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The Candle That Burns Deep pt 2

Part One

@sadhours my beloved here is the second part, thank you for requesting hehee ily

CW: Cheating, blow jobs, Unprotected sex, breeding kink if you squint??

Steve Harrington x Bi!reader (sorry once again Robin rip)

You felt terrible.

It was slowly killing you inside. The awful things that you did. And who you did it with. Steve should've been the last person you sought out. Him and Robin were close, like siblings. Platonic soulmates. you were sure he knew more about her than you did.

You had debated about telling her, then ultimately decided not to. You weren't sure what she would do if she found that that you had slept with Steve. You didn't want to hurt her.

But that didn't stop the guilt from eating at you. It got worse every day and you found yourself doing whatever you could to avoid Steve. Any time you were in the same room it grew awkward. There was tension now, strong and thick. You feared that Robin would grow suspicious.

But it was hard. It was so frustratingly difficult to stay away from Steve. You swore you didn't feel anything for him before, even if you were aware of how attractive he was.

You were drawn into him now, forced to stare at his floppy hair and big brown eyes. You enjoyed the way his pink lips curled into a smile, how his teeth were always white and shiny. He spoke with his hands and had so many moles and freckles that you were sure you could spend hours counting.

You were, without a doubt, fucked.

“What’s this for?” His warm voice rang through the kitchen, taking you by surprise as you jolted in your spot. You cleared your throat, avoiding his soft gaze as you pretended like you weren't just thinking about him.

“Our anniversary,” You spoke slowly, sternly, “Mine and Robin’s.” You clarified, furrowing your eyebrows together in worry that he may somehow think you were speaking about him. That was silly.

“She’ll like that,” Steve responded, unable to help himself as he used his finger to swipe off a piece of the icing. He met your eyes, watching the way the colors intensified as he brought the icing onto his tongue slowly, “Sweet.” He mumbled as he licked his finger clean, quite happy with the way you couldn’t tear your eyes away.

“Steve-,” You dragged out slowly, unsure of what you were really going to say. All you could do was stare at the way his tongue flicked out against his fingers. You pictured his fingers inside of your cunt, buried deep as he lapped at your clit.

You both froze, the hair on you standing straight up as you listened to Robin come clambering down the hallway. She had a cheery look on her face, but it disappeared as she looked at you two. You felt your heart crash to the floor, sure that she knew.

“Oh you dingus,” Robin whined as she looked at the cake, “You messed it up.” She responded as she gestured towards the cake. You exhaled, feeling like you had almost lost the ability to breathe.

“I took one little lick, you can’t even notice.” Steve scoffed, brushing her off as he leaned against the counter in amusement. You did your best not to stare, trying to ignore the way his shirt drifted up over his midriff.

“You put your nasty finger in it, of course I’m going to notice.” She huffed, shaking her head as she moved her arms around your waist.For the first time in your relationship, you shied away, unable to handle her touching you while Steve was staring so intensely.

"Do you want a Coke?" You asked her instead, playing it off as you opened the fridge, "I'm so thirsty." You drew out playfully, sighing deeply like you were parched.

"Sure," She said, looking at you curiously as you took several swigs from the can before you handed it to her. You wiped the liquid away from the corner of your lips, swallowing the bubbles roughly as you ignored Steve's look, "You alright?" Robin looked at you curiously, her gaze and tone softer as she inspected you.

"Mhm," You responded quickly as you handed the can towards her. You took a silent inhale, keeping your features relaxed as you reminded yourself that everything was fine, “I can cover the icing up anyways.” You said a second later, shrugging your shoulders like it wasn’t a big deal.

“I guess,” Robin replied, still looking a little disgruntled as she turned towards the cake once again, “You know, Steve is like our toddler practice.” She said teasingly, fully expecting him to laugh along.

“What does that mean?” He asked curiously, almost looking offended as he rested a hand on his hip. You stared for a moment, trying not to think about how long and slender his fingers were. You quickly took another gulp from the can, needing to satisfy your hunger in some way.

It had been hard, so desperately difficult not to think about him when you were Robin. But it was like he’d invaded your mind. He was all you could think about. You missed how his lips molded against yours, how his tongue felt against your clit and how his cock stretched your fluttering walls. You pressed your legs together, suddenly a lot more bothered than before.

“We’ve talked about kids before,” She said as she knitted her eyebrows together, “You’re like the perfect practice. We’ll know what to expect.” She replied again, laughing a little bit as she turned your way again. You pressed a stiff smile against your lips, feeling like you’d long forgotten the mention of children.

“I didn’t know you wanted kids.” Steve said as he pulled his lips into a gentle frown, then shrugged his shoulders like he wasn’t bothered by it. But you caught the look in his eyes; accusing. You felt the walls around you suddenly closing in.

