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Simon Ghost Riley
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Max Verstappen
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MASTERLIST
COD:
Simon Ghost Riley
Formula 1:
Kimi Antonelli
Max Verstappen
Hockey:
Luke Hughes

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Mystery Man
Kimi Antonelli x girlfriend!reader
Toto Wolff x platonic!reader
Warnings: stalking, choking, blood, bruises
Summary: At barely nineteen, you had to not only support your boyfriend in F1 but also survive a man who kept trying to get to you.
Your relationship with Kimi never had the chance to be private. Your first kiss got filmed and went viral on social media for weeks after. Barely seventeen, you and Kimi just accepted that you could not be a secret, and that privacy was not a luxury you could afford.
Without a PR team to help you out, you were stuck fighting every false rumor yourself to try and protect whatever dignity you still had and the effort didn’t go unnoticed by Kimi who always tried to cheer you up whenever it got too much.
So imagine the shock when Kimi got his contract into F1 and you got called into a meeting without your boyfriend.
A meeting full of expensive suits and shiny shoes while you were freshly eighteen and in your boyfriend hoodie. They set out strict rules on what you could say or post and whatever else that was strictly off limits.
They spoke about your security and the fact that you couldn’t walk alone anywhere anymore. You needed guidance and help which only made you feel like a child over again. You didn’t need a bodyguard yet but they said it was coming quickly. You didn’t know if you liked it or if it just gave more reason to your anxiety.
—--
The first time you entered the F1 paddock was a nightmare for you.
Walking hand in hand with Kimi was usually peaceful but it felt more like putting on a show for millions to watch.
“You need to breathe, it’s just cameras.” Kimi said, circling his thumb on your hand. Trying to find a way to calm you down.
“I know, I just need some adaptation Kimi.” You say, looking ahead to avoid his eyes wishing he wouldn't notice.
He didn’t.
—--
You only felt relief when his first season ended but kept that to yourself. You didn’t want to be a problem, you weren’t the important one, the driver. You were just a teenage girl.
The end meant staying in Monaco for a while, avoiding any camera and paparazzi which Kimi did without questioning you once.
The start of the 2026 season came with excitement but a ton of anxiety. Australia went very well and a podium was worth celebrating. The sudden joy almost made you excited for the rest. Maybe the hyped around you had finally calmed down ?
Until you opened your Instagram DM’s and saw hundreds of photos of you in the paddock from the same account. All were slightly different, some normal, some clearly focusing on your body and looks.
You stared at them for so long, Kimi took your phone frustrated you didn’t give him attention anymore.
“Just lay your head on me, Bella, I’ll take care of you.” He said, pushing your head down so you could sleep.
You hummed softly and closed your eyes but your brain never stopped working.
—--
The practice and sprint in China went very well, you watched Kimi drive beside Toto and dined with George and Carmen. You were starting to settle in with the fame, the attention but also the Mercedes family.
Your mind forgot about the pictures for a while, until you saw the man. You saw him between Q1 and Q2, you were strolling around looking for food when you stopped dead in your tracks.
You slowly turned around and your eyes immediately found the unfamiliar yet terrifying face. The man didn’t move, didn’t speak but just smiled at you.
You turned and ran back to the Mercedes garage, arriving out of breath from the speed you had trying to escape the vision you had.
“Everything okay ?” Toto asks you as he walks closer to you and your now red face.
“Just saw someone I knew and didn’t like much, you know.” You say, trying to create a genuine laugh that wasn’t full of anxiety. “The usual.”
“Well if you see him again, come to me.” He says with that protective fatherly voice that always brought you so much comfort. “I’ll take care of it.”
You nodded because even when you were terrified, Toto had a way to calm your nerve the way your father did during your childhood.
—--
The Japan Grand Prix went for the better. A win for your boyfriend and no sign of the mystery man for you. You were both watching a movie while laying on the hotel bed.
Your legs were tangled in his, seeking his comfort more than usual. Seeking his touch anytime you could.
“Are you okay ?” He asks, looking at you with his doe eyes. “You’re not usually this quiet.”
“Hmm, I’m good.” You say sitting up a little more so you could properly see his face. “I think the constant attention is getting to me a little.”
He nods quietly as his hand finds your hair, slowly scratching your head in a way that makes your eyes roll. “Well if you need a break, tell me baby, I’ll take care of it no question asked.”
“I know you would.”
You fall asleep a few minutes later and Kimi contemplates opening your phone to understand what’s going on in your mind but doesn’t.
You would tell him if anything was happening, right ?
—--
The heat in Miami finally made you tan a little but also smile a little as you arrived early for the Grand Prix this weekend. Your boyfriend went early to the paddock for race day but you were shopping a little before.
Passing security was easy and you walked around with your pass around your neck like it belonged there. You were speedwalking through the first few garages, not caring to look for anyone other than Kimi as your body collided with someone else.
You stumbled back a few steps before a hand steadied you by the waist.
You blushed crimson red. “Oh ! I’m so sorry, I didn’t even see you there.” You spoke, and lifted your eyes up to see his face.
Your smile never drops so fast as you see the mystery man. The man who keeps trying to call your personal number. The man who keeps sending you pictures of you walking around the paddock or even your house. The man who now had his filthy hands on your waist.
You never turned around so fast as you ran, never looking back. The man didn’t follow you but his presence did and people noticed.
Toto asked you if you were sick or Carmen forcing you to drink water. Kimi didn’t notice. He was so happy about his win, so proud to be leading the championship in points that he didn’t notice you were drowning.
You weren’t better, never speaking of your issue with anyone. Scared to look dumb, scared to be taken unseriously. You kept your mouth shut and Kimi never noticed you had a problem in the first place.
You thought it would pass, you thought the man would give up.
—--
Canada was your favorite Grand Prix. You loved Montreal city and you knew Kimi would be able to perform well.
Practice went well, qualifications went better. Kimi would start P2 and you couldn’t be prouder. As soon as he came back in the garage, you ran to him and hug him.
“Kimi, baby, I’m so so proud of you.” You say, kissing his cheek to try and keep some intimacy for you.
“Thank you for being here, amore.” He whispers in your ear and cups your face to properly kiss you. He didn’t care about the media, he needed his girl.
You giggle in the kiss, as your cheeks become bright red. “Always.”
You celebrated in your own ways back at the hotel. You felt safer now, you had not seen the mystery man at all in Canada.
The next morning, you arrived at the paddock earlier than usual and sadly, you had to walk in alone. You had a beautiful long white skirt with Kimi’s Mercedes jacket.
The Canadian fans always had some respect when it came to drivers and WAGS which was the only reason you had the guts to drive over there alone.
You were barely able to see Kimi before the race since he had so many meetings and last minute check ups. You kissed his helmet before he entered the car and you went to sit down next to Toto and Carmen as you put the headset on your head.
“Ready to watch him race ?” Toto asks you as you turn to face him and nod your head.
“I hope he wins.” You explain. “He puts so much pressure on him.”
“I know, don’t worry though. He can drive.”
—--
Kimi won and you hugged every engineer you knew as your smile reached your eyes. Seeing your boyfriend being successful healed something in you that you didn’t know was broken.
You slowly walked across the paddock to find a nice spot to watch the podium ceremony and take cute pictures. You tried to short cut through the Mercedes office but got stopped when a hand grabbed your wrist.
The hand was too big to be Kimi’s and you tried to push it away because if it wasn’t Kimi, no one is supposed to grip your wrist.
“Stop moving you little girl” He said, gripping your wrist so tightly, you were sure it would bruise.
“Let me go !” You screamed, trashing around. You were too young to die, you thought.
His free hand clamped your mouth to shut you up quickly. Your back was pressed against his chest but he quickly pressed you against the wall violently which made you bang your head on the wall.
