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kia ora my loves, i'm stuck with writers block on another piece and this is hopefully the cure <3 its all sweetness as usual [established relationship + fluff + 2k words] mucho mwahs as ALWAYS <3!

Steve’s in a bad mood.

Which might be very fair considering the state of the weather outside. Flurries of snow batter against the windows and a hair-raising chill leaks into the panes, painting them in condensation. It’s cold. You don’t want to be caught outside on a night like tonight.

But, somewhere across town, there’s a reservation under Steve’s name that is being wasted. At a pretty restaurant, with 2 too many forks for your taste — but Steve had insisted. Even put on a suit.

And even though Steve has told you he prefers the quieter nights in with just the two of you, he seems quite… miffed that you can’t go anymore.

Maybe not quite a bad mood but… well, it’s a hell of a pout he’s wearing.

Amber drenches the wall of the room, lit by your bedside table lamps — a cozy cocoon that feels worlds away from the blizzard coming down outside. You’re actually quite excited; there’s seldom a comfort like being in Steve’s arms when it’s cold like this. Tangled together in your bed, letting his perpetually blazing heart heat the both of you.

But… he’s still pouting. You’re both unwinding a bit, taking off what you’d managed to put on before the weather took a turn for the worse — but Steve’s stuck, hands in his pockets. He seems to be fumbling with something.

His silence worries you more. Maybe you hadn’t realised how actually upset he was that your plans were cancelled.

He had been mentioning it all week, all month actually- since he’d first made the booking. Some claim that you’d love the food and he loved any occasion to see you all dressed up and drool-worthy— (“Not that that’s not all the time, babe.”)

“Steve?” You say. His head jumps up, hands in his pockets going still. “C’mon, come to bed.”

He softens at your coaxing words. Like the very sound of them, the sweet nature of your words, melts his hardened edges. He nods, tugging off his tie and beginning to work on his belt.

In the meantime, you creep into the bed. It smells like a smattering of something sweet that you know to be Steve’s hairspray, fabric softener, and maybe what you think love might smell like if it had a scent. You sink into it lovingly. Warm. Safe.

Your eyes find him instinctively. Watching, observing, drinking in the sight of your lover soothes you like nothing else. Love spools messily in your chest, like a knotted ball of yarn strewn through your ribs. It aches sweetly. Steve catches you as he’s pulling a pair of sweatpants up his calf.

“You’re staring,” He states plainly, but he’s smiling a bit, lips turned up in the corners. He jumps, hiking his pants up over his hips, and wanders closer.

You nod, hair scrunching against the pillow. Your voice comes out a bit muffled when you speak. “That a crime?”

Steve grins this time. He pushes the covers back, kneeling on the mattress beside you — pausing to push back the hair covering your eyes. He smiles down at you, eyes fond. “If it is, lock me up, baby.”

He pauses, thumb drifting over cheekbone lightly. “I could look at ya all day.”

Something delightful purrs behind your ribs, warm and all-encompassing. Where you would’ve once hidden your face away, this time you just let your glee wash over your face — and let Steve see every second of it. You’re happy. Steve makes you happy.

Steve gives an awed exhale and flops, bouncing down on the mattress beside you. He works the duvet around, bundling up as best he can before his hands begin to search for you. Traversing across the sheets, seeking, til they meet skin. He hums happily. Pulls you into his chest and lets you figure out how you want to wrap around him, like unkempt ivy. He’s warm, as always.

You’re not even trying to sleep yet, either of you, just having a moment huddled up in each other's embrace. The wind whirls loudly outside. You wonder what you’d be doing if your plans had gone through.

“M’sorry,” you say into his chest. It rises and falls with his breath, soothing and constant. “That we couldn’t do dinner. Y’seemed really excited.”

Steve makes a little noise, saying that he agrees. For a moment, your words hang in the air and then he clears his throat, pulling you closer.

“S’okay, not like you can control the weather.” He murmurs his reply. He pulls back to peer down at you with suspicious eyes, a tease on his tongue. “Can you? Because as your boyfriend, I should totally know that, and considering what we’ve seen—“

“Shut up,” you giggle. You poke him in the ribs because you can’t think of a good jibe back.

“Shutting up,” Steve says, before snuggling back closer. There’s another moment of quiet. The window rattles in the absence of words. Steve sighs.

“Just…” He starts. You can already tell he’s got his thinking face on, a little furrow between his brows. “Had some good plans for tonight, is all. Not a big deal.”

“A plan within a plan,” you muse thoughtfully. Steve chuckles. “How layered this night could of been!”