"I'm going to get ready. I'll be down soon." You told her, already dreading what the night would hold. You felt like you were doomed, like soon all of your secrets would come pouring out. Or that she would just know. Both scenarios terrified you.

You locked yourself into your shared bedroom, holding your palm flat against your chest as you willed your heart to calm down. You were so panicked about Robin finding out, but even more worried that you didn't regret what happened. You feared that meant it would happen again. It couldn't. But deep down, you knew that you wanted it to.

You stared at yourself in the mirror for the longest time, breathing in deeply until the guilt was erased from your eyes. Everything would be fine. It would never happen again and you would never hurt Robin. That should be no problem.

But the more you stared, the more you imagined Steve approaching you. You thought of the way his hands slid against yours, how his warm breath felt against your face and how he looked at you with such adoration. It left you weak all over again.

"Hey," Robin popped her head in, making you jolt as her blue eyes scanned over your form for just a second, "I'm gonna run and go pick the food up, do you want anything to drink?" She asked bubbly, eyes wide with delight as she approached.

"Is Steve going?' You asked as you pressed your fingers together. Your anniversary dinners with Robin were always the same. Burgers and fries from the restaurant you used to work at, where you met her. It was romantic, everything you could ask for. Yet you didn’t want to spend the night with her. You were losing your mind.

"To get our anniversary dinner?" Robin questioned sarcastically, making you force out a laugh in response. Of course he wasn't. You'd be alone with him. Perfect. You felt like you needed to chain yourself to your bed, but perhaps he’d like that as well.

"Right," You nodded your head, "Sorry. Silly question." You responded, pulling a smile to your lips as she kissed the corner of your mouth. You breathed in deeply, pretending to be busy as she left. You just needed to distract yourself until she got back.

You fussed with the sheets on the bed, then with the clothes you were wearing. The room soon became too much for you; constant reminders of how happy you two were. How loyal you once were. It was driving you mad.

You slowly shut the door behind you, trying not to make a noise as you then dragged yourself down the hallway. You lingered near Steve's room for just a second too long, making you shake the thoughts from your mind. A shower. You needed a really cold shower.

You startled as you turned the corner, nearly bumping into the person you were trying to avoid as he tumbled from the bathroom. Steam rolled out of the room with him, leaving you in a cloudy haze as water dripped from his hair and onto his smooth shoulders.

His hands fell to your waist, holding you steady so you didn't topple straight into his wet skin. Your body burned where he touched, lighting your body into thick flames. You moved your eyes across the hair on his chest, across the moles that decorated his skin like constellations.

"Funny meeting you like this," He mumbled as his hands stayed glued to your hips, making all of your insides melt as you met his dark eyes, "What are you rushing around for?" He asked, his eyes more brown than green. They were pretty, really pretty.

"Just getting ready for Robin," You replied once you found your voice, trying to act like you weren't picking out the different colors in his eyes, "She'll be here soon." You said, trying to remember where you were going for your picnic. It all seemed so far away now, like a distant dream.

"Maybe," He said in agreement, speaking slowly as his eyes stayed glued to your lips, "Traffic is pretty bad at this time." He breathed out as he brushed his thumbs into your flesh. It was enough to topple you over.

“Sometimes,” You agreed softly, trying to will yourself to push him away. It was like your body reacted in the opposite manner, shifting a little closer as you were sure he could hear your heart beating from this close distance, “Not always.” You nodded your head, watching the way his pink lips twitched into the slightest hint of a smile.

“I didn’t know you wanted kids,” He said at last, shaking his head softly as his gaze continued to linger against your mouth, “You never told me that.” He mumbled, looking like he had a thousand different mischievous thoughts lingering in his mind.

"Steve," You breathed out softly, hotly as you stared at his pretty hazel eyes, "This can't happen again." You told him, wishing that your voice was fierce and stern. You felt weak, knowing just how badly you wanted him. You wondered if he was just toying with you, trying to prove how weak you were.

"What can't happen again?" He asked, his eyes drifting down towards the curve of your lips. You darted your eyes across the freckles on his nose, desperately wanting to see just how far they decorated his skin.

"Us," You mumbled, fully aware of how close he was to you now, "It's wrong." You told him, feeling the electricity forming between the two of you. You thought of how well his cock had fit inside of you, how your walls had hugged his girth snuggly.

His gaze was dark and heavy again, just as it had been that night. You drifted your lips across his pretty pink lips, thinking of how nicely they'd molded against your own. You wanted to taste him again, badly.

"I thought it was our little secret?" He asked, shrugging his shoulders softly as if it was no big deal. Your skin erupted into flames as he continued to press his thumbs against your skin, nearly making you fall to your knees as you felt the shameful feeling fill you again.