You tried to bite his hand which didn’t work, and your tears were falling with no shame down your face. He started choking you against the wall and your hands flew to his arms, trying to lower them down.
Both of his hands were now pressing your throat as you tried to breathe through your nose. “Please, I I didn’t do anything.” Your words were barely hearable as you were coughing intensely.
Your eyes closed and your body felt weaker than ever before.
“Hey ! Stop that right now.”
You would've normally recognized the voice but you were far too deep into death for your brain to function.
Your body crumbled on the floor when his hands dropped and you immediately started coughing blood all over the floor.
Toto didn’t hesitate to kneel by your side as his shaking hands went to the phone and called Kimi who didn’t answer. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m here now.”
You simply kept coughing blood all over the place, apologizing over and over for the drama, the mess you just created.
Your breathing was uneven, filled with anxiety. You simply tried to find comfort anywhere and right now, that was by hiding your face in Toto’s shirt and crying.
He pulled you in, not caring for the fact that you were wetting his shirt. He rubbed your back until you passed out of exhaustion. The bruises on your neck were bright red, turning purple quickly and his eyes filled with water.
The teenage girl he protected like his daughter was passed out in his arms, body full of bruises and marks.
He very carefully lifted you up in his arms, as he walked silently until he entered Kimi driver’s room and laid you down on the couch.
He called Kimi again without ever removing his eyes from you in some kind of fear that you would disappear.
“Kimi, please come to your room.” He said, trying to keep a neutral tone to not scare the teenage boy. “Something happened to Y/N.”
Kimi hung up and ran directly to the room and entered it in full panic. “Where is she ? Oh god.”
His eyes went to your bruised neck and your marked wrist. Toto hugged Kimi who was now crying. “We’ll protect her from now on, okay ?”
And Kimi nodded his head, feeling as if he had failed you completely. He slower lower himself to cuddle you, trying to bring comfort and heat to your sleeping body.
Toto watched the whole scene knowing something had to change in the Mercedes garage and its security.
—--
The physical pain was gone in a couple of weeks and your bruises were finally invisible. The story didn’t go public by incredible effort from Toto and Kimi but people still talked.
Kimi got you a bodyguard that followed you everywhere even when you already had friends around. You didn’t love the idea but since the accident, Kimi had been restless on you and if a bodyguard following you around would ease up his mind, you could tolerate it.
No one spoke directly to you about it even if fans asked questions about the bruises on your neck and the way that Kimi bolted away from the podium celebration.
The only interview in which it was mentioned was a question thrown at Toto in Monaco.
“The security in the Mercedes garage got upgraded and people can’t help but notice how you are always protecting Kimi’s girlfriend. Has anything happened to her lately ?”
The journalist was clearly feeling proud of himself but people were judging him. It was like a silent rule to not ask questions about the partner of a driver and even more to their bosses.
Toto Wolff's smile dropped as he stared ahead. “Yeah, something really dangerous happened and we are just trying to protect her right now.”
His tone was distant and his eyes were speaking for him saying don’t ask me anymore questions.
“But she’s not a driver or an employee, spending money on her is just wasting it.” Everyone looked shocked at the journalist who still had a grin on his face.
“Spending money to protect a teenager who I see and treat like my daughter is never a waste. And I don’t want other questions about her, the subject is close.” He says, rising up from his chair to leave the room even if the interview was not done yet.
—--
The next day, Toto walked into his office way too early and saw the pink gift on top of his desk.
He slowly opened it to reveal chocolate chip cookies with blue cupcakes. His eyes found the note quickly as he read it outloud.
Thanks Toto for the help and then for defending me and Kimi honor in front of everyone. I hope those sweets will ease your mind after all the stress I’ve given you. Love, Y/N.
He smiled and immediately bit into his favorite cookies.
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Wrong garage
Max Verstappen x girlfriend!reader
Toto Wolff x platonic!reader
Warnings: hurt/comfort, stalking ?
Summary: As your fame rise because of your relationship with Max Verstappen, a crazy fan gets to close and a certain someone is here to help.
Being a WAG of a famous F1 driver definitely had its advantages like free traveling, constant entertainment and new friends. But the down sides were always there hiding in the shadows.
When you first started dating Max, it was too casual to go in public so you both kept it super low. You were always trying to hide from paparazzi and you would never attend the races by precaution.
After a year of relation, Max started soft launching you on his Instagram per the request of his PR team who was going crazy to block all the dating rumours. The pictures were always very intimate and story telling but yet, your face always stayed hidden.
The fans did try for a while to find you but you never had social media publicly so you and Max were able to keep that relationship private for another year.
It all changed when you went on a double date with Charles and Alexandra and some fan without a sense of privacy took dozens of pictures to post everywhere. It didn’t take long for people to put it together and start trying to find you anywhere.
Your super private Instagram that barely had any following was flowing with requests and your public tiktok account full of dumb reposts had thousands of followers overnight.
You hated it and Max hated it even more.
He tried everything to keep you safe but you had to accept that this time, it slipped away.
—--
You adjusted quickly to the new lifestyle and fans loved you. Maybe this overnight fame could be tolerable and maybe even nice.
While Max was signing some girl’s cap, you were talking to some teenagers and accepting the few gifts that fans made for you like beaded bracelets.
“Oh ! Is this for me ?” You ask, taking the bracelet in your hands. “It’s so pretty.”
“Yes, I just love you and take such inspiration from you.” The teengirl says with the biggest smile.
You laugh as you pull her in for a hug. “Well, well, I will keep this on. I promise.”
You feel Max’s hands on your waist as you feel his mouth close to your ear.
“We have to go baby.” He whispers as you nod your head.
“Well it was very nice meeting you, hope to see you guys soon.” You smile at the girls while his hands turn you around to guide you away. You turn your head around while walking to wave one last time.
“Are you having fun Schatje ?” He asks, his hand on your lower back guiding you to his garage.
“I just love the girlies.” You laugh. “And they give me such pretty bracelets too.” You say showing your wrist that had two more jewelry on.
“Just stay on your guard, okay ? Fans are not always the calmest people.” He says, leaving you to Lily as you wave bye, agreeing with him.
—--
The problem was your popularity kept rising. Everything you now did in the paddock was filmed and then criticized online whether it was deserved or not.
Max spoke out about the issues concerning you many times during media days, asking fans to leave you out of the team rivalry and to stop sending threats after he had a bad race.
The message was thoughtful but it didn’t work and you felt yourself getting suffocated in all the hate.
The sun had set long ago as your head was laying on Max's lap while he played with your hair. “Maxie ?”
“Yeah Schatje.” He answers, his eyes now focusing on yours.
“I think I’m going to delete social media for a while.” You explain softly, like you were ashamed. “It has just gotten a little out of hand lately, and I’m a little scared.”
He nods his head. “Do you need me to do anything for you ? I can get you more surveillance or security.” You shake your head. “I’m sure the threats are just words, people wouldn't actually act on that, would they ?”
“I don’t know, sweetie.” He says patting your hair. “I don’t know.”
You fell asleep already lighter that day but the thought of danger near you kept appearing in Max’s head as he was getting more and more stressed.
—--
Life without social media was much better. Max never actually left your side without leaving you with some RedBull staff and you felt much safer when you couldn't see the threats.
Maybe that’s why you both got a little careless and maybe that’s why it happened.
Max was in a meeting right after his third qualification and you were freely walking around the paddock with Max card in hand, trying to find some food to satisfy your chocolate craving.
You had the feeling of being watched as if someone’s eyes were following your every move so you walked faster. You were just trying to avoid some cameras.
You very quickly and very discreetly looked behind you and saw a middle aged man following you. You knew that guy, you recognized his face from somewhere you didn't remember and that was scaring you to a point you couldn't quite describe.