“And instead, you just have to have this, huh?” Steve murmurs, dejection creeping into his voice. Your heart twists. He must’ve planned a lot just to watch it go down the drain.

You pull back from his embrace and catch his eyes, searching his face. Disappointment lingers in his expression and it pushes a pout onto your lips.

“Well, is there anything we can do? That was like your plans?” You ask.

Steve breaks into a grin, giving a chuckle — but a glint in his eyes says he’s grinning for another reason. He stares at you lovingly, eyes dragging up and down your face as he seemingly thinks of his answer. He shakes his head.

“Nuh uh. Nothing we can do tonight.” He says, a tad forlorn. His hand on your back sketches a soft stroke up your spine. You shiver in a good way and Steve speaks again, eyes searching somewhere behind you, imagining something. “Well, not— not the way I want to do this.”

There’s a long pause. At the same moment a soft realisation blooms in your chest and on your face, Steve seems to realise he’s said too much. His eyes widen, the apples of his cheeks turning scarlet.

“Were you gonna—?”

You push back from him, suddenly sitting up in the bed. Your heart thuds loudly in your chest, risking bruising the inside of your ribs with each resounding thud. You don’t even mind because… because…

Steve sits up too, wide-eyed expression still on his face. He looks flushed, taken off guard — he clearly hadn’t meant to tell you today. Well, he had meant to tell you today but he wanted to ask you at dinner, on one knee, and then the storm—

“You were gonna ask?” You squeak. A smile wobbles on your face as you try to rein in your reaction, even as joy floods every nerve. “Tonight?”

Steve seems unsure of the right way to answer. “Yes,” He stammers. Then crushes his eyes closed, dropping his eyes closed to curse. “Shit, I wasn’t supposed— I had it all planned! This isn’t—“

Steve pushes his palms into his eyes for a moment, dragging his hands down his face. You feel a pang of remorse for ruining your own surprise but it’s completely overshadowed by the rampant happiness. You can’t help yourself for what you say next.

“Yes.”

Steve blinks. “What?” A grin grows on his face, like your own is contagious even as he shakes his head. “I haven’t even asked you yet!”

He’s laughing, a glorious sound, and so are you. You're so full of love you feel stuffed like you’ve just eaten, it fills every crevice of your body. You nod. You think your teeth might be aching with how sweet the boy before you is— pouting and giving away his own surprises.

“I know,” you breathe. “But if- when you do, it’s a yes.”

And you’ve known it before. You have known it long before tonight that yours and Steve’s futures are knitted together so intricately that where one goes, the other follows. Still, knowing it and saying it— the difference steals your breath. You feel like a teenage fool again, back to the first time Steve ever asked you, ‘Be mine?’

Steve sinks into the pillows, deflating into them with a blinding grin. Like he hadn’t been sure up until right then. He giggles. Another awed sound, like he can’t quite believe what’s happening.

“Okay,” he breathes. You sink down too, curling up into him. His warmth feels burning hot now as he pulls you back into his arms, the same as he had a minute ago; this time, you swear your hearts are an inch closer.

“I gotta come up with a whole new plan now, don’t I?” Steve asks, eyes shining as he peers down at you.

You laugh a little bit, delirious, and shake your head. Gathering courage, even as your stomach twists up in the best way.

“Nope. You can… you can ask now, if you really want.”

You hope your voice betrays everything you mean; that he could ask anywhere and you would say still say yes. That it didn’t need to be somewhere fancy, didn’t need to be a big spectacle, he didn’t even need to get on one knee and you would still say yes.

Steve stares down at you, drinking in the sincerity of your expression and he softens impossibly more. Smile lines you adore get scrunched up as he gives a shuddering breathy laugh, punched out of him by his own enormous affection. Christ, he loves you.

His hand raises, cupping your jaw sweetly and he tugs you closer to meet him in the middle. You come home to him, lips meeting lips as he kisses you deeply and maddeningly. There are a thousand sentiments in his kiss, I want to marry you and I love you among them.

He pulls back and rests his forehead against your own. His hand on your jaw rubs soothing, fingers tucking some stray hair behind your ear.

“Got a plan.” He murmurs, a wickedly handsome smile on his face as he taps his temple.

You’ll have to wait, it seems. You think you can stretch your patience a little longer, especially for this. Your cheeks are beginning to ache from your smile.

Another quiet moment. Then, your eyes light up with the recollection of an earlier memory. They skirt across the room and land on their target, Steve’s crumpled pair of slacks on the ground. You recall his fumbling with his hand deep in his pocket.

Steve follows your eye-line and the moment he spots what you’re looking his head whips back.

