#and i just remembered it and omg my heart

[paddockletters]

shattered hearts | lando norris

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: you break free from a toxic relationship, embarking on an exhilarating journey of self-discovery

warning: emotional abuse, infidelity, toxic relationship, angst

author's note:this was hard, so hard omg... as I always say, english is not my first language so sorry me if there are mistakes —feel free to tell me— and my requests are open!👀

I met Lando when we were barely out of high school. Back then, he was just a kid with dreams and a mischievous smile that made you feel like you were the only one in the world that mattered. For a while, I believed that was true. But as the years went by, I learned that Lando's smile wasn’t mine alone—it was shared with others, stolen moments behind my back. And somehow, I was always the one left picking up the pieces.

Our relationship was a whirlwind, the couple everyone thought would either crash or last forever. We did crash—over and over again. But somehow, Lando always found a way to convince me to come back.

“I’m sorry,” he’d say, voice low and pleading after one of his inevitable affairs. “But you know you’re my number one, right? None of them matter like you do.”

He’d wrap his arms around me, pull me close, and somehow, I’d believe him. I had to because after eight years of being with him, I didn’t know who I was without him.

The first time he cheated, I was devastated. It was in his early F1 days, just as his fame started to sink in. He swore it was a one-time thing that it didn’t mean anything. And like a fool, I believed him. But it didn’t stop. It never stopped. There was always another girl, another excuse, another lie wrapped up in the promise that I was still the "main one."

One particular night, I remember the argument that nearly broke us for good. Lando had been out late, and I found out through a mutual friend that he had been seen with another girl. Again. When he came home, reeking of alcohol and guilt, I confronted him.

“You said you were going to change, Lando!” I yelled, tears streaming down my face. “You promised me, over and over again, but nothing ever changes!”

“Why are you making such a big deal out of this? You always come back. You always forgive me,” he shot back, arms crossed, his face a mask of irritation.

His words stung like a slap to the face. I wanted to scream, to leave right then and there. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Because a part of me still loved him, or maybe it was the idea of him—the boy I met before the fame, before the lies.

As the years rolled on, our friends saw the cracks. One night during a get-together at a bar, I tried to put on a brave face. I thought maybe if I acted normal, I could convince myself everything was fine. But when Jess pulled me aside, her expression serious, I knew I couldn’t hide anymore.

“Why do you keep letting him treat you like this?” she asked, frustration evident in her voice. “You deserve so much better, and he’s just going to keep doing this until you realize it.”

“Maybe he’ll change. I can’t just throw away eight years,” I replied defensively. “We have a history.”

“You mean a history of him cheating on you? You have to stop putting up with this, or you’re going to lose yourself,” she insisted, shaking her head.

I didn’t have an answer for her, not really. I just wanted to believe that things would get better. That Lando would see how much I cared and finally choose me over everyone else.

Our mutual friends began to pick sides. Some supported me, while others were loyal to Lando. It was suffocating, a constant tug-of-war that made everything feel so much worse. I felt more isolated than ever, even when surrounded by people.

Then there was the jealousy. Lando was incredibly possessive, especially with his fellow drivers. During one race weekend, I was talking to Charles, who had just finished his session. Lando walked in, and his eyes darkened.

“Why are you always chatting up the other drivers?” he snapped, pulling me aside as Charles walked away, giving us a questioning look.

“Because they’re my friends, Lando! Just because you’re in F1 doesn’t mean I can’t talk to anyone else. You’re not my warden,” I shot back, feeling the anger rise in my chest.

“Don’t act like I’m overreacting. You know how it looks,” he hissed, jaw clenched, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

I knew he was being unreasonable, but I was too exhausted to fight back. Our friends watched the tension build, hoping to intervene. I overheard Max once whisper to Lando.

“You need to chill, mate. You’re pushing her away.”

But Lando always had an excuse for everything, often deflecting blame onto me.

“You just don’t understand how this world works!” he’d shout, leaving me feeling small and defeated.

The cycle continued, and I found myself in the same painful arguments over and over. One night, after he came home late from a party, I had finally reached my breaking point.

