can we leak our dms and discuss sexy sweaty runner steve bc i feel like everybody deserves to know what we know 🫡
him coming home in his lil runner shorts and a hoodie and he’s all flustered and sweaty 😵💫 try not to jump his bones challenge failed immediately!!
ali stoppppp 😩 like. i’m literally gonna lick the sweat from him, give him a goddamn sponge bath with my tongue and there would be nothing that could stop me. and oof if he’s sweaty enough it makes his hair is all funny, some of the sweat making it flop and stick together in little bits tehe <3
coming home from a run would go smth like this: enter steve, he’s tan, he’s sweaty, he’s wearing the worldest tiniest shorts again just to give a heart attack to every milf on the block when he goes by and calls out, “morning mrs. callahan!” all polite. he knows what he’s doing >:) he wanders into the kitchen to grab a glass of water where you’re sat, picking at the end of your breakfast. he can feel your eyes on him as he drinks, downing a whole glass of water and refilling it immediately, to down half of the second glass.
taking a breather, steve pulls his hoodie up to wipe the sweat off his face and water from his mouth and you have to quietly inhale a mouthful of drool as his tummy is exposed— rippling wildly as he tries to catch his breath. you fail to contain said drool and steve looks up just in time to catch you wiping at your mouth a little. he smirks, the bastard, and starts shucking off the hoodie— not even trying to hold down the shirt beneath it. it’s a show of tan skin, moles, and his hairy chest and you’ve somehow managed to clench yourself thighs tighter by the time he wrangles it off.
“i’m…” he starts, eyes looking you up at down. he licks his lips. “gonna have a shower. care to join me, sweetheart?”
you stand up instantly and steve snorts a laugh, completely endeared by how eager you are — loves to know that he’s so wanted by you. he plants his hands on his hips and wiggles his eyebrows at you, running his hand through his hair quickly. “okay, race you to the bathroom? go!”
he doesn’t give you a second, sprinting out of the kitchen and flying up the stairs, his runners high just making it easy as pie. he’s halfway up the stairs, when he hears your “steeeeeeeeeve!” and it just makes him grin, beginning to shed his shirt, dropping it carelessly in the hallway. his blue nike cortez’s go next, one after the other. “i’m getting naked!” he calls back, then laughs a little when he hears your feet thunder a little faster on the stairs. and you know, for someone who’s just been running for the last hour or so, he seems to have plenty of stamina in the shower…
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batman: track and field au
author's note: i just miss track and field varsity even though i wasnt even that good... and ive been thinking about batman track and field au for FOREVER. so today i wrote a bit 📝
things u need to know: bruce is not batman. he's a coach at a school where the rest of the justice league teaches. yes, they're still the justice league. and yes, his robins still end up as vigilantes. jason is 15 in this; the joker hasn't gotten to him yet. also i added some characters ahead of the timeline bc i love them :/
Jason stumbles over from the finish line, grinning and sweat-drenched. And then his face screws up in sudden distress, and he promptly wobbles and collapses onto the hot stadium mat.
A half-formed sound of alarm—
Bruce leaps over the bleacher railing and sprints.
A poor, well-meaning race official gets there first, but Bruce shoulders him roughly aside and crouches by Jason. Jason has turned on his side, holding his right knee tight to his chest and making little pained gasps.
It tears at his heart. “Jason,” Bruce says.
Jason’s eyes are screwed shut, and he says nothing, but one of his hands reach blindly in Bruce’s direction and Bruce grasps it tightly.
“You were terrific, chum.” He squeezes, and feels the tremor that goes through his son. “Stretch your leg out for me.”
Jason shakes his head. “Hurts—”
“I know. I know. Please, Jay.”
It’s slow, and excruciating, but between the two of them they manage to get Jason sitting up, his leg extended straight against the ground. One hand of Bruce’s presses down firmly on the knee, and the other pushes his foot to flex, the metal spikes of Jason’s shoes digging hard into the callused flesh of Bruce’s palm. Jason leans back on his hands, spread flat against the ground, head tilted up to open, cloudless sky, exhaling drawn-out, shaky breaths.
The speakers blare out the next events—second call for Male C’s 400-meter hurdles, and third call for Female B’s high jump. The left side of the crowd begins clapping on beat for their star javelin thrower as she rocks back on her feet, once, twice, and begins bounding forward. Bruce makes a displeased noise. He hopes his throwers remember to pay attention.
A mosquito buzzes by Bruce’s ear and he shakes his head sharply to drive it away. The sweat has been beading at his hairline all throughout, and now it rolls torturously slow down his face. As his hands are otherwise occupied, he makes no move to wipe it, and does his best to ignore the unpleasant sensation.
At last, Jason’s breathing evens out. He tugs his leg gingerly away from Bruce’s hold, cheeks flushed with exertion and, doubtless, embarrassment. “Thanks.”
Bruce sits back on his haunches and wipes the sweat off his face. “Ready to stand?”
Jason raises a hand, wincing as he tests the muscles of his leg. “One sec.”
Bruce nods shortly. Jason safe, his attention wanders over to the bleachers. Tim, thank God, is dragging Damian away from the high railing. Dick and Cass are eating lunch with much avidity—Dick’s best event, high jump, had just ended before Jason’s, and Cass seems to have just returned from shot put. Duke and Stephanie are nowhere in sight, and for a moment Bruce is alarmed, but then he spots them at the stage and relaxes. Duke must have won his high jump—he stands on the highest podium, and even from here Bruce can tell he’s grinning—and Stephanie is clicking away on the school camera next to the official photographer.
