Pet Puppy

"Believe me"

Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!Reader

A/n: I would want you to read the warnings before you proceed to read, SA is a heavy topic and it may be uncomfortable for some Readers which I completely understand. Credits for dividers to @cafekitsune

Word count: 2,1k

Summary: the only person that you thought would trust you, didn't.

Warnings: angst!, mentions of SA, mentions of r@pe, comfort at the end 

You were sitting on your bed, hugging your knees to your chest. You felt incredibly empty… and dirty. You had no energy to cry, it was like all the tears were dry. It was painfully slow and yet, it happened so quickly. The memories of yesterday’s night replaying in your head. You had to relive it again and again because your mind wouldn't let you stop. You were thinking of what you could have done differently, of what you could do to prevent that from happening. It didn't make sense, you weren't the one to blame yet it seemed like your own mind wanted to torture you… with memories and what ifs. You just wanted to feel alive again, not like a shell. You felt empty like something was taken from you. 

The door swung open, and Simon practically ran into your room. You looked at him with your eyes filled with tears, he seemed furious… Did he know already? You stood up, despite your body aching. Everything hurts, everything. Every fiber of your being, every single part of your body, your mind, your soul… everything hurts. It was like an illness, a poison… slowly killing you.

“Simon-” you began but he didn't let you finish.

“You thought I wouldn't find out? That you cheated on me like a fucking slut?” Your eyes widened at his harsh tone. He had never spoken to you like that. 

“What are you talking about? I would never do that,” but Simon didn't want to listen. You could tell by his eyes that he was overwhelmed by rage.

“Don’t try to play dumb, Y/n. I let you in, do you understand? I never let people in. I don't allow people to get close to me and yet, I allowed you and what did you do? Cheated on me. I should have seen it coming, huh? Did you even join the military to serve the country or to serve your cunt to other soldiers?” His words hurt deeply, reopening your wounds. You couldn't hold back your tears, they were streaming down your cheeks now. 

“Simon, just listen to me. I would have never done this to you, I wouldn't” you tried to calm him down. You have seen him act so furious before, but never towards you. You were the most precious person in his life, he would never hurt you… 

“Listen to you?” He grabbed your collar. You flinched, you didn't want to be touched. He was your Simon but it didn't matter, you were scared of someone touching you like this, so suddenly. “Look at your neck, all covered with marks,” he spat. You didn't want to look, you knew perfectly well how it looked. The images of your body were already haunting you, you didn't want to look at it now. “You won't look, huh? Why? Are you ashamed of being a slut? Shouldn't have done that,” he let go of you. You fell to your knees with a whine. Your whole body was hurting so fucking much, and not only your body. Your heart… your soul. He was your partner, why couldn't he believe you? You just wanted him to listen, to understand, to… believe. 

“Please, listen to me” You were on the edge of breaking down. You didn't stand up from your knees, you were too weak for that. Tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Are you going to tell me that it's not what I think? That you didn't fuck some motherfucker?” You sobbed quietly, trying to hold it back. Simon’s gaze seemed to soften… The door opened and your eyes widened. You didn't expect Johnny to be back so quickly. 

“I'm back,” Soap looked at you and Ghost clearly confused, he didn't know what happened here. 

 “Him? Are you fucking kidding me? You fucked Soap?” Ghost rushed to Johnny and grabbed his neck, not giving any of you a chance to explain. Simon felt like he could kill Johnny right here right now. The betrayal sting, his girlfriend and his fucking friend hooked up. 

“No, will you listen to me? Please,” you sob, unable to hold it back. The emotions you were trying so hard to keep inside were getting out. Simon’s grip on Johnny’s neck tightened, and Johnny couldn't breathe. It was too much for you, you ran out of your room without holding back. You felt pathetic for not helping Johnny but you had no energy to do so. You were drained, like someone sucked the life out of you. You ran to the only safe place that you knew. Soap finally pushed Ghost away, breathing heavily as he was able to catch his breath. 

“Calm down. It really wasn't like that,” Johnny was trying to keep his tone calm, he didn't want to anger Simon even more.

“Calm down? Are you fucking serious? You banged my…” he hesitated. “... girlfriend and expect me to believe in any word coming out of your traitorous mouth?” Simon shook his head before rushing at Johnny again. He pressed him against the wall, and the back of Soap’s head hit the wall hard.

