Can you write a lando fic that is angsty.
Y/n is so supportive and always taking care of lando the small and the big things but he unconsciously takes her for granted.
He is really stressed and becomes hurtful, when she achieved something in University or something, he forgets about it and makes her accomplishment feel small and belittles it compared to his. She really feels hurt and betrayed as she is always there for him.
Something along those lines but can you make sure he grovels and begs for forgiveness I want angst but also a happy ending.
what about me
ln4 x reader
warnings: angst, a toxic!lando moment we love to see it
a/n: this is such a good concept stop you’re an actual masterminddddd hope this is good enough to fulfill your vision and im also so sorry that it took me so long to post this i was trying to prefect it and make it everything my dreams are filled of so enjoy 💆♀️🤍🤍
how did it come to this. how could a relationship that was once so sweet turn so sour in what seemed like the blink of an eye. you had asked yourself this so much over the past few months that you had lost count.
when you had first met lando something between the two of you clicked, like there had been an invisible string connecting you two together all this time. lando was so utterly beautiful with his soft laughs, his lust filled eyes, and soft touches. he was so easy to fall in love with. he would surprise you with flowers and take you out on a date night every week no matter what, no matter how busy, no matter the weather, no matter the time.
it wasn’t until 2 or 3 months ago that you had began to notice his sudden change in mood. it started with him forgetting the smallest of things like forgetting plans you had made or even just something as small as forgetting to be back on time at your shared apartment so that he could help with dinner. but of course the forgetfulness would turn into not having enough time for you or not making up for the things he told you he would.
“hey baby sorry i’m home late training was long today” his voice out of breath as he rushed around, kissing your forehead before moving past you towards his closet. “it’s okay babe, your actually here just on time to help me pick my dress” a smile on your face as you held up two dress beside each other one black and the other a dark wine red to let him help you choose but he hadn’t even bothered to look over yet, instead he dug through all of his dress shirts that were hanging in the closet. “dress? for what?” his brows furrowed as he looked over at you for a split second before focusing back on the black dress shirt he pulled off the hanger, taking the shirt he had on and replacing it with the fresh one button by button. “date night remember? you were too tired last week and promised we would do it this week” his eyes finally meeting you for more than a millisecond as he button the bottom of the shirt, his once furrows brows now relaxing as his face shifted into a look of remembrance of his promise to you from last week, a sigh leaving his lips. your smile fading the moment you saw his face shift, you already knew what he was going to say because he had said the week before and the week before that and the week before that. “i’m love i told carlos and a few other drivers that i would go get a drink with them, ill make it up to you,” he moved a few steps closer, cupping you face in his hands as he placed a kiss to your forehead “promise.” and there it was, his favorite word, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say his favorite lie.
soon his excuses would become more obvious that they were just excuses. along with his tone turning more bitter by the day, his temper would show no matter what you said to him whether it be in a sweet tone or an irritated one, fights between you two would happen more often then you kissed, anything that was important to you wasn’t important to him. you knew that he was stressed because of the new up coming season so you tried to give him a pass but when he had your college graduation you were fed up.
“i am there for you every race, every podium, and every accomplishment that you make but the one time, the one time i need you there for me and my accomplishments you don’t show.” by the time your graduation ceremony and party were over night had fallen. you had come back to your shared apartment to find lando already home from where ever he was missing your graduation. he sat on the couch head down and in his hands out of disgust in himself for missing one of the most important moments in your life. graduation cap on the island in the kitchen beside your keys and phone, you standing in front of lando in a flowy white dress you had put on to purposefully put on to look good in your pictures. you had never yelled like this not in your entire life, you were crying but not because you were sad, because you were furious. your name fells from his lips before he began to try and stutter out words. “im s…” “no lando you don’t get to talk, you don’t get to try and make an excuse and lie to my face this time.” you couldn’t tell if he was crying because he hadn’t moved his hands away from his face and looked at you since he asked you where you had been and you told him your graduation. “everyday, every single day i try so hard to tell myself that it’s ok, that i should just give you space, that it’s not your fault and that you’re just stressed but now i finally see that just because you are stressed does not give you a free pass to treat someone like shit let alone me of all people.” you didn’t even care where he was or what he was doing during your ceremony because the only thing that mattered to you was that he was anywhere but there for you. you sighed, bringing your hand up to your wipe your tears as you breathed, your voice breaking from yelling as you spoke up once more “i can’t do this anymore lando i can’t keep trying for someone that doesn’t care.” your words made his stomach drop and for the first time he looked up at you, his eyes red, tear stains on his cheeks “no. baby im so sorry you wouldn’t even believe how sorry i am, i care love, i care so much, please we can fix this” he held your hands in his as he look into your eyes, your head began to shake softly before you pulled your hands out of his grasp “im sorry lando.”
