Any Silent Man Scream || KR7 X Gf!Reader

Any Silent Man Scream || KR7 x gf!Reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, sub!kimi, blowjob, praise kink

Wordcount: 1k

Part two of Tell Me Your Sounds

She had filled in at a race when Sebastian had been out sick, and yes, she loved that she had the chance

But god, did she fear what the interviewers wanted to ask after her and Kimi had gotten caught kissing in public

“After it was confirmed you and Kimi are dating, people have been wondering; is Kimi as silent in bed as he is out here?” She knew it would come up

She chuckled shortly before she answered “He might’ve been with other women, but trust me, I can make any silent man scream” She smiled, making the interviewer flustered

“Thank you for your honest answer” She said, scrambling over her words “I think that was it, thank you”

She had hoped to be in bed early as she was exhausted, but as fate had come, she heard a knock on the door to her room

She stood up from her bed and dragged her feet over to the door “Kimi? Wha-“ He took quick steps into the room and closed the door behind him, pressing her up against it, his lips on her neck immediately

“Kimi, what are you doing?” She held on tight to his biceps as he started lightly suck on her skin

“I’m proving I can make you scream as well” She chuckled at his response as his hands went under the shirt she was wearing

“We both know that’s not gonna happen, Kimi” She said, pulling his hands away from her body

She had them turned around, using his surprise to start attacking his neck with kisses

“Every night, you say that you’ll take control, and what happens? You end up a moaning mess under my touch” He had already become a whimpering mess

“Not every- ah” His sentence was cut short with a moan as she bit down softly on his skin “Please, rakkaus, I need you” He whimpered, pulling her hips into his own

“I know, baby” Her hands went under his shirt, pulling it over his head, throwing it on the ground somewhere

She kissed down his torso as she went down on her knees, her hand fumbling with his belt as her lips roamed his abdomen

She finally got his belt opened, pulling his pants and boxers down to his mid thighs, getting his cock out

“Fuck, baby, please” He was already a moaning mess, and she had only placed a few kitten licks on the head of his cock, getting all of his precum

She swirled her tongue around him, already making his thighs shake “Please- Don’t tease, please”

She knew he wouldn’t last long if she kept teasing him, so she gave in to his wishes and went down on him, hallowing her cheeks, gagging as he hit the back of her throat

“Fuck” His voice was covered with a moan as she started moving, tracing his vein with her tongue, sending him further into his orgasm

“Please, I need to be inside you. Please, rakkaus” She got off of him and stood up. She kissed him soft before she spoke

“Get on the bed. Naked” He hurried out of his pants and boxers and went over to the bed at laid with his back against it

She walked slowly over to the bed, pulling her clothes off at a teasingly slow speed. She pulled off her panties before she got in his lap, leaving herself in only her bra

“Please, baby” He put his hands on her waist, drawing circles with his thumbs into her sides “I wanna see you, please” He bucked his hips, but it only resulted in her standing further up on her knees, earning her a whine from him

“You’re always so needy” She smirked, ghosting her nails down his chest, drawing out whimpers from him

“Please, rakkaus. I need to be inside you, please” She gave in and put her hands on her back, unhooking her bra and slid it off her arms, throwing it on the ground as well

He sighed at the sight of her breasts on display. She took his cock into her hands, earning her a whimper, lining herself up with him

She slowly sank down on him, both of them whimpering as she did. She sat still as she adjusted to him, feeling his nails dig into her skin

She slowly start moving on him, drawing out moans from both of them. His back was arched and his eyes shut closed as she sped up, finding a rhythm that worked

“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this, baby” She praised, leaning down to kiss his cheek bone “You’ll never be on top of me, we both know that” She said close to his ear, lips going to his neck

“You’ll always be this beautiful under my touch” He whimpered at her words, thrusting his hips up to meet hers, the sounds of their skin against skin getting louder as well as their mixed moans

“You gonna come for me, love?” She asked, feeling him start to twitch inside her as she clenched down on him

He nodded, too fucked out for any words, only able to get whimpers out if he was lucky

“Yeah? You gonna be my good boy and come for me?” She asked in a teasing tone and her hand came down on her clit, circling it, making her clench down on him more

With no warning did he hold her down on him, coming inside her, filling her up with his cum

The feeling of his cum dripping out of her sent her over the edge, clenching rapidly around him with his name rolling off her tongue as she came

She slid off of him, laying down beside him “Just admit it, you love letting me take care of you” She said, pulling his body into hers after they had gotten cleaned up

“Only you, rakkaus” He sighed, leaning into her touch, letting his body go limp as he dozed off into sleep

141 Neighbors imagine

The boys have been in a relationship for a long time. They've all taken a small break from the feiled after Johnny almost dying... they have been staying in a small and sweet place, a nice flat for them to share.

And while not out on the feiled, they still worked overtime. And weren't home often; and when they were, they always just got some takeaway and loved each other before going to work the next morning.

You had noticed this; You had lived in the flat adjacent to the four hunks. You lived alone in your cute, comfy flat with your cat "Binks,".

You didn't like that they lived off cheap takeaway and three hours of sleep at most. So you decided to be a kind neighbor and give them a good home cooked meal. You made extra for dinner that night, packaging the warm meal and leaving it at their door with a small and short note.

John slowly walks to the door after hearing the soft 'tap tap tap' outside his door. His hand rested on the gun on his hip in case things went south after opening the door.

But nobody was there, he looked down and saw a small basket and a note. "W'as tha?" Johnny asked, coming up behind his former captian; picking up the small basket and bringing it into his lovers home.

"Trying to be a friendly neighbor, I noticed all the takeaway, and I thought you'd all enjoy a nice meal," a short note and nothing more. John didn't trust it, showing it to Simon and Kyle, and Simon agreed. It was too suspicious, Kyle wanted to think maybe their was a kind soul, but knowing their line of work, he wasn't sure.

"I don' kno 'bout ye, but I t'ink this 's delicious." The three men looking to their other lover and to their shock and horror he was munching away on the mysterious meal. "JOHNNY," Simon yelled in disappointment and fear, "well, how are you feeling?" Kyle asked, unsure if this was 100% safe.

"Feel great," the Scott says before taking another spoon full. Kyle shrugs, and they all settle into a comfortable silence as they eat the dinner from their friendly neighbor.

This becomes a normal occurrence. They hear a rapping on their door, and when they open the door, there is a meal waiting, but nobody there.

They didn't know who their friendly neighbor was, but they were thankful for the warm meals. However, one day Johnny came home after a last-minute grocery run and spots you.

Placing the basket on their door quickly knocking before rushing to your door and shushing your fluffy cat as it meows at your feet. Johnny found you cute, and he knew his lovers would love to know you too.

Sorry for the poorly written and rushed little imagine, I'm very tired and I just wanted to write this down before I forgot about it. Maybe make this a real fic later, it'll be written way better I promise.

Couples Therapy

Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: let’s go to couples therapy and see how long it takes the therapist to realize we don’t know each other

You fidget nervously in the waiting room chair, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. This has to be the most ridiculous first date idea ever …but then again, Lando was never one for convention.

The office door swings open and a smiling middle-aged woman in a cardigan beckons you both inside. “Y/N? Lando? I’m Dr. Ramanujan, please come in.”

Lando shoots you a mischievous grin and you can’t help but return it as you follow the therapist into her office. This is already off to a delightfully silly start.