“She was raped,” Johnny finally said it. At first, Ghost couldn't believe it but the longer he was looking into Johnny’s eyes… he realized. Simon let go of Johnny immediately, his eyes wide with shock, tearing up a little.

“How? W-where?” Ghost needed to know, he needed to know how to comfort you. Soap nodded slowly, at least relieved that Simon believed.

“Yesterday when she was coming back from the store with snacks. It seemed like the attack wasn't planned,” Johnny explained, trying to be gentle. Simon froze, yesterday he thought that you didn't come to watch the movies with him because you were with someone else… he was so wrong. Simon’s eyes teared up, he leaned against the wall, overwhelmed. Ghost couldn't believe this. He couldn't believe that he failed to protect you. The one person that he loved and cherished. Simon didn't know what to do, he knew that he fucked up… he was going to kill that bastard but first, he needed to find you. Simon needed to fix it, he didn't mean to break you more. He was running around the base for a while until he realized, you wanted to feel safe. So he went to the only place you would feel like it. You were there, sitting on the rooftop. It was your comfort space… yours and Simon’s. Ghost approached slowly, but as you noticed him your eyes filled up with tears and you began to tremble. It was killing him, the sight of you being afraid… of him. You didn't want to be touched, not after he yelled at you so much.

“It's me, darling. It's me, alright? It's me Simon, your Si…” Simon took off his mask. He rarely does that, he just wasn't comfortable with people seeing his face, but you were the love of his fucked up life, and he wanted you to know how much he valued you. Ghost had trust issues, he couldn't believe that someone so pure and loving like you would ever choose him to become your partner. Simon felt like it was too beautiful so he ruined it. He had trust issues, but he should have never doubted you. Simon didn't deserve you, he knew that much. “I'm so sorry,” he got on his knees. You didn't move, trying to hold your tears back. “I know I'm a fucking moron. I couldn't believe that someone like you would love someone like me so it was… it was easier for me to believe that your love for me wasn't true, that you cheated,” his eyes watered. You have never seen Simon cry. He was opening to you a lot, but he had never cried. “I know nothing I will say would make it better but if I could go back in time and handle this situation differently… I fucking would. You deserve the world, y/n. I'm sorry that I didn't believe you, I was blinded by rage and my own trauma, and I failed to notice how much I hurt you. I failed to notice… I was selfish and I'm so sorry,” Simon Riley was on his knees, crying, in front of you. Slowly, unsure, you moved your hand towards him and wiped his cheek. It was the first time you had seen him cry, but it was the worst view you had ever seen. His eyes were full of emotions, you could see how fragile he was, the regret and shame burning him alive.

“I just wanted you to believe me, that's all I wanted,” you sob quietly. Simon clenched his jaw, he was furious at himself. How could he hurt a beautiful angel like you? You were his whole world, how could he not trust you?

“I know, I'm so fucking sorry. I will never make that mistake again. Do you hear me, Y/n? I will never doubt you again. You are the most important person in my life. Many people betrayed me but I should have known better, I should have known that you would never do that,” he was falling apart before you. You were conflicted, he hurt you, he really did… but both of you were broken. Simon failed you in your worst time, but he was here now.

“I’m… broken now, Simon. You don't want me now, I'm dirty,” there it was again. The voices in your head that you were ruined forever, for anyone. That Simon wouldn't want you, how could he want you? You were used by someone else. His eyes widened.

“May I… touch you?” You didn't know. You weren't sure if you had it in you, but it was your Simon. You were scared, but you nodded. Simon very slowly stood up and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, your head pressed against his chest… His scent was so comforting. Simon was giving you the warmth that you needed these past few hours. Your tears were soaking his shirt but he didn't care, caressing your back softly.

“You are the most beautiful and innocent thing I have ever met, nothing will change that. Especially not some bastard. You may think that you are broken but it's not true, you are here. You are here with me, I believe you, Y/n. I believe you like I should from the beginning. I'm not leaving you, I will never leave you. You are the love of my life,” and despite the chaos in your mind and your soul. You knew that he wasn't going to leave you. Ghost had many flaws, but he loved you. He was already forming a plan in his head about how he would torture the bastard that dared to touch you, he was going to make him scream and beg for death, but Simon wouldn't kill him so easily. Simon was going to make him suffer and humiliate him before killing him for good. Ghost would do anything for you, he wanted to reward you for being so fucking blinded by his rage and trust issues. “I love you, princess. If you consider yourself as broken, then we are like puzzles. Two broken pieces perfectly fitting to each other… well the other piece is sometimes dumb, but happy that you chose to put up with his shit. I love you, Y/n” his tears streaming down on your head. He pulled you closer, Simon didn't want to let you go, ever.