You started walking faster as you saw Mercedes garage and decided to short cut in there. Maybe it wasn't your garage but you knew the staff, and you had a great excuse if anyone asked.
For your luck, basically everyone was in meetings or working on the car so you were alone in the hallway and the guy cornered you. You wanted to disappear.
“I don’t know who you are, but please just leave.” Your shaking voice said as you tried your best not to burst out in tears.
“You just have to listen to me and nothing bad will happen.” The voice was rough and definitely scary as he just stared at you.
You looked at him and just ran. With all your energy you ran without ever looking back.
Too concentrated on your run, you didn’t notice Toto walking and fully ran into him at full speed. Your face was all red and puffy from the crying, and you had many scratches from your escape that were simply messy. It didn’t take him long to understand something bad was happening, and his instincts kicked in quickly.
His hands steady you gently as you try to stay on your feet. “There’s someone following me, I swear. I don’t know where to go, I’m so scared.” Your trembling voice said, begging for anyone to step in. Holding all your faith in the man in front of you.
Toto's eyes widen as he looks at the man a couple hundred meters away that turns around quickly when seeing you with someone who could fight. “Let’s get you somewhere safe, okay ?” He asks in a fatherly voice, while he guides you away with his hand on your back.
He looks calm but he’s fuming with anger. He knew you pretty well from the fact that you were friends with Kimi and Max's girlfriend and Toto always felt protective of the younger woman in the paddock knowing how hard it is for them.
You were silently walking, simply following his instructions because your mind was simply blank right now. He helps you sit down as he places a water bottle in your hand, and forcing you to take a few sips.
You stay silent, too shocked to even speak to him. You see him call Max, see his mouth move but no words really register in your brain. Everything is just so blurry.
Your eyes close and they open when someone’s arms go around your waist and the back of your knees. “I got you, go back to sleep Schajte.”
You mumble nonsense as your head rests on his chest and you fall back into stressed sleep. Your body is shutting down from the drop of adrenaline more than tiredness.
Max has you in his arms while he goes to RedBull garage enraged. Toto is accompanying his side, protecting you from most of the cameras and questions while finishing the story of exactly what happened.
“Thank you.” Max says sincerely. “I owe you big time.”
“She’s like a daughter to me, I would do it anytime Verstappen.” He says patting his shoulder but before turning around, he adds “But please, hire a bodyguard or something for her.”
He nods his head as he finishes his lift in silence, and lowers you down in his driver room. Locking the door, and pulling his jacket over your sleeping body.
“I love you and this will never happen again my love.” He promises while kissing your forehead gently.
—--
The next race morning, Toto walked in the paddock sleepy and probably a little late. He greeted everyone before unlocking his office and walking in only to find a box on top of his desk.
He drops his bag to the floor and gently opens the white box to find red velvet cookies and brownies. Clearly handmade.
His eyes find the note pretty quickly in which he reads.
Thank you for saving me from that guy Toto, it means a lot to me and Max !
P.S: these are Max’s favorites so I thought you would like them too :)
He smiles as he goes around his garage to share the sweetness he just got gifted for just being a decent human being.
And the next time you see him ? You have a bodyguard following you never further than a few steps and ready to throw hands at anything. Toto smiles at you and your bright smile, he’s just happy that you find yourself again and he’ll keep an eye on you whenever Max isn’t.
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come back to me | connor bedard
Pairings: connor bedard x reader!gf
Prompt: telling connor about how easily you faint was not your favorite thing you’ve done ever. but now as you feel it coming at the end of the season dinner, you are grateful to have such an amazing boyfriend at your side
Warning: fainting
A/N: guys I’m mourning not seeing him play like you wouldn’t believe, so send me all your Bedsy requests
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If both you and Connor had to pick the perfect Saturday night, it wouldn’t be dressing up and going out. It would be dressing down and being tangled together on Connor’s couch in his apartment which is basically both of yours at this point.
But, he also never passes up the opportunity to see you dressed up. And every time he catches glimpses of your glowing skin or your lip gloss reflecting the sparkling lights, Connor forgets everything he thinks he knows.
He forgets that you guys are at the end of the season event, he forgets he’s around team mates and important staples in the Blackhawks franchise. All he knows, all he sees, all he cares about, is you.
Connor was a goner from the first moment he laid his eyes on you, and you weren’t any better.

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Invisible Pain
Simon Ghost Riley x teammate!reader
Summary: getting the worst period pain of your life on a mission forces you to accept help
warnings: smut, fingering, period sex
Enrolling in the army was never in your option growing up. But when your father took all your savings for college to buy drugs, you didn’t have much choice left if you wanted to leave that shitty house.
You were a good rookie, a great rookie even and that’s why you were sometimes allowed to follow some missions. And now with more experience, you were the number one option in that base when talking about shooting.
You were a sniper, trained with a sort of perfection that was beautiful to the eyes. Though, you could not defend yourself hand to hand at all which was why you always needed someone with you.
This mission was longer than anything you had ever done and you were starting to feel it in your legs. You had been walking with TF141 for days now and you were feeling more fatigue than usual.
The tent was getting set up by Price as you and Gaz were starting the fire to cook a little something. You close your eyes as you feel a nasty cramp come up. You were starting your period and that was never something easy for you.
You try to very carefully breath in and out to calm it down and it works for a while. Ghost is the only one noticing as he stares at you but you are too focused to notice. Ghost is trained to spot everything and even more injuries on his teammates.
You all eat dinner in a circle but one of your hands is pressed firmly on your stomach. Your eyes meet Ghost’s as you try to give him a reassuring smile.
He doesn’t buy it.
—--
The fire is still glowing as you listen to one of Captain Price's stories. You would normally feel pretty sleepy this late at night but the pain you are feeling keeps you wide awake.
“I’m going to bed.” You announce, getting up. “Goodnight everyone.”
You hear the boys answer you as you walk away clutching your stomach. The pain is unimaginable. You drop to your knees as your hands work fast to find some painkillers but they’re shaking too much for them to actually be doing anything.
Tears are threatening to fall as you feel someone’s hands steady yours. That does it, and you just cry your heart out.
“Whoa, okay sweetie.” You hear Ghost voice and immediately recognize it. “Where are you hurt uh ?”
Your face gets red as you try to hide it. “Can’t tell you, it’s not important.” You don’t look up to him, feeling ashamed already.
He shakes his head as he starts to search through your bags for painkillers. “I need to know so I can help you.”
“Just some cramps.” You mutter through tears and embarrassment.
Ghost eyes barely widen as he realizes and nods his head. “Alright, lay down and I’ll help you.” He doesn’t hesitate or ask questions, he simply goes into action. Maybe he didn’t know much but he knew enough from what his mama taught him. He knew how to treat a woman in pain and he always saw you as a good friend, maybe even more. He couldn’t accept seeing you in any pain.
You very slowly lower yourself so you are laying on your back and you close your eyes breathing heavily.
Ghost carefully gives you the pills and water as his hands help you sit up and then lay back down. He places his hands over your shaking one as he tries to think about a fast solution.
“Can I touch you ?” He asks politely. “Nothing like that, just like pressure.”
You nod your head in a hurry. You wanted the pain gone and fast. His hands very carefully lift your shirt up enough to reveal your stomach and he places both over it.
The pressure feels so good as your eyes close and you let out a breath of relief.
“More please Ghost.” You beg shamelessly.
He nods and puts a little bit more pressure. His hands feel warm and steady on your cramping stomach.
The good feeling is there but not for long enough and you are left whimpering in pain again. You try to be quiet but the pain is overwhelming. The pain blurs everything else out.
“Ghost, please.” You say trying to grip his hands. Begging him to do anything that will help the pain, anything that will help the cramps.