Steve fixes you with a stern look, a warning that says don’t. You move an inch, more to tease than anything — you don’t want to see anything til he’s the one giving it to you — but you don’t get very far anyway.

“Oh no, you don’t—” Steve’s arms around your middle tighten, pulling you closer as you pretend to reach off into the distance.

He shifts you easily, setting you down into the pillows and then squishing himself atop you. You let out a strange noise, a surprised yelp as Steve lightly crushes you beneath him, a slightly maniacal grin on his pretty mouth. His hair is a mess, cheeks still glowing, and he looks utterly in love.

You wiggle a bit, seeing if you can free a limb. Maybe to pretend to escape, maybe to dig your fingers in and hold him closer. Either way, it’s fruitless.

Somehow, you’re not all the mad with the situation; squished lovingly beneath your hunk of a boyfriend so you don’t go scampering around searching for a- for your engagement ring.

“Can I at least get a kiss?” You ask, knowing he’ll say yes. If there’s one thing, it’s that Steve never denies you a kiss if you ask. His eyes look a tad misty as he looks down at you so so fondly, eyes drawing down to your lips.

He doesn’t disappoint.

A huge dog pile of batfam on the floor.

Duke: So....what's going on?

Dick: There you are! Pick a spot and get comfy!

Duke: Usually when someone asks a question, they'd like an answer

Alfred: Apologies, I forget you are still new to some of the family's traditions. While Master Dick is a very successful interplanetary diplomat, he finds being off-world to be quite trying.

Jason: The fastest way to calm down Big Bird is to squash him with the weight of everyone B refuses to kick out

Bruce: Half of you don't live here. Although there are rooms for you all if you'd like

Duke: You're in there too Bruce? I don't see you

Bruce: Apparently I'm too heavy to be anywhere but the bottom. Now hurry up and join in

Duke: Alright. How long are we cuddling?

Steph: Until the man of the hour feels better or someone's ribs pop out. Which won't be long because SOMEONE didn't get rid of their guns and one is right in my ribs!

Jason: That would be Timmy's bony elbows

Tim: I'm nowhere near you two!

Cass: It's me. Sorry

bending the rules

older!dilf!Steve Harrington x plus size!fem!Reader

summary: Robin convinces Steve to take a yoga class only to bail on him at the last minute.

cw: alt universe/non-canon, awkward!divorced!Steve (he's been out the game for a minute), fluff, 1.7k words

an: I have like half of a smutty bit for this fic written but it felt kind of tacked on so I left it off. if enough people enjoy this I'll post that bit later. also thank you to @hellfirehottie420 for the yoga class idea and to @ozarkthedog for gassing me up and encouraging me to keep going when I wanted to give up! It's not a big fic but we celebrate little victories here. (divider by @/saradika)

an 2: the model in the moodboard is not representative of the reader insert. there's no physical descriptions in the fic. I just didn't want anyone giving me a hard time with that "fat people can't do yoga" shit. every body is a yoga body. thank you 😌

After Steve's marriage fell through he resigned himself to never doing that again. He made a mess of things the first time around anyway. And not knowing what a happy, stable marriage looked like growing up sure didn't help either.

So when things finally imploded he took it on the chin and vowed to be the best dad he could be. He wouldn't let his failed marriage take that away from him. Dating was off the table and for a long time casual hookups were too; it never felt like the right time.

Robin had insisted on him getting out there, doing something for himself that didn't involve kids or work. Steve used to have fun, he was the king of fun! Now he was sure he wouldn't know fun if it hit him in the face with a bat. And he sure as hell doesn't know how he let Robin talk him into taking a yoga class at the town rec center.

She was supposed to be here, to help ease him into having some semblance of a social life, but she bailed at the last minute blaming a mix up in her schedule.

"I forgot I already told Nance I'd take her out tonight. Just go! I'll come with you next week, I promise."

Steve sighed, standing outside the classroom doors with his hands on his hips. He can see a few people milling around, chatting and rolling out mats as he hesitates there in the hallway.

"It'll be fine. Just go in, stretch out some old joints and go home. Easy. Nothing to be afraid of. You're not afraid," Steve shook his head. Standing outside and talking to himself wasn’t a good look. Not with this mustache on his face.

He looked through the windowed doors and swallowed, "It's just a room full of women in spandex. You're not a creep, it's exercise, you're here to exercise."

"First time?"

Steve nearly jumps out of his skin when he sees you standing there smirking at him. Your eyebrows rise and you gesture to the rolled up mat under your arm when Steve takes a little too long to respond.

Shit, should he have brought his own mat?

"Yeah,” Steve croaks and you smile. “I mean, yes. This is the beginner's yoga class, right? My friend was supposed to do it with me but she bailed."

