#this is rough for y’all and i’m sorry

[rose24207]

Lando dating his teammates ex gf after teammate hurt her

Fine line

Summary: After a painful breakup with Oscar, you find unexpected love and healing with his teammate Lando, navigating the complexities of loyalty, heartbreak, and new beginnings.

Genre: angst, fluff

TW: breakup, Oscar is an ass (I’m sorry 🥲)

A/N: damnn y’all flooded me with your requests! Thank you, don’t stop 🤭🫵 English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though. Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist

The air in the paddock felt heavy, thick with tension and the lingering buzz of the race. You walked briskly past the motorhomes, clutching your media pass tightly. The season had been long, stressful, and emotionally draining, but today wasn’t about work. You were trying to avoid someone—Oscar Piastri, your ex-boyfriend.

You weren’t sure how you managed to keep showing up to the same places he did, pretending everything was fine. It had been months since you broke up, but the hurt was still fresh.

Oscar had shattered you, not with one big betrayal but with the thousand tiny cuts of neglect, sharp words, and his inability to put your relationship above the demands of his career.

You understood how much Formula 1 meant to him—it was his dream—but you’d become collateral damage in his pursuit of greatness.

Your steps slowed as you approached McLaren's hospitality area. The orange and blue banners fluttered gently in the breeze, and the hum of voices carried through the open doorway.

Inside, you caught sight of him—Lando Norris. His head was thrown back in laughter, his unruly brown curls shining under the overhead lights. He had a magnetism about him, an easy charm that made him approachable despite his superstar status.

It didn’t help that Lando had been the one person who’d made the aftermath of your breakup bearable.

After your breakup with Oscar, you hadn’t expected anyone from the paddock to take your side. Oscar was the rising star, the young prodigy everyone loved. You, by comparison, were just someone who happened to be around.

But Lando had surprised you.

He’d found you crying in a quiet corner of the paddock one evening, mascara smudged and your chest tight with sobs. You’d tried to wave him off, embarrassed by your vulnerability, but Lando wasn’t the type to ignore someone in pain.

“Hey,” he’d said gently, crouching down to your level. “What’s wrong?”

You hesitated, unsure if you could trust him. But the sincerity in his eyes made you spill everything—how Oscar had grown distant, how he’d prioritized everything over you, and how his final, cutting words during your last fight had left you broken.

Lando had listened intently, his brows furrowed in concern. “That’s not okay,” he’d said when you finished. “You didn’t deserve that.”

From that moment on, Lando had been in your corner. Whether it was offering a distraction with his relentless humor or simply checking in on you after particularly rough days, he’d become a source of comfort you hadn’t realized you needed.

Weeks turned into months, and your friendship with Lando deepened. What started as casual check-ins evolved into late-night phone calls, shared dinners, and quiet moments where words weren’t necessary.

He never pushed, never overstepped the boundaries of friendship, but there was something unspoken between you—an undercurrent of tension neither of you acknowledged.

You tried to ignore it.

Lando was Oscar’s teammate, his friend.

Even if things were strained between you and Oscar, it felt wrong to think about Lando in a way that wasn’t platonic. But the heart doesn’t always listen to reason.

One night, after a particularly grueling race weekend, Lando invited you to his apartment in Monaco. “Just to unwind,” he’d said. “No pressure.”

You’d agreed, needing the escape.

The evening started innocently enough—pizza, a couple of beers, and a terrible movie playing in the background. But as the night wore on, the space between you on the couch grew smaller.

Lando’s arm rested on the back of the couch, his fingers brushing your shoulder. Every touch sent a shiver down your spine, and when you turned to look at him, his gaze was soft but intense.

“I—” you started, but Lando shook his head.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured. “I just... I care about you. A lot. And I hate seeing you hurt.”

His words unlocked something inside you, and before you could second-guess yourself, you closed the distance between you.

The kiss was tentative at first, as if both of you were testing the waters, but it quickly deepened, the weight of unspoken feelings pouring out in that single moment.