that night you rented a hotel, you just wanted to be alone. you didn’t pack a bag of clothes, you didn’t bring anything other than what you had on, your phone, and your car keys. you knew he was texting you, you knew he was calling you desperately hoping for an answer. staring at the ceiling you felt drained. in the morning you had woken up to see 64 missed calls and 15 texts from lando. he had left you about a million voicemails.
please baby i messed up i know im sorry
i need you
i’m so sorry for everything rude that i’ve ever said to you over the past few months. i’m sorry for all the times i made up shit excuses to skip our date nights i miss them. i miss you.
come back home i’ll take you where ever you want to go baby
i love you so much it hurts to live without you, i should have never treated you badly in anyway i took everything you gave me for granted and if i could go back in time i would undo all of the shitty things i would.
i can’t sleep without out you with me
i don’t know what i’ll do with myself if you leave and never come back babe
please answer.
i can fix this, let me fix this, please just answer your phone
you have a right to be mad at me i know that, that’s fine but just let me talk to you
i can’t lose you.
the thought of us not being together makes my stomach turn please
tell me what you need anything.
pick up baby come on
i love you.
you spent a few days alone thinking. you hadn’t responded to anyone’s texts or calls for days. you had gone to the store to get a change of clothes and then went out to eat. you had needed a few days to yourself more than you thought, it was refreshing to not have to try and make conversation with someone, not having to argue with anyone about anything. you had felt better after a few days to yourself but eventually you had decided that you were ready to go back to the apartment. ready to talk.
when you opened the door he instantly shot up from the couch. it was dark in the apartment but you could see his eyebags from lack of sleep. you didn’t say anything, closing the front door behind you before throwing your keys onto the island in the kitchen, dejavú from how you had come back from your party. you walked straight to the room, grabbing a change of clothes before you went to the bathroom to take a shower.
when you had gotten out of the shower and changed you walked back out to the kitchen. you were met with him sitting at the island in the middle of the kitchen, elbows on table, and hands interlocked in silence. you moved to sit in the stool next to him.
“i care.” his voice cracking and echoing through the quiet and dark apartment. “i need you to know that i care,” he spoke slowly, letting a silence fall before speaking again a few time. “and i need you to know that the thought of us not being together keeps me up at night.” his eyes locked on his fingers picking at one another while you glanced over at him every now and then. “when you left i saw how much i took you for granted. how much i didn’t appreciate every time you smiled at me, every time you kissed me, even just your mere presence.” a sniffle coming from him before he continued “i don’t want us to end. i love you more than i’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life and i don’t think that i would be able to live with myself if we broke up. i know ive broken all of my promises to you but please believe me when i tell you that i will do better. let me make up for every wrong thing i’ve done to you please im begging you.” his body was now fully turned to face you, his hands in your lap as he looked at you with tearful eyes so raw from how much he had cried. “i want us to work, but that can happen if you don’t put the effort into our relationship again.” “i know, i know, i swear that i will make time for you again, ill take you out, ill go to all of your important things, ill do anything for you” “ok” the soft nod of your head as you spoke bringing a relieved breath to travel through lando’s lips before they met the back of your hand. “thank you, im going to make of every broken promise i made to you” placing a soft kiss on your forehead he wrapped you in his arms, heart pounding so fast you could hear it through his chest. “i love you.” “i love you too lan.”
a/n: shhhhhhhh wdym i haven’t posted in a week you don’t know what you are talking abt, it was all a dream you’re delusionallll 😴😴😴 also bye this is like my longest fic i literally but my blood sweat and tears into this and im STILL working on requests 😜
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What…. on EARTH… was going on behind the scenes on the Nanny Diaries
Edit: it was The Perfect Score
how to say "I love you" in x-files [148/?] ⤷ 2.17 — “End Game”
Scully — when you get this message, I’ll be too far away for you to stop me. But where I’m going I can’t allow you to follow. I won’t let you jeopardize your life and your career for reasons purely personal to me. You were right, Scully. You said a line has to be drawn somewhere and I’m drawing it for you here. I’ll contact you when I can.
BITCHHHH HOW CAN SOMEONE LOOK THIS GORGEOUS OML??? 😭😭😭
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steve & natasha au! series / natasha wakes up in a different world.