“So,” Dr. Ramanujan settles into her chair, notepad at the ready. “What brings you two in today?”

You open your mouth but Lando beats you to it. “Well doc, it’s like this — Y/N and I have been together for five years now but things have gotten … sticky, you might say.”

You fight back a surprised laugh at his casual lie. Five years? You met this lunatic ten days ago.

Nodding solemnly, you play along. “Yes, unfortunately some issues have arisen that we haven’t been able to resolve on our own.”

“I see,” the therapist jots something down. “And what would you say is the primary issue troubling your relationship?”

Lando strokes his chin in mock contemplation. “You know, now that I think about it, we really struggle with intimacy.”

You splutter, cheeks flushing red. He did not just go there on a first date!

“We’re very passionate people,” he continues effortlessly. “But I think we both have some hang-ups that stop us from really connecting, you know?”

Clearing your throat, you decide to steer into the skid. “Yes, you could say Lando is quite … insatiable in that area.”

Dr. Ramanujan’s eyebrows shoot up but she simply nods. “I see, I see. And how does that make you feel, Y/N?”

“Honestly?” You shrug helplessly. “Exhausted. The man is completely relentless — it’s like he’s an animal sometimes!”

Lando clutches his chest in feigned offense. “An animal? That’s a bit much, don’t you think darling?”

“Don’t you ‘darling’ me,” you snap, pushing aside your amusement at the increasingly absurd situation. “I’m just calling it like I see it. We’re here for honesty, right?”

“Touché,” Lando turns back to the therapist. “Doc, maybe you could help us find … a compromise of sorts? Because my needs are evidently not being met.”

You scoff loudly. “Not being met? Lando, I let you do that thing with the-”

Mercifully, Dr. Ramanujan interjects before you can continue that train of thought. “Perhaps we could steer our discussion in a more productive direction? Intimacy issues often stem from deeper underlying problems within a relationship. Is there anything else concerning you both?”

Lando ponders this for a moment before snapping his fingers. “You know what? I think a big part of it is that Y/N doesn’t trust me.”

“I don’t trust you?” You echo incredulously. “That’s rich coming from you, Mr. I Flirt With My Teammate Constantly!“

His jaw drops perfectly. “You’re bringing Oscar into this? That’s a low blow, babe.”

“I’m not blind!” You shoot back, doing your best to ignore how silly you both must look. “I see how cozy you two get. Tell me there’s nothing there and I’m a fool!”

“Woah, woah!” Lando holds up his hands defensively. “Oscar and I are just good friends and teammates. Nothing more.”

You cross your arms stubbornly. “If you say so.”

An uncomfortable silence falls over the room. Dr. Ramanujan seems perplexed by your crazy banter.

Finally, she clears her throat. “Right. Well, it sounds like there are some potential trust issues at play here that we should unpack-”

“Oh I’ll unpack it for you, doc!” Lando interjects, real passion entering his voice now. “Y/N is massively, astronomically insecure about our relationship. She questions my faithfulness at every turn!”

You swivel to face him fully, eyes wide. “And why, pray tell, would I possibly be insecure about that?”

“I don’t know!” He throws his hands up in exasperation. “I’ve never given you a single real reason to doubt me!”

“Except for all the pet names and inappropriate touching with Oscar!”

“Those are just friendly gestures!”

“Keep telling yourself that, buddy!”

The two of you are practically shouting at each other now, completely absorbed in your make-believe argument. Somewhere in the back of your mind you feel a bit bad for putting the poor therapist through this, but you’re having far too much fun to stop.

Dr. Ramanujan finally cuts in, raising her palms. “Okay! Okay, let’s all just take a breath, shall we?”

You and Lando freeze mid-rant, remembering where you are. He shoots you a conspiratorial wink and you have to bite your lip to suppress a smile.

“Now,” the therapist continues once the tension has diffused slightly. “Clearly there are some deep-seated resentments and triggers being hit here that we need to unravel. But I think a lot of it comes back to the intimacy and trust issues we were discussing earlier. Y/N, would you say you feel emotionally fulfilled by Lando?”

You ponder this for a moment, drawing out the suspense. Lando watches you with bated breath.

Finally, you sigh deeply. “No doc, I can’t say that I do. And maybe that’s why I’ve been so tempted to stray myself ...”

Lando’s jaw drops perfectly again. “You’ve been tempted to cheat? With who?”

Holding his gaze boldly, you declare: “My yoga instructor, actually.”

“Shane?” He looks like you just slapped him. “But he’s so … so bland!”

You shrug nonchalantly. “What can I say? Opposites attract sometimes.”

Dr. Ramanujan looks like she’s watching a tennis match, unable to get a word in edgewise.

Lando points an accusatory finger at you. “This is unbelievable! You had the audacity to blame me for the intimacy issues earlier when all this time you’ve been lusting after another man?”

“I’m a woman of insatiable needs!” You cry, borrowing his phrasing from earlier. “You said it yourself!”

“I didn’t mean it like that!” He turns desperately back to the therapist. “Please doc, you have to help us!”

She blinks owlishly a few times before finding her voice. “I … I’m not sure I can be of much assistance here.”

Lando clutches at his chest dramatically. “No, don’t say that! Our relationship is hanging by a thread as it is.”

“If it’s even still a relationship,” you mumble darkly, inspecting your nails with affected nonchalance.

“You see?” Lando pleads with the doctor. “This is what I’m dealing with every day! The constant barbs and lack of trust! I’m at my wit’s end.”

Dr. Ramanujan’s eyes dart between the two of you, seeming to deflate a little more after each deranged declaration. She sets her notepad aside with a resigned sigh.

“Listen, you two ...” she begins carefully. “While I appreciate you being upfront about your ...” she pauses, clearly searching for the right word, “unique situation, I’m afraid it goes well beyond my abilities as a therapist.”

You simply blink at her innocently while Lando dissolves into feigned hysterics beside you.

“But you have to help us!” He cries, flinging himself backwards dramatically. “Our relationship is the only thing I have left!”

You can’t help but let out a small giggle at his antics, quickly disguising it as a cough when the therapist shoots you a look. Dr. Ramanujan just shakes her head slowly.

“I’m sorry, but I clearly don’t have the tools or expertise to assist with … whatever this is.” She gestures vaguely between the two of you. “My advice would be to seek a different form of counseling. Or perhaps … separate for a while until you both figure out what you want.”

Lando clutches at his chest, feigning heartbreak. “Separate? Doc, you can’t be serious!”

“I’m afraid I am,” Dr. Ramanujan states firmly, rising from her chair. “This session has become … unproductive, to put it mildly. I think we should call it a day.”

You open your mouth to protest staying in character, but the defeated look on the poor therapist’s face gives you pause. With a sidelong glance at Lando, you decide to put her out of her misery.

Rising from your own seat, you loop your arm through Lando’s and favor the bewildered doctor with your most winning smile.

“You’re probably right, doc. We’ll, uh, take some time and really think things over. Thanks for your … insight today.”

Dr. Ramanujan simply nods, seemingly too drained to even reply as she opens the door and gestures you both through.

The second you’re out in the hallway, you can’t contain your laughter anymore. You dissolve into a fit of giggles, doubling over and clutching at Lando’s arm for support. He joins in instantly, that mischievous grin stretched wide across his face.