He looks at you as the realization settles in. “Do you trust me completely ?” He asks removing his hands.
“Yes, yes, just make it go away.” You speak nodding your head eagerly.
At that, Ghost goes to work like it’s a mission. His personal mission. His rough hands gently removed your work pants and shirt.
You let him manhandle you as you finish completely naked under him. Your brain is under too much pain to realize that you are still bleeding. You aren't embarrassed anymore, you are desperate to feel peace.
His fingersopen your thighs as they find their way inside. The pace is slow and steady, offering comfort more than anything else. Offering a distraction for the mind.
Your hips buckle up to meet him as his thumb circles your sensitive point. You whimper as your hands find his hair.
“Shhh, I got you baby.” He says picking up slightly the pace of his finger as he curls them up exactly where you need them to. “Let it go for me. It’s okay.”
The pleasure overtakes you as you shiver with your orgasm. Ghost removes his fingers as he holds you through the shakes.
“More, please, I need you.” You whisper, needy.
He kisses your forehead as he carefully removes his pants and slides in. He doesn’t move for close to a minute, letting you adjust to him. After a while, he starts very slowly to move in and out of you, focusing on the emotions on your face.
Your legs are wrapped around his waist as he kisses you softly, going in and out gracefully. You both stay at that rhythm for a few minutes before your legs start to shake and you break the kiss, giving Ghost enough signals to know you are going over the edge. His thumb finds your clit to circle it a little bit, just enough to push you over the edge and you crumble for the second time that night.
He forces himself not to come inside of you but stays a little while, just warming you up. And when he removes it, you whimper loudly at the loss. He is quick to kiss you and clean you up
as you fall asleep, finally painfree.
He finishes his job of cleaning you and puts back on your underwear and one of his shirts that is comfortable for your sensitive skin. He kisses your forehead as he tucks you in. Covering you with multiple blankets.
He walks away and his hands make him finish quickly, not wanting to do it inside of you and dirty you up. He dresses himself quickly to lay down beside you, spooning you with his arms. His hands find your stomach as he keeps them there for the whole night.
The Montreal Canadiens have eliminated the Tampa Bay Lightning in seven games and advanced to the second round of the 2026 Stanley Cup Playoffs
"So, how'd you meet your wife, Lt?"
Ghost glanced at his sergeant, grunting as he sat down, leaning down to untie his boots.
"Fed 'er." He grunts, undoing the knots. "Was cookin' one of my mum's recipes, felt like it."
He pulls a foot free. "Smell must'a wafted over to 'er 'ouse. She was my neighbour at the time." He explains, Soap listening intently. "Well, not too long later I hear a knock at my door. I check and there's this pregnant bird standing there, askin' if she can have some o' whatever I'm cooking."
Ghost looked up, standing to take his pants off now that his feet are free. "'ow could I say no to tha'?" He scoffs slightly, throwing the balled up pants into the basket in the corner. "Sweet thing like 'er coming up to a man like me? Mum would've come back from the dead if I did."
Soap chuckles a bit, pulling a fresh top over his head. "So ye fed a pregnant lass and she stayed?"
"Aye." Ghost nods, top off, mask pulled off as he begins wiping the eyeblack off his face. "Couldn't refuse even if I wanted too. She was a vision, mate. Big belly, glowing cheeks, and..." He trails off, remembering how cute you'd been, standing at his door, heavily pregnant and hungry for that delicious meal that lured you into his home.
"Lt?"
Ghost grunts. "Kept feedin' 'er. Like a damn cat, she kept coming 'round." He mutters. "Was there when our daughter was born. She put my name on the birth certificate and I knew I wasn't letting 'er go." He says, opening his locker, pausing as he took in the photo taped to the back.
You and your little girl, only a few months old.
From behind him, Soap hums.
"Think if Ah make my mum's pie Ah'll get a pretty lassie too?"
dts moments | kimi raikkonen
୨ৎ : featuring : boyfriend!kimi x reader ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : compilation of dts moments with raikkonen
୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ 10k event | masterlist ୨ৎ
ᡣ𐭩 a/n : two raikkonen posts today because they FLOOD my requests 😭
boyfriend!kimi in dts who doesn’t speak for half the episode, just sits next to you in the garage with his hand on your thigh, dead silent, like he’s storing all his peace in your presence.
boyfriend!kimi in dts who barely tolerates interviews but the second they ask about you, says “she’s the only good part of this circus” and walks away with zero context.
boyfriend!kimi in dts who lets the camera catch him rolling his eyes when they ask “how do you balance love and racing?” and mutters “i just love her. it’s not complicated.”
boyfriend!kimi in dts who gets caught on a hot mic saying “where is she?” before every race. no panic, just habit. like you’re part of the checklist.
boyfriend!kimi in dts who refuses to do corny couple content until they film you leaning on his shoulder during a debrief and he doesn’t move for twenty whole minutes.
boyfriend!kimi in dts who grumbles at producers for filming in your home but still pours you a glass of wine mid-scene and mumbles “come sit with me.”
boyfriend!kimi in dts who gets teased by other drivers for being soft around you and responds with “and?” like they’re the idiots for not understanding.
boyfriend!kimi in dts who says maybe six words about your relationship across the entire season, but every time the camera cuts to you, he’s already looking at you.
boyfriend!kimi in dts who is quiet on screen, but every viewer can tell — he’s only loud about you when no one else is around.
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The sun always returns
Simon Riley x sunshine!reader
Warning: mention of SA
Summary: Being the sun of TF141 was easy but trying to keep that spark alive after a though mission was impossible.
You were a breath of fresh air for Simon. You had been teammates for a few years now and to be honest, he did think you were annoying at first.
You talked too much for his liking and your rookie excitement was over the top for him when you first met. He learned later on to enjoy your rantings and that your excitement was not because you were a rookie but because you were always like that. You were basically always smiling.
You loved painting your nails a bright yellow and you loved doodling on the paperwork when it got too boring and Simon first learned to tolerate that then learned to love it. He now had a lot of difficulty doing missions without you and even more separating him from you during one. He needed you close.
So it was difficult letting you leave solo for a whole week. Captain Price had to do more convincing with Simon than you about your leaving because the soldier would not budge.
“She shouldn’t go alone out there, it’s too dangerous.” He argueed with Price. “What if something happens, uh ?”
“Nothing will happen Ghost, she is a very good soldier. You know that.” Captain Price said barely looking up from the papers in front of him.
“If something happens Price, I’ll blame you forever.” Simon threatned as his finger point Price.
The Captain nods. “Nothing will happen but fine Ghost.”
Simon walks away loudly as he slams the door angrily, leaving you standing there in Price’s office in silence. You didn’t mind the mission, sure, but you never liked the idea of a solo mission. Everybody knew it was riskier but this time, you didn't really have a choice.
—--
It was dawn and you were leaving, way too early. Nobody was even awake as you packed your bags quietly, double checking your supplies and stock. You take your heavy backpack dragging it with you as you walk towards the door to lace up your boots.
You were quietly humming to yourself, being in your own world as you nearly screamed feeling someone’s hands on your back.
“What the hell Simon !” You muttered at him. “You scared me. Next time announce yourself more loudly.”
“Sorry, love.” He says as he walks to stand in front of you. “Just wanted to see you before you leave.”
You nod your head smiling. “Well that is very thoughtful Si, thank you.”
He gives the smallest smile possible and kneeled down to lace up your boots for you. You stay sat, knowing it would serve to nothing to fight him on that one.
“You need to promise me to come back, okay ?” Simon says as he tightens your laces.
“I’ll crawl back to you if I need to.” You giggle out, shuffling your hair.
“Please try to walk.” Simon laughs out as he taps your boots. “All good to go, love.”
