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avalanche by NocturnalMe

Chapters: 2/2

Fandom: The Pitt (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch/Dennis Whitaker, Trinity Santos & Dennis Whitaker

Characters: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Dennis Whitaker, Trinity Santos, Dana Evans, Jack Abbot (The Pitt), Perlah (The Pitt)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mutual Pining, Guilt, Post-Season/Series 02, Bisexual Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Gay Dennis Whitaker, Flirting, Praise Kink, POV Alternating, POV Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, POV Dennis Whitaker, Protective Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Crushes, Awkward Conversations, Cigarettes, Rescue, Harassment

Summary: Michael Robinavitch had an unarguably long list of regrets, some weighing on his conscience more than others, depending on the time of his life they belonged to.

Mind you, the actions he'd done that night weren’t properly a regret per se, he would've intervened regardless given the circumstances; what he regretted was the way he’d behaved, because he hadn't been properly… rational in the situation that’d occurred.

In retrospect, he should've stopped himself before crossing that line he’d been trying to remark himself over the course of the last year or so, however efficiently or not - he should've thought it through instead of jumping in.

And yet…

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You have to want something to pilot a jaeger. Most citizens think it's death, the call of the Breach singing to their minds with a song that every action hero movie knows the lyrics for. Glory, going out fighting the world that suddenly turned on us, giant ass robot. Yeah it's an easy recruitment pitch.

It's why most people fail the test.

Wifies explained it once in an interview. No one could usually get a hold of him, but channel 18 had someone on the inside. He was only doing the interview after some politician's son bombed the tests and the schmuck threatened to sue the program.

He looked tired. Younger than folks expected the director of the Jaeger Program to be - or he needed to do laundry and a faded grey hoodie was all that was clean. Or he didn't care to pander to someone who'd yet to understand humanity needed to work together to solve all this. But there was no ill will in his dark gaze, no sneer in his voice, nor tension in his hands. Just simple facts.

"You have to want to come back. People die every day for this world. I need pilots who'll live for it."

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Summary: After years of being out of ice, Steve just found out about vintage clothes shopping and things with Tony escalated from there.

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Pining, Mutual Pining, POV Steve Rogers, First Kiss, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Avengers Tower | Stark Tower (Marvel), Found Family, Fluff and Humor, Fluff and Mush, Post-Canon, Post-Endgame, Post-Movie: Avengers: Endgame (2019), Fix-It, Post-Canon Fix-It, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Resolved Sexual Tension, Love Confessions, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Divorced Tony Stark, Praise Kink, Pet Names, Explicit Sexual Content, Tony Stark Lives, Domestic Fluff, Oblivious Steve Rogers, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Fluff and Smut, Porn With Plot

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It took Steve years to come to terms with his own body after the serum, especially since he'd woken up in the new century. He never knew how to deal with attention and forwarded advances in his regards, spending a good part of his early life not deemed worthy of even a spared glance surely didn't help the process. Eventually, it just fell in the background, first due to the fact that he'd been on a run for a while, then things had happened too quickly to ponder over such topics.

Even when days had been easier - as easy as they could be for a superhero, it hadn't occurred to him that one of his teammates took a certain interest in staring at him. Or, well, maybe it did occur to him, but at the time he couldn't wander along the trail of thoughts that staring led to. He didn't let himself be deluded by such coincidences.

Because the teammate in question was Tony Stark. During their years of working together, Steve had noticed the lingering, lascivious glances the other man not-so-subtly had used to throw at him. However, the brunet had always had a habit of flirting with whoever he thought was attractive, although his intentions weren't serious most of the time, so Steve had quickly come to the conclusion that it didn't mean much, that it was just an unspoken compliment for its own sake and that was all. As soon as Steve had processed that, he'd decisively purposed that he wouldn't have listened to his treacherous heart. Later on, stuff got complicated and the rest was history nowadays.

Yet, Tony had always made him feel… seen, wanted. In a way Steve rarely felt comfortable with.. And after their reconciliation about eight months ago, that longing staring was back and Steve felt electrified by that interest because Tony had the power of making a person the center of all his attention with his alluring movements and gratifying words.

Lately, that attention somehow carried a deeper layer, and Steve couldn't fully grasp it. Or maybe, it'd always been there and Steve just hadn't noticed it before.

He’d sure noticed the strange, tangible shift in their relationship as soon as they started living in the new, downsized Avengers Tower again. After the battle against Thanos, Tony had faced a long recovery, but he'd always been a stubborn man so of course he’d beaten death, too; even so, the aftermath of what he’d endured was plain to see, the scars that ran from what remained of his flesh arm to his collarbone and neck were proof enough that Tony Stark was first and foremost an incredible man and hero. And Steve had lost count of the amount of hours he'd spent next to Tony's bed at the hospital while waiting for him to be back on his feet. He’d felt he’d owned him at least that, and, well, he’d actually wanted to be there for him, as to fix the damage between them for real, and not only because there was a threat in sight. When that day had finally come, Tony hadn't waited to get home before scribbling notes about the new prosthetic for his missing limb, that’d turned out to be inspired by his Mark 85 suit in design.

Once that problem had been solved and Tony had started sporting his brand new red and gold arm, he confessed to Steve that he adamantly wanted to bring the team, which had grown exponentially since their first mission in New York all those years ago, back together. And Steve couldn't not agree to that plan. Even though Tony and he weren't actively on the field anymore, especially Tony, they still put their experience and knowledge at disposal to the new generation of superheroes.

The oddest aspect of that new found reality was the normality of it. Steve wasn't really used to being still and taking a breath, but he'd been slowly learning. And Tony helped with that. The two started spending time together again, even more than the past, and one of the activities they found themselves doing was walking around the city.