“Oh my god,” you gasp between peals of laughter. “Did you see her face when I brought Oscar into it?”

“I thought she was going to kick us out then and there!” Lando howls, wiping away a mirthful tear. “The things we put that poor woman through ...”

You finally manage to regain your composure, still grinning madly at the ridiculousness of it all. Leave it to Lando to come up with a first date idea as wonderfully insane as fake couples therapy.

“We should do something normal for our next date,” you quip, shooting him a sly look. “Like go skydiving or swimming with sharks.”

Lando matches your playful tone, draping an arm around your shoulders as you meander away from the office. “Whatever you say, darling. Just promise me you won’t leave me for one of the skydiving instructors, yeah?”

You pull him closer with a laugh. “No promises, babe.”

⭑ LET HIM COOK BAKE ! ⭑

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REQUESTED? ─⭑ Yes! (I lost the request so whoever you are, i hope you find this!)

SUMMARY ─⭑ Carlos loves to cook and bake. And with all of your recipes and help, he has achieved peak cooking and backing.He watches every video to see how your hands work their magic, how your smile wrinkles the corner of your eyes how charming you look in your new dress- but he definitely doesn’t also watch because you’re pretty. But how will things spice up once you finally gets invited to the Ferrari garage?

PAIRING ─⭑ Carlos Sainz x Cooking+Baking Influencer!Fem!Reader

WARNINGS ─⭑ google translated spanish, carlos being a fangirl, spelling mistakes

A/N ─⭑ it was requested as influencer, but what about a cook/baker influencer reader?? 😏 there won’t be a pt 2 to this fic, but i think we can tell how this would be :)

AND YES IK THE INSTA DM ISN’T WHAT WOULD HAPPEN BUT LET ME LIVE

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y/n_bakes new recipe tried, and a new video up on youtube to make it with me! made soufflé pancakes and they are absolutely amazing! be sure to add some fruits if you can too! 🫐🥞

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alexandrasaintmleux it looks so good! can’t wait to see you sometime soon ❤️ 🍓

y/n_bakes me too lovely! (catching a train from nice to monaco rn) 🩵

user1 y/n and alex being friends heals my depression

user2 i aspire to be as pinterest as she is.

user3 she IS pinterest

user4 i need those pancakes inside me rn 😩

user5 THEY LOOK SO FLUFFY

user6 CARLOS SAINZ PANCAKES

user7 I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO NOTICED

user8 SMOOTH OPERATOR MENTION!!

user9 F1 MENTION WTF IS A RACE WITHOUT MAX VERSTAPPEN WINNING??? 🗣️ 🔥 🏎️ 🗣️ 🔥 🏎️ 🗣️ 🔥 🏎️

y/n_bakes …who’s carlos sainz..? 😓

user10 @ y/n_bakes YOU DON’T KNOW WHO CARLOS SAINZ IS?? THE FORMULA ONE DRIVER??? FOR FERRARI???

y/n_bakes …doesn’t ring a bell 😞

user11 y/n my love, sweetheart, love of my life, honey, sweetie…

user12 carlos because y/n doesn’t know who he is even though he follows her : 🥀💔😥😔⛓️🖤😈😭🔪🏴‍☠️

user13 i love how y/n is followed by the other wags then there is just carlos. 😭😭

user14 “oh… and he’s there too.”

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y/n_bakes had a amazing time today making a classic costrada de alcalá (requested by a longtime follower from spain)! video will be up today with the recipe 🤍 🍰

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user26 PLS GO TO A RACE OR SOMETHING, ANYTHING WE NEED A Y/N-CARLOS MEETING 😭🙏

user15 SPANISH PASTRY MENTION 🗣️ 🔥 🇪🇸

user16 how much do you guys want to bet that that follower was carlos 💀

user17 there is no need to bet it’s a known fact 😭

y/n_bakes ✔︎ how did you know?? haha

user17 WAIT WHAT

user18 STOP WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT HOW BEAUTIFUL SHE IS IN THE FIRST PHOTO 🥹

user19 carlos is foaming at the mouth because of this post

user20 banging his head into the wall

user21 kicking his legs and giggling 🤭

user22 ready to sign up to be her husband for 2025 rather than a team 💀

user23 @ user22 ENOUGH. 😭😭

user24 i need her to be in a ferrari video just to see how carlos would act

landonorris ✔︎ @ carlossainz55 this her?

user24 LANDO TAGGING HIM OMG 😭

carlossainz55 ✔︎ lando. what do you think you are doing.

landonorris ✔︎ @ carlossainz55 uhmmm helping my best friend out??? 🤨

landonorris ✔︎ @ y/n_bakes carlos here is your biggest fan

carlossainz55 ✔︎ HIJO DE PERRA

carlossainz55 ✔︎ BORRAR ESTO AHORA MISMO ANTES DE QUE ELLA VEA ESTO

y/n_bakes @ landonorris really? I’m so glad! tell him i say thank you for all the support and the wonderful recipe he sent in! 😊

user25 DID ANYONE ELSE SEE THE CARLOS COMMENTS TRHEAD BEFORE IT GOT DELETED BC Y/N RESPONDED??? 😭

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y/n_bakes first ever f1 race! still no much to learn but i can’t wait to be back! 🏎️ 🏁

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user27 Y/N IN PADDOCK! REPEAT! Y/N IN PADDOCK! 🔥 🗣️

user28 still never getting over the romantic tension between her and carlos.

user29 THE FACT MOST OF THE FERRARI BOY PHOTOS ARE CARLOS 🥹

user30 considering how they interacted the msot out of the baking video they definitely are friends

user31 friends? I think you mean lovers 😍😍

user32 NO ESPECIALLY AFTER WHAT CARLOS SAID IN THE VIDEO??

user33 “If I win, I will take you out for dinner.” “Will you?” “I will. Promise you. A pinky promise” “I’ll hold you to it :)”

user34 THEY ARE SO WELIFHVLWIEFV

scuderiaferrari ✔︎ so happy you got to join us this weekend! can’t wait for some more goodies when you come again 😋 🍰

y/n_bakes ✔︎ i would always bring sweets for my favorite team!

carlossainz55 ✔︎ @ y/n_bakes what about your favorite driver? 😉

charles_leclerc ✔︎ @ carlossainz55 since when were you the favorite??

y/n_bakes ✔︎ @ carlossainz55 don’t worry carlos! I would always bring something for you! 🩷

charles_leclerc ✔︎ oh…

charles_leclerc ✔︎ Oh..! 😏

user41 carlos making his millennial moves??

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user35 WHAT IS THIS???

user36 bro is not holding back 😭😭

user37 bro is moving faster than the ferraris 💀

user38 he’s been waiting for this for 4 years ofc he’s wasting no time 😭

landonorris ✔︎ finally.

carlossainz55 ✔︎ don’t even talk to me about this.

user39 what did lando do bro 😭

maxverstappen1 ✔︎ exist

landonorris ✔︎ IM THE ONE THAT HELPED THEM FIRST TALK YOU ASSHOLE. WHAT DID YOU DO THIS ENTIRE TIME FOR THEM?? NOTHING. BUZZ OFF.

y/n_bakes ✔︎ not used to these kinds of dinners… but I can definitely get used to it 😊

carlossainz55 ✔︎ as long as I’m the one taking you out, yes?

y/n_bakes ✔︎ ofc! who else would i go to dinners with?

user40 i might throw up (of cutness)

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carlossainz55 ✔︎ vida mía ❤️ so happy that ferrari invited you (with my help of course) so that we were able to get to know each other. 😚

y/n_bakes ✔︎ so lucky to have gotten that invitation! i wouldn’t change anything in the world unless it meant meeting you earlier 🩷

landonorris let him bake.