When you pulled away, breathless, Lando rested his forehead against yours. “I don’t want to make things complicated for you,” he said. “But I can’t pretend I don’t feel this.”

The days after that night were a whirlwind of emotions. You and Lando agreed to keep things quiet—for now. It wasn’t just about the media; there was the inevitable fallout with Oscar to consider. You weren’t sure how he’d react, but you knew it wouldn’t be pretty.

It didn’t take long for Oscar to notice the shift between you and Lando. The way Lando’s eyes lingered on you a little too long, the way you laughed more freely when he was around. Oscar confronted you one afternoon in the paddock, his expression a mix of anger and hurt.

“Are you serious?” he demanded. “You and Lando?”

You squared your shoulders, refusing to let him intimidate you. “It’s none of your business, Oscar. We’re not together anymore.”

“That doesn’t mean you go running to my teammate,” he snapped. “Do you have any idea how this makes me look?”

You frowned. “This isn’t about you. For once, it’s not about you.”

Oscar scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “You’re unbelievable.”

Lando appeared then, stepping between the two of you. “That’s enough,” he said firmly. “Don’t talk to her like that.”

Oscar glared at him. “So this is what loyalty looks like, huh?”

“It’s not about loyalty,” Lando said. “It’s about doing what’s right. And you didn’t treat her right.”

Oscar’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought he might take a swing at Lando. But instead, he turned and walked away, leaving you and Lando standing there in the aftermath.

Despite the drama, being with Lando felt right.

He treated you with a kindness and respect that you hadn’t realized you were missing. The media eventually caught wind of your relationship, but you and Lando weathered the storm together, united in a way that felt unshakable.

Oscar’s anger faded with time, though your relationship with him was never the same. You didn’t regret your choice, though. Lando had shown you what love could be—patient, supportive, and genuine. And for the first time in a long time, you felt whole again.

As the season came to an end, you stood beside Lando on the podium, his arm wrapped around your waist as the crowd cheered. The journey hadn’t been easy, but it had been worth it.

Because sometimes, love is about taking risks—and finding someone who chooses you, every single time.

Thank you for reading!

[heyclickadee]

More Massive Fandom Salt under the cut

If I see one more condescending post about how people who don’t like Tech getting killed off just don’t get it, I’m going to mcfreaking lose it.

Like, okay. I think Tech is alive. I think I’ve been clear about that. If I haven’t, then I don’t know what else to do. I actually even get why taking him off the board for season three could be a good move (give Crosshair time to decompress and Omega time to come into her own and be the hero of her own show, while also maybe setting Tech up for another plot line to come later), and think it’s possible that bringing Tech back later could actually work much better than what I originally wanted to happen. In fact, if it really is a fake-out I think it’s kind of immaculate. And I still get angry reading those posts.

Because, first, a lot of people upset by the handling of Tech from “Plan 99” onwards are upset because Tech meant something to them. It goes a lot deeper than just losing your favorite character. Tech was a fantastic piece of autistic representation and losing that hurt. Losing that and then never getting the catharsis that comes with on-screen emotional processing from the characters, no closure, no real in-show impact besides inconveniencing the others hurt even more. It left a lot of autistic people in the fandom feeling like we were told that we weren’t welcome in Star Wars at all.

And most of us still love the show! The Bad Batch is still my favorite show and I adore basically the entire thing up through season three, right up to the point where everything just kind of stops without resolving anything but Hunter and Omega, and not getting Tech back before the end hit me so badly that I almost dropped Star Wars completely. People are upset for a reason.

Second, I get that it can be annoying seeing criticism of your favorite show. I do. I actually disagree with a lot of criticism of TBB and do tend to get a little annoyed at certain takes. The other thing about the “Tech’s dead and that’s good”/“You thought Tech could come back because you were delusional” posts that makes me want to fight everyone, though, is that they tend to be incredibly dismissive. They’ll bring up arguments people made during the airing of the show for why Tech could come back, or arguments they made afterwards for why they thought he should have, and then either misunderstand or talk right past them.