“I love you too, Si… but please, never treat me like that again. My heart can't stand you… being cruel to me,” you whisper. You were afraid that he was going to do something like that someday.

“Never, I promise,” he kissed your forehead, caressing your back, trying to soothe you.

“I believe you,” you said the words that you wanted to hear from him from the start. Ghost began to thank you, his tears continuing to stream down his cheek. You knew the road ahead both of you wasn't going to be easy, but you knew that as long as you both had each other you could make it work. Because now, Ghost will always believe you, even when you don't believe in yourself. 

a small celebration or a variation of the bite-sized fics or dani's 2k celebration

2k is kinda crazy considering i've been pretty much dead on this blog, but regardless thank you. i know that i haven't been as active as i once was, but i still appreciate all the love on the little things i've managed to post here and there. as a token of my gratitude, i am going to attempt at a celly. please be patient with me because i am in fact working full time and am still trying to manage my time between my real life and this blog. i hope that you enjoy, and once again– thank you so much.

kickback? its bite-sized: three-ish sentence stories. maybe a little more than that– but this time it's in the frat au

how can i join? send in a driver + scenario (i.e trope, genre, dialogue, setting), nothing less, nothing more. (more guidelines below the cut!)

── example: lando norris and situationship or lando norris + beer pong

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open from aug 27 - sept 1

house rules

-> prompts! i've provided prompts, but feel free to send in whatever ideas you might have, and i will do my best to bring your vision to life.

-> use the member list! i only write for certain members at the moment, so if you send in a name not on the list below, i will delete your request.

-> this is frat au specific... in an effort to give myself more structure, i have limited the reqs for this celly to my frat universe. you can find some lore and some stuff i've written here.

-> just a quick note... i reserve the right to bend and twist and reword prompts sent in as i see fit to better fit whatever idea i have in mind

member list

charles leclerc • carlos sainz jr •  alex albon • max verstappen •  lando norris • mick schumacher • oscar piastri • jack doohan

prompts

angst ⌗ ⌗ ⌗ ⌗ fluff ⌗ ⌗ ⌗ ⌗ misc ⌗ ⌗ ⌗

just one more thing...

i just wanna say a very big thank you to every single person i've interacted with on this app, and every single person who has given my blog and my posts some love. every like, reblog, reply, and ask is so appreciated. thank you to my moots for listening to me yap at random, for all the moments spent brainrotting and being delusional. whether we've talked a million times or once in passing, thank you.

of course, a special shoutout to my core four @formulaforza @thebearchives @ricc3rodeo @schuvries for the friendship. you are my favorite people and im so happy that this sport and this stupid site brought yall into my life. i love you all so dearly.

thank you all for 2k. smooches x

saccharine - the saloon

saccharine - aka; cowgirl!reader who teases the shit out of him x billy who 'hates' you, or so he says.

this can be read standalone!

cw; nsfw mentions, mention of piss/piss kink

The saloon is far busier than usual, but the crowd made for an exciting time in your eyes. Something was bound to happen and you wanted a front-row seat to it. 

Billy and the rest of your friends had gathered around the poker table while you leaned against the wooden bar counter, sipping on your strong drink and surveying. 

This was a new town. New faces. New excitement, it’s practically written all over your face, you have to shake your head clear. You down the rest of your drink and tap the rim, the bartender easily pouring some more.

But nothing of note was happening. Yet, you remind yourself, before settling your gaze on Billy. He had slipped off his heavy green coat and draped it over the back of his chair, leisurely sat with cards in his hands and a bottle in front of him. Your eyes trailed the length of him, from his broad shoulders to his meaty thigh, his boot that's idly tapping on the floor.

Idiot, you think, that's his fucking giveaway. He's nervous about his cards. And in just ten more seconds, you see him fold, sipping to his bottle in defeat. As he takes the swig, your eyes follow his neck. It takes a lot of force to pull your gaze away, wondering how the hell his neck looks so soft.

When he brings his bottle down, you look back. The bottle rests against his thigh, his other hand catching at the top of his gun belt. Billy pulls at it to adjust it, his legs spreading more comfortably.

It takes everything in your power not to go over there and tease him for the way he's sat. You think about it. He hasn't been too annoyed with you as of late. Still the occasional glare. Still the occasional commanding tone he has when he asks you to quit it. But it was still less. And that felt like ample enough reason to give into the little itch in your brain to mess with him.