Hey

It’s me

Anyway I’m thinking Kimi. I heard somewhere that Kimi had his back operated on a few years ago and so I thought I might start with that. So retired Kimi doing I don’t know motorbikes or whatever he does and falling, not a bad fall but just enough that his back aches. And I don’t any other parts just that and the person reader thing helping somehow?

I honestly don’t know I’m just winging it.

Again if you do not wish to write this, then don’t.

Anyway how are going? I hope this isn’t past the due date but I don’t know cause I’m in Australian time.

Ughhh 😩 I’m just now getting around to this 👹 also this picture makes me giggle 🤭

“You’re not invincible” — Kimi Raikkönen x reader

Ft Jenson,Mark,Fernando and Seb

Fluff,Crack and Comfort

This is mostly for laughs

It also has a bunch of banter we love banter in this house

Word count 3k

When Kimi retired from Formula One he didn’t expect his retirement to be so boring. He wasn’t gonna lie he missed the adrenaline rush he got from racing and his friends. I guess that’s who Kimi found himself at Sebastian’s with Mark,Jenson,Sebastian and Fernando standing around in the garage looking at the new motor bike Seb had bought.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Jeson says, holding his hands up and taking a step back from the bike.

“Says the man who is a WEC driver” Seb jokes.

“Hey my wife would kill me if she found out that I was on that thing” Jenson said defending himself.

“Yeah I’m out too I have to be in Montreal for the race in four days” Fernando said shaking his head.

“Okay that leaves Mark,Kimi and Myself” Seb says crossing his arms over his chest.

“Count me out! My wife's a nurse and she sees motorbike accidents all the time” Mark says, shuddering at the countless accidents he hears from his wife.

“I’ll do it,” Kimi says, shrugging , finally speaking up.

Seb’s eyes light up with excitement as he realizes Kimi’s agreed to go on the bike ride.

“Yes!” Seb exclaims, pumping his fist in the air.

Jenson, Mark, and Fernando all exchange glances, shaking their heads in disbelief at Kimi’s decision. They know just how reckless he can be on the track and they worry that he might get into trouble on the motorbike.

“Are you sure you know what you’re getting yourself into?” Fernando asks, raising an eyebrow.

Kimi smirks and shrugs, his typical laid-back demeanor on display.

“I can handle it,” he replies confidently, his eyes glinting with a hint of mischief.

Jenson and Mark share a look, clearly concerned for their friend's safety. They know how competitive and adrenaline-seeking Kimi can be, and they're worried about what he might do on the motorbike.

“Just be careful, man. Those things are dangerous,” Mark warns, placing a hand on Kimi's shoulder.

Seb rolls his eyes, clearly growing impatient with their cautionary words.

“Relax, guys. Kimi's a professional racer. He knows how to handle a bike,” he says, trying to reassure them.

Mark and Jenson exchange another worried look, but they know there's no stopping Kimi when he's set his mind on something.

Jenson sighs and throws up his hands in resignation.

“Fine, just be careful, okay? We don’t want you ending up in the hospital,” he says, giving Kimi a stern look.

Kimi just chuckles and gives Jenson a casual wave.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” he says, his tone lacking any concern.

“He’s right you we aren’t exactly 20 anymore some of us are almost 50 years old” Jenson says side eyeing Mark.

“That’s not funny” Mark says smacking Jenson on the back of his head.

Seb smiles and shakes his head in amusement at their banter.

“Come on, guys, lighten up! We’re still young at heart,” he says, grinning.

Fernando chuckles and crosses his arms over his chest, amused by their behavior.

“Young at heart, maybe. But our bodies might disagree,” he says, giving them a knowing look.

Jenson lets out a defeated sigh and nods in agreement.

“You have a point,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck.

Mark crosses his arms and rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed by the reminder of his age.

“Yeah, yeah, we get it. We’re old,” he mutters, leaning against the wall.

Seb grins and punches Mark on the arm playfully.

“Don’t be such a grump, old man,” he teases, enjoying how Mark’s face twists in annoyance.

Mark shoves Seb back playfully, his annoyance growing.

“Watch it, Sebby,” he warns, glaring at Seb.

Seb just laughs and holds up his hands in defense.

“Just kidding, mate. Lighten up,” he says, grinning.

“Oh, and you’re such a mature adult, Jenson?” Mark shoots back, rolling his eyes.

Seb grins and crosses his arms over his chest.

“Yeah, where’s your sense of adventure, Jense? Too old and bored in your comfy armchair?”

Jenson feigns offense and puts a hand on his chest.

“Excuse me, I’ll let you know that I have plenty of adventures. I just prefer ones that don’t involve motorcycles and broken bones,” he says, raising an eyebrow. “Now Kimi, are you really sure you want to do this?” Jenson asked.

Kimi nods, his eyes fixed on the bike.

“Yes, I’m sure. I’ve been wanting to try something different since I retired. And this seems like a good enough adventure for me,” he replies confidently.

Seb grins and slaps Kimi on the back, clearly excited to have him on the ride with him.

“That’s the spirit, Kimi! We’re gonna have so much fun!” he exclaims, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

Mark crosses his arms over his chest and frowns.

“I still don’t like this. It’s too risky,” he mutters, worry etched on his face.

Jenson nods in agreement with Mark.

“Yeah, I have to agree with Mark on this. You’re not exactly young anymore, Kimi. You could seriously hurt yourself,” he says, his concern evident in his voice.

Kimi rolls his eyes and sighs, clearly annoyed by their concern.

“I appreciate your concern, guys. But I’m not a fragile old man. I can handle a bike ride,” he says, a hint of irritation in his voice.

“Ok if you say so” Mark says.

Seb grins, clearly sensing the tension in the air.

“I’m you think that Kimi because your going first” Seb says handing Kimi the keys and one of Kimi old helmets from a helmet swaps they did years ago.

Kimi takes the keys and the helmet from Seb, a feeling of nostalgia washing over him as he holds the old helmet. He shrugs it on, adjusting the strap under his chin.

“Fine, I’ll go first. Just to prove that I can handle it,” he says, his voice determined.

Seb grins and pats Kimi on the shoulder.

“Atta boy, Kimi. This is gonna be great!” he exclaims, clearly excited at the prospect of the ride.

Jenson,Fernando and Mark exchange a worried look, their concerns still evident on their faces.

Kimi swings his leg over the bike, settling himself onto the seat. He takes a deep breath and grips the handlebars, a mixture of excitement and nerves coursing through him.

“Let’s do this,” he says, looking over at his friends with a determined look.

The ride didn’t quite go as planned. As they were riding, Kimi lost control of the bike and ended up crashing into a nearby ditch.

Thankfully, it wasn’t a major accident. Kimi was a bit banged up, and he grimaced as he tried to sit up.

“Ugh, my back,” he groaned, wincing in pain. Seb quickly dismounted the bike and rushed to Kimi’s side, concern etched on his face.

