#☆ angst

[verstxppen33]

The sting of a joke

summary: part 3 of "Where we belong"

lando's friend max, jokes about his new "girlfriend" and how he met her, and that makes lando embarrassed.

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genre: hurt

warnings: cussing

Since you've given him his phone number, you two would text and facetime almost everyday, talking about anything, gossiping about his career or just admiring each other's face's through the phone screen.

One day, he was golfing with his friend Max. It was in the evening, so the setting sun casted a golden glow on them. He notices Lando typing on his phone slightly smiling.

Then Max smirked and asked him, "Who you texting? Your one-night stand?" "Uhm, no, dumbass," he says, shoving his phone back into his pocket. "My..girlfriend."

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"Your girlfriend? Did you even ask her out yet?" he asks with a chuckle, hitting the golf ball. He pauses for a moment, thinking about it. He nods slowly and answers, "Yeah..Yeah I think I did. I love her, she loves me."

"Well, you met her in a club, so, I don't know. It just seems kinda sketchy to me. I mean, most of the other drivers have some romantic story about how they met their partners," he says, pausing to glance at Lando. "But not you, though."

Max was right; maybe your story was a little strange. But isn’t that what makes a love story interesting? Sure, meeting in a club might sound weird—and kind of unromantic. But Lando was sure you took the relationship seriously. At least, he thought you did. And so did he... right?

The entire golf session passed by in a blur. Lando couldn't keep his mind off you, or the words Max had said. They left him feeling ashamed and even a little afraid, worried about what this might mean for his reputation.

After the golf session, Lando drove home with a heavy heart, Max's words still running in his mind. The usual comfort of his apartment felt different now—emptier somehow. He tossed his keys onto the counter and went straight to the bathroom, hoping a hot shower would clear his head.

As the warm water streamed down his back, Lando closed his eyes, trying to wash away the guilt and confusion. He couldn't help but think about you—how things had felt so right, so easy between you two. But now? Was Max right?

Was he being an idiot, for falling for you so easily?

After his shower, Lando dried off and climbed into bed, but sleep didn’t come easily. He lays awake for hours, staring at the ceiling, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. He kept replaying the conversation with Max, his own insecurities creeping in, making him question everything.

The more he thought about it, the more his heart ached. He wanted to reach out to you, to hear your voice, but something held him back—a fear he didn’t quite understand. He knew he was being dumb about this, but, should he ignore you? For the sake of his reputation? For his own good?

Eventually, exhaustion took over, and he drifted into a restless sleep, still caught between what he felt for you and the fear of what others might think. His sleep was light, so it didn't really gave him anything to rest after this weird conversation.

As Lando was fast asleep in his apartment, you glanced at your phone for what felt like the hundredth time, the screen still blank with no new notifications. It was strange—Lando usually texted you after he got home, even if it was just a quick goodnight.

You tried to brush off the uneasy feeling creeping into your chest, telling yourself he was probably just tired or had something come up. But as the minutes turned into hours, the silence felt heavier.

You debated sending another message, something light and casual, but a part of you didn’t want to seem desperate. So instead, you put your phone down and tried to distract yourself. You turned on the TV, opened a book, even tried scrolling through social media.

But your mind kept wandering back to him, wondering why he hadn’t responded.

A small knot of worry began to form in your stomach. Was he upset about something? Did something happen? You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down.

You reminded yourself that relationships have their ups and downs, and maybe he just needed some space. But as the night dragged on and the silence remained, it became harder to shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.

You eventually hopped into bed, as it was already past midnight. As the lights go off, you were stuck with darkness, silence and your rushing thoughts about Lando. You pulled the covers up to your chin as you tried to find some comfort in the familiar warmth.

It was already past midnight, and you told yourself you needed to sleep, but your mind wouldn’t settle. The room was plunged into darkness, and the silence felt almost oppressive.

Your thoughts kept drifting back to Lando. Why hadn’t he texted back? Was he okay? Did you do something wrong? The questions swirled around in your mind, one after the other, relentless and unforgiving. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping to shut out the worry, but it only seemed to grow louder in the quiet of the room.

You tossed and turned, trying to find a position that might bring some peace, but it was no use. Your mind kept replaying your last conversation with him, searching for any hint that something was wrong.

The darkness around you seemed to close in, your thoughts racing with every possible scenario. You sighed, opening your eyes to the dark ceiling above, wondering what tomorrow might bring—or if he would reach out at all.

You knew you were overreacting, but the chance was still there, was it?