Jonathan and Geoffrey finding themselves in London again, decades later. Jonathan and Geoffrey renting a terrace house. Jonathan and Geoffrey enjoying some peace and quiet after years on the road. Jonathan and Geoffrey getting night time jobs while keeping a watchful eye on supernatural events because it's what they're used to do despite what they tell themselves. Jonathan and Geoffrey catching the attention of a group of late teens who think their house is haunted just to realize it's the just couple that live there now that has an odd routine. Geoffrey scolding the teens because "You don't want to mess with that kind of things" when Jonathan and him see that the group wanted to use a real ouija board to summon the spirits they thought dwelled in the house. "As if I haven't done that before renting it" Geoffrey can't stop himself from saying. And that's how Jonathan and Geoffrey end up teaching them the supernatural's world basic rules.

A sad, dramatic sigh. "We're gonna have to change place again, now. And I like it here."

Geoffrey just pinches Jonathan's cheek while chuckling. "You worry too much, leech."

Jonathan fondly shakes his head, fighting back a smile. "And you've grown soft with years, beloved."

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Searching For A World That Doesn't Exist - Wifies (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Derek | d3rLord3 (Searching For A World That Doesn't Exist), Original Characters Additional Tags: Experimenting with Derek's Knowledge stuff, purely headcanon zone, I would like to stress this is A Headcanon and not the only one i've got of this guy, unreality, disassociating, meant to be a little disorienting, time is also wibbly here bc i know avery searches for him on new years eve, we're kinda just having fun here, What if Derek's Knowledge beam hit him slower? Summary:

Relationship: Aether/Dewdrop

Tags: Feelings Realization, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Jealousy, Fluff and Humor, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Crack, Misunderstandings, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Crack Treated Seriously, Romantic Soulmates, Canon Compliant, Singing, Dewdrop Needs a Hug, Soft Dewdrop, Hurt Dewdrop, Water Ghoul Dewdrop, Love Confessions, Purring Ghouls, Monstrous Ghouls, Found Family, Not Beta Read, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Matchmaking, First Kiss, Banter

Summary: After his element change, Dewdrop thought he couldn't love and be loved, considering himself too fucked up for that kind of stuff. Yet, the only constant in all he’d been through was Aether. Aether, who he considered his best friend, who never left his side once.

What could that possibly mean?

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There was a party going at the Abbey that night. Not for any special reason whatsoever, the Ghouls just wanted to have some fun after they got back from the last part of the European leg of the current tour: a few members had left, being sent to other abbeys, while new additions had arrived, so the old guard thought it would've been good to spend some time together without the stress of touring and rituals. At least for a few weeks before packing up and flying to America for the Ultimate Tour Named Death.

That was the reason why Dewdrop found himself leaning against a wall in the Ghouls’ quarters as he casually drank his blond beer, cold gulp after cold gulp. As much as he liked to cause havoc and have people’s attention all on himself on stage, he wasn't in the mood for that at the moment. In fact, his gaze had been following Aether for a while, now, as the quintessence ghoul was busy chatting amicably with Swiss and Cirrus just a couple of meters away from where he stood.

He emitted a deep sigh, his eyes dropping briefly down to the gold liquid still foaming in his mug.

His mind had been to all sorts of places lately during the A Pale Tour Named Death. Stuff.. happened some months before it kicked in and, even though more than a year passed since then, the fire ghoul still had to adjust to his new, foreign situation. And that wasn't easy, not for someone like him. Not after what he'd been through..

“Hey, firefly, are you alright?”

That voice immediately made his attention snap back to the present. Wait. When did Aether appear in front of him? How long had he been dissociating?

Despite his inner stupor, Dewdrop just shrugged his shoulders in reply, before taking a long sip.

The quintessence ghoul slided next to him, then nudged him playfully. “Don't lock me out.” he asked him, a hint of a gentle smile showing on his face, that couldn't quite hide the real worry that veiled his periwinkle hues.

Dewdrop tensed at those words, before grimacing. “Sorry, I was just..” he threw a quick glance at his side, where Aether waited patiently for him to continue. “Thinking.” he conceded at last, the grimace only deepening, then he scoffed, a puff of smoke slipping from his nostrils, not a good sign whenever that happened.

Aether only nodded, humming in understanding, and silence followed. “You're gonna heat it up if you keep doing that.” he teased him after a drawn out, poignant pause and suddenly the fire ghoul realized the glass was scolding hot under his fingers, smoke was swirling from the clawed tips. “You like the taste of piss, Dewy?” his friend’s amused chuckle should've made his blood boil further, yet his chest only felt tighter upon hearing it.

“Fuck off.” Dewdrop growled under his breath as he willed his body temperature to cool down. “That's Swiss, not me. Go ask him.” he spat then, rolling his sharp eyes.

Antimo watched him carefully and a tender smile curled the corners of his mouth. “Do you want to sleep here?” he asked, cupping one side of Lucanis’ jaw with a hand. “You look exhausted.” he brushed his thumb on his cheekbone, worry showing on his features as he looked at him. He didn't want him to collapse somewhere on his way back to his room, although he knew Spite would've taken care of him somehow.

The Crow felt his body stiffen at that proposition as his mind started reeling despite himself. “I-I don't want to disturb you-” he was about to decline, but the expression on Antimo's face made his chest seize up.

“You never do. I'll meditate some more.” the Mourn Watcher swiftly chased any doubt away as he pressed his palm ever-so-gently against the man's cheek. “Please stay.” he insisted, tilting his head to the side.

Lucanis swallowed around a lump in his throat, his lips trembling as he eagerly leaned on that touch. “Alright.” he yielded at last, closing his eyes. Enjoying warm skin against his. Inhaling that familiar scent that he would've recognized everywhere as Antimo's. Listening to his breathe.