“Kimi! Are you okay?” he asked, helping Kimi sit up.

Jenson, Mark and, Fernando hurried over as well, their expressions mirroring Seb’s concern.

Kimi leaned against Seb, his face twisted in pain.

“I’m fine. Just a little sore,” he groaned, trying to play it off.

Mark rolled his eyes, not buying it.

“Yeah, right. You’re about as convincing as a three-year-old trying to lie about stealing a cookie,” he said dryly.

Seb shot Mark a glare before turning his attention back to Kimi.

“Let me see,” he said, gently lifting up the back of Kimi's shirt to inspect his injury.

As Seb lifts up Kimi's shirt, he sees a large bruise forming on the small of Kimi's back, the skin red and inflamed.

“Ah, that looks painful,” Mark says, wincing as he sees the bruise.

Jenson and Fernando nod in agreement, their faces etched with concern.

“Come on, let's get you home” Mark says.

Kimi nods weakly, his face pale from the pain.

“Yeah, let’s go,” he mutters, trying to stand up. But as he tries to stand his legs buckle under him and he stumbles forward.

Seb quickly steadies him, looping an arm around his waist.

“Easy, mate. Let’s take it slow,” he says, supporting Kimi’s weight.

As they make their way back to the car, Kimi grimaces with each step, the pain flaring up with every movement.

Jenson and Fernando follow behind, watching with concern as Seb and Mark help Kimi.

Mark shakes his head as they reach the car, clearly annoyed.

“You just had to prove something, didn’t you?” he says, opening the car door for Kimi.

Kimi just grunts in response, too focused on the pain radiating from his back to come up with a snarky retort.

Seb helps him into the car, adjusting the seat so that Kimi is comfortable.

“Don’t be too hard on him, Mark. He was just trying to have some fun,” Seb says, trying to ease the tension.

“Oh and you're telling y/n what happened” Marks adds.

Kimi groans at the mention of Y/n.

“Ugh, can we just skip that part?” he mutters.

Seb chuckles, clearly amused by Kimi’s reluctance to tell you about the accident.

“Afraid your wife is gonna give you an earful?” he teases.

Mark,Jenson,Fernando and Kimi all exchanged looks before says “yes!”

Seb laughs, thoroughly enjoying their reactions.

“Oh please, it’s just a little back injury. I’m sure Y/n will understand,” he says, clearly underestimating the situation.

Jenson shakes his head, a knowing look on his face.

“Oh buddy, you have no idea what you’re getting into.”

Mark nods in agreement.

“Y/n won’t be happy about this. I mean, come on, Kimi. You’re not a young driver anymore. You have to be careful,” he says, his voice filled with concern.

Fernando chimes in.

“You’re lucky it wasn’t worse. You could have really hurt yourself,” he says, his expression serious.

Kimi groans again, knowing they’re all right.

“I know. I know. I just didn’t think it would end up like this,” he mutters, feeling guilty for worrying you.

Seb pats him on the shoulder.

“Hey, it’s okay. It was an accident. But you’re gonna have to face the music, pal,” he says, trying to lighten the mood.

Jenson nods in agreement.

“Yeah, you’ll just have to explain what happened and hope for the best,” he says, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Kimi sighs, knowing he has no way out of this.

“I guess you’re right. Let’s just get this over with,” he says, resignation in his voice.

As they arrive at Kimi's house, Kimi's anxiety grows. He knows he's in for it with you.

Seb and Mark help him out of the car, supporting his weight as they make their way to the front door.

Fernando and Jenson follow behind, still concerned about his injury. As they enter the house, Kimi’s heart sinks as he sees you sitting on the couch, reading a book. You look up as you hear the door open and your eyes widen in surprise as you see Kimi being supported by Seb, Mark, Fernando and Jenson.

“What happened?!” you exclaim, jumping up from the couch and rushing over to them.

Kimi looks at you sheepishly, feeling like a child who got caught doing something they weren’t supposed to.

“I uh...I had a little accident,” he mutters, avoiding your gaze.

Seb, Mark, Fernando and Jenson all step back, leaving Kimi to explain the situation. They exchange knowing glances, already bracing themselves for your reaction. You look at Kimi, anger and concern etched on your face.

“A little accident? What do you mean a little accident? You’re in pain, you can barely walk, and you have a massive bruise on your back!” you exclaim, your voice becoming louder with every word.

Kimi winces under your gaze, feeling like he’s been scolded by a teacher. "I know, I know. It wasn't supposed to go like this. It was just a fun ride, that's all, " Kimi tries to explain, his voice sounding small and meek.

Seb, Mark, Fernando and Jenson all stand there awkwardly, feeling like they're witnessing a couple's fight.

You shake your head in frustration, your hands on your hips.

"Just a fun ride? Oh, and I suppose that bruise on your back is just a temporary tattoo?!" you retorted, your eyes narrowing. Kimi rubs the back of his neck, feeling more and more like a child under your disapproving glare.

"I know it looks bad, but it’s not as bad as it looks," he says, trying to downplay the situation.

Seb, Mark, Fernando, and Jenson all inwardly cringe, knowing that he's only making things worse for himself.

They all watched as you sighed before saying “the important thing is that it doesn’t look major”

Kimi's eyes flick up at your words, a glimmer of hope in his gaze. He'd been expecting a worse reaction, so he's somewhat relieved by your calmer tone.

Mark, Seb, Jenson and Fernando all exchange glances, surprised that you're not chewing Kimi out like they thought you would.

“Let’s get you upstairs some grab the ice pack from the freezer and the heating pad from the hall closet” you said to the guys

Seb, Mark, Jenson and Fernando nod, understanding your instructions.

Seb dashes off to the kitchen to grab the ice pack, while Mark heads to the hall closet to retrieve the heating pad. Jenson follows behind Mark, feeling a sense of relief that the situation isn’t escalating.

After a few minutes, all four men return, each holding the items you requested. Seb returns with the ice pack, which he hands to you, while Mark gives you the heating pad. Jenson and Fernando stand there, waiting for further instructions.

Kimi remains there, looking sheepish and embarrassed, as if he had just been caught sneaking a cookie from the jar.

You take the items from the guys, giving them a small smile of appreciation.

You then turn your attention back to Kimi, looking at him with a stern but loving expression.

"Come on, let's get you settled upstairs," you say, gesturing towards the stairs. Kimi nods obediently, wincing slightly as he takes a step, the pain in his back flaring up again.

Seb, Mark, Jenson and Fernando all exchange looks, impressed by how well you're handling the situation. They follow behind you and Kimi as you make your way upstairs.

As you reach the bedroom, you help Kimi settle onto the bed, making sure he’s comfortable. Then, with practiced ease, you place the ice pack on his bruised back, trying to reduce the inflammation.

Seb, Mark, Jenson and Fernando all hover nearby, watching you with a mixture of curiosity and admiration. “Thank you for bringing him home guys but I can’t take it from here” you said looking at the four men who were standing in the doorway.

Seb, Mark, Jenson and Fernando nod in understanding.

"Of course, no problem," Sebastian says, giving you a small smile.

Mark pats Kimi on the shoulder, a sympathetic look on his face. "Take it easy, mate. We'll check in on you later," he says.

Jenson and Fernando nod in agreement, their expressions showing their concern. "Yeah, get some rest, Kimi," Jenson says.