It gives anyone who made those arguments, or who was upset by the ending, a general sense that we’re not being listened to. That people have already decided we’re irrational and that nothing we say or experience matters, that we saw patterns that weren’t there, or that we care too much about this specific thing, or that we’re being immature. Maybe. Just. I don’t know—consider for a second that a lot of the people who are most upset about Tech belong to the noticing patterns/caring a lot about specific things/dismissed for noticing things that are really there in real life/frequently infantilized neurotype. Again, there’s a reason some of us are upset and having a hard time with fandom right now.

I actually don’t have a problem with people thinking or making posts saying someone needed to die or that Tech “dying” was well handled as a death. I will always disagree, and I think we’re too close to the “bury your disabled” trope with most of the batchers for me to be okay with any of them dying like that, but one person will interpret fiction differently than another and I can’t and shouldn’t police that. I do, however, have a massive problem with the condescending way a lot of those posts go about it. Think Tech ought to be dead? Fine. Call anyone who thinks otherwise a child? Instablock, I don’t need that in my life.

[bondagebimbo]

heads up: (TW blood/blood loss mention from accidental injury in post and tags)

probs not gonna stream tonight because I feel so dead and I actually just physically hurt myself really fucking badly, not purposely—don’t think I did this intentionally, and have to clean up a giant bloody fucking mess now so I’m just 🫠 ugh. I hate being inconvenienced with shit like this due to my own fucking issues with my coordination and a lack of reaction time because I feel weird right now in general and I’m struggling to feel like an actual person mentally so like … it definitely fucked me up today when I was distracted and unfocused and managed to hurt myself.

I’ll see how I feel tomorrow night after dealing all this, but if I do stream tomorrow then it’ll likely start around 7pm (east coast US time) as that’s the most common time I’ve been recommended. a post will be made beforehand on whether I plan to or not to, along with the twitch link.

but right now I just REALLY need to clean up this fucking mess and lay down. I got myself BAD and I think I need to try and nap after I clean this up because fucking hell, it hurt, and it made me feel sick at the same time so 🙃

[kelin-is-writing]

You keep complaining about abuse and abusive relationships but you're crushing on Dabi, an abusive man who KILLS innocent people and you're defending Rei Todoroki, a women who abuses her OWN CHILDREN. Shoto's scar is the result of Rei's abuse. Dabi's scar and being in a coma for 3 years is the result of Rei's neglect which is also abuse. Also you're siding with the LOV who are all abusive and have also killed people and committed many crimes all of which are abusive. You're clearly a fucking hypocrite and is brain dead. You're actions clearly show that you are abusive.

“Your actions shows that you’re clearly abusive”, because I like Dabi… BRUH— You like Endeavor, doesn’t that make you a rapist if we go by your “logic”? 🤭

[athena-theunicorn]

okay, i don’t know a whole lot about the marvel universe. i like spider-man, and i know the general premise of the movies with the infinity stones and the blip, but not much more than that. but my sister convinced me to watch loki bc tom hiddleston and even i was like PAPER WEIGHTS? all that, all those lives, all those movies, all that work for loki to go to that office building and discover they’ve been using the infinity stones for PAPER WEIGHTS? i’m flabbergasted.

[charleslee-valentine]

Hand in hand, two little boys walk down the dusty Texas backroads.

They’re almost identical, except the boy with the wine colored birthmark across his left cheek has his choppy hair in a tiny braid, while his slightly taller brother, who is like his mirrored opposite, has his dark brown hair hanging loose and messy.

The tiny baby they carry with them, in an old potato sack with straps attached and holes cut in it for his legs, looks almost the same, though his hair curls are different, and his top lip permanently curls up to show his gums and budding little teeth.

Just the three of them are running away from home.

It’s hot, but it’s always that way out here in the middle of nowhere Texas, even in the pitch darkness they’re currently navigating. The twins have grown used to it, their priority mostly giving the baby a bit of water on his head every now and again to keep him cool.

That, and one of them, the twin that walks a little more stiffly, and carries a knife with him everywhere, just in case, his goal is to make sure they aren’t being followed.