As a slut for angst today “tolerate it” has been stuck on a loop and now I am imaging an angsty fic where Az just slowly begins to forget about reader and she threatens to leave but he doesn’t take her seriously and is so utterly destroyed when he comes back home and she’s gone…
Like I feel like it’s on brand with him and his duty to his job and whatnot. Plus the lyrics are so him coded “while you were out building worlds where was I” / “took this dagger in me and removed it” LIKE HELLO???
(But I also love a good happy ending so I feel like if azzy groveled hard enough… 👀)
Tolerate it.
Summary: She is fed up.
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A/n: ehehehehehe angsttttt yummy yummyyyy
Enjoy!
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Y/n laughed at Feyre's pathetic attempts at skipping the large puddle on the ground accumulated due to the rains that had Velaris freezing overnight.
Feyre failed miserably, her boots and leggings getting wet from the splash that signalled her downfall against the watery enemy of hers. But Feyre was not fazed. She simply laughed alongside Y/n, her eyes crinkling as the two of them made their way back to the river house.
It was visible already now, Y/n could even make out the grains in the wood of the door as it opened, and her brother in laws, along with her mate, spilled out.
Y/n could see from the corner of her eyes as her sister lit up at seeing her mate, her husband and the father of her child. The moment his eyes met her, she took off, her arms spread as she ran up to him and threw her arms around his neck. Rhysand did not hold back either, clutching Feyre to her chest with as much enthusiasm as she held him.
It made Y/n smile.
Y/n then glanced behind the embracing couple to her mate, the overwhelming urge to hug him too and to claim him in front of anyone watching making her start walking towards him without even realising.
Which was reckless, as the moment he realised she was walking towards him to hug him? He took a step back.
Y/n knew that he hated being affectionate in front of others, but this was cruel.
So to not get embarrassed by his rejection, Y/n turned swiftly towards Cassian, her other brother in law, who stood not too far from where Azriel did, and hugged him instead.
Cassian, Mother bless his heart, did not even question it.
He wrapped his arms around Y/n and literally lifted her off the ground, cackling when Y/n's fist made contact with his shoulder over and over again as she demanded to be put down.
Y/n had to stop herself from thinking back to that day. She did not want to relive the pain she had felt, the sadness and anger.
Y/n watched his eyes fluttering, wondering if he was dreaming. Wondering who he was dreaming about.
It definitely was not her, that was for sure.
Y/n, feeing a little sadness taking root in her heart, returned to the portrait in her hands, questioning if it would even be worth it finishing it up when he sure as hell wouldn't even acknowledge it. Or her.
Y/n glanced at the paint supplies she had placed on the coffee table next to her, having wanted to capture a moment of him letting his guard down, of him being vulnerable using her best paints, knowing he would not care.
She guessed living for as long as he had, life and the small things didn't matter as much anymore. Maybe that was why he loved to go on the missions Rhysand, Y/n's brother in law, gave him.
It probably gave him the thrill nothing else did anymore.
With Y/n's sister just having given birth to the starlight of the court, Rhys had become more and more protective, sending his brothers and anyone and everyone at his disposal to check and report about every trivial thing that made his primal mate and father side get protective.
Slowly, Y/n reached for the brush that rested in the cup half filled with coloured water, deciding to finish the half done portrait. If he did not care... she did not now what she would do then, but she did know she was tired of being tolerated by him.
But what could she even do? It was not like she could just up and leave.
Y/n blinked.
Or... could she?
Y/n shook her head, as if to dislodge the though, and with a sigh, she let herself get lost in the soft skill of painting her sister had taught her long ago, when staying up and huddling under worn blankets was the only thing bringing any warmth.
Trying not to think about the fact that the last time she remembered him caring for her, genuinely caring for her, was only when the two had been in their early stages of relation ship and the mating bond was a very new experience to a newly made fae Y/n, she continued using the soft and strong, long and short strokes to finish up her latest masterpiece.
Of course, Y/n never would call herself a creator of masterpieces, but any and all art that included her perfect mate was destined to be a masterpiece.
Time lost its meaning, and all that mattered was capturing the perfect angle for his eyes, nose, lips, shoulder.
Nothing existed but Y/n, her art, and her muse.
Nothing existed but the soft rise and fall of his back as he lay sprawled on his stomach, the effortless way his wings draped across the whole bed, taking up space three wingless fae could have slept in.
Where Y/n would have slept in, on days when everything had been filled with stars and dreams, wrapped under his warm wing like it were a living blanket.
When he pretended he was nothing, absolutely nothing but her mate. Her husband. Not a spymaster, not a shadowsinger, not a brother. Just her mate, her lover.