Kimi gives them a weak smile, appreciating their support.

"Thanks, guys. I'll be fine. Just need some rest," he says, his voice betraying how tired he truly is.

Seb, Mark, Jenson and Fernando chuckle slightly. "We know you're a tough old man, but even tough old men need to rest sometimes," Mark teases.

Kimi glares at Mark playfully before grumbling, "Yeah, yeah, I know. Just get outta here"

Seb, Mark, Jenson and Fernando laugh, clearly amused by his attempt at being grumpy.

"Alright, we're going. You two behave now," Jenson teases, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Kimi rolls his eyes, but a hint of a smile forms on his lips.

"Yeah, we'll be fine. Thanks for your concern, lads," he mutters.

Seb, Mark, Jenson and Fernando all say their goodbyes and make their way out of the room, closing the door gently behind them.

Once they're gone, you and Kimi are left alone in silence. You focus on applying the ice pack to his back, making sure it's placed in the right spot.

Kimi watches you for a moment, grateful for your care.

"Thanks, love," he mumbles, his voice softer than usual. You look up at him, noticing the vulnerability in his expression.

"Of course, darling," you reply, a comforting smile on your face. "But next time, maybe stick to less dangerous activities, okay?"

Kimi huffs out a chuckle, his expression sheepish.

"Yeah, I guess I got a bit carried away, didn't I?" You nod, still holding the ice pack to his back.

"Just a bit. You're not a young driver anymore, you need to be careful," you say sternly, your tone betraying how much you worry about him.

Kimi winces a bit as the ice pack touches a particularly sore spot.

"I know, I know. I was just having some fun, that's all," he grumbles.

You shake your head, a playful smile on your lips.

"Fun is great, but not if it ends up with you hurting yourself like this," you say, gently chiding him.

Kimi sighs, knowing you're right.

"I know, I know. I should have been more careful," he mutters, wincing again as you apply more pressure with the ice pack. You pause for a moment, studying his face closely.

"You're lucky it's just a bruised back and not something more serious," you say, your voice filled with concern.

Kimi nods, feeling guilty for worrying you.

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry for scaring you like that," he says, his expression remorseful.

You soften your expression, your eyes filled with love and understanding.

"It's okay, I know you didn't mean it. Just...promise me you'll be more careful next time, okay? You're not invincible, no matter how much you like to think you are," you say, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Kimi chuckles weakly, looking up at you.

"Yeah, I know I'm not invincible. And I promise I'll be more careful from now on. No more showing off, I swear," he says, his expression sincere.

You smile at his promise, satisfied that he's taking this seriously.

"Good. I just want you to be safe," you say, gently removing the ice pack from his back.

Kimi sighs in relief as the coldness disappears, replaced by the feeling of your warm hand on his back.

"I know, and I appreciate it. I don't like worrying you like this," he mutters, his voice softer than before. You begin to gently massage his back, your fingers working to soothe the muscles under his skin.

"I know you don't. But accidents happen. Just promise me you'll be more careful in the future," you repeat, your tone still stern but filled with love.

Kimi nods, feeling the tension in his back slowly ease under your touch.

As you continue to massage his back, Kimi closes his eyes, completely relaxing under your touch.

"I promise, love. No more showing off. I'll be a good boy from now on," he mutters, a small smile on his face.

You chuckle at his words, amused by his choice of words.

"Good boy, huh? I like the sound of that."

You continue to massage his back, feeling a strong sense of affection for him.

The Guilty Plea

SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY x FEM!READER TASK FORCE 141 x FEM!READER

Traitors Among Us (Part 1) and Innocents Among You (Part 2)

Summary: As you're discharged from the infirmary, under watchful eye, you head to Laswell to talk on the rest of your now ruined military career. Of course, you're forced to confront your team as it happens, the last people on earth you'd like to see.

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Running your fingers along the raised, pink scar across you cheek, the feeling of it...it really looked terrible. A part of you thought it would disappear, hoped it would, but it didn't. It just became severely more noticeable. Looking at this, you knew you'd always have to think of it. You'd sport this reminder for the rest of your life.

Looking away from it, you find your own tired eyes in the mirror, you haven't been sleeping well. Or at all. You can't remember the last time you got 4 hours, let alone 8. Dark circles still surrounded them but at least the bruising and the swelling had gone down.

You couldn't recognize yourself. Not really.

This woman looked so exhausted, so frail and so goddamn angry. It was accurate, it was how you felt. All of it. So, you supposed that the mirror's reflection was the truth, this was you indeed.

"If you need another day or two, no one will ask questions."

You glance over towards your psychologist, your fucking therapist, a nice little 'gift' sent over by the bureau to check in on your mental state after your ordeal. Glaring at him through the reflection of your mirror, he sighs, putting down his pen that slaps against his notepad, "I can't help you if you don't talk to me."

"I'm going to Laswell." Ignoring his statement, you speak. "I'm ready. I'll pack up. Get back to base. Vera had me discharged from the infirmary. I can start ov--"

"Vera?"

"My nurse. You met her," you continued, annoyance spiking at the interruption. Your wrist brace squeaking quietly under the pressure of your fist tightening beneath the table.

"Right..."

"Do you listen to a word I say outside of...my 'trauma'?" You wonder, bluntly.

Your psychologist blinks, surprised, before clearing his throat, appalled. "If you feel I can be more attentive to your state of well-being throughout our process, than by all means--"

"Oh, so 'no'?" you lean back into your seat, a strained laugh leaving you. His lips press together and you continue before he can find the words. "Because whenever I mention leaving this fucking team, you either adjust our schedule for another two weeks or suggest hypnotic therapy, as if I need anyone else digging around to fuck up my mental state."

"I never meant to imply--"

"Oh, you implied it," you interrupted, gritting your teeth. "I know what I want. And I want off Task Force 141."

He taps at the leather of his notebook. "Scars heal, just remember that, Ms. (L/n). The reminders of your experience shouldn't have to haunt you."

"It's not the scars, I've had my share way before this," you admitted, rising to your feet. You exhale deeply that tells to the effort of it, the steel gear hinges along your leg braces shift with your change of position. Still getting use to them. "It's the person."

"Has she changed, you think?" the psychologist begins to write, getting somewhere.

"She doesn't exist anymore."

Finally, placing the mirror down and onto the side table, you pushed off of the table, rolling your IV pole along with you. Passing the chair your psychologist sits on, he closes his notebook with a frustrated huff, looking over his shoulder. "Session over for you already, Ms. (L/n)?" he sighs. "We've still got the hour."

"I'm done," you take the knob in your hand. Turning.

In more ways than one.

"You understand that, informing your captain on your leave is required of you. Have you spoken to any of them, in the last few weeks?" he spoke up, quickly. "I'm sure giving them a space to open up, share from their view--"

"Why should I care--"

"--will give you better understanding, better clarity of the situation they were in--

Appalled. "What the fuck?" Jamming the door closed with a loud, shuttering thud, you whip around. "IT'S NOT ABOUT THEM!" you could just rip your hair out. "Who--who says that to someone?!"

Your psychologist sits there, eyes wide in confusion. "What--"

"Christ, can you hear me? Can you--can you see me? I've got metal plates in my spine, braces holding my knees in place and nerve damage that'll never heal! Who gives a fuck about them!" your skin feels red hot, your face twisted in rage. "I gave my life! My life to this! And then I'm tortured, I'm threatened, drugged and beaten by my own team, my f--my family for eight fucking years..."