You met his eyes fully for a moment, realizing just how desperately he wanted it too. You could deal with the guilt later; could live with it for the rest of your life. You just needed one thing at the moment. Him.

He brought his lips down against yours first, kissing you soft and hesitant. You moved your lips just as shyly before your body picked up, pressing yourself flush against his body as your mouth moved against his more urgently.

He brought his large hands to your face, cupping your cheeks as his lips became rough against yours. It was sloppy, messy and you savored it all. There was something primal about kissing Steve, something that made you melt as desperate sounds left his lips.

Your tongue fell against his, lapping at his mouth as thoughts about how wrong it was slowly disappeared. All you could focus on was him. How nice he smelt, how warm his skin felt against yours and how he gripped you tightly. Like he was afraid he was going to lose you.

You pushed him back, enjoying the way a groan left his mouth and tingled across your lips. It made you that more feverish, desperate to feel more of him as you tugged the towel free from his waist. You stared for a moment, pleasure rushing between your legs as you observed his hardened cock.

All previous thoughts had disappeared as you kissed down the curve of his neck, enjoying the soft sounds that rolled off of his tongue. He had the prettiest groans. It made your stomach twist in pleasure, made you desperate as you fell to your knees.

A gasp left his lips as he stared down at you, eyes dark and hazy as you wrapped your fingers around his thick girth. You enjoyed how he filled out in your hand, how pink his tip was and the way he throbbed against your skin. He felt so thick and heavy against your palm, something that no toy could compare to.

"S'pretty," You breathed out, not caring how it sounded as his hips moved in the motions of your hand. You took a broad lick of the length of his cock, savoring how heavy and warm he felt against your tongue, "Like that?" You whispered, desperate to hear just how much he enjoyed you.

"Mhm," He groaned as he threaded his fingers through his own hair, his eyebrows wrinkling together as you wrapped your lips around his tip. You bobbed your head slowly, flicking your tongue across the underside of his cock as you breathed in the fresh scent of him, "Jesus, fuck. S'nice." He mumbled as he pressed his hips forward, thrusting his long cock further inside of your mouth.

Your lips burned as they stretched around his thick girth, your throat aching at the way he kept hitting the back of your throat. You felt your eyes fluttering from the rough motions but refused to look away from his pleasure. You wanted to keep it in your memory, to savor it.

You moved your head in the motions of his thrusts, moaning at the way he continued to snap his hips forward. His groans filled the hallway, tickling at your ears as you slowly squeezed at his balls. It earned a cry from him, making your movements a little faster as you desperately wanted to hear more from him.

Drool slid from the corner of your mouth as you gagged roughly around him. You moved your fingers around his base, spreading your drool across his exposed girth as you lapped at the sides of his cock. You moved your other hand to his thigh, keeping yourself balanced as you felt your clit throbbing in anticipation.

“Fuck, Jesus Christ,” He whined, making your thighs twitch together as you did your best to keep from seeking friction. He wasn’t fully touching you yet, but you could already feel how wet you had grown, “Such a slutty mouth, taking my cock so good. Fuck. God.” He spit out, cheeks burning as he stared down at you with hooded eyes.

You gagged as you pressed more of him down your throat, furrowing your eyebrows tightly as you tried to concentrate on your motions. You wanted to impress him, to show just how good you could handle him. And you wanted to feel him, to taste him all over your tongue and down your throat.

"Wait, wait," He breathed out roughly as he slowly slid his hard cock from your mouth, making a pout form on your lips as he panted out, "Wanna feel you. C'mere." He begged as he tugged you back onto your feet.

Your thighs trembled, your knees threatening to give out as he pressed you up against the wall. You ignored the way the pictures that were hanging shook, how they threatened to fall as he began stripping you from the clothes you had so delicately put on. You didn’t care about how you looked after, about how risky it was. You just needed him.

They fell into a pile by his towel, joining the discarded mess as he hooked your leg over his waist. You held onto his biceps, gasping as he began to drag his pink tip over your pretty pussy. He sighed roughly, a whine slipping free as his anguish rang free in your ears.

"Tell me to stop," He begged as he dropped his forehead against yours, his nose bumping against your skin softly, "Tell me to go away." He groaned as he slid his cock through your folds again, making you grind your hips forward.

You should. You should push him away and tell him to never touch you again. That was the smart thing to do. You didn't do that though. You couldn't even think about doing that. You needed him, no matter the consequences. It felt too good.

"I want you," You said softly, slowly as you brought your eyes up towards his again. You rubbed your palms across his jawline, then cupped his chin. He met your eyes, making your heart thump slowly as your stomach twisted. It was too intimate, far too intimate, "Please. I need you."

He nodded his head in agreement, groaning as he gripped the base of his cock and slowly slid himself inside of your wet hole. He kept his eyes on you the whole time, his lips slowly parting as he slowly slid in inch by inch. You gaped, letting your head fall back against the wall as the pleasure spread through your body. You wanted to look at him too, but it was too hard to try and concentrate when it felt this good.