“Ah,” your smile falters a little but you nod and open the classroom doors leaving Steve to wonder what he said wrong.

"They have mats over there if you need one," you point to the stack on the other side of the room then introduce yourself. Steve knows he's staring at you like a hapless idiot but he successfully remembers to give you his name in return, along with an awkward handshake.

"Thank you," Steve doesn't want to let go of your hand, so warm and soft it's messing with his head. "Sorry, I'm, uh, I'm a little nervous. I haven't done anything like this since my 20s."

"What, exercise?"

Steve feels a twinge of pride at the way you glance down at his arm muscles. You furrow your brow and bite your lip and Steve knows you can tell by the way they swell under his short sleeves that you know that can't be true.

"No, I mean going out,” he shrugs, wiggling the mat in his arms, “trying something new."

"Ah," you nod your head and smile again and Steve wonders if you can hear how fast his heart's beating.

You're walking towards the front of the class now with your mat and Steve in tow, asking him what made him want to try yoga of all things. Steve admits his friend Robin had signed him up for the class and that he rarely gets out of the house these days.

“Oh, same,” you nod in understanding and Steve sighs in relief. “I’m so busy between work and going back to school that I barely have time for myself. The yoga studio is my happy place.”

Steve smiles and is about to ask you what you’re going to school for when he's stopped by the teacher suddenly clapping her hands together and calling for everyone to get settled so they can start.

"Can I?" Steve gestures at the spot next to you and you smile again.

"Absolutely."

---

The class passes in a sweaty blur. Steve thought he was in decent shape. He lifts weights in his garage at home, runs a few days a week, and generally takes care of his body. He was an athlete for god's sake, he's familiar with all that jazz. Nope. Steve nearly pulled a few muscles in his back he didn't know he had.

It also didn't help that the shorts he wore to class might've been a little too short. He hoped, for the sake of the woman behind him, that his thighs were the only things he was showing off during downward dog.

You, on the other hand, were a champ. Graceful in your movements and barely breaking a sweat. You admitted to him halfway through the class, as the teacher made her rounds correcting poses, that you usually took the more advanced class but liked to hop in on beginner class days as a refresher on basic poses.

"You're doing great!" You shoot Steve a thumbs up and he feels his face heat at your encouragement but sends a shaky thumbs up back.

Sweat lines his forehead and he pushes his flop of hair back when it falls in his face before moving on to the next pose. His glasses had slid down his face enough times that Steve stopped fussing with them and put them off to the side, but his hair he couldn't do anything about, unruly as it was.

He catches you watching him a few times, once in warrior pose when Steve accidently put the wrong foot forward and wound up facing the opposite direction as the rest of the class. The way you tried to hide your laugh when he pretended like he was surprised to see you there lit him up inside.

The next time he caught you was when he turned his head towards you while tucked in child's pose. It seemed like your eyes were on his legs, maybe checking to see if he was doing the pose right? When you realized he knew you were watching your eyes went wide. Steve smiled and you quickly turned your head back down to the mat. Maybe you weren't checking his form after all. Or maybe you were? Steve couldn’t wrap his head around it. Were you just being nice or had you been checking him out too?

As class wrapped up Steve rolled up his mat and thanked the teacher for her help, promising to not only come back next week but to bring a friend too. He couldn’t wait to make Robin suffer through an hour of this. And you, he had to thank you for making tonight one of the most enjoyable nights he'd had in a long time.

"So I'll see you next week?" You adjust your bag over your shoulder. Most of the rest of the class had left but you didn't look like you were in much of a rush.

"Yeah, I'd love to. I mean, I’ll be here. I had a lot of fun."

"Glad you tried something new?"

Steve swallows at your teasing smile, suddenly feeling like "something new" didn't mean yoga anymore. His eyes drifted down to the light sheen of sweat dotting your chest and he quickly pulled his gaze away.

"Definitely."

"Good," you nodded.

You were starting to walk away. Robin would kick his ass if he didn’t make a move.

"Hey! Uh," you turn around to see Steve reaching out for your arm before pulling his hand back. He stops and scratches the back of his head. "Do you, I mean, would you like to get coffee sometime? As a thank you for…y’know, helping me with my poses."

Steve smiles and hopes he doesn’t look like a dweeb when he fidgets and pushes up his glasses.

"Walk me back to my car?"

The corner of Steve's mouth tilts up and he motions for you to hand over your gym bag. Once it’s tucked into the crook of his arm he nods towards the door at the end of the hall.

"Ladies first."

