#this got angsty

1. "i can't pretend anymore."

Would love Norrix to this, possibly set when they are still just friends and just pining for each other. And then one of them can’t pretend that they are just friends anymore.

This was torture. Every little little brush of Martin's arm against his, every smile, every moment that their eyes met and Martin looked at Lando like he was the center of the universe, was torture. Lando wanted to kiss him. He wanted to take Martin's face in his hands and kiss the smile off his mouth. He wanted to feel Martin's arms around him and hands on him. He wanted to know what it was like to kiss Martin silly, to taste his smile against his. Lando wanted to love Martin openly and fully but Martin only saw him as a friend, and it was killing Lando. He was trying to make it work as he nodded along to the conversation. Martin was explaining something, eyes lighting up with excitement and drink nearly spilling with his enthusiasm. Lando watched him, making the appropirate sounds and comments but all he could hear was the sound of his own heart breaking. He didn't know how he was acting so normal when it hurt to know that at the end of the night, Martin would go home with someone else and not with him. He'd have to watch him walk away, arm around some pretty girl or boy, and Lando would be left with nothing but the bitter taste of his drink on his tongue. "I need air", Lando muttered, setting his drink down and giving Martin and Max a tight smile before pushing through the crowd. He wanted to go home as embarassment stung his cheeks because he felt pathetic. Every time Martin called or Max said Martin would be there, Lando jumped. He never turned them down and it was embarassing. Martin wasn't interested in him. He had never shown anything other than friendship towards him and yet here Lando was, trailing after him like an idiot every time he glanced in his direction. The cold air helped to sooth him as he wriggled his phone out of his pocket. He checked the time, debating if he could just leave and send Max a text that he needed some quiet. max was a good friend, he'd never be pissed at Lando for being socially drained or heading home, but Lando still felt guilty about it. He didn't want to have to avoid his friend just because he couldn't control a crush. He stayed out in the cold. Just gathering his thoughts,pulling himself together and trying to shove down any and all feelings for Martin. It wasn't working. Lando knew he needed time and space but the thought of hurting Martin made him want to cry and so he was stuck.

Or he was stuck until he stumbled back inside and saw Martin dancing with a boy who looked a little too much like Lando for his heart to bear.

The tears pricked his eyes as he stumbled to the bar. He ordered automatically, not even sure what was placed in front of him except for the fact that it was strong enough to drown everything out until the room was spinning.

Lando knew it was a bad idea to get this drunk but he wanted it to stop, and so he drank more until someone replaced his alcohol with water and there was a concerned gaze on his face.

"What is going on with you, Lan?" Martin asked, because of course it was Martin that found him half slumped against the bar, "Somethings been wrong for weeks"

Lando wanted to brush it off but he couldn't. He was tired and hurt and humiliated by his own emotions and wants.

The words escaped him before he could stop them.

"I can't pretend anymore", Lando laughed, shrugging out of Martin's hold as he looked at him sadly, "I can't pretend I'm not madly fuckin in love with you and that it doesn't hurt anymore"

Martin frozen at his words. His mouth a little open, looking completely caught off guard by the admission. He seemed to be searching for words but Lando didn't want to hear them so he patted Martin on the arm and gave him the fakest smile he could muster.

"It's okay. I know you don't like me. I just needed to get it out because it was killing me", Lando babbled, trying to somehow make this all okay despite dropping a bomb on their friendship, "I don't expect anything. I'm gonna...gonna pull back until I can be normal again and you don't feel weird around me, yeah? Don't worry about it"

"Lando, I...", Martin started but he paused, frowning as he looked at the other and that was enough for Lando.

"It's okay. I get it. It's okay", Lando reassured despite the tears pricking his eyes, "I'm going to head home. Tell Max I'll text him when I'm done being embarrassed by myself. I'm, um, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to tell you any of this ever. It's shitty of me so yeah....I'm going to go"

the first time they meet in person is in 2018. reader is confused when she wakes up and natasha isn’t there as usual, until she heads to work. she’s been volunteering at an orphanage started by natasha after thanos’ snap, helping children whose parents were dusted.

so reader and natasha spend the next 1 year falling for each other. they’re in love for 4 years and reader doesn’t have the heart to reject nat’s proposal. ghost natasha doesn’t appear, not until the faithful day of the avengers’ time heist.

reader wants to beg natasha to stay, to switch with someone else. but she knows she can’t play with fate. so she lets natasha go with a love filled kiss.

the minute real natasha steps out of their apartment, ghost natasha appears once more.