His cock stretched you out, making your eyes flutter in bliss as he bottomed out inside of you. He rubbed at the back of your thigh, grunting as he slowly rutted into you. Your back fell against the wall, your chest flush against his.

A loud sigh left your mouth as you were sure nothing had ever felt this good before. You rocked against him, crying out at the way his cock curved inside of you. He fit snuggly, the tip of him pressing against your bundle of nerves with each little movement. It was like he was a part of you, molding against your skin.

"Steve," You moaned as you dug your fingertips into his flesh, desperately needing him closer as he built up a steady rhythm. His skin met yours with urgency, rocking into you deeply as you pressed yourself even closer to him, "More. Please, please. I need you."

His grunts filled your ears, blending with the sound of your moans as you dragged his cock in and out of your wet cunt with a new sense of desperation. You moved your hands to his strong jawline, gripping him tightly before you brought your mouth up against his.

Your lips molded against his nicely, fitting perfectly before he slid his tongue against yours. You moaned at the sensation, whimpering as your stomach coiled in pleasure. The back of your neck grew warm and sweaty, your body burning at the perfect way his cock fit inside of you. Like a missing puzzle piece.

"Jesus," He grunted as he pulled away, a line of spit connecting you two as he rutted deeper into your cunt, "Feel so good. You feel so fucking good. So wet and tight. She’s squeezing me so good." He rambled out hoarsely, moaning between each word.

His words spread through your body, tickling you with pleasure and deep lust as you dragged your lips against the side of his mouth. You clung to him, squeezing roughly as the sound of your flesh meeting bounced off of the walls.

He gripped your hips a little tighter, moving you along the length of his cock with a fresh urgency. You could feel yourself leaking around him, pulling him in deeper as you felt yourself losing sense of time and where you were. All you could focus on was him, on how he felt like he was a missing puzzle piece to yourself.

"God, Stevie," You whined as you rocked your hips against him, feeling incoherent with pleasure as your legs began to tremble, "Right there, oh my God. Fuck, fuck." You squealed in bliss, crying out as the pleasure tumbled through you.

He licked at his fingers quickly before he brought them down between your legs, rubbing at your sensitive clit quickly. You cried out, gripping his biceps tightly at the way he rolled circled into your throbbing bud.

Steve’s features were wrinkled up in pleasure, his eyebrows knitted together as he roughly dragged his cock in and out of your cunt. You whined at the obscene sounds your bodies made as they met, almost like your own sinful melody.

Your body seized, your clit throbbing roughly as your pussy clamped down around his cock. You could feel him throbbing inside of you, pulsing as you shook around him. Your high washed over you, making you cry out from it all.

“Fuck,” He groaned as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, thrusting into you slowly and deep as your orgasm continued to tingle through your body, “So fucking close. You feel so good.”

“Gonna cum inside me, Steve?” You asked him, whispering into his ear as his moans turned into whines. It made your body shiver, your fingers dig deep into his skin as he held you close. You could feel his sweaty skin pressing against yours, almost like you were molding together.

“Jesus,” He groaned loudly before burying his face in your neck, moaning as he bottomed out inside of your wet cunt, “Fuck, fuck.” He whined, his cock twitching as thick ropes of his cum filled your fluttering hole.

You brushed your cheek against his, enjoying the way he panted into your skin as the feeling washed over you. Everything felt so good, like you were on fire. You didn’t want to let go of him this time. It was sinful, dirty. But it was yours. Your own little secret to keep. You could live with that.

He stayed there for a moment, breathing heavily against the crook of your neck as you both tried to come down from your high. You whined in protest, missing the feeling of his cock already as he slid himself free.

You were worried this time, looking at the way he dipped away as if he couldn’t look at you. You didn’t want that. You didn’t want Steve to hate you.

Your words died at your tongue as he knelt in front of you, making you croon as he gave your clit a gentle kiss. He looked up at you, chuckling and eyes full of amusement before he tapped your left foot.

You raised it, obeying him as he slid your panties around your ankle. You switched motions a second later, heart racing at the gentle way he slid your panties up over your thighs. He played with the band for a moment, then snapped it against your skin as he pulled away with a smirk.

“I think you should go on your cute little date,” He said slowly, making your eyes snap towards him in confusion, “All filled with my cum, don’t you think?”

Some tags for those who were interested in part two :)

@pootcullen @prettypeachsworld @bobbilionstar

#steve harrington #Steve Harrington smut #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington x fem!reader #Steve Harrington x you #Steve Harrington x bi!reader #Steve Harrington x reader smut #Steve Harrington x yn #Steve Harrington cheating

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satan-plundered-our-oceans · 3 days

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I saw your bakugou with sibling reader! I loved it and would like to ask for a continuation

Maybe when the reader gets their quirk? And how would the family and others react if it does turn out to be more powerful than his

★。／ plus ultra: echo burst! ＼。★

pairing: bakugo x gn!sibling!reader (part two!)

