#☆ 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]

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[shamefulzombie]

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[edwardcreel]

reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point

[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]

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[prokopetz]

I fully understand why "character A is astounded at the sight of character B's penis" is a specific kink that gets tagged for, but the fact that some platforms choose to tag this kink as "penis awe" is unintentionally very funny. Now I'm picturing penis experience kink tags for all those other allegedly transcendent emotions in the glossary of your Philosophy 101 textbook. Penis faith. Penis Weltschmerz. Penis apprehension of the absurd.

[mcntsee]

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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.

[arysamisu]

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[bebx]

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

[ato-dato]

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

[soimse]

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