As he watches Stephanie turn the camera backward and attempt to take a selfie with Duke, there’s a tap on his thigh. Bruce extends his hand without looking and grasps the hand that interlocks with his, pulling Jason up with ease.
Bruce glances at Jason, and notes how he squints against the glaring afternoon. “Remember to reapply your sunscreen when you get back.”
Jason rolls his eyes. “Not everyone is ghost-white like you.”
“You do not have to be ghost-white to get skin cancer.”
Jason grumbles, but when Bruce raises an imperious eyebrow at him, he raises his hands in surrender. “Fine. Whatever you say, boss.”
“Good. And, Jay...” Bruce reaches out, tentative, and puts a hand on his shoulder. “I meant it. You did terrific.”
Jason beams, bright enough to outshine the day, and something in Bruce’s chest uncurls into warmth.
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I need to know, I’ve looked for a while and can’t find anything (unless I’m just bad at looking) about what Lute’s height is. I’m just curious since she wifey and I wanna know her height. Do you have like a headcannon for her height?
I THINK SHES BETWEEN 6FT AND 7FT TALL !!!!
ok so bear with me here, but in these photos next to adam, she's roughly 2-3 heads shorter than him, so she's roughly 2-3 feet shorter. we know that adam is roughly 9-10 feet tall, so it would fit that she's probably around 6-7 ft tall.
plus, here is a comparison of vaggie and charlie's height. here, vaggie only just reaches charlie's shoulder. we know that charlie is 6,5, and vaggie is probably around a foot shorter than her.
in this photo vaggie roughly reaches lute's shoulder, putting her at about a foot shorter than lute. using this info we can assume that charlie and lute are relatively close in height. the perspective makes it appear as though vaggie is standing closer to the viewer so we can attribute that to the fact that she's slightly taller compared to lute when compared to charlie.
i sadly couldn't find a comparison of lute and charlie next to eachother, but i've overall come to the conslusion that lute is around 6 to 7 ft tall (maybe 6,5?).
my 5,2 ass would absolutely climb her like a tree btw.
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old wolfstar where remus takes a viagra in front of Sirius, sticking his tongue out to show him the tablet and Sirius goes all red
HFJSKFJJSHS omg yes nonny i love that!!!😭 mouth watering in an instant, pants going from skinny jeans tight to uncomfortably hard in my pants tight, ears getting hot and remus just casually washes it down with his afternoon earl grey or something sjjfdkkd the kids are out of the house, it’s the weekend, PUT ALL CHORES ON HOLD because sirius is going to ride that thang for Hours
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HAHAH imagine a tiny that’s best buds w/ hinata and becomes just as nervous around tall, intimidating players as he does. (I guess the other teams know the tiny exists anyways) The tiny gets lost at some tournament and cannot find karasuno to save their life and is just freaked out when they get help from some unexpected players (like aone, oikawa, ushijima, or iwaizumi)
stop im literally obsessed with this, i can imagine ushijima finding the tiny, scooping them up and, without uttering a single word the entire time, he just marches them back to hinata and dumps them back into his palms and walks away in total silence 😭 all he would do is stare at the tiny and they would be TERRIFIED but after that the tiny is like “is… is he a good person” like just so enamored
getting help from oikawa or iwaizumi would be such a pain bc oikawa would not leave them the fuck alone lmao he would just tease them and try to ask prodding questions about karasuno while iwaizumi is just like can we please just bring them back so we dont have to deal with this like he’s lowkey freaked out by a tiny but still wants to help
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Esme's 3 warmest days
Baby Blanket
I want to meet you, precious stranger. You're voice and name are foreign, though your warmth is familiar. I stretch my fingers ten months forward to grasp you, though you're here taking each step beside me. I know you, little alien: i braid an ancestral tapestry as we grow close. I pull my frayed heartstrings like thread to seal you to my body. I use my needle to hole punch my skin and weave you through the open wounds, so your easy company in my organs might heal me like a salve. Every pull threads you tighter to my flesh and the goodbye will surely shred me.
But I pull the stitch closed, regardless.
My needle is unsteady. I tread lightly. I defer. But this goodbye is mine to wave and when I come to tear your skin from mine, I will recognise you in the blood. I will kiss your cheeks and pet your eyes and I will thank you for the holes you leave behind, for the opportunity to press salty lips through my seams and whisper endless farewell. I don't regret getting to know a pain like yours so, please, when i peep through my holes from time to time, wave goodbye to me from the other side. And tell me
you'll pull our stitches closed again, regardless.
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Personally I think Goro Akechi deserves to grow to an immense and overwhelming size. I think he deserves to look over Tokyo like its a miniature recreation rather than a real city. I think he should tear the roof off Leblanc with a booming and volcanic laugh that Akira can feel in his bones, until he looks up and sees the source of the sound with complete and utter fear and infatuation. I think Akechi should get to stick a very tiny Joker in his pocket for safe keeping, leaving Joker with whiplash at the mix of gentleness and strength he found in Akechi’s grip. I think Akechi should hold a tiny Akira up to his eyes and examine him with his little detective instincts, humming in interest as he wriggles in his grip. I think Akira should definitely definitely climb Akechi like a tree to get to his shoulder and see from his perspective. I want Akechi to remark to himself on how every single thing is small, pitiful, insignificant, etc. loudly and on purpose, as if to be even more intimidating. Akechi should be allowed to loom and stomp and bite and growl. Whatever bro Im feeling crazy
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