Every few feet he turns and walks backwards, looking behind them at the long and dark stretch of road.

“Y-You sure does wor-worry a lot, there Nu-Nubbins.” The shorter brother chimes out of nowhere, though that’s not to say that he’s been quiet before per se. He’s been humming and singing and laughing at nothing the whole way, noises the way he shows his excitement.

The one called Nubbins speaks fast and frantic, like he’s desperate to be understood, “C-C’a’int help it, Bobby. A-Ain’t ya scare..scared?”

“Nope.” Is Bobby’s simple reply, his nose turned up high in the air with confidence that has his brother jogging for a moment to keep up with.

It embarasses Nubbins, to think that maybe he’s the problem. His twin is his idol, and he wants nothing more than to be like him. His little brain rationalizes that there’s got to be a reason why they feel differently, “It’s.. it’s cause you ain’t c-carryin’ the baby.”

But Bobby misunderstands what he means, “Yer’ scared ‘a lit-little B-Bubba?”

Nubbins takes it personally, bad at reading tone, especially over the sound of all the darned cicadas and crickets and katydids chirping away in the fields and trees they walk past.

“I w-wish you weren’t so me-mean to..t-to me.”

And now, caught in a cycle, Bobby takes that personally.

“H-Hey now listen p-pipsqueak. I ain’t mean. I-I’m the best brother. Th-The best.”

If it wasn’t for baby Bubba snoozing on Nubbins’ chest in the homemade bag, he’d have turned and started picking a fight with his brother. Meanness and hatred and spite are all they know. Bloodshed and mayhem and hiding under the bed from their big brother. Squeezing their eyes shut and crying so so quietly while they listen to their twin being beaten just across the room, or down the hall. It didn’t matter. Violence was everywhere.

It’s why they’re leaving now. Nubbins feels kind of bad for thinking about tearing out Bobby’s hair in patches, or biting him on the arm, or kneeing him in the chest over and over and over ‘til he coughed up blood. Actually, really bad.

He looks over at Bobby, with his balled up fists, and reaches out with words, tries to make a connection from a different place, ‘cause he loves his twin. “Can..can you t-tell me what I-I oughta do?”

Bobby doesn’t need guilt to change his mind, he needs to vent. He kicks some dust up and punches the air for a minute, and then he answers all calmly, “‘Bout what?”

“I ‘unno. D-Don’ want Drayton t’ fi..find us.” Nubbins worries aloud. Usually he isn’t this nervous, usually he loves adventures! But this one is extra scary, and they’re only so small, and-

Bobby doesn’t share his fears.

“A-As if! You..You ‘n me both knows ‘at o-old fart won’ e-even know we’re g-gone ‘til tomorrow mor..mornin’ at least.”

“O-Oh alright… But..but if we get in tr-trouble I’m’a gonna be r-real ma-mad at’cha.” Nubbins threatens, a smile growing on his face as relief sets in. If Bobby says things will be okay, then they will. He just knows it.

“Deal.” Bobby agrees to accept his brother's future fury, quickly forgetting the topic and moving on to his next subject of interest, “Gimme..gimme Bubba!”

Happily. Nubbins takes off the makeshift baby carrier and helps his twin get into it, loosening the straps since Bobby’s got slightly bigger shoulders. Drayton always said that he was a parasite and sucked all of Nubbins’ life away when they were in mama’s womb.

Drayton would swear, with his fists or a broomstick raised up over his head, that that’s why he was so weak.

They work together to get the baby carrier in place, by now Bubba awake in there and reaching his chubby little hands up for attention. Bobby heaves him up by his diapered bottom and exclaims, “Shee-oot, B-Bubba’s gettin’ he-heavy!”

It reminds Nubbins of something else their big brother used to say. He was always commenting on Bubba's weight or making mean faces when the baby would steal a little fistful of food. That was always too mean for Nubbins. The baby was just that. A baby! Just a little six month old guy!

He loves him, almost as much as he loves Bobby, and wants to take care of him.

There’s just one problem. “How.. How we gon’ f-feed ‘im?”