“Do you even care about how I feel?” I shouted, my voice echoing through our apartment. “You’re always out with other girls! How am I supposed to trust you?”

“I told you, you’re the main one! None of them matter!” he retorted, but his words felt hollow to me.

We spent that night in silence, and I knew I had to make a decision. I just didn’t know how to let go.

The more time passed, the more I began to distance myself from Lando. Therapy helped. I began to see the truth behind his words and actions. The way he manipulated me, made me feel guilty for his mistakes. The way he made it seem like I was the one at fault for staying, like I was to blame for the pain he caused me.

During one therapy session, I shared my frustrations.

“I don’t know why I keep coming back to him. He’s hurt me so many times, and I just can’t let go.”

The therapist asked me one simple question: “Do you love him, or are you just scared of being without him?”

It hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn’t know the answer.

One evening after another brutal fight, I finally left. For good this time. I packed my bags while he watched, silent for once. Maybe he thought I’d come back, just like I always did. But this time was different. I walked out the door, leaving behind eight years of memories, both good and bad.

The nights were long and lonely, and I often found myself thinking about the happy moments we had. One flashback struck me particularly hard: it was the first time he had taken me to the paddock during a race weekend, and we laughed like kids as he showed me around.

“Can you believe this is my life now?” he had said, beaming with pride. “I never would have thought I’d be racing in F1.”

“I always knew you could do it,” I replied, squeezing his hand.

But now, those memories felt tainted, and I needed to focus on myself. It wasn’t easy. There were nights I cried myself to sleep, wondering if I had made the right decision. But with time, and with the help of my therapist, I started to heal. I began to see that I deserved better, that I deserved someone who would love me the way I had always wanted Lando to.

One evening, after finally leaving Lando for good, I found myself at a racing event with friends. It was a chance to distract myself from the whirlwind of emotions I was navigating. As I wandered through the paddock, I was drawn to the sound of laughter.

“Are you lost, or just overwhelmed by all this?” a smooth voice asked. I turned to see Pato O'Ward, the charming IndyCar driver, grinning at me. His eyes sparkled with warmth, and for the first time in a long time, I felt a flicker of something hopeful.

“I guess a little bit of both,” I replied, smiling back.

“Come on, I’ll show you around,” he offered, his energy contagious. As we walked through the paddock, he shared stories about his racing experiences and the thrill of competing. It felt so refreshing to be around someone who was passionate and genuine, without the weight of expectations or drama.

Days turned into weeks, and I found myself spending more time with Pato. He was everything I had needed—funny, respectful, and utterly devoted. He listened to me, understood my past, and never once made me feel like I was in a competition for his attention.

One night, after a thrilling race, he took me to a quiet spot overlooking the track. “You know,” he said, “I’ve been thinking a lot about how important it is to find someone who truly sees you. I see you, and I want to be that person.”

His words resonated deep within me, filling the void Lando had left. In that moment, I knew I had found something special with Pato, something I had longed for but never thought I could have.

Meanwhile, Lando had his own set of problems. He was still juggling relationships, using his charm to keep people around while juggling jealousy over his fellow drivers. I heard from our mutual friends that he was still stuck in the same toxic patterns, always in and out of relationships, always claiming that I was the one who got away.

I remember a race weekend when Charles and Lando got into an argument. I was watching from the sidelines with Pato when Charles approached me, concern etched on his face.

“Are you okay? I know things with Lando have been… complicated,” he said, his gaze shifting to Lando, who was across the paddock, still fuming.

“I’m fine, really. I’ve moved on,” I assured him, but I could see the doubt in his eyes.

Later that evening, I got a message from Lando, who had obviously overheard the chatter.

“I know you’re happy with him, but you’re still mine. You always come back to me, remember?”

It took everything in me not to respond. I had a new life now, a new partner who respected me and didn’t cheat. Lando’s words were just echoes of the past.

Fast forward to our wedding day. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my veil, my heart racing with excitement. Pato had become my rock, my partner in every sense of the word. I knew this was the right choice, and my heart was finally at peace.

Then, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Lando.