Those days were far gone now.
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Despite the fact that she knew he would most definitely not care, Y/n was excited.
And that was downplaying what she felt.
The wait was killing her, the amount of adrenaline in her bloodstream making her want to jump around to get rid of the energy that made her shiver, her limbs going cold and warm at the same time. She had to push her fists together and shove them between her thighs to keep them from shaking, which did not help at all.
So Y/n waited, her body clenched in anticipation as she stared at the doorway that led into the living room, a big grin on her face.
She glanced once at the sketchpad in front of her on the table, admiring her artwork for a moment.
She never liked whatever she made, always feeling like it lacked something. So for her to be excited to show off her art to her mate was a huge indication to how much she loved the portrait.
The familiar scuff of worn boots drew Y/n's attention, and she shot to her feet, pressing her fists to the back of her thighs.
It had become a habit of Azriel's, to purposefully make some noise before he stepped in view so as not to startle her with his appearance.
The action melted Y/n's heart every single time.
He stepped into view, as ethereal as the day Y/n had first seen him as a human, just as beautiful as he had looked that day as he tried to get comfortable on the small chair in the manor on the other side of the wall, just as loveable as that day when she had ended up losing her heart to the low born fae that should have intimated her.
He was fumbling with his armor, making sure it was all secured properly before he left for whatever mission Rhys assigned him for that day.
He glanced up just as he walked past Y/n to the kitchen counter, a small smile gracing his face before his attention was again diverted.
Y/n tried not to deflate at his lack of enthusiasm.
"Good morning love. Look-"
"Good morning Y/n." He cut her off, his voice void of emotions, as if he was tired of saying the same thing every morning and wanted to get it over with. He didn't even glance at Y/n as he said it, and Y/n pretended not to notice that he used her name instead of whatever endearing name he would have picked before.
"I will be on a scouting trip to Illyria, and after I have a meeting and dinner scheduled with Rhys and Cass, so I will be late coming home. Don't wait up."
Y/n's smile faded. "Don't wait up or stay out of my way?"
Azriel froze. "What?"
Y/n released a humourless laugh. "Nothing. Go have fun."
Azriel turned, giving her a hard look. "You know I would rather stay at home with you."
Doubtful.
Y/n so badly wanted to say it to his face, but she did not want to fight with him so early in the morning, so she sighed, smiled and nodded.
He started walking towards the door, and despite her anger, Y/n walked forward to kiss his cheek.
She did not miss how he recoiled.
Y/n masked the hurt before he could see it, and he gave her an awkward smile before he maneuvered to walk around her, careful not to brush against her.
Y/n watched him walk away, staring hard at the door even long after he'd left.
She then glanced at the portrait she had abandoned on the table, and, her heart hardening, turned away.
She was tired of having her love be tolerated, and she would not have it be that way anymore.
Either he accept her love the way it was, loud and clear, or he go find someone else.
And so, she turned, walked up the stairs to the bedchambers she shared with Azriel, and began to turn it back into just his bedchambers.
She would no longer be tolerated only because some godly entity thought she and him would make great, powerful kids and tied them together with a string.
She deserved to be cherished.
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And I'll forget you, but I'll never forgive
The smallest man who ever lived.
the x files is maybe the funniest show ever cause almost always if they do something crazy to mulder or scully in an episode they do roughly that same thing to the other at some point.
were you disappointed that mulder spent all of unusual suspects messing around with the gunmen but scully didn't get to? three of a kind.
angry that scully keeps getting kidnapped or held hostage like in irresistible and our town? kill switch and drive.
annoyed that mulder went crazy in pusher and pulled a gun on scully instead of the other way around? wetwired.
tired of only mulder's exes showing up in fire and the end and making scully jealous? lazarus and all things.
mad that mulder was the only one to be intensely invested in the cases in conduit and paper hearts? beyond the sea and all souls.
frustrated that mulder got to have an ill-advised affair with a murder suspect in 3 and scully didn't? never again.
wish it had been mulder obsessively calling scully while she ignored him in favour of the case in war of the coprophages? chinga.
feel it's unfair that one of mulder's relatives got shot in anasazi while scully's family were all perfectly healthy? the blessing way.
find it odd that only scully had a brain tumour throughout her cancer arc? the gift.
irritated that in duane barry, ascension, and one breath, only scully got abducted and experimented on by aliens, then returned with little to no explanation and stuck in a weird coma for a while? requiem, this is not happening, and deadalive.
I think you’re running from something.
And I think you’re hiding from something.
Maybe we could hide together
@electric-couple crossover prompt