You push yourself off the bar, but your thoughts are completely deterred by the sound of glass breaking.

In a flash, two very drunken men are brawling, throwing sloppy fists while the bartender yells for them to cut it out.

The rest of the patrons are rowdy though. This is what you hoped for if you were being honest with yourself. You could never pass up watching a good fight, and they're drunk? Fuck, even better. You stay in your spot, sipping on your drink and laughing as they tumble to the ground.

The bartender gestures to two guys near him to get the two to stop, but they're moving slow. Reluctant.

Perfect. The guys fighting somehow get to their feet and the taller one slams his fist into the shorter one's jaw, sending a chorus of noise over the room. You sip your drink, so thoroughly amused, you've almost forgotten about your plan with Billy.

When another punch lands to the shorter one's jaw, he stumbles back with more force right towards you. You're about to react, when you feel hands on your waist, tugging you right back and out of the way.

You let out a, "oof," as you're pulled back into the man's lap. A smile rises to your lips. Why did he have a distinct smell? You tilt your head back on the man's shoulder. "Hey there, Bonney."

"Yeah," he replies, very unamused but his hands keep their very tight grip on you.

The two men have been pulled apart by now and you sigh, leaning your head back again, "You know I definitely could have moved out of the way."

"It was a reflex that 'm regretting," he says, but he still does not let go of you.

"Uh huh," you reply and decide not to question it. You had his comfy lap and your drink in hand, what's not to love?

"Oh, by the way," you start and Billy adjusts you in his lap so you're not as slouched, but your back is still to him.

"By the way. You sit very wide."

A pause. Like you expected form him. You swirl your glass, then sip, the glass already almost done.

"Wide?"

You nod and finish the rest of your drink, "Mhm. Wide. Are you compensating for something?"

A quick image runs through your mind which dispels any actual proof he's compensating. In fact he has a very big reason to spread his legs the way he does. You've seen it. Not that you meant to. But your mouth is quiet.

Billy scoffs, his grip tightening, "I was sittin'. That's all I was doin'."

For added effect, he flicks your wrist and you jab your elbow back against his stomach. He clears his throat at it, and although you're not looking at his face, you know he rolled his eyes.

"Let me up, gotta refill my drink," you tap the bottom of your glass to his thigh and Billy hums, "No, you already had two, need you coherent enough to ride your horse, dumbass."

"How do you know I had two? Were you watching me?"

He's quiet.

"Oh my god. Bonney! You fuckin' perv," you mutters, tapping your glass to him again.

"'M not...you...shut your mouth. Please." Billy lets out a heavy breath and does not loosen his hold at all. If you really tried to get free, you knew you could, but part of you did not want to even try.

"Just let me up, then I'll be quiet," you reason with him but Billy keeps his firm hold.

"No," is all he says and you dramatically groan at him, then your words spill out before you can stop yourself, "Well maybe I'll piss on you. You'll let go then."

Billy snorts, "holy shit," he mutters, completely baffled by your words, and he leans down, his lips just ghosting over the top of your ear, "that's what you're going to do....right here? In this place? Mhm, sure you will."

He knows you won't but now you've amused him. It both creates a twinge of annoyance within you and a flutter in your heart. You just had to play this better than him.

"I will if that's what it takes," you say back to him, keeping the conviction in your voice, but his slightly chapped lips brushing to your ear does not help your breathing remain normal.

"Yeah? You gonna piss all over me, cowgirl?" His words are whispered, Billy's hot breath hitting to your ear, almost making you shudder. Why did he have to say it like that, you don't know. Well you do, but fuck that, you wanted to win this. But your cheeks feel hot and a thrumming inside of you heats up, you have to resist the urge to move your hips against him. Your mind flashes with how pissing all over him would even go. Would he like it? Is that why he said it like that? Or is he just teasing? Why are his lips to your ear? Why is-

"You still here, cowgirl?" He whispers still, holding back a chuckle, but you know he's smiling.

"Fuck off," is all you can muster, a grumble, a pitiful excuse for a comeback that he actually chuckles at.

Billy's already decided his victory. "Yeah, thought so," Billy mumbles, patting your hip before holding it again. "Don't drink anymore," he repeats.

"Fine. But you didn't win."

"I think I did. Are you into piss?" Billy means it as a jest, but when you're quiet for a second too long, he shakes his head, "Don't answer that."