“I heard you’re getting married. Just wanted to say, I hope you’re happy. But I still think about you. We could’ve had it all, you know.”

I stared at the message, my heart pounding. For a moment, I considered replying. But then I remembered all the sleepless nights, the tears, the heartbreak, and all the promises he had broken.

“Too late,” I typed back, hitting send before I could second-guess myself.

As I walked down the aisle, Pato’s face lit up with joy, and I couldn’t help but smile back. When he took my hands in his, I felt a sense of completeness I hadn’t known in years.

The ceremony was beautiful, I felt a sense of completeness I hadn’t felt in years. When Pato took my hands in his, I knew I was finally moving forward.

As we exchanged vows, Lando’s presence lingered in the back of my mind, but I let it go.

“I promise to love you through every challenge and to celebrate every victory,” he said, his eyes shining with sincerity.

“I promise to choose you every day for the rest of my life,” I replied, my voice steady and full of conviction.

We sealed our vows with a kiss, and I felt liberated. Lando was no longer my story; I was the author of my own life now, and it was a beautiful beginning with Pato. With him by my side, I was ready to embrace the future we would build together, thriving in a relationship based on trust, respect, and love.

As time passed, I learned to appreciate the small moments—the laughter, the late-night talks, the shared dreams of a future together. Pato supported my passions and encouraged me to pursue my own ambitions, something I had never fully experienced before.

One day, I received a message from Max: “Lando’s been a mess since your wedding. He didn’t handle it well.”

I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. He had always taken me for granted, and now, he was the one left behind.

I hoped Lando would find peace eventually, but I also knew I couldn’t go back to the pain of our past. Pato was everything I needed, and I was determined to focus on our life together.

As our first anniversary approached, Pato planned a surprise getaway. “I want to celebrate us, everything we’ve built,” he said, a bright smile on his face.

We traveled to a beautiful beach destination, where we spent our days relaxing, laughing, and simply enjoying each other’s company. One night, under a sky full of stars, Pato took my hand and said, “You’ve changed my life for the better. I want to keep building this amazing life with you.”

I couldn’t hold back my tears. “You’ve shown me what real love looks like, Pato. I’m so grateful for you.”

His expression softened as he leaned in, kissing me gently.

Then, one day, I got a call from Lando.

“Can we talk?” he asked, voice shaky.

“What do you want, Lando?” I replied, my heart racing.

“I just need to explain… things didn’t go as planned after you left. I’ve made mistakes, and I want you back.”

I paused, memories flooding back. “You had your chance, Lando. I can’t keep going back to the past. I’m happy now. I’ve moved on.”

“But I still love you!” he pleaded. “You were always my main one!”

His words echoed painfully in my mind, but I stood my ground. “You had your chance to prove that. You made your choice.”

The phone call ended, and I sighed with relief. I looked at Pato, who was sitting beside me, and smiled. I had made the right choice.

I felt a sense of peace wash over me. Lando was no longer a part of my narrative. My life was filled with the warmth and love Pato brought into it, and I was excited for the future we would continue to create together.

With Pato, I had learned to love again, not just him, but also myself. And that made all the difference.

Lando’s chapter had closed, and I was finally ready to start anew, with someone who truly valued me, not just as the ‘main one,’ but as the woman I had become.

[meep-aaa]

Hi guys remember that sneak peak wellllll the designs are all done and dusted :33 I'm very giddy abt this if you can't tell. I present to you..

The CCCCMC au :3 [or C4MC depends on if I can be bothered to type out all the cs]

That's right !!! Minecraft!!!!

Individual designs under cut [plus short notes] [<- I lied, they're not very short]

That is right !!!! Mind is an enderman, Soul is a blaze and Heart is a warden, each tasked to watch over their respective dimension !!!

Whole is a character too I just haven't decided on a design. He's gonna be the player tho !!!!