You continue with a heavy chest. "And I'm supposed to invite them for dinner to talk and listen them bitch and moan about why they thought it was necessary to beat me to death for two weeks?! Fuck you!" you spat. "I don't owe them anything!"

"That's not what I was trying to say, Ms. (L/N). I apologize, I overstepped. Come sit down--"

"Of course you meant it," you interrupted, mock humor. "Don't be a pussy, own up to it. Revel in your truth. Be tter yet--" you snatch a journal from the cabinet. Tossing it his way. "Make a note of it."

Turning the knob, you leave the room with a slam of the metal door.

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You were officially famous. On the base, you were now a legend.

A story that would be mentioned and told at lunch for months. Probably years.

First, you were a rat. Next, you were innocent. This was the most gossip any of those in service had ever seen in their years of service.

An interesting reminder to those in service that you weren't safe off duty either.

You learned a few days ago that there was an update put into the interrogational unit, something about how to properly go about dissecting evidence and being on the lookout for enemy spies in the militia.

You guessed you had been told about it in an effort to be appeased by the thought that the head of control paid attention to anything beyond their own noses for once. But, you had little to no faith in a system that's nearly killed you on and off the field by now, so it didn't matter.

You doubted the new rules would be followed though, there was a plethora of things they'd done to you in that cell that were both illegal and unsanctioned. Most of all, that were expected towards an enemy, a prisoner of war at best, and not a fellow marine.

You arrive at the housing quarters, swiping your key card, pulling the handle and entering the wing. Immediately, you're greeted by a dozen eyes, conversations stopping short and clothes ruffling to silence, suddenly whispers fill the space and eyes turn away.

"Oh, god, it's her..." says one man in the far corner.

"Shut the fuck up, man!" came a harsh whisper back.

"I didn't know it was that bad..."

All those eyes on you, makes you pause in your step, looking around at all of your fellow soldiers, the men and women you've served with for years. Many you recognized, ate with, fought beside that turned their backs to you now. Out of respect? Out of distaste, morale, nerves, pity, it all didn't matter. It all felt the same.

The wheels attached to your IV pole suddenly sounded much too loud on the polished flooring, as you walked down the hall as fast as you were able to.

Breathing out deeply, you get to an elevator, pushing on the button, once, twice, three times, just open goddamn it.

With a ding, the metal doors open, and suddenly you're aware that people could be in the elevator, they could be in this elevator, he could be in this elevator. Your eyes flicker down to the floor, your grip on the pole of your iv tightens, your shoulders stiffen, waiting for a blow that will never come.

You stand there as the doors open up, the small space empty, the metal walls reflect only her and a streak of lighting from the ceiling.

Looking up slowly, finally taking a breath, before sliding the iv up and onto the elevator, following it as you press your floor number along the way.

The ride up is fast, a little rumble as it stops, and then the doors open. Faster than you were prepared for.

Peeking out down the hallway, luckily no one to bump into, which you were thankful for. But, it didn't make this hall any less haunting. You'd been cornered in this same hall, you could recall being hauled out of the room after the solid handle of a knife hits your temple.

You don't go down fast enough, whipping around as you stumble to take the wrist of your attacker, mostly for balance, it's Price. In shock, you're unprepared as Johnny's arm encircle your neck, locking you into position as you both stumble backwards onto the floor. He blocks your airways, hushing you harshly as you struggle, feet kicking out and your vision blurring as your team surrounds you. Your family.

That was quite the headache to wakeup with afterwards.

You hadn't quite remembered until now. Being back served as a hell of a kickstart to your memory.

Just a few more reasons to get the fuck off of 141.

Getting off the elevators, the metal doors sliding closed behind you, you make your way down the hall. The polished flooring creates a subtle squeak through the wheels of your iv pole, your hand absently running over the fading stitches along your side.

Passing the shadows of your tortured memory, the doorway of the office was closed, locked.

You pass Kyle's room.

Johnny's.

Finally, you rush up to the next room on the left, grabbing the handle, before beginning to twist, but then you're yanking your hand back as if the metal had burned you. Your back ramming into the back wall, catching yourself, this wasn't your room.

It was Simon's.

You'd spent hours, days, in that room. More than your own.

Why wouldn't you? You were about to get married to the man. You had more in this room than you had in yours.

Sharp breaths leave you, shivering in your effort to keep yourself together, your head goes back into the wall, swallowing down the ache in your chest.

You wait, muscles tensed and your body pressing back into the wall, hoping it'd absorb you if that door opens. Listening for every sound, any pin drop, even an exhale from beyond that doorway. Luckily, Simon seemed to be out for the day.

Hurriedly, nearly running, you steady yourself against the wall as you rush down to the corner of the hallway, finally finding your room.

Turning the handle, it's not locked, it's broken. It opens with ease.

Entering the room slowly, pushing the doorway aside, the crackle of glass beneath your boots as you step forwards, clothes and picture frames laying scattered.

The mattress flipped and ripped open, springs and cotton cut from it. Your wall of metals and certificates, from acts of bravery and mementos of valor, discarded, later you'd find them in the trash, one with a bullet lodged into the gold.

Sniffling as you leaned down, picking a specific frame off the ground, the only one that hadn't been broken. Laying along the ruined rug, with no care for the glass digging through your jeans, you stare at the still shot of your family.

The only family you had outside of Task Force 141, your father and his sister, military brats themselves, until their retirement. Your mother had passed, or just up and left, days after your 5th birthday, you weren't completely sure, the story kept changing every year. But, these two were the only family you've ever known, ever had, until you joined the military, following in their footsteps.

They'd been so proud when you arrived back after your first assignment, in truth you were heavily traumatized, but seeing them, you just had to smile. Having a family that understood the harsh toll on the line of a trooper, now a lieutenant, it was always easier to bring your troubles to them. But, they were also military nuts so "suck it up" was also a quick go to answer from your aunt, while your father was the smoother talker.

They had met Simon, loved him, his rank, his love for you, his seriousness. They trusted him completely with your heart.

So, when he called them, after the evidence leaked...

They believed him.

"What're you talking about?" You took the handle of the chair in your grip, easing you down into it as your legs do weak at what you were hearing. "I didn't...I didn't do it, Dad."

"Do you know how humiliating and disappointing--how it felt to hear him say that to me, hm?" he says, static crackles on the reciever. "My daughter...my own flesh and blood...working with terrorists--"

"I'm not working with anyone! Are you-" you huff out a breath of disbelief. "Are you even listening to me? I've never betrayed the code. How can you think that way of me?"

For a moment, he's silent. "Alright, then," he began. "Than, what'd you do? huh?"

"What--what..."

"Oh, come on, (Y/n)!" your father yells. "What did you do?! What could they possibly have had on you that made you the most likely target? You had to have had done something, been somewhere, were with somebody you weren't supposed to be with! They didn't just get that information from anywhere."

"What the fuck--" Your expression twists with frustration and misery, running your hand through your hair, pulling at it. "I've sacrificed every part of myself for this job, for this team, what do I have to gain from throwing that all away? They send me everywhere, places you've never heard of, places you'll never hear about and people you'll never have to meet, because of me! Why would you just believe Simon? Why couldn't you just wait to talk to me?!"