Bobby thinks about it, skipping excitedly when an idea hits him, “I-I know! He-He really likes th-them funny lookin’ p-purple berries that grows by.. behind the gas station! O-On them little bush-bushes! A-An’ Drayton’s always s-sayin’ ~get the-them things out yer’ m-mouth boy!~ an’ make-makes Bubba spit em’ out! B-B-But we can fee-feed ‘im as many as..as he wants!!”

All that rambling inspires Nubbins.

They’ve gotten this far, why not! It’s up to them to seize fate and leave behind their isolated farmhouse. They won’t let little Bubba hurt the way they have.

“Y-Yeah alright!! Just.. jus’ gotta f-find some!”

“I-I th-think ther’s some dow-down by the str-stream!!” Bobby remembers, taking his brother by the hand, and taking off running.

[inazumaneko]

Fun fact: this is what Sun’s art tends to look like in “don’t spare your gaze” 👀

[auricbound]

lil update i guess for now LMFAO

i have. some of the goldie lore rewrite done. and i’ve started a little bit of the ling lore too. HOWEVER do not look at the about page yet because i decided i’m gonna make a custom page for the “beginning” lore (aka the sun and moon and the rebis and chaos and truth as like. the Cycle before anything in goldie’s lifetime) but it’s currently all like. In there with the unfinished goldie lore.

i might keep my thread with quen as my only active one for a lil bit until i finish, and once it’s all done i’ll make a starter call!

(i think. if work doesn’t swamp me as soon as i’m off shadowing and get put on my own. We’ll See.)

[sayingyournames]

me, posting new fic: “this is lighthearted and happy! everyone is fine!"

also me: *keeps putting sirius through The Horrors of Gender*

[cassandralexxx]

Talked to my sister about what I should wear tonight and her verdict was that I need more slutty tops 💔

[morgana-pendragon]

hallie was on the saving grace podcast and i got so curious about what she was talking about so now i’m watching big brother uk 20 and having thoughts and feelings. that to no one’s surprise are not shared with the tumblr dot com user base

[twistedappletree]

also ngl the inspiration behind that last post was the str8 dude I took a chance on by giving my number yesterday SOLELY bc I thought he’d be a cool friend. FRIEND.

homie just texted me saying “what you up to beautiful? besides thinking of me”

ajdhajsLMFAOOOOOO

[moophinz]

Am I the only one that's really optimistic about Y8? Y7 was fantastic and we're basically getting an Avengers Endgame of RGG writers for Y8, it's hard for me to picture it going wrong. I wasn't too thrilled about them backtracking on Kiryu's ending, but I trust them to actually use him well in the game. The only thing I'm uneasy about is that it might be too long, just like Y5.

They did say that it was going to be the longest game yet iirc. So, that’ll be a breaker for some people unfortunately. 5 didn’t feel that long for me because I didn’t do the side stories besides Saejima’s. The length of the game isn’t what scares me, though. Time is meaningless to me

I’m apprehensive on some things and will likely ease up once I learn more. Everything’s just whaaaaaaaaat right now

[whimsii-cal]

good lird I really was just depressed and dysregulated as all hell and that was what was getting me down. I got on a routine and started sleeping like a semi normal person and feeling better mentally and BOOM MOTIVATION HITS ME LIKE A BRICK AND I CAN DO THINGS NOW 💥💥💥💥💥

[snarky-art]

Me: sees people spam liking my stuff

Me: life isn’t always bad

[rumisgf]

“ YOUR BEST EATER ! ” (MHA EDITION)

ꕥ summary: rating how well mha men would eat you out ! (this is canon cause i said so)

ꕥ includes: keigo takami, mirio togata, touya todoroki, shota aizawa, katsuki bakugou, denki kaminari, enji todoroki

ꕥ warnings: dom/sub implications, oral f!recieving, dirty talk, crack ofc this is for fun, slander (sorry lol), black!reader as always, timeskip chargebolt and dynamight

KEIGO TAKAMI - ♾️/10

⊗ he’s a REAL eater.