Idk if I wanna roll out my story bit by bit depends if I can actually commit to that so just incase I want to in the near future I'll only discuss my fav design details from each one :33

My fav thing from mind is his skin splotches because silly ‼️ the silly ‼️ also the flower because I took it from the chorus plant block texture :3

My fav thing from soul is his trident and his half cobble thing he's got going onnn ough and the hair because it took a million years to figure out. The trident is hand crafted from his own blaze rods :33 I swear the half an half is like.. significant and not only aesthetic ill explain that at some point probably.

As for heart I love his nose thing cuz I just love love LOVE them kind of noses recently. And omg his wings ‼️‼️‼️ He's all overgrown with sculk n stuff and instead of having the souls of the dear or whateva he gets a pretty purple heart :33 that's all !!!!

[univemma]

Leo and Raph consistently being at odds with each other in every TMNT adaptation since 2007 vs Mutant Mayhem Leo telling Raph to "use your anger" oh im faint oh i need to lie down.

[errorx403]

I've spent so long afraid to show myself that I've kinda forgotten why I loved this hellsite? so like, I wanna start trying to post again and engage in fandoms like I used to ig? anyone interested in the tagged fandoms, feel free to send me a msg and help me get back into the spaces :))))

(ps, ik there are a lot of you who don't wanna interact w adults on here, so I'm letting you all know I'm over 18)

[jawlipops]

the pandora hearts au as promised LOLL

im gonna guess this au makes 0 fucking sense unless u’ve read ph but u can read my 4am summary under goodluck

its the glen and child of ill omen situation between mykr, with kuros red eyes it was honestly kind of perfect. they were all part of this fancy victorian academy, and are known as the class that mysteriously disappeared some hundred years ago, and its bc of nana. maya does the succession thing and tosses clau into the abyss and everything falls apart. nana is devastated and pulls a xerxes to get an audience with the will of the abyss. she creates for her a chain, the Prince, that lets her rewind back to the day of the succession, and drag all of her classmates into a dimension where time rewinds from the start of the yr to the succession. naturally at somepoint hikaris like “where is my childhood bestie karen :(” and she goes looking for her. and before long she’s able to infriltrate into nana’s dimension. shit goes down from there

im thinking like they eventually do all get out of the dimension, but at the cost of maya staying behind. mykr have this ouughgg super dramatic like “I find you again, promise you’ll wait for me” parting while claudine is getting dragged towards the light and everythings crumbling around them and maya just looks up at her super emo and promises. they land back in the normal world a few hundred years into the future, and then its claudines Get her gf back quest

[darlingcloudie-9]

this is my…… alter ego- ANITA MAXWYNN. ANITA MAXWYNN

[sunnymainecoonx]

I just want to tell you guys I am SOBBING omg... I'm never drawing 20 people in 1 drawing meant to pay attention to a single person ever again 😭

[jrueships]

he is NOT going back to Vegas ‼️‼️

[marsneedstherapy]

my brain has melted, I have brainrot, and it'd secret shanghai's fault

[turnedpalefromlackofsun]

i hate character design but i drool when i get the chance to do it

i hate character design its so time consuming and its so much effort and it forces me to think and---

hey girlie

wanna design this character?

OMG YES YES YES YES YES PLEASE!!!

........

so

anyways

Nakshatra (नक्षत्र)

and

Yumi (由美)

hmmmm

so naksha tara is star map which is ehhhh close enough. star ->star

yumi is purpose and beauty which is ehhhh

im brainstorming here. not a fan of either of those

........

Chayavati (छायावती)

chaya + vati is like shadows + association suffix = associated with the shadows

so if you stretch your brain enough, it could imply treachery

-1 i hate it

-1.5 you can tell which language it is but not the meaning

-2.5 doesnt start with an S

-3.5 not very thoughtful

kanksa (काङ्क्षा) is like desire and longing. honestly fitting considering the whole plotline about [redacted]

-1 you can tell which language it is and search up the meaning

-2 doesnt start with an S

+1 fits his general themes very well

Saktyasa (शक्त्याशा) is hope for power. so -> desire for power. actually if anyone names their child any of this shit no wonder he went batshit. like--

+1 point because it starts with an S

+2 the spelling makes it almost impossible to tell which language it is and what it means

+3 because i also dont know the language so its even better if i messed up (last i knew of this language was like 10 years ago in meditation school so fuck me)

-1 doesnt encompass as many themes as i like

-2 sounds like exotic gibberish enough to get me cancelled for racism

forget him lets go fuck up some kanji

風刃 kanji for wind + kanji for blade HAHAHA im AAAAAAAAAA

ok so thats a kanji pair so more than likely its onyomi reading right?

so then i think together its read like fujin? is it? on for 風 is fu and for 刃 its jin or nin? in names it seems to be jin

ok so 風刃 is fujin (?)