You get up and take your bag and get inside the helicopter that was waiting for you. You wave him goodbye in your seat and he waves back.
He didn’t believe in God but that morning, he prayed in his head that you would come back to him all safe and all bubbly.
—--
The mission was supposed to be easy. Seattle in the safe house, walk a day south to an army base, steal some paperwork from a drawer you had the keys to and walk back to your temporary house.
Simple and easy but never without risks.
Everything was going to plan like Price had told you but when you opened the drawer after unlocking it, there was absolutely nothing in it.
Panic overtook you as you tried to think of an easy solution. So you tried every drawer in that desk and then the other desk that was in this room but nothing. The paperwork was gone.
Your hands were shaking as you glanced at the clock noticing you only had a couple of minutes left. You were fumbling through the mess of this office to try and find the two stupid sheets Price needed but then you heard it.
Someone unlocked the door and opened it. This wasn’t supposed to happen, you still had at least fifteen minutes. That was what Price had told you and repeated so many times.
A very old man locked eyes with you and raised his gun. “What is a pretty thing like you doing in my office ?” His voice was rough and lacking any emotions.
You freeze, your eyes tearing up. “Just needed a little something.”
He points the gun at your head, stepping forward very deliberately. “I can give you a little something, or a big something.”
“I’m not sure what that meant but I think I’ll pass my tour.” You whisper, fearing for yourself and what's about to come.
He continues getting closer and closer until his hand is on your waist and you close your eyes knowing what’s about to happen. You had the feeling in your guts telling you what he was doig, telling you his intention.
Your biggest fear was happening and you couldn’t defend yourself or you would get shot in the head. “Just give it to me and I’ll send you free, bird.”
You nod your head and let him take it.
—--
You were back home, at your base but it didn’t feel like that anymore. You were ashamed of returning home empty handed and broken.
You stepped out of the helicopter as you took that bag that definitely felt heavier than before. You were completely out of it, not even noticing your environment anymore. You didn’t see Simon or feel his stare on you. You didn’t react to him taking your bag on his shoulder but you flinched when his hand settled on your lower back.
Simon removed his hand quickly. “Whoa, you alright sweetie ?” He was staring at you so damn worried. Your face was so pale and your fingers were shaking like he never saw them shake before.
You didn’t answer, did not even process his question. Your brain was not like usual, you had no hearing and barely saw anything. Something was wrong with you.
You put one foot in front of the other but it didn’t take you long to stumble over your own feet. Simon was quick to settle your balance. “You need to speak to me, love.”
“My legs feel like jelly.” You whisper as your eyes finally look at him.
“Do you need some help walking ?” He asks carefully, not wanting to make you flinch ever again. You nod weakly as he places one hand on the back of your knees, one on your back and gently lifts you up the floor, bridal style.
You settled easily in his arms as your eyes close. You were relaxed enough for the first time in a week as you heard his heartbeat and felt his presence and warmth.
His scent was calming. “Just sleep, I got you.” Simon says picking up his pace to the his room. He needed to know what was wrong and soon.
—--
He sweetly lowered you on his bed and started making you comfortable. He removed your boots and your pants, leaving you with your leggings. He removed your heavy jacket and your sweater underneath, leaving you in that sports tank top of yours.
He didn’t see any blood which was a great sign but he still knew something had happened. There were a few bruises on your neck and wrist, some fingertips imprinted on your skin.
His breath shutter as he removed your ponytail to let your hair lose and removed your pants first, letting you keep your underwear on. He knew that it wasn’t the best idea but he needed to help you and you needed the rest.
Your thighs were scratched by nails and you had even more bruises on the inside of them. It took Simon a moment to realize they were actually hickeys. His eyes watered as his brain finally catched up.
You got assaulted.
That was exactly what had broken you and the worst part was that it made sense. You flinched more and all the bruises and scratches.
He pulled his cover over you and closed the light. He needed to find a way to help you and he would. He cared way too much not to.
—--
You woke up with the sun beaming in your room or Simon’s room you quickly realized. You were alone which was honestly more scary than you thought.
Simon knocked and walked into his room not much later, holding a glass of water as he sat down on the edge of the tiny bed. “You feeling better ?”
“Yeah, yeah, sorry about yesterday.” You say taking the glass and drinking water.
Simon's eyes soften looking at you. “I know what happened, love.” He whispers, trying not to shake you up too much. “I’ll be here when you want to talk about it. I love you just as much, okay ?”
You nod your head, water gathering in your eyes. “Thank you Si.”
“Anything for my sweet girl.”
He knew the trauma wasn't over and that you needed assistance getting over it but you had him and that was enough for now. You were stronger than what had happened to you.
The sun would find a way to through the clouds again.

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Beautiful keys
Kimi Antonelli x pianist!reader
Summary: Kimi knew how to keep his composure in a car going 300kph but when it's time to flirt with a pretty pianist ? He loses all of it.
You discovered your love for the piano pretty late in your life. You were always a musician, doing silly lessons at 3 years old about singing or maybe playing the violin. But you found your true love at ten years old: the classical piano.
You started practicing after every school day, skipping weekends with friends to learn new Mozart pieces with your tutors and successfully got accepted into Juilliard Music School in which you were able to graduate with your degree in classical piano. You were now twenty-three, freshly out of college and full of potential and dreams.
You decided to take your talent to Barcelona, Spain. You knew Spanish pretty well and the plane tickets were the cheapest for your fresh out of college bank account.
You quickly find work in a beautiful chic restaurant in which you played whatever the boss wanted for the pay. It wasn’t your dream yet, but it would pay very well the bills and you had access to the menu for every dinner which was a plus. You also got to dress yourself with very fancy clothes and heels to blend in with the audience and would not complain of that.
It was Friday night or the busiest day for the whole restaurant. Your shift started at 6PM up until the close and you were late. You had your fancy heels in your hand as you tried to run through the parking lot and into the restaurant. You tried not to stumble over your floor length dress and just bumped fully into someone.
The shock sent you flying down as you tried to hold unto something, anything to brace for the fall. Some clumsy hands went quickly to your waist and steadied you. “Oh no, I’m sorry I–I wasn’t looking and my friend hmm George you know he he was talking about something and this is bad, sorry.” You stared at the way too young guy talking to you or more like rambling to you.
“This is my fault, my dress and hmm I was all over the place.” You said trying to smooth it with your free hand as your eyes widened. “I’m so late, sorry again.” You say bolting away while still holding those pretty heels of yours.
The young man, Kimi Antonelli, was left standing there watching you run in the restaurant. His mouth was open in shock or maybe admiration. “You doing good here Kimi ?” Teased George, his teammates.
Kimi could only nod his head as his eyes followed you until the very last second.
—--
You bolted in your workplace and quickly changed in your fancy shoes as you sat down on your piano bench. Your mind was buzzing from excitement and anxiety from being basically late. Your hands slowly lower on the piano keys and they sang.
You had a special way of expressing music and converting notes unto something heavenly. It was like your mind was only focused on the big piano in front of you and completely blackout the whole audience of people eating and listening carefully to you.
You were pretty known in Barcelona for your musical skills and people came for this restaurant just as much for the food then for you and Kimi understood why now.
He and multiple drivers were sitting on the table facing directly you and your instrument. Kimi tried to focus on the menu and on the conversation about racing but god he couldn't remove his eyes and ears from you. You were magical and the way you played ? He never listened to anything so beautiful in his life. It was mesmerizing.
“Doesn’t she look just darling ?” Teased Carlos looking directly at Kimi trying to trigger a reaction and he got exactly that. Kimi blushed a deep crimson that was evident even in the dim light that had this chic dinner room.