Hearing your father scoff at your words was painful. "What reason do I have not to believe him? He knows you, maybe even better than any of us. Besides, he was going to be my son in law--"

"I'm your daughter! Fuck Simon, what about me? You'd believe him instead?"

He sighs. "Listen, you're upsetting Cass. We didn't expect your call. I gotta make this brief..."

"You're upset?" pulling at your hair, sucking in sharply. "I'm the one who's permanently fucking altered here. What do either of you have to be upset about?!"

"Watch your fucking mouth!" he seethes. The anger in his voice isn't new, but the way he spits it at you is. "You did this to yourself, I didn't. Maybe that's what your nightmares were about, am I right? Your guilt?"

Wiping the streaks of tears that had fallen down your face, lips quivering and chest aching with sobs you frustratedly shoved down. "Why don't you believe me?"

"I don't deserve the disgrace that will come with you as my kin, I've lived my part of this war. No daughter of mine should even be in this fucking position," your father spat, disgusted into the receiver. Suddenly, he was the cruel, bitter old man your mother had always known him to be, you wished she had stayed to at least remind you of that. Maybe it wouldn't have hurt as much. "You should be ashamed of yourself, but at least you got yourself out it. The least you could do for us."

"Well--what does that mean?" you spoke, quietly.

"Don't call again..."

"Dad, no--" you break this time, a sob escaping you.

"Me and your Aunt Cass..."

"Daddy please, don't do this--"

"..We've decided to cut ties. We're not taking any heat from this, you're on your own," he finishes, clearing his throat, waiting a moment, listening to the pleads and cries of his only daughter, his once pride. "You take care of yourself. Goodbye, kid."

"Why can't you just believe me? Why?!" you cried.

"Don't come to the house."

"No, no,--" the line goes dead. And staring down at your phone, his caller id going blank and the call disconnecting.

Your phone all of a sudden feels heavy, the device and your hand falling down to your thigh, before the phone slips out of your grip and onto the floor. You sit there silently, until your tears drop up and even after.

Staring at the photo now was haunting in its own way, it was just another painful reminder.

Using the bed frame to stand to your feet, your grip on the frame is painful as you squeeze it, the glass cracks audibly.

"Bonnie..."

Whipping around at the sound of John MacTavish's voice, you back up a few steps at the sight of him, your back hitting the edge of your desk.

He reaches out as you stumble, before his fingers curl back into his palm as you find your balance, his hands receding back to his sides. He doesn't enter the room, just lingering just beyond the doorway, his eyes flickering around the room, guiltily.

"I didn't know--we didn't know you were out," he speaks quietly, as opposed prideful personality that translated into his voice usually.

You say nothing.

In the dark, your eyes are wide and your shoulders are tensed up, he can see the glint of your leg braces, the iv pole at the side, the scar beneath your eye. You looked terrified to see him.

"We were coming back to clean up today, just got back from...from a mission..." he stutters on his words, shifting his feet.

"It's been a week."

His lips press together hearing your voice. "I know..." Johnny glances around at the room he'd let those officers destroy, it hadn't been them, but they might as well had done it. "I know...we just...didn't know it was so bad."

"Really?" your voice is mockingly sweet, drawing out the word. "You didn't know? Well look..." you hold up your family photo, the light in the hallway catching on the glass. "You missed one."

Your hand dropping, the heavy frame comes down just as fast, ramming into the ground, the glass practically exploding on impact.

Johnny flinches, the photo of your family...He looks back to you, surprised. "Bonnie..."

Snatching the next closest thing from your desk, a ceramic cup. "Oh, wow, can't believe you guys missed this one," you chuck it into the wall. It breaks on impact, the remains scatter along the flipped mattress and onto the floor. "That used to be my favorite mug by the way."

The Scotsman worriedly steps forwards, 'Lass, I'm sorry--"

"FUCK YOU!" you spat, coming into the light. You're sure you look deranged, and you didn't care. You could've wrapped your hands around his throat, killed him right on the floor and you wouldn't have blinked. "It doesn't mean anything! 'I'm sorry', 'I'm sorry', 'I'm sorry', over and over and over again! As if you shouldn't be! Your apologies mean fuck all."

"I know...I know," he breathes. "But, I've gotta say it anyway, bonnie. I should've believed you, there was no reason not to. I know that now. I just--"

"Believe me!" you cut him off with a yell. "Trust me! Fucking 'HELP ME'!" you screamed with the same fever as your days in the interrogation room, that terrible cell, the cold, the burn and pain. "I cried it all to you, to all of you, and nobody came. Nobody came for me," you breathe in sharply. "It doesn't matter what you should've done. You didn't do it!"

Johnny's eyes are red, he opens his mouth, closes it and then swallows down whatever chokes him up as he looks at you. "I should've came for you. I wish I did. I wanted to, Bonnie..." he steps forwards, and you recede back away from him, your eyes narrowed with violence. "I'll never forgive myself for not listening to you. For not coming to help you. For laying a hand on you. I'm so sorry, (Y/n). I'm sorry..."

I'll never forgive myself... "That makes two of us," you assured.

Johnny's eyes widen, before they close, his guilt ever consuming. He can't help but understand, to respect your decision, to know things can never be ok again. "(Y/n)...."

Grabbing hold of the nearest thing, a pencil cup, you hurl it at Johnny. He doesn't put his hands up, flinching as it hits him, the metal clinking against his kevlar, eyes closing then opening, he stands still. "I don't forgive. I don't accept your apology. I don't fucking care about it!" with each sentence you throw something else his way, a broken frame, the trash bin, a pillow, the CD player.

His hand has to come up for the knife you unsheathe, a memento from one of your missions, it's rusted, ancient probably. But, you hadn't given it up to a museum or to pawn, you had nearly died on this mission, saving Johnny ironically. You had to keep it.

Seeing the weapon, his defensive position is instinctive but his hands drop just as fast, he understands, you need this. You deserve this. "If you need to..." he speaks. Your eyes flicker up to him, away from the knife. "If you need to, I get it..."

And you need to. You really fucking do.

Your grip on the knife is dangerously hard, it hurts.

Looking at Johnny, he'd been your brother in more than a few ways on and off the field, he had been your comfort, your friend, your family. You had bled with him, held onto him as he carried you from the battlefield, joked, laughed, screamed and cried. You've loved him for years.

He'd had a rough few nights you could see that. He was quieter, reserved. Almost as terrified to see you, as you had been of him.

And you could kill him right now and never bat an eye.

And so, throwing that knife was so fucking easy.

Johnny's eyes close as you do just that, fists clenching and teeth biting down on his tongue to prepare for the pain.

The ancient weapon whiz's through the air, the sound is sharp and he knows it will cut through him like butter.

The thud rings in the room, and Johnny's eyes blow open wide, holding his breath as he collapses to his knees, before turning to you.

You dig into the pile of clothes that had been cast aside, a pair of sneakers and a new shirt. You don't look at him a single time as you take it all, stuffing them in a bag, and leaving the room, passing him completely, a limp in your step.

Johnny releases a pained breath, tears finally leaving him as he looks up, the knife lodged into the frame of the doorway, just barely missing him. The sleeve of his uniform ripped open.

He sits there in the quiet, destroyed room. A testimony to the relationship he's destroyed between you.

Part 4 coming soon!