You elbow him again and go to grab his bottle, but he swipes it just in time, putting it to the ground and wrapping his arms around you so you're really held to him.

The rest of the night, you're quiet with one another, watching his hands extensively as he plays a few more rounds of poker, before he finally nudges you off of his lap, the gang making their way back outside to your horses.

Billy watches you greet yours, then he locks eyes with some random drunk patrons also leaving the saloon, taking long looks at you, trailing your figure. So right as you go to hop up over your saddle, he comes up, holding his hat over your backside, blocking you with his body from the view of the other men leaving.

Billy gives you one of his own long glances though, watching you settle, before he gets up on his horse, staying close to you, but not close enough you could call him out for it. Or maybe he wants to hear you call him out for it.

Billy trots his horse forward until he's right next to you.

Daniel making Lando squidgy and giggly I'll never get over it

Marry You

Lorenzo Alleno x reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: talks of marriage, bad driving 

Author’s Note: i just love this movie, it’s so freaking good. I wrote this as I rewatched and it’s just as good as I remember 

Summary: you hitch a ride on the bus 

Genre: fluff

Song: streets of the bronx by bells and string orchestra 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

(not my gif)

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Mexican GP '24 // Over-the-line radio (1/?)

Ricky: "Yes, this is masterclass, Carlos. Dominant weekend. Un mastino." Carlos: *emotional* Ricky: (emotion in his voice) "Good job." Carlos: "Yes! Yes!"

You all right? Did I hurt you?

MEAN STREETS (1973) dir. Martin Scorsese

sleepy girl chronicles | lando norris x fem! reader

summary; in which half of lando.jpg’s posts is just his sleepy girlfriend ( in the most random places )

fc; various girls on pinterest

warnings; suggestive comment, cursing

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03

note; requested ! wasn’t sure if this was meant to be smau or written so i just did smau :)

masterlist !

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lando.jpg: the most normal places y/n has been found sleeping in

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: LANDO NORRRIS??

yourusername: FUCK YOUUU😭😭

landonorris: you already did last night how do u think i got the last picture ??

georgerussell63: ENOUGHHHHHHH

yourusername: omg i don’t sleep that often do i??

landonorris: well….

username: LANDOS REPLY???😭😭

username: she’s so real 4 that tho🚶‍♀️

username: the eye mask and teddy bear she’s js like me fr

lilymhe: my sweet angel gorgeous bby taking naps👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

yourusername: wanna be my pillow 😼

lilymhe: is the sky blue? YES

landonorris: don’t take MY pillow away from me, back off lily 🤺🤺

alex_albon: back off from my gf🤺🤺

username: oh to sleep on an lv pillow w an lv blanket 😞

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lando.jpg: the sleepy girl chronicles pt. ( i lost track ); y/n falling asleep on max’s couch and less than an hour later is found in his guest room w jimmy, also fell asleep at dinner ??

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: i am just a girl😞😞

landonorris: a sleepy one

yourusername: jimmy💓

landonorris: no, lando 💓

yourusername: no way ur jealous of a cat lando

landonorris: why is he hogging MY woman😒

username: LMAOAOSKAKS

username: stoppp the cat pic is adorable

maxverstappen1: so that’s where jimmy went that night….

yourusername: he’s a sweet boy😞😞💞

landonorris: i don’t have claws and i don’t bite im sweeter

yourusername: LANDOANSKSS

username: anemic girlies rise ✊

username: the picture of her sleeping at a restaurant sends meee😭😭

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yourusername: sleepy girl chronicles but it’s lando being grumpy i had to wake him up before qualifying + lando getting caught trying to take a nap after making fun of me for napping😁😁😁

tagged; landonorris

landonorris: sue me 🙄 you make naps look comfy especially on the plane🫤

yourusername: then stop making fun of me😞

landonorris: not my fault u sleep at any chance you get no matter where 😔

landonorris: ‘lately i feel like this’ u feel like that all the time now c’mere

yourusername: OMWWWWW

username: why does he look so grumpy i😭😭

username: it’s tough being a sleepy girl in this wrld 😞😞😞

username: the last pic 😭 i just know he laughed so hard at being caught that he teared up🤣

lilymhe: but ur the best sleepy girl

yourusername: ur the best girl

landonorris: too bad she’s going to nap on me rn

alex_albon: ??!!2@;928:&

username: sleepy girl chronicles goes on!!!