---

"You looked like a lost puppy. But honestly, it wasn't the first time I've seen a man looking intimidated outside of a yoga studio."

Steve gapes at you as you laugh.

"I was...making sure I had the right room."

"Sure, big guy," you chuckled as you patted Steve's arm.

The two of you finally reach your car and you tap the unlock button but stop before opening the door.

“Thanks for walking me.”

“Of course. Wouldn’t want you out here by yourself this late at night.”

A group of teens on bikes ride past the rec center a moment later, probably on their way to the well-lit basketball court on the other side of the building where a few other kids are already playing.

“Mhm. All these ruffians around. Why, a girl just doesn’t feel safe ‘round these parts anymore,” you tease in a shy southern belle accent.

Steve chuckles and ducks his head. “You know what I mean.”

“I do. And I'm glad you came tonight."

“Me too.”

Steve found himself inching closer to you as your back pressed against your car. "So will you? Get coffee with me, that is?"

You looked up at him through your pretty lashes and Steve didn't care about his age or his creaky joints or his fear of fun. He wanted to find himself again in your eyes. If you'd let him.

"What about your friend? The woman that was supposed to come with you tonight?"

"Hmm? Oh, Robin? I think she'd say you could do better," Steve grimaced, shaking his head. "Her girlfriend would say the same thing."

"Oh," you laugh into your hand. "Gotcha."

"Why'd you ask?"

"No reason. Coffee sounds great," you whisper and lift your chin to press a kiss to Steve's stubbled jaw.

He stands there in the parking lot long after you gave him your number, hastily scribbled on the back of a receipt pulled from your purse, and drove away.

He has to call Robin.

“Who’s the best Robin?”

My favorite character that has been Robin is Jason Todd.

I think Tim Drake was the best at being Robin.

Dick Grayson is the most successful and the best hero, but it was after he was Robin.

Damian

Stephanie changed what it meant to be Robin, and empowers me the most as a woman.

We don’t appreciate the fact that Bruce Wayne is a Kardasian level celebrity enough. Everyone knows him. I want more one shots and crack fic moments where the League (Pre identity reveals) just openly talk about Bruce Wayne in front of Batman.

Just imagine them playing fuck, marry, kill with famous actors and such and throwing Bruce into the mix. And Batman just sits there, silently suffering as he listens to the reasons why Flash and Lantern would marry, fuck, or kill him. He prays they choose kill. They don’t.

I love this series so much, your writing is so amazing! If Adrien tries something I swear I will never forgive him, I don’t think I can handle the angst that I feel brewing lol

Lull

Wipeout - Chapter 7

Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Hi guys, hope you enjoy this chap its extra long! Let me know what you think, I love getting feedback! Also just a heads up, the italics indicate a flashback, I hope that’s clear in how it’s written but if not now you know lol. Love you guys xx

Warnings: Smut

Summary: Tom misses you, then he comes home

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“Souvenir shopping is hard,” Harrison complained as he looked over a rack of keychains, “Mum said just to bring her a keychain or something but how do I pick…”

“Get her one with her name or ‘World’s Best Mum’ on it,” Tom suggested while he peered at a shelf full of shot glasses, “Do you think (y/n) would like a shot glass with a shark or a turtle on it more?”

“Well I think she’d like the shark, but I don’t know if getting her a shot glass is the best gift. She’s pretty specific about houseware,” Harrison peaked over at the glasses, “I thought you were getting her that shirt?”

“Yeah, but the more I looked at it the more I thought she wouldn’t like it…” he stepped away from the glasses, “You’re right man, this is hard.”

“There’s some cute jewelry over here,” Harrison tapped one of the racks beside him.

“Oh, good call,” Tom looked over a few sets of earrings and bracelets before he noticed a few coconut bead necklaces at the bottom of the display.

There were some very simple ones, similar to his, and some that were more complex. One caught his eyes, it had the opposite color scheme of his, having mostly white beads with a few brown ones intermixed. What stood out most to him though was a dainty, pink clay flower bead right in the middle of the necklace. He smiled as he plucked it off the rack, he knew you liked his necklace, you’d probably like having your own too. Plus he thought it’d be cute if the two of you matched.

“What do you think of this?” he asked Harrison.

He nodded in approval, “I think she’d like that Tom, it’s cute.”

“Yeah, I think so too…”

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Tom laughed as you swung at the empty beer can flying towards you. You let out an annoyed cry as you missed and started spinning around the bat again. You swayed as you tried to stabilize yourself, telling them that you were ready for the next can. You’d dragged Tom across the whole party just to play, insisting that you were really good at dizzy bat, and you just had to show him.