(here's a link to part one if you haven't read it yet!)

fandom: boku no hero academia

word count: 5.4k

tw: none! purely some platonic, wholesome fluff. of course, a bit of cussing from bakugo, and some canon typical violence, unedited because i’m too tired for that- (very little violence, only implied/mentioned, little baby y/n bakugo doesn’t need that–)

notes: this is my first fic sequel! on my old blog, i had a sequel planned out and requested of bakugo’s sibling ending up quirkless, so if anyone wants to see a secondary sequel about a quirkless!sibling as well, let me know! but of course, they/them pronouns for little sibling bakugo, and please enjoy! thank you again for requesting this fic anon!

! be sure to like and reblog if you enjoyed !

‘don’t touch that y/n.’

katsuki bakugo reluctantly holds onto the tiny, chubby hand of his little sibling, dragging them haphazardly through a crowded market aisle. despite being late to your appointment at the doctor, you had begged him to take you to get ice cream afterwards. your appointment had gone well, and mitsuki had demanded he do anything you wanted today.

he decides to let you loose in a merchandise store just off the side of the street. it’s the same one where you had gotten your all might onesie, and your favourite lunch boxes. he wouldn’t be surprised if it was the same place deku got all his merch too.

looking around at the merch, he can’t help but think of your appointment, though it hadn’t really bothered him at all before now.

things were great. your joints in your little toe showed you would get your quirk at some point, it would develop, which would no doubt relieve his mother - she had long ago begun doubting whether you would end up quirkless, and the idea had concerned her until she had almost driven herself mad. but, according to him, you were fine. a quirk would come to you eventually, it just had to develop, and he told bakugo that things would be fine with a hearty smile on his round face.

it had made him think - he would only admit that it was briefly - what it would be. your quirk. would it be explosive like his own or would it be defensive or weaker? despite thinking of this too, he didn’t really have the heart - and he had one, deep down, for you - to think of his sibling any differently.

‘katsuki!’ you come running up to him, a round bandaid on your bare arm from the blood test you undertook. you cried a little, but toughed it up, your eyes still slightly red. in your arms is a soft midnight plush, and you hold it out to him with the biggest grin he’s probably ever seen. ‘can i get a midnight?’

he looks at it for a moment. he doesn’t even bother asking how much it might be before he deflates at the doe-eyed look you give your big brother. you walk him to the counter and hold his hand while he pays for your new plushee. one you definitely didn’t need.

with midnight plush in hand, you let him lead you out of the store.

bakugo isn’t stupid, he knows the city isn’t safe when it gets darker. he knows that villains lie on almost every corner, and that he can’t always predict when or where they might strike. he had let you drag him anywhere, and stupidly he followed. because what kind of brother would he be if he denied you? that’s how he ends up halfway across the city and carrying you home while you doze off on his shoulder. your midnight plush pressed tightly between your backs. but something passes overhead, a dark shape in the sky. a shop alarm rings out through the blackness of the street. the night lights flicker on.

it’ll only take him about fifteen minutes to get you home. but even he can feel the slightest thrill of fear that sets in. a prickling on his skin.

then a bin in the alley rattles and knocks over. from the quick flash he can see, it’s not one of the villains he’s seen before, or at least no one important enough to remember. his grip tightens around your legs, hoisting you higher on his back before he continues his walk home, his steps quickening despite himself.

your head lolls on his shoulder, your face pressed into his shirt.

‘kat? what’s wrong?’ he doesn’t answer you, only slides you onto the concrete quickly and hides you behind an alcove in the storefront. he makes sure you’re hidden by the foliage hanging overhead. ‘katsuki?’

‘stay here, ok?’ he tells you quietly, ruffling your hair a little bit to calm the panicked glaze in your eyes. it doesn’t work. his parents were always better at this stuff. ‘don’t make a sound.’

you’ve watched katsuki fight before. you’ve seen villain attacks that he got caught up with on the news, as a u.a student it’s almost expected. but this is different. you had never seen it in person. never felt the heat radiating off his explosions, seen the buildings behind this villain crumble on impact, never felt the ringing of your ears when it finally bursts. no, this is different. katsuki has only been hit once or twice, dodging the villains knives that seem to almost miraculously float around him, flying in any direction he pleases. it scares you, just how close it feels now. you don’t think you like it very much at all.

but then katsuki dodges one of those flying knives, and on his cheek a shallow wound oozes a trickle of blood. he wipes it away nonchalantly, like this happens all the time. you had never seen something like this, he was always patched up by the time he came home to see you. but this is terrifying.