Obi-Wan: What if I kill you and bury you somewhere else?

Wei Wuxian:

Wei Wuxian:

I’m so proud of you, lovely!!!!

Thank you Jill! 💗

warnings: injury, blood and one swear word

Alone Together

——

Ain’t it funny how life works

The person you liked the least was the one you ended up being stuck with.

A rescue gone wrong.

The two of you sat in a room, trapped and waiting for the team to come to you on Bobby’s orders after he had radioed and practically yelled at the two of you not to be dumb and ‘hero’ yourself out of there

Buck was grumbling something, a hand pressed to his side. “Something wrong Buckley ?” You turn to him, he blinked. He looked pale, like a sick kind of pale. Sure you didn’t like him but you’d help him if something was wrong.

“Buck?” You called, shifting towards him a bit. His hand fell from his side, he began to topple. Your eyes caught the glimmer of red against the palm of his hand.

Fuck he was hurt.

“Buck, stay with me” You tapped his face, pulling his turnout jacket off. There a huge gash by his hip, he must have cut himself on something when the floor gave out and you two got stuck.

The room was covered in dust and soot, there was nothing clean to use. “Cap, Buck is injured. No pressure but might wanna speed up this rescue team” you radioed.

“How bad is it?” Bobby’s voice rang through.

“I’m no medic but I’m pretty sure I shouldn’t be seeing bone. I’ll try my best to hold him together but-“

“We’re coming as fast as we can” Bobby assured you.

You let go of Buck, letting him fall flat on his back. Pulling off your own turnout jacket, you begin unbuttoning your uniform shirt- the only clean thing that was dust and soot free. You were left in your tshirt when you pressed the clean shirt to his side, putting the pressure on it until you heard him wince.

He’s alive and awake.

“No, you’re not gonna die on me. I won’t have your stupid blood on my hands” You grumbled.

“That’s-“ he coughed, “that’s why you’re doing this?” He mustered up the energy to answer you.

Pausing, you thought for a second. Why were you doing this?

You were both alone in this world but at least you were alone together.

You were probably expecting something sweet and soft but I wanted to do something different and it got angsty on me. I hope you enjoy even with the angsty twist. 

“Here, take my sweater”

Pope’s heart stops when he turns the corner, shock coursing through his veins when he sees JJ on the ground. The other is trying to sit up, hand pressed tightly to his stomach, fingers coated in sticky, red blood. Pope nearly throws up right on the spot. 

But JJ’s blue eyes, tinted dark with pain, have him running forward, nearly tumbling to the ground as he tugs his sweater over his head (specially picked for their date because JJ said he liked it on Pope one time). “Here, take my sweater,” Pope says in a hurry, pressing the material over JJ’s red hand. The blood instantly slips through the deep blue fabric as JJ pulls his hand away just enough for the material to slip under. 

“That bastard had a knife,” JJ growls, anger rolling off of him. He’s so tense that Pope can imagine it’s causing him even more pain.

“It’s okay,” Pope mutters, pulling his phone out to call an ambulance. JJ’s eyes aren’t focused anymore, the blue seemingly swimming as JJ tries to focus on him. “I’m going to call an ambulance.” 

“No! I’m fine,” but JJ can’t get up. He can’t even get his hand under him enough to shift his weight. The action actually has him falling back. Pope barely catches the back of his head before it collides with the cement. 

“I have to call someone, J. I’m worried you’ll bleed out before we can get home,” Pope explains, trying to reason with JJ. The other doesn’t put up a fight though, can’t put up a fight. Pope watches as his eyes seem to close on their own accord and Pope reaches forward to shake him a bit, trying not to jar his wound too much. “Stay with me.” 

“But our date?” The words are slurred as JJ sways and Pope can’t help the laugh that leaves his lips. It’s teary and strained but he loves JJ so much and the fact he’s more worried about ruining their date right now is just so JJ. 

“It’s okay. You can make it up to me,” Pope explains, swallows the lump in his throat as he tries to hold in his tears. He can’t cry yet. He just can’t. JJ needed him to be strong right now, to hold him. 

So Pope calls 911 as he helps JJ lay back, letting JJ’s hand fall to the side as he holds the sweater over his wound. He talks to JJ about their date, about their future together and the other interject every once and awhile, a loopy smile on his lips, a far off look. Pope wishes that look wasn’t from lack of blood but rather happiness, but that’s not the case.