“Come on (y/n)! You got this!” he encouraged you from the side lines.

You attempted to steady yourself again before they threw the second can. This time you managed to hit it, crushing it and sending it bouncing a few feet away. You squealed happily and the small crowd cheered for you, one of the boys clapped you on the back and told you it was a good hit. The small bit of force would have sent you tumbling to the ground if it weren’t for Tom.

“Woah, you alright?” he asked.

You nodded and giggled, “Yes, I’m okay, so okay.”

“Yeah, seems like it,” he laughed, “Hey why don’t you come sit down for a sec while I get you some water?”

You nodded again, “Yeah, yeah, I wanna sit. Everything is still spinning.”

“I’m sure,” he smiled and walked you to a few plastic chairs nearby, “Here, you wait here, I’ll be right back.”

“Wait, Tom,” you grabbed his arm with a big smile, “Wasn’t I so good?”

He chuckled again, “Yeah, you were amazing Flower, stay right here okay?”

“Don’t call me Flower,” you mumbled while he walked away.

He smiled to himself as he padded into the house. Tom had volunteered to DD for you so that you could get plastered to celebrate finishing all your finals. The initial idea was that he and Harrison would take you and Grace out, but Harrison and Grace had a family birthday to go to. You still wanted to go out though, and Tom would never pass up a party, so now it was just the two of you. Tom was honestly a bit relieved because you were much easier to look after when you were drunk, Grace had a tendency to get into fights.

Tom peaked out one of the windows at you while he filled up a large class of water. He wasn’t really worried, you were just at Leo’s and he knew pretty much everyone there, but he still didn’t want to leave you alone for long. You were just scrolling through your phone, paying no mind to the  world around you. Tom nodded in approval and decided to grab you a snack as well. He dug through a pile of snack sized chip bags until he found something you would like and ran back outside with them and the water.

In the few moments it had taken him to find the chips you’d managed to disappear. Tom made a quick lap outside, assuming you’d jumped into another round of dizzy bat or something, but you were nowhere to be found. He was starting to get worried as he paced inside, luckily he spotted Leo right away.

“Leo, hey,” he clapped his hand over his shoulder, “Have you seen (y/n) anywhere?”

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i just realized my last ask was so like straight to the point and rude 😭 but happy 3 million 🤭 but like saturn | maybe like baseball!steve seeing his girl at his practice and they get shakes after idk 😭🤭

lmao no you’re good soph 🤍 baseball steve makes me dizzy

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You honestly didn’t think Steve Harrington could get any hotter. That is until you saw him swinging a baseball bat around like it was a fucking sword. You practically melted on the spot.

You’re sitting in the stands with Lucas as Steve’s practice comes to a close. You’d never admit it to anyone, not even Steve himself, but you’ve practically been drooling over him the entire time. Lucas has been graciously ignoring your obvious infatuation until now.

“Y/N.” He gives your shoulder a shake. “You’re staring.”

You blink. You’d been watching Steve pack up the gear with his team, his hair all sweaty and floppy and his arms practically bursting out of his jersey sleeves. The fabric on his jersey straining as he bends to scoop up a pile of equipment.

“Wasn’t staring,” you lie through your teeth. “Just observing.”

Lucas huffs like he doesn’t believe you, but it’s all in good nature. He knows you could bring up all the times you’ve caught him staring at Max, if you wanted to.

“Whatever you say.” Lucas rolls his eyes and stands up. “M’gonna go see where Max went. See you around, lovebird.”

He shoves your shoulder and you wrinkle your nose at the nickname. He’s only been gone about ten seconds when you hear your name from the pitch.

“Y/N!”

You eyes zero in on Steve, who’s gazing up at you with a hand over his eyes to block the sun. The pitch is mostly empty. You beam and wave, clambering down the rows of seats til you reach the bottom one. Steve jogs to meet you there and scoops you up into his arms when you do, spinning you around in the air til you’re breathless and giggling.

“Steve!” You squeal, hands braced on his firm shoulders.

He laughs from his chest, a lovely, hearty sound, and sets you down on the grass. You’re both smiley as you catch your breath.

“How’d I do today, angel?” He asks, setting his hands on his hips. One of his teammates calls his name from the edge of the pitch. Steve turns and they exchange a wave and then he’s right back in your personal space.

You wrinkle your nose teasingly. He smells like sweat and grass. “I don’t know anything about baseball, Stevie,” you deadpan. “You did look quite handsome, though.”

Steve’s laugh is surprised and fond and makes your chest burn. He shrugs and his grin is staggering. “That’s good enough for me.”