without a thought, you leap forward from the alcove, little legs pounding the pavement as you plant yourself in the space between katsuki and the villain. your little arms outstretched to protect your brother, your midnight plush clutched in your fists. fat tears roll down your round cheeks and your lip trembles. the villain laughs at you, you think. and katsuki yells at you to reach cover again. maybe he barks out some threat, hoping it would scare you enough to run away. but it doesn’t. instead, you let yourself be curled into his arms and you hold midnight like a beacon. your crying erupts into earth-shattering screams.

a shockwave bursts from your fingers, the force pulsating in your skin and travelling up your arms. it hurts a little bit, makes your arms shake. your knees feel weak as you hold it, the bubble growing until it pins the villain against the alley wall. it crumbles under his weight, pushing his form against the brick. even if you wanted to you wouldn’t be able to let it go.

‘y/n, it’s okay, it’s okay,’ katsuki soothes with a hand on your head, shielding your gaze from the villain as he finally falls limp to the floor. not quite dead, not yet at least. ‘let’s go home, yeah?’

you nod up at him, and the shockwave droops, it fades, becoming a small bubble around you and your brother, encasing you in safety as you play with the tips of midnight’s hair.

katsuki doesn’t quite understand it immediately, but it clicks for him as he reaches the front step of your home, looking down at your sleeping form cradled in his arms, he realises just how powerful your quirk could be. your cheeks are red and splotchy from your crying before, and yet you look almost peaceful.

he moves aside your hair, and looks down at your face.

despite knowing you would always be an amazing hero, now he knew for sure. now he could probably brag that his little sibling was going to surpass even all might.

maybe, he wouldn’t mind you surpassing him either, if you kept smiling like you had.

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greenbergsays · 13 hours

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I started rewatching Leverage again, because...I have a problem, obviously (what is this, the third time in like six months???)

And if I had to give you ONE criticism of Leverage--and it would be difficult, because I love it so--but if I had to give you ONE, it would Eliot and his background

I've had a problem with the Leverage: Redemption episode on Eliot's father since I saw it but I didn't realize HOW big of a problem I had with it until I watched the show again after seeing it

Because all of the early seasons set Eliot up to have an abusive father. The almost-stereotypical drunken redneck white dad that ignores you until you've done something wrong kind of thing. The kind of pathetic father figure that expects to mooch of you for the rest of your life, because he raised you, damn it.

And then they retconned it

Now, I know what you're thinking

"Des," you say. "Why would you want him to have that kind of background?"

I don't, really. But every little hint we get of his background points toward that

Actually, if you want me to be totally honest, some of the stuff he says kind of hints at him having some sort of sibling figure, too

02x02: The Tap Out Job, Eliot says, "I can take the beating."

And those words have weight. They have meaning. Eliot is thinking of something very specific when he says it, and it's not new. It's an ancient hurt, an old scar that still throbs when he thinks too hard on it.

But that, more than anything, those words hint that Eliot's been a Protector Role his whole life, shielding others from harm.

That kind of background would also explain why he got his hands dirty early on, because when you're in that kind of pain, you cause other people pain before you realize--if you ever do--that you've become the monster in someone else's story and you don't want to be that, so you change. You can't take back what you've done and it haunts you, but you try to do better.

All of this would explain the huge fight Eliot and his father got into the night before he went to basic and why he never went back

I don't really have a point to this post, it's just something I've had in my head the last couple of rewatches and I figured it wouldn't go away until I got it out of my system

#greenberg watches #leverage #cw: mentions of abuse #eliot spencer

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missilelaunchernuke · 24 hours

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Do you think Ariane ever wanted her mom? Like because when we’re in pain, or scared or really anything we tend to want our mothers, so it’d be natural for Ariane to want her mother. GOD I IMAGINED IN ARIANES LAST MOMENTS BEFORE THE BIORESONANCE THING SHE WAS CRYING FOR HER MOM

Now that got me thinking, what about the replikas?? Do they long for the neural pattern’s mothers even though they’re not biologically their child?? When they destabilise I mean, like imagine a dying STAR on the battlefield calling out for her neural patterns mom oh my days

You guys cannot convince me ariane did not want her mom, especially with how she was raised I would reckon they had a very close bond. I wish there was more stuff surrounding ariane’s mom and even the itou twins mom like who is she?? Anja Itou or Lilith itou?? I would think Anja, because Lilith never had a male lover (that we know of) but she had Alina. Lilith being a possible older sister to them seems like a much more likely scenario than their mother, and personally on how lilith’s personality is shown (this is with the theory that she’s Elsters neural pattern) she probably would not want kids