Kimi barely nodded his head finally removing his gaze from you. “She’s just a good musician, no, a great one for sure. That’s all.” He then nodded his head more confidently, like what he just said was the truth, like nodding would have confidence in his words.
Every person at that table knew there was more.
George who was sitting right next to him leaned and whispered in his ear. “You could always shoot your shot, you know. You’re a F1 driver, that’s pretty impressive with the ladies.”
“You think I have a chance ?” Kimi shyly questioned.
George as well as his partner Carmen nodded their heads. “I’m sure you do, mate.”
Kimi liked that idea and maybe if he finds enough courage before the end of this dinner he would try to talk to you. Just maybe.
—--
You were obvious to the nineteen year old driver ogling you all evening. You played tune after tune and masterpiece after one and another. You didn't make any silly mistake all evening which was pretty surprising. It was getting close to 8PM which meant you had a ten minute break just so your fingers wouldn’t cramp too bad after this kind of evening.
You elegantly got up which made your silk dress fall softly on the floor and looked at the audience. “Hi everyone ! I’m Y/N and your pianist for this evening. Just hoping you are all enjoying yourselves and your food.” You said confidently in the microphone. “I’ll be back in a few and hope you all like my performance so far.” And with that, you made your way to the employee room to drink water and breathe before you were back up on that stage made just for you.
Kimi was so focused on you and your angelic voice and the way you walked that he completely spaced out and forgot to answer when Charles tried to talk to him. Maybe this was love at first sight, he thought. Maybe this is my girl.
—--
The evening was coming to an end and it was pretty noticeable. Most of the tables were empty, and your music was much slower. A part because it was getting late, a part because you couldn't handle anything fast paced anymore.
Your adrenaline had finally worn off and your eyes were analyzing the tables left. On the left, you had your usual first date going too well and on the right, the three old ladies you knew came to hear you and only you. But in the middle, there was still a pretty big gang still hanging in there. You carefully watched each one and finally recognized their familiar faces: this was half the of the formula 1 driver.
You didn’t watch a lot of racing but still, you had the basic knowledge about these kinds of things and there was a GrandPrix right here, in Barcelona this weekend.
Your hands were still playing soft background music as you made eye contact with one of the younger drivers. You didn’t really know his name but he was pretty and he was definitely staring right at you. Your cheeks got all rosy as you concentrated back on your piano to not lose your focus.
This was probably just a silly coincidence.
You finished your last piece and let the last note sing until it’s death before rising up to your feet and leaving the stage for the last time that evening. You were exhausted to put it slightly but still made your way to your favorite table to chat with your lady friends.
You were all giggling at some kind of dirty joke that Rosa made, yet again, when everyone stopped and looked behind you. You slowly turned to face the young driver, again.
“Hi” This was the only word left in your brain and you said it pretty nervously.
“I just wanted to thank you for the music and your talent and tell you that I think you are very pretty miss.” He rambled and rambled and then felt ashamed for speaking so much. “I’m sorry, I’m not usually this talkative, just maybe a little nervous or not, this is totally not me being nervous.”
The ladies behind him laughed, not at him, never. Just at the clumsy attempt of flirting he just did. You got up and silently walked away from this trying to speak alone with him and spearing him another embarrassment.
“Well that’s very sweet of you, you race cars right ?” You questioned.
“Yep ! That would be my job right now, racing in formula 1.” He was clearly very excited about the fact that you somehow knew him.
You guys had a crowd, all the drivers were laughing at Kimi and all your supporters were watching very intently to try and have more gossip for next week.
“Well it’s very nice to you but it's getting pretty late so maybe I should head home now.” You say as you rub your eyes. Your feet were killing you and your fingers gave everything they had today. You didn’t understand how you could even stand.
Kimi understood and watched you walk away as he dragged himself back to sit down. He knew he would get teased but he just didn't have the guts to say more to you. He chickened out.
“Mate, what are you doing here ?” George chirped in. “You should've followed her, helped her carry her purse or something.”
Kimi shakes his head frustrated. “She said she was tired, just an excuse to leave the conversation and spare me the humiliation.”
“No silly, maybe she was actually tired.” Carmen added. “She performed for like four hours straight, I think she just didn't want to fall on the floor in front of you, she was sparing herself the embarrassment.”
Kimi processed the words and it was like something clicked in his mind. Of course you were tired. He got up so fast that his chair went straight to the floor and he basically ran for you.
Carmen laughed as she rested her head on George's shoulder. “Ah men, so cute yet so dumb.”
Kimi quickly catched up with you and your tired stride. “Y/N ! Please just wait up, it’s Kimi, the driver.”
You turn around surprised to see his face but smile tiredly. “You’re Kimi ?”
“Yes and I just, we didn’t have time to talk enough.” He says as he quickly takes your bag to put it on his own shoulder. “I-I just need your number or your instagram maybe just email. I just want a chance please, to talk or be friends or more you know.”
You were surprised to say the least. “Hmm, sure Kimi.” You give him your phone number. “Are you staying in Barcelona for a while?”
Kimi nods his head figurelessly. “I’m racing in a few days, you could come if it fits your schedule and all of that.”
“I’ll see what I can do Kimi.” You unlock your car as Kimi steps in to open the door making you giggle. “Thank you for all, I hope we can talk soon.”
He smiles as he stands there awkwardly watching you drive off. Kimi got your number and he was proud of himself for sure about it.
—--
Kimi was pacing around the Mercedes driver room before Q1. He wanted to talk to you, he wanted to hear your voice or maybe your music but he was just so awkward and shy and god why couldn’t he be good at flirting with pretty women.
His hand holds his phone with your number showing on the screen. He didn't even see George walk in at first, not until too late. George was discreetly walking to him and took his phone away.
“Hey ! Give that back.” Kimi tried to take it but George clearly had the height advantage.
George smirked as he pressed the call button making Kimi’s face all pale. “Maybe this will force you to finally talk to her.”
The younger driver quickly took the phone and ended the call. “God George I hate you !”
George was making a response in his mind but shut his mouth when the phone rang. “Maybe this is your girl calling you back, wouldn’t want to leave her hanging twice now, would you ?”
Kimi quickly walked away from George before pressing the accept button rethinking all of his life decisions that lead them in this very awkward moment.
“Kimi ? I think you may have called me”
“Yeah I did, by accident you know but it’s not like I didn’t want to speak to you or anything but I just yeah. Maybe I could stop talking.”
You giggled. “I’m happy you called, driver. Don’t worry”
He was all red now, no question about that. The conversation flowed way too smoothly and he even forgot about the fact that he was supposed to drive fast cars around in circles in a few hours.
“So, I thought that maybe you could come watch the race in a few days if you don’t mind or want to or something.” He rambled, of course he did. He was still Kimi and still nineteen.
“I would love to, Kimi, see you then.”
“Bye, pianiste.”
“Bye, driver.”
—--
You didn't even have the chance to see your favorite driver before the race but you were focused watching the car around the track. It was very different from music and yet you loved the vibe even though you clearly didn't understand most of what was happening.
He had given you a paddock pass which you clearly didn’t understand the meaning of but still loved. You walked past multiple drivers as you tried to understand where the hell was the Mercedes office or whatever it name was. You finally saw George and he walked up to you.
“Do you know where Kimi is ?” You questioned. “I’ve been searching for him for hours or maybe just like twenty minutes but still.”
He smiles and nods pointing to you where Kimi was waiting in his race suit with flowers in his hands. You walked to him as you took the flowers and kissed his cheeks.
“You were great out there today Kimi.”
“You think so ?” “Hm I know so.”
He smiled, taking your hand and pulling you inside the garage. You followed while still trying to memorize every small detail. You were clearly impressed and Kimi was proud of that.