+1 literally her name

-1 literally her name

善心. 善 is virtuous and onyomi is "zen". 心 is heart/mind and onyomi is shin

zenshin

-1 i dont like it

+1 its true

強志. 強 is strong with onyomi as kyou and gou (i could not tell you which one is to be used). 志 is resolve with onyomi shi

so its either kyoshi or goshi.

+1 i like it

+2 its true

-1 i dont know japanese so i cant tell which reading

back to him

I could name him Sanki

it means strange/eccentric/crazy

+1 starts with an S

+2 captures his entire personality

-1 easy to figure out which language and meaning

ill keep it as his nickname. like screamer was supposed to be derogatory nickname, this is derogatory nickname too.

maybe change the romanization to Sanky

Saktyasa nickname Sanky

[todayisafridaynight]

Important question do you think Ichiban would like Kingdom Hearts

since i knew ichiban liked dragon quest ive been saying he'd love kingdom hearts i just know it

[whiskeyswifty]

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[sevicia]

Ever since my computer tried to eat itself a while ago I've been getting jumpscared by my own desktop cuz it's so disorganized like I just keep shoving things in there and dragging them around like they're actual physical files when I look for something instead of opening the directory or something like a normal person would.

[inmenanswiththejaffacakes]

It only JUST hit me that the season is over... wdym there isn't gonna be another week of this cast?!!?!

Also, is it just me or does it not feel like it should be over? Like... It feels as though we missed two episodes somewhere even though we didn't

[ni-kol-koru]

KnB 30-Days Challenge

Day 8 : Favorite Ending

Ending 7 - Lantana 🏀✨️

When I first watched and finished Kuroko no Basuke (before the movie got out), I thought I would cry my soul out. I couldn't, because I wasn't even sad. I was oddly happy. The first time I watched this ending was in the last episode, and when I saw the ending screen with all the characters, I just felt happy. I loved knowing all of them and seeing them all in one place, I loved and enjoyed the story and I was just so happy and proud to be a part of something so great! Every next time when I rewatched KuroBasu though, I would feel sadder and sadder seeing the ending, because I would realise that it is over. Kuroko no Basuke's story is really finished. We will not watch any new matches, sit on the edges of our chairs and wonder who will win, we will not meet any new characters, see any new interactions between members of our favorite teams...

When the movie came out, I remember not wanting to watch it for a while, because episode 75 was still somehow the end of KuroBasu in my head. I also saw some not-so-good reviews, so I was a little scared... When I did watch it, after almost a year, I remember not even feeling like it was Kuroko no Basuke. The change in the art style was too much for me and seeing all the characters with different noses and hairstyles was so strange. I grew to love the movie more over the years, but still, finishing the anime, hearing Lantana and seeing the screen with all the characters still hit different. I also really loved Oldcodex and Tatsuhisa Suzuki at that time. I still love their music, and to this day Lantana is one of my favorite songs they ever made.

Kuroko no Basuke's story might be over, but it is never going to end, because of the fans. Even though the fandom is dying and asisn't big as before, it still exists! We still exist and enjoy the show, love the characters, make fanarts, edits, write fanfictions, write our opinions on the show, make theories, make tier-lists and so much more... We make Kuroko no Basuke alive and the story will not end as long as we are here to tell it to someone and share it. ✨️

[artemisbarnowl]

Having a totally normal one* after waking from a dream where I just relive life with my ex. It was so normal and fine and we did things such as lay around in bed and make plans for the day, go to the Korean supermarket on the corner, go to a friend's house together.