And if the case was that Lilith was their mom, realistically then, Elster would’ve most likely atleast had some more instinct to protect isa— meanwhile with a sibling you really don’t have that urge (unless their like a baby) and honestly, I think Lilith and the twins wouldn’t of known each other for that long. Lilith would’ve been just a faded memory from childhood [if I’m correct on the timing of when Lilith might’ve been put into whatever they do to the replika neural pattern and that she is Elsters neural pattern] I mean, the faint possibility of her being the twins mother is that if Alina was their second mother, but that doesn’t make sense: Ariane is often portrayed as a ‘clone’ in a way of Alina, looking almost exact same as her. So why would Alina be their second mom? And it wouldn’t be possible because Alina was in the sierpenski as we know it,

So that would leave Anja to be their mother, Lilith? Maybe a cousin or older sister. Looking at Isa (assuming that Erika looks basically the same) she looks like she would relate to Lilith but not in a mother and daughter way; more like a cousins or sisters way. And What is the deal with Alina?? Is she just meant to be Lilith’s lover, or does Ariane end up being like some reincarnation of her? Or is Alina in retrospect just made to be that person Ariane triggers Elsters neural pattern memories with? But that would make her character practically basic if she only had one purpose. But I can’t figure out what she’s even here for, maybe she doesn’t really have a purpose? Some characters in fiction might not have proper purpose but they’re very important to plot I think,

Oh the ariane having acute radiation syndrome, she would be in SO much worse of state in reality, burns everywhere only getting worse, skin cells dying, even her bone marrow [i forgot if this parts correct shh] possibly started to degrade [I think I’m thinking of chromosomes], her teeth falling out, her organs dying from the inside out, losing absolute control over her own bodily fluids, I understand that it’s probably for creepy affect with her very basic black arms and legs to show nercotic skin but realistically ariane would’ve been dead much sooner when the radiation kicked in, even with the cryo medical pod. We all know of the person who had severe radiation poisoning, he died after a long battle. Considering Ariane would’ve practically be begging Elster— if Elster didn’t die first, because to me atleast, Replikas much more fragile when it comes to things like radiation, excluding MNHR units. They would start to degrade faster than a human would,

Ariane would be in so much pain, her skin wouldn’t even turn black it’d fall off exposing muscle and nerves. And her hair doesnt make sense, when someone has that much radiation and Ariane probably got out through so much more radiation, her hair would’ve fallen OUT, not grown. She would’ve looked like a burned mummy, and most likely. Elster wasn’t Alive to see any of Ariane’s true pain, yet Ariane probably would’ve still chosen the Penrose program. Why? Because hearing how sierpenski is that shit is SCARY. But also, we all know of Ariane’s bullying on rotfront. With how much she was getting bullied [I heard she even got put in hospital temporarily?? Idk if that’s right] she would of course pick that option. It’s like giving someone the option to choose: Go to school for years, Go for a year and get all of your diplomas immediately [of course it’s not a accurate comparison but shut up]

Bullying fucking ruins people, from experience I wanted to leave my entire country because I got bullied so badly. I wanted to leave the planet [as in going to space], when your given a choice between going to a facility or seeing the stars? You’d the stars especially in ariane’s place. The eusan nation is strict, and rotfront was terrible to ariane. Why would she want to put herself through more??

Anyways I’m literally ariane yeong (I bleached my hair to look like her, my roots are over grown tho 🫡) also sorry for so much writing, I have no one to really yap my ideas to 😔🙏

#signalis #yapping #ariane yeong #signalis ariane #signalis lstr #isolde itou #alina seo

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myrkkymato · 7 months

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Yara's ghost

Yara definitely approves Abby as Lev's new big sister. Maybe she walks by their side as a ghost and tries to protect them both?

This started as a rough sketch centering Lev. I used photomode references that can be found below as links to the original posts:)

Yara: @saltlake-crew

Abby: @abbysthighs

Lev: @707selizabeth

#yara tlou #lev tlou #abby tlou #abby anderson #tlou2 #tlou fanart #fan art #sketch #illustration #mixed media #myrkkymato art #the last of us part 2 #the last of us #i cried last night when drawing this #it always hits home when older siblings make sacrifices for the younger ones in fiction #i would do almost anything for my siblings #but i have never felt strong enough to be the big sister #too much angst in the tags sorry

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eerna · 1 year

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@ everyone who has ever recommended me Warbreaker: tysm for knowing how my brain works

#it's SO MUCH FUN #i'm listening to that fully cast dramatized adaptation and it is even more fun that regular reading would be #I think i'm approximately 1/3 through? it doesnt have chapter numbers so I have no idea but i'm almost done with the first recording #anyway these characters are all soooooo up my alley you were so right #we have the dutiful older sister doing anything she can for her baby sibling. we have the younger sister who has been overlooked her entire #life but is just starting to realize she might be more than what was given to her as the younger princess.#we have a PRIVILEGED CLOWN a LAZY PRIVILEGED CLOWN who is accidentally starting to discover his own interest in duties #the worldbuilding is delightful too. GODS WALK AMONG US!! COLORS!#warbreaker liveblog