[bebx]

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

[gemsandjunk]

the two types of billford content

[noodles-and-tea]

Twins in time au but they have slightly different reactions….

[the-overanalyst]

it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

feeling called out today

credit: _ADWills

[mcntsee]

The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

[ato-dato]

Piss off!!! Thanks!!!!!!!!!! :)))))

[soimse]

“He wants me so bad he just doesn’t know it yet” -Bill Cipher probably

[sweetteaanddragons]

I have been thinking lately about a universe where Bruce Wayne killed the Joker.

I want to be clear here, since there are so many longstanding debates on this topic: I do not think Bruce Wayne should kill the Joker. I have just been wondering what would happen if the circumstances aligned in such a way that he did.

And to be clear on a related, yet slightly different topic: when I say I have been wondering about what if Bruce Wayne killed the Joker, I do not mean as the Batman. I mean Bruce "Brucie" Wayne.

Maybe it's kind of an accident? Like, he definitely did intend to hit the Joker, but he's Brucie right now, so he's trying not to look like he knows what he's doing while still doing enough damage to keep the Joker from killing someone, and meanwhile the Joker makes just the wrong move and -

And here we are. Brucie just killed the Joker.

Bruce's reaction here is one thing; he has his one rule for a reason, he's just broken it, he's determined to turn himself in -

His family's reaction is a whole different story. How does Cass feel about this?

How does Jason? Bruce has killed the Joker, just like he wanted, but it wasn't for him, not really, and -

And meanwhile, this happens in front of, say, a gala full of people, so now all of Gotham gets to react to it too.

Average Gothamite, seeing the words BRUCE WAYNE, JOKER, and KILLED in the same headline: OH, NO.

Average Gothamite, once they've processed the order those words are actually in: . . . I did not have that on this year's bingo card.

The city's most famous mass murderer has just been publicly killed by the city's biggest employer/philanthropist/source of tabloid harmless nonsense! Three days before Brucie was making tabloid headlines by tripping into a fountain and somehow losing his shirt in the process! Two weeks before, the newspaper was running a retrospective on the Wayne murders and what donation Brucie was making to help the families of victims this year! The article mentioned how one of his adopted sons had also tragically become a murder victim!

Now this has happened, and Bruce is having a breakdown over breaking his one rule, and the rest of Gotham just assumes that this is because poor Brucie thinks this somehow makes him like the man who killed his parents. They send a huge outpouring of support his way. This in no way helps Bruce's actual breakdown.

Ninety percent of Gotham is sure Brucie didn't actually mean to kill the Joker, and pretty much a hundred percent of them support him whether he meant to do it or not. No one wants to have anything to do with prosecuting this mess. Bruce is trying to make it as clear as possible that he will fully cooperate with the justice system and meanwhile an entire gala full of people is suddenly acting like they could in no way have possibly witnessed events that took place ten feet in front of their faces. Did Bruce kill the Joker? Is the officer sure? That doesn't seem like him. Maybe the Joker just tripped on his own. Marble floors, you know. Very slippery.

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[meaniezucchini]

chilly morning

the sudden ressuresction of the gf fandom really helps to crawl out of my art-block

[bebx]

“We hope this email finds you well” babe, the only emails I hope find me well are the ones from Archive of Our Own

[gampix]

Guilt.

[verstxppen33]

Between us, a silence

summary: part 4 of the series "Where we belong"

Lando distanced himself from you, which he knew would hurt, but it was for the sake of his reputation, right?

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genre: angst

warnings: no comfort in here!!

It's been days since you last hung out with Lando, even though you've been trying desperately to make plans with him. He brushes you off with vague excuses or, worse, doesn’t respond at all. Now, the warmth and playfulness that usually filled his messages are gone, replaced by short, curt replies that feel like strangers wrote them.

More often than not, your messages are left on read, a silence that speaks louder than any words. It’s so unlike him, and the change leaves a hollow ache in your chest, the creeping feeling that you’re slowly losing him.

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For quite some time now, Lando has been making last-minute excuses, each one more vague than the last. You had planned to have dinner together or spend the weekend with each other, but suddenly, he claims he’s not feeling well or has some last-minute obligation.

It’s become a frustratingly familiar pattern, each cancellation cutting a little deeper than the last, leaving you wondering if his love for you is fading. With every excuse, a seed of doubt takes root in your mind, growing into the fear that maybe you never meant as much to him as you thought.

During the very rare times you see him, Lando seems distracted, avoidant even. The conversations are shallow, and he avoids any deep or meaningful topics. You haven't heard an "I love you" out of his mouth since weeks. And physical touch?