“Maybe I should invite you more often, I think you brought me enough luck for a podium pianist.” He said smiling from the P3 finish and maybe also your presence.
“I wouldn’t complain about that, driver.”
Kimi Antonelli MASTERLIST
Beautiful keys (2419 words)
Mystery man (2425 words)
Happily married
Simon Riley x wife!reader
Summary: Simon never told anyone that he was married but also forgot to told his wife that no one knew and now she thinks he wants a divorce.
You were married to a military man, that you knew. Simon was never one to hide his past with you or where he was currently working. He was actually quite talkative about his work.
You loved that about him. You loved his transparency and you enjoyed his presence home when he wasn’t outside of the country fighting some kind of war. He would leave more often than not, and yet you would stay with him. Of course you would.
You stayed for the late phone calls, and the messy hand written letters between relocation of his team. You loved him dearly so why would his job ever be a problem in your marriage ?
Though, it changed as you were now standing in the kitchen with his wedding band in your hand. He just left it on the counter before leaving. Like it meant nothing. Like this was not real life proof of your love and dedication for him.
You were more than upset, you were scared for the future of this marriage. Maybe this was an early sign of wanting divorce, maybe this was his silent way of communicating to you that it’s pretty over now. Maybe he found someone better, someone on his team that’s prettier.
The tears were freely falling and you knew damn well that you would get your explanation in months. You couldn’t confront him while he was away risking his life and anyway you weren’t strong enough to read the letter he would write back asking for some kind of separation. It would break you.
So you stayed silent. You wrote him back pretty drily and for the first time since the beginning of your relationship, you went to bed the night he was coming home. You knew it was selfish but being your emotional self, you would cry the second your eyes meet his. You locked the door, closed the light and then you closed your teary eyes knowing this was probably the end of something greater than you.
You didn’t react to the door unlocking or opening, didn’t react to the shower head going off or when Simon finally laid his body on the bed, right next to you. But Simon reacted to your silence, and he was so scared for his life.
He didn’t understand why nobody was home, why nobody was greeting him so he went on and quickly showered and ate so he could join you in bed. Maybe you were simply too tired to wait for him, maybe you had one of those nasty migraines that would randomly hit you. He was making up thousands of excuses to not face the obvious: you were angry.
He very gently lowered himself to the bed, hoping for minimal noise. Hoping you wouldn’t wake up or maybe he wished you would. He missed his wife after all.
“Baby ?” He whispers. “I’m here.” He slowly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. Your sleeping body clearly still enjoyed his warmth as you leaned on him, forgetting the whole divorce thingy.
“Hmm Si ?” You mumble in your sleep, spooning with your husband.
He breathes in relief feeling your body finally on him. “We’ll talk in the morning, love.” He says kissing your hair and letting himself finally sleep off his travel day.
—---
The morning sun glows through the curtains and in the bedroom. Your eyes slowly open and your whole body freezes when you feel your husband's arms around your waist.
“Love ?” Simon carefully whispers as his hand scratches your scalp the way you always loved. “You looked tired yesterday, are you sick?”
You shake your head and as you thought, your tears just come streaming in. You don't even try to stop them, you know it won’t work like that. You let them weakly fall.
Simon freezes, yes he is your husband but he never ever sees you cry and he does not know what to do when it happens. He never knows what to do when someone he loves is crying.
“Oh baby, I’m not angry.” He quickly pulls you in and makes you sob into his chest, wetting his shirt with your tears. “Please tell me what's going on, talk to me.”
You sob even more as you try to muffle out something but only nonsense comes out. “You–divorce–sorry”
Simon’s smile has never left so damn quickly his face. He was for the first time in his lifetime, speechless. Actually speechless. His wife was asking for a divorce ?
“Whoaaa, no, no, no divorce.” He rambles. “You cannot, I-what happened sweetie ? I thought we were doing so well.” He could feel his own eyes water but he needed to be stronger. Stronger for you and stronger to make sure that the only person he has ever loved would stay in his arms, in his home.
“It’s all your fault, you wanted this divorce.” You try to stay calm, you really do but nothing can help.
“No, no, I love you sweetie. So. Damn. Much.” He tries to calm you down, but he’s freaking out as well. “You need to tell me what happened, I can help you or us.”
“The ring, you left your stupid useless ring on the counter before your mission.” You sob out clenching his shirt with your fist like you needed it to survive.
His heart drops and he shakes his head so fast. “Oh it’s just that hmm, the team doesn't know that I’m a married man.” His voice is filled with shamed to admit to his wife of two years that he never told any of his coworker. That he was actually hidding this part of him to them.
You finally look up to him with your tears still on your cheeks. “You don't want to leave me ?”
He shakes his head again and kisses your tears sweetly away.
“I love you baby, so much. I could never leave you.” He kisses your cheeks, your nose, your forehead and then softly your lips. He needed you to stay.
You melted into his kiss, the kiss being salty from not only your tears but also his. “I don’t want to divorce you, I just left it so no one would ask questions about my ring.” His voice is peaceful and full of affection, trying to make you understand his difficult position.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” You try to stop your tears, taking deep breaths. You let your head fall on his chest, being tired from the tears, the emotion, the early morning.
Simon watches the scene unfold. Your eyes shut close and your whole body leaning on him, asking for him in your now sleeping position.
He can finally relax and try to understand what the hell just happened. He never knew that leaving his wedding band would trigger such a big reaction. He felt horrible. He didn’t always understand women’s minds and even less your pretty one, but he still felt horrible.
Of course leaving his ring on the counter would be meaningful for you, of course it would send you down a spiral. He should've known better and now, all because of him, you were sleeping, too tired from the whole crying and arguing you two just did. You were such a gentle soul but very emotional, he should’ve known.
He needed to say something, to you and to his team. Quickly.
—-
The next day, when he walked into training, he kept his ring on. He kept his wedding band exactly on his left hand where it needed to be. He knew people would ask questions and he was finally ready to set this straight once and for all. It was the least he could do for you.
If this meant no more crying from his perfect little wife, if this meant no more thinking about divorce then he would do it a thousand times.
He felt the heavy stare of his teammates before he could even walk through the second door. And in the military ? People were never ashamed enough to shut their mouths up.
Captain Price was the first to actually question Simon. He was his closest friend so it only made sense. “You got a new ring lately Ghost?”
Simon froze and nodded his head. “Yeah, just my wedding band. No biggie.” He tried to be casual, tried to blend in just as his usual self.
“Since when are you a married man ?” Price's eyebrows lift up with his question.
Simon shrugged his shoulders. “Oh you know, going on our third year with the missus. “ He says it so casually that information shouldn't shock anyone. But everyone in the mile radius is staring right at him or his wedding band. Or both. “I simply kept it to myself, no reason needed.”
Price as well as Gaz and Soap and so many others just stared, their mouths open in disbelief. No way that the first man married was the ruthless, pure trauma, no emotion Ghost. No one believed it, it was probably just a silly joke. A prank like he usually pulled out of nowhere.
“You have a picture of that pretty lady of yours ?” Gaz finally opened his mouth to say something that no one else dared to.
Ghost nods his head, what silly question was that ? Of course he had a picture of his loving wife and he didn't hesitate to pull it right out of his wallet and show the team.
It was the perfect candid picture with your hair falling so beautifully on your shoulder and with that silly smile of yours that you always had on. Ghost couldn’t even remove his eyes from the picture.
“That’s her.” He was proud and definitely not hiding it anymore. He had a pretty wife and he finally could tell the world.
The only good thing about these military men was how easy they forget and pass on to another thing. The teasing was light enough to make Ghost blush but not too much to make him want to leave the base.
—-
You heard the boots hitting the floor before your eyes met with your husband’s. You were still a little anxious with the whole fight and definitely felt very bad and stupid. Your overthinking really just got the best of you and you now just felt silly.