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brainworms-all-night-long · 1 year

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Okay so uh, my brain is usually incapable of thinking abt fluff for some reason but after reading and later thinking a bit about @000marie198 's idea of shatterverse variants of Tails just being chaotic siblings I blacked out and hour later this apeared on my phone screen-

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× Nine is the Sonic of the squad when Sonic's not around, as in pestering Tails and his two associates to take apropreate breaks and abide by their bedtimes, while also making sure that no forbidden substances such as coffee or energy drinks exist in the workshop's premises

+Tails specifically is extremely annoyed by this, yet fascinated and jealous at the same time, because how can you just?? Put everything down and go to bed???? Not even letting the thought of pulling an all-nighter pass your mind????

+But make no mistake Nine is still the most moraly corrupt of the quatro so he will absolutely be the little demon on Tails's shoulder approving of every single highly deadly invention or upgrade Tails thinks of.

× Thanks to the constant exposure to technology, tools and observing Tails' gadget making, Mangey has become a master disassembler and an uncompromisable threat to everything that's not welded together or a solid slab of matierial in the first place. If he puts his mind to it and no one disturbs him, he will take apart anything you put in his little hands. Tails finds that pretty usefull safety testing. (But also potentially dangerous and annoying when you try to type in your keyboard but all of the buttons are torn out and placed in a pile right next to it like damn ok, oh shit the dawer is aflling apart ah fuck-)

+One night, Mangey discovered a stray screwdriver and the residens of the workshop were for a suprise morning when they rather quickly found out every single hinge on all of the visible doors was undone. (yes even the fridge, Nine nearly got killed by the heavy doors falling on him)

× They sometimes play chess and while Sails prided himself by saying he already knows the rules and game perfectly, without a fail, he always ends up loosing to Nine who only makes sure to rub it in his face. This applies to most table and card games.

+Mangey was trying to eat the chess pieces at first but after observing a feew games and having the rules explained he is actually pretty good at the game??? (He doesn't really know what he's doing either and sometimes a piece or two gets lost to the stomach acids when the others aren't looking but oh well, Sails can always carve out another one)

+Honestly Tails shouldn't have been expecting to have a regular table game with any of the people he knows, especially himself.

× And what ego and pride Sails looses to Nine in board and card games, he gets back in the quite frequent sparing maches he initiates. Because boi is he salty about always loosing, and will he put all that salt on his blade and swing it at Nine all day and any day he sees the edgelord isn't visibly busy or in a bad mood (latter of is suprisingly and plesantly not as often as it once used to be)

+And Nine has tried to pick up a sword multiple times but it's just doesn't mesh well at all with the fighting style he preferred and was used to with his mechanical tails, which only got in the way. He will admit swords are cool and they're even cooler when someone skilled swings them, but he will eat a Chao alive before looking Sails straight in the face and telling him that.

× Something something rock paper scissors becomes a bit of an inside joke to the quatro after Mangey shows a literal rock when they were using this very professional deciding method on "who will clean up the workshop's mess after Tails' rather ambitious last project."

+Sails and Nine protested that it should be Tails alone since he caused the whole mess in the first place, why is he dragging them into this when all they've been doing is braking swords outside and they dutifully clened that mess up each time, but than Tails hit them with the "well I'm the one and only reason any of you exist here rn and also provide a roof over your heads so you go by my rules" anyway Nine lost the rock paper scissors and he absolutely made sure everyone knew he was pissed about it.

+They use rock papers scissors to also decide who gets to spent the most time with sonic and rocks are thrown when results are not exactly favorable. (No one gets seriously hurt I promise)

#sonic prime #lord have mercy its 4am I cant keep doing this #im tired and will edit this 50 times over as usual the next day #do I know anything about sails and mangey besides some clips and general impression from their design?#no #did I write almost a thousand words talking about hypothetical shenanegans anyway #yes #would sails know chess tho #i mean ig there could be a chessboard somewhere on the ship #if not than take that as him lying and relying on the fact he'll maage to learn everything as it goes #idk nine has that older sibling being an absolute menace at board and card games #and mangey i tried my best at not just amking the neighborhoods feral doggo everyone is cool with #hes still a tails and still a little curious and a little shit #anyways #ill shut up now #and #and go shleep #yes I #i will go now #miles tails prower #miles nine prower #sails the fox #mangey the fox #damn how do u tag the rest #theyre the same person but theyre sibligs also #imagine this chaos is just a constant somewhere in Tails' brain #silly brainworms #and this is the last time im tagging somes i swear-#prime bros

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