You grin and push yourself up on your toes to kiss him. He meets you halfway with all the eagerness in the world, hands on your biceps and mouth greedy. He kisses you so sweetly you could cry, but with enough fervour that your stomach explodes with butterflies.

When he pulls away you’re gasping for breath. You look up at Steve and find him looking about frazzled as you feel.

“You need to take a shower,” you say, pulling a face. Anything to stop him looking at you like that.

Steve fakes hurt and rolls his eyes. “You’re such a priss,” he says with less heat than a box of ice.

You scoff and shove him in the chest. He doesn’t move an inch.

“Seriously,” you say. “You’re gross and sweaty.”

He is sweaty, but he’s far from gross. He’s hot, with his damp hair and his burly arms, grass stains on his knees and a stripe of sweat on his forehead. It’s driving you mad.

Steve huffs. “Can we at least get milkshakes first? I promised Lucas and Max I’d drive them to the diner after.”

You sigh. There he goes again, using the kids as an excuse to get what he wants. The worst part is, it works on you.

“Fine,” you say begrudgingly. Or not so much. Honestly, you wouldn’t mind if Steve stayed like this forever.

I have three modes of reading

Dont read

Read a 500 page book in a day

Read only fanfiction until my eyeballs drop out of my skull from exhaustion

I love this so much, it makes me so happy every time I see a new addition to gentle giant Jason!verse

Gentle Giant Jason meeting more of the fam please? Or second date angst?

"Where's Y/N?" Bruce asked, when Jason and Step loped up the steps without you.

"She's looking after her brother's kids today- she's gonna meet us later," Steph answered stretching.

"Why-"

"Because their mom didn't want to be a mom anymore and the boys are absolute terrors for everyone BUT Y/N."

"They don't have grandparents?" Clark asked, more curious than anything.

Steph shrugged again, "I guess they died a while ago? Y/N said it was just a car crash- and from what I understand even if they were alive; they were pretty uninterested in kids."

"Even though they had 4," Jason added.

"There are worse things than benign neglect," Tim snorted, kicking a chair out for Steph.

"She's the youngest," Jason felt compelled to point out, "And the only girl-"

"Yeah," Steph said rolling her eyes, "But that doesn't mean they cared anymore. Honestly, according to Charlie, by the time they got to her they were tired. And they never really wanted girls."

"So basically," Tim mused, "Her brothers are over protective and she's a little weirdo-"

"Yeah," Steph snorted. "But, she had a lot of time to hone the weirdness. AND her brothers just gently bullied her into having actual social skills." Steph dropped into the chair Tim kicked out and yawned.

"She sounds lovely," Clark chuckled.

"She is," Stephanie said earnestly. "She brought me cookies on my birthday the year we had a class together. And if I called her tomorrow and said I needed help, she'd be there."

"What kind of cookies?" Tim asked.

"Chocolate chip," she said cheerfully. "She said she didn't know what I liked so she took a shot-"

"That's cute," Tim admitted.

"Weird kids make the best friends," she said shrugging, grinning.

"Yeah they do," Clark agreed, bending to kiss the top of Bruce's head.

they should invent a type of sleeping where you wake up and feel rested

Tim's trying to take a break from his family by staying with YJ in San Francisco and Damian shows up.

"Father is being irritating, and benched me. So I ran away."

Tim's having a heart attack like, "AND YOU CAME HERE? MY BROTHER IN CHRIST I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOU. DO I LOOK LIKE RICHARD JOHN GRAYSON?"

Damian's unflappable. "I don't see the issue. You're always saying I may visit you."

"THIS IS NOT A FUCKING VISIT-"

Tim stares at Damian eating his food and insulting his baffled teammates and lies when Bruce calls him to ask whether he'd seen Damian. "Hm? No. Why would he come to me? Dick's closer to him in Blud. Yeah, I'll keep an eye out."

Dick calls, "okay, so he's either with me or you, and I know he's not with me."

Tim's relieved, "oh my God, yeah, he's with me, come pick up your little brother before Kon gets sick of him and 'accidentally' pushes him out of the third floor window."

Bruce never grieved his parents fully and this dictates every aspect of his adult life.

He can never escape the ghosts of his parents and it hinders him so badly. He’s obsessive and overprepared and angry because Batman is reactionary. His driving force is reactionary.

He’s always planning for the worst case scenario because the worst case scenario happened to him and he was unprepared and it fucked him up. His parents’ loss slammed into him and he didn’t have any defenses against it. So he builds walls to protect himself against that sort of loss in the future.

Bruce Wayne is driven by grief; defined by grief. He does everything in his power to not relive his trauma. And when he does? When he loses someone? He goes off the rails because he can’t deal with it. He doesn’t have the tools to cope. His control has been stripped away. He’s helpless again.