And yet, your husband so perfect just smiled and walked up to you to kiss your rosy lips. “Don’t worry darling, I told everyone at the base that I’m a taken man, very married and very happy.” He said it so seriously that you couldn’t help but giggle.
“God, I love you so much.” You say as you pull him in for another sweet kiss and then another on his nose. Your little tradition. “How was I so lucky to have you?”
Simon smiled, the fight was clearly over and nothing like this would ever happen again on his watch. He was the clear definition of happy wife, happy life and he would never be ashamed of that.
“Hmm I could say the same about you sweetie.” He smirks as he carefully lifts you up into his arms to carry you to your bedroom. “I could show it to you, you know. My love and devotion for you, Mrs.Riley.”
You blush and giggle as you hide your precious face into his chest.”Stop teasing Mr.Riley, it’s very mean.”
“Hmm whatever you say love.”
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Bloody mess
Simon Riley x medic!reader
Warnings: injury, blood, shotwound, inacurate medicine.
Summary: The medic used to working very far from the battlefield is forced to fight her fear and follow Simon on the field.
You had been a medic in the military as soon as you legally could. You loved helping people and your dedication showed when you quickly climbed up the rank into now TF141. This team was different and felt way more like a family than working for just the money. You loved it more than anything.
You quickly made new friends and Price was like a father to you. Which is exactly why you were staring at him hopelessly as he tried to convince you to go onto the field with them.
“No way Captain, I am not trained for this at all ! I wouldn’t even know what to do.” You say, exhausted from this crazy conversation. Your hands were in your hair, tugging on them.
“I understand that but it’s either that or no medic at all.” He tried to reason. “You wouldn’t have to defend yourself, Ghost would follow and protect you.”
You shake your head as you get up from your chair. “No way, I’m not strong enough to see people get killed out there.” You sigh, fidgeting with your necklace. “I just can’t.”
Price nods his head as he gets up to walk closer to you. “You don’t have a choice, sweetie. I’m sorry but we need you.”
You knew you should’ve stepped up for yourself more but you nodded quietly and got out of his office before tears threatened to fall. It was only one time, one day. You could do that, right ?
You were anxious as you quickly walked down the hall to bump into someone and lose your footing. “Whoa, you alright here ?” Simon said as he steadies you with his hands on your hips.
You shake your head as the tears fall and you just ramble on. “No, no, nothing is fine. Price is saying I have to go out there, in the field. I have to help you guys and I’m scared Simon.”
Simon stares at you in shock. Because no way a sweet thing like you would ever survive a day in war. “I’m sure it’s a mistake sweetie, he probably didn’t mean it like that.”
You shake your head. “He was pretty clear Simon, I’ll be out there for the first time in my life and you're supposed to back me up for this mission.” You whisper clearly shaken up from all of this.
Simon nods and promises to himself that he would keep you safe and alive.
—----
Your hands were shaking as you pulled the bullet vest over your chest and you were struggling to adjust it right. Simon noticed right away as he quietly walked up to you and you raised your arms up letting him work on your vest.
“You ready for this, sunshine ?” He asked, adjusting the straps one last time. You shaked your head, not trusting your voice to answer him. “I’ll keep you safe, don’t worry.” He says trying to sound confident enough to calm you down.
You smile softly as you pull the jacket over you and nod your head. You walked beside him to the helicopter and sat down still fidgeting with your necklace. “I just don’t want anything to go wrong.” You whisper to him.
“Nothing bad is going to happen, just stick close to me.” He says as he takes your hands unto his to stop your fidgeting. You squeezed it, preparing yourself for the battlefield that’s coming up.
—---
It was eventful, but not as bad as you imagined it. You stayed behind Simon at all times and helped those you came to your view. Like right now, you were kneeled on the floor trying to stop the heavy bleeding of one of your soliders. You didn’t know his name, but it didn’t matter because you had a job to do and to do quickly.
You were so focused on the patient in front of you that you didn’t realize that Simon was not backing you up anymore. You were alone.
You froze when you heard the gunshot and slowly turned around to feel the reassurance of Simon but no one was there. Your breath hitched. Your eyes closed.
This couldn’t happen. Not to you. Not right now.
The tears threatened to fall as you took the gun from the soldier in the mud. He was clearly a lost cause and adrenaline was pumping into your blood to try and survive. You very quietly got up on your feet as you heard the crack of leaves coming closer to you.
You wanted to scream for Simon, scream for help but you knew that keeping your mouth was the best option for you.
Your body froze when you felt a sharp pain in your leg and you knew immediately that someone had shot you. You quickly turned around and when you saw the dark figure, you didn’t think and just shot.
The enemy falls and you gasp realizing what you just did. You just killed a man. You dropped the gun as you stood there staring at the dead body and the blood pouring out of him.
Simon finally came back after having to kill a few persons himself to be free but froze in shock seeing you and the dead body not far.
“No, no, sweetie, are you with me ?” He asked as he ran up to your side and took your face between his hands. “You need to look at me, okay ? Just me, nothing else.”
Your eyes were so distant, so empty as you wiped your bloody hands on his vest. You didn’t even realize what you were doing. You didn’t know who you were or where you were. “Simon, what’s going on ?” Your voice was so void of life, so robotic.
“Everything is okay, you’re fine. That is what’s important, sweetie.” He says as he gently makes you leave the terrible spot where the man you just killed was in your vision.
You tried to walk but whimpered quickly and gripped Simon’s arm when you tried to put weight on your left leg. Simon's eyes quickly assessed you and saw the gunshot wound. “No way, are you bleeding ?” You nod your head as you lean even more on him.
“Am I dying ?” You say now looking at him clearly scared.
“No, no, you’re not, we’re getting you back to the base, okay ?” He says as he very carefully takes you in his arms, bridal style. You whimper as your leg moves but rest your head on his chest.
You never saw Simon stressed or pressed about anything, but when you looked at his face while he was walking, you could say for sure that he was anxious. You were fighting to keep your eyes open as your head lolled back and forth.
“Just need you to fight a little longer, okay ? Keep those pretty eyes open for me.” He says, picking up his pace even more.
“I’m tired Simon, just want to sleep.” You whispered with all the strength you had left.
“Love hearing you talk, but I need you to keep your energy.” He says as he breathes in relief seeing the base.
You nod your head, letting it fall back on his chest as your eyes stay barely open. He walks fast and past everyone as he gently lowers you on the couch and quickly removes your pants to assess the injury. You were just numb as you let him undress you and flip you on your stomach to see the wound clearly.
Simon was too focused on the task to acknowledge the fact that he was seeing you in your underwear or to be shy about it. Instead, he quickly got to work.
You whimpered, feeling him trying to find the bullet in your tight. “It hurts, Simon.” You say as your eyes weakly close.
“I know, I know, I just need to take the bullet out.” He says as he finally gets the bullet out and very quickly pour alcohol over it. You cry from the pain as your hand grip the couch. “I’m so sorry, god I’m sorry.” He says as he gets to the stitching.
You stayed silent, feeling him working on your tight as your eyes slowly closed and your consciousness gave up right on you.
He felt your body give up but stayed focused on the task at hand. He needed you to stop bleeding and then he would help, then he would try and do something.
After just a few minutes, the stitches were done and Simon gently scooped you up from the couch and towards his temporary room. He walked fast, daring anyone to stare at your bare legs as he lowered you on his bed and removed your jacket and the bullet proof vest underneath it to try and put you at ease.
He carefully removed your boots and socks and pulled the cover over your unconscious body. “We’ll talk in the morning.” He whispers kissing your forehead.
You babble some nonsense as you lean for his warmth even in your sleep. He smiled softly and finally breathed since the start of this awful day.