Oh, he gave that up a while ago.

Maybe he's just not feeling well, and that's okay. You have your ups and downs as well, so, why wouldn't he as well? The emotional connection that once felt so strong now feels like it's slipping away, and you're left riding a roller coaster full of emotions, only to deal them by yourself.

Your friends started to notice the sudden change in your behavior, from the cheerful happy y/n, to the most gloomiest and emotionless y/n. They ask if everything's okay, but you brush them off, the concern of their voice intensifying your own worries.

One of your closest friends suggests that maybe you should have an honest, deep conversation with him, but the thought of an confrontation makes your heart quicken.

Lando feels guilty for pulling away, but he doesn't know how to handle the situation. Max's words keep echoing in his mind, giving him a constant worry about his reputation, maybe even you. He cares about you deeply, but is afraid to become a topic of gossip to his friends.

His internal struggles grow, not knowing the hurt on you is even worse.

Small misunderstandings start spiraling into unsettling rumors. You catch Lando in a lie about where he was one evening, a slip that makes your heart sink. He’s also become more guarded with his phone when you're around, quickly locking the screen or turning it face down.

These signs of distrust and confusion only deepen the worries, feeding your worst fears. Every secretive glance and evasive answer worsens your thoughts about his love for you, making you question everything you once believed was true.

One day, where you gathered up all your courage, and called him. Yes. Called the guy who ignored your texts, lied to you and made excuses.

The guy who you love so dearly.

But instead of picking up, he lets the call go to voicemail. You leave a message, saying that he should call you back. It was kind of predictable, why would he pick up? Did he lose interest in you?

The nights become extremely difficult. You've been met with darkness and a deafening silence, instead of Lando's warm voice and his arms wrapped around you. You lie awake in bed, replaying every moment shared with Lando, every one making you sadder and sadder. You wonder, how could things go so wrong? Everyday without seeing him, feels like an eternity, and you can't help but feel like you're losing him.

Or even yourself?

Every day was horrible for Lando. He tried to reach out so bad, wanting to take you in his arms and reassure you that everything's okay. But a part of him tells him not to. A part of him, he doesn't quite understand.

For your part, you sat on the floor, hugging knees, tears rolling. Every memory you two spent, was now a blur of sadness and confusion. The dark circles under your eyes were huge, and your heart aches every time you think of him. You basically only survive with coffee and fast-food, since nights are spent crying and you are too tired to cook.

You clenched your fists in hurt, being sure that Lando would never love you again the same way he did. Why though?

What the hell did go through his mind?

You sit on the edge of your bed, your phone clutched tightly in your hand, staring at the screen, hoping—praying—for a reply from Lando. It’s been hours since you sent that last message, the one where you finally asked him if something was wrong, if he still wanted this, still wanted you. The silence is deafening, each passing minute deepening the ache in your chest.

Tears blur your vision as the weight of everything crashes over you. You feel stupid, pathetic even, for waiting like this, for letting him have so much power over your emotions. The dam breaks, and a sob escapes your lips, your body trembling as the tears runs freely down your cheeks. You curl into yourself, your head buried in your hands, as the pain becomes too much to handle.

You remember the way he used to hold you, the softness in his gaze when he looked at you, like you were the only person in the world. How did it come to this? When did everything change? Just— How could he? Your mind races through every memory, every laugh, every kiss, trying to pinpoint the moment it all fell apart, but it only makes you cry harder. Your sobs echo around your bedroom, reminding you that you're all alone.

You reach for your phone again, desperate for something— anything. You open your chat with Lando, scrolling back through the months of messages, the sweet nothings and the playful banter, now feeling like a cruel joke. Your heart clenches as you read his words, words that once made you smile but now feel like empty promises. It made you cry harder, burying your hands in your now tear-soaked sleeves of your hoodie.

Why won’t he just talk to you? Why is he shutting you out? You feel a surge of anger through your grief, but it quickly fizzles out into a deep, aching sadness. You press the phone to your chest, as if somehow it could bridge the distance between you and Lando, as if he could feel how much you need him right now.

But all you’re left with is the cold, even empty room and the sound of your own sobs filling the space where his laughter once echoed. You feel lost, utterly and completely lost, and the one person who could find you is nowhere to be found. You cry harder, your heart breaking with each tear, each moment of silence from the person who once made you feel so loved.

Oh, how you love him.

[greykolla-art]

My blog has become infested with angst goblins, and they must be fed with some hypothetical scenarios!🙏💚