Anyway this is an incomplete meta post so feel free to add on lol I’m just rambling

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If a girl is to do the same superman thing where he takes off his disguise, we just look pervy. Not the same effect

Cried literal tears reading the epilogue! It was such a perfect ending to the journey. I usually hate endings and goodbye but this was a comforting departure❤️ love this with everything in me 😭 I loved how it even showed how this far into the relationship the Parker’s still has their troubled moments 🫧 Thank you so much for all the happiness these stories have brought me! Although I do have a question, I don’t know if you have already addressed what the code to peters arm meant? 5474? I might have missed it. But anyway love you Marlie, thank you ❤️✨

ahhh yes, the question everyone has been asking for what feels like centuries.

what does the meaning 5474 on peter's lab and on his arm mean ? well, in short, it's y/n's name.

y/n's name in JOOR is -- kiri.

personally, i always saw y/n (or kiri) as a combination of her japanese mother and her asgardian (norwegian) father. small, slight, and yet tough as can be, the name kiri has origins in many cultures but the one that stood out to me the most when researching names initially was the concept of a sturdy tree, or rough tree bark. i know this sounds a little insane and makes me seem unhinged, but kiri is the most stable of all the characters during the entire series (especially during JOOR) when she's the constant, planted tree there for everyone to rely upon.

kiri has maori origins actually, and then became wildly popular in japan in the 1950s. its cambodian origin signifies the name as the 'mountain summit' which i really liked thinking that kiri was always working towards reaching her peak and understanding who she is both for herself and for others.

in other news just as important as the others, kiri is a popular middle eastern cream cheese brand. very important information.

the reason that peter makes kiri's name his lab code and the code on his arm is because he was willing 100% to give up everything that day in the hospital. he was going to disappear. he was going to give up. he wasn't even going to put that arm on. he was ready to be done in more ways than one until kiri popped her little head into his room and reminded him of something good that could be in his future. he puts the arm on. he enters his lab again. all because of her. to signify this, he honors her by using her name.

it's not the most obvious thing, but when you take into consideration kiri's name and the four digit passcode, it can be noticeable - hence why aggie and peter had that moment over christmas where aggie clearly realized that peter was using her name on his arm.

kiri is loosely based off a good friend of mine who i have always admired her gracious spirit and humility. we once had a conversation about how our roots and where we came from and the influence of our parents' backgrounds impacted how we see the world and her japanese upbringing regarding thoughts on charity and praise for others is something she has always been grateful for because it is a reminder to herself that everyone has their core love inside them and it is our jobs as human beings to use that love to promote and protect others. hence, one of the basis of kiri's background.

so it doesn't really have a super big meaning ? but it was always a kind of fun little code that i got to use for myself and a little inside moment that, if you ever decide to read the story again, you'll now have this information and that will make the reading experience all the more enjoyable.

hopefully this long awaited mystery doesn't disappoint ! i can't thank you all enough for sticking with this story. i know peter and kiri were super fun and enjoyable to write, and i can only hope they were just as fun and enjoyable to read.

Exciting news.

IF YOU NEED ME -- Epilogue: It’s Alright

SUMMARY: a very soppy ending, a very fan service cameo, and a very long time coming ending we’ve all been crying for

WORD COUNT: 15k

WARNINGS: this is the end i guess it’s been a real fun time. thanks for the mems. who’s ready to get sentimental

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“Say it’s all right (it’s all right). Say it’s all right (it’s all right). It’s all right, have a good time. ‘Cause it’s all right, whoa, it’s all right. We’re gonna move it slow. When lights are low. When you move it slow, it sounds like more. And it’s all right, whoa, it’s all right. Now listen to the beat. Kinda pat your feet. You got soul, and everybody knows. That it’s all right, whoa, it’s all right. When you wake up early in the morning. Feelin’ sad like so many of us do. Hum a little soul. Make life your goal. And surely something’s got to come to you” - Solomon Burke

It was a beautiful sunrise. It was the kind of sunrise that you’d felt in your bones even before you’d fully woken up. It washed over your shoulders and cheekbones and down all the way to your toes as you stood at the end of the small patio deck overlooking the ocean.

“You and I still share a love for early mornings, I see.”

You turned and smiled as Étienne wrapped his arm around your waist and the two of you continued to look out over the water together. The south of France was a warm splash of sunshine wrapped in a cool breeze that smelled like strawberries, citrus, and heaven. You couldn’t believe you’d waited this long to come after too many attempts at Étienne to get you here.

It finally felt right.

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