⊗ you have to cry and beg for him to pop his mouth off you because he has an addiction

⊗ he thinks you taste so good

⊗ there’s not one morning his head doesn’t end up between your thighs

⊗ and at events, he’ll find a way to pull you to the nearest bathroom and get a quick one out because you just looked too good

⊗ he loves having you sit on his face

⊗ “imma eat it. AHHHHH”

⊗ he doesn’t care if you just got off of work or if you’re tired he needs your pussy on his tongue stat.

⊗ he’s such a slut.

“please- ‘s too much~!”

“c‘mon i know you got one more, i got you~”

TOUYA TODOROKI - 3/10

⊗ you thought he was an eater…?

⊗ you’re funny.

⊗ yeah unfortunately mr. long dick over here doesn’t like eating pussy

⊗ his ego is bigger than his dick

⊗ however,

⊗ on the rare occasion that he’s feeling extra nice, he’ll do more than plunge his fingers into you before he makes you take him from the back

“o-oh~..!”

“couldn’t help myself…too fuckin’ wet…”

ENJI TODORKI - 0/10

⊗ like father like son (he’s much worse)

⊗ he’s not particularly a…. giver

⊗ he’s a meanie he’d rather manhandle you instead

⊗ he don’t even like his wife and kids so what makes you think he likes you enough to eat you out

⊗ besides….even if he tried…it wouldn’t be…well…good.

⊗ he’s too rough he might bite your shit i don’t know pookie

⊗ if you beg him enough he’ll do it for like a split second

⊗ you immediately regret your decision

⊗ help him.

“wait- it’s ok it’s o-ok. nevermind…”

“what’s wrong?”

SHOTA AIZAWA - 7/10

⊗ he likes to pretend he doesn’t like giving head

⊗ but you catch him on one of those days….

⊗ he becomes a different man

⊗ and he’s mean with it, too

⊗ your thighs will have bruises from the way he forces your legs open

⊗ he likes eating you out before just because he feels satisfied having you weak before he even fucks you

⊗ he’ll edge you and tease you just to have you begging him to cum

“stay fuckin’ still, or you’re not cummin’. understand?”

MIRIO TOGATA - 10/10

⊗ yes i’m sneaking my man in here. i do not care.

⊗ he’s a certified munch y’all hate to say it

⊗ he gets it from fatgum.

⊗ (i would put him in here but then imma get nasty)

⊗ please just sit on his face and give him three minutes you will be dripping before he even puts it in

⊗ he massages your thighs and kisses your clit ‘cause he really is just so in love with you

⊗ not only will he shove his head between your thighs before he fucks you just to get a quick taste

⊗ he’ll clean you up after he fucks you, tastes himself and you

⊗ he’s a huge giver

⊗ please marry him

“such a pretty pussy, baby…’m gonna clean you right up~”

BAKUGOU KATSUKI - 9/10

⊗ oh give him five minutes

⊗ put him between your legs and he’s done for

⊗ he’s a nasty FREAK and he cannot hide it in this predicament.

⊗ he swears up and down ‘he doesn’t eat pussy’ to all his friends and every girl who brings it up

⊗ but if it’s his baby? someone he’s really into?

⊗ you see a completely different side of him

⊗ and he makes everything so messy

⊗ he’s so focused when he does it and when he looks up at you… you are done for

⊗ he can make you cum quick to get you wet enough to just slip in– then he gets right to business

“kats~…”

“taste so good…so fucking good..”

DENKI KAMINARI - 11/10

⊗ y’all thought i wasn’t gonna put him here?

⊗ he refers to himself as an eater

⊗ he has no shame

⊗ he’ll eat it in the morning, for lunch, after dinner, for dessert- he really doesn’t care

⊗ he definitely can get off just from giving you head

⊗ the feeling of you dripping down his chin and the sound of your moans is enough to get him up

⊗ you will be orgasming more than once

⊗ and he can go on for hours if he really wanted to

“my messy baby…you sound so pretty~

©𝑹𝑼𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑮𝑭