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"When Did You Get Hot" but it's Johnny and Tony's son who used to race as juniors and then realise eachother hit puberty before their next prix (as in from ur fic idk I just thought this was a cool idea)
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now that finals week is over i PROMISE ill get to writing LMAOOO my semester has been so hectic and i (maybe) lost my phone!! haha... hopefully ill get this done by new years :)
uno ᥫ᭡ r.shidou
while throwing a party, you and shidou decide to bet on a game of uno: loser has to get piercings and a tattoo of the choice of the other
masterlist
“𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 do that would you?”
The tan man smirks, “Oh yes I would.”
A chuckle escapes your mouth, “You would get piercings and a tattoo, over a game of uno… can I get that in writing?”
Laughter erupts from the table, everyone clearly intoxicated. They watch the spectacle with deep interest.
“Hah, ya just gotta trust my word on that. But we can shake on it if it makes you feel better.”
“Wait so you just to be clear… if you win, I have to get piercings and tattoos of your choice and vice versa?”
A nod of confirmation sets the deal, you two shake on it as the dealer hands out the cards. Glaring at your number one enemy at the moment sitting across the table, you mentally devise a plan to cheat your way to winning. Maybe sneaking one or two up your sleeve, dropping a few and blaming another, devious plans plot your mind.
apologies ᥫ᭡ j.storm
johnny storm and stark’s son (you) race for the winning spot in the monaco grand prix, things get heated and it ends with a broken nose, a kiss, and an end to a years long rivalry.
masterlist
𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐙, 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 the strong scent of sea. The Monaco Grand Prix was undoubtedly a special one. The Mediterranean weather was perfect, the atmosphere boomed with excitement, and more importantly, your parents stood in the audience.
There, in a special section above, stood Tony Stark and Pepper Potts excitedly waving and blowing kisses at you.
“Need your mommy’s good luck kiss, Stark?”
“Nah, but I’d love one from your sister, Storm.”
The blonde narrowed his eyes as he walked closer in full suit. The racers on the track intermingled as they send their last text before the race,
“You know, I had a dream about this last night, wanna know how it ended?”
“You having wet dreams about me, Storm? I appreciate it, but I don’t sleep with people on the job,” you smirked.
“I- what?” Johnny blushed. “No, it ended with me winning, and poor you looking up at me,” he teased.
“Well, hate to break it to you, but this is reality. So, let me tell you how this is really gonna end,” you leaned against the vibrant red car. “It’s gonna be you, looking at the back of this car, when I win.”
“Hm, and if you don’t win?”
“Hah, I never, not win.”
“You’re just as cocky as your dad. Anyone ever tell you that?”
“It’s just genetics,” you replied.
Johnny laughed. “Didn’t your dad crash when he tried to race?” He asked before patting your shoulder. “Let’s hope your driving skills aren’t genetics either.”
“Think you can keep up, Storm?”
The other chuckled as he walked back.
“I know I can, but can you?”
MONACO GRAND PRIX
LAP 76/78
The heat inside the car burns your skin. The cheers and the soaring cars fill your ears as you and Johnny go neck and neck for first. The other racers are light-years behind.
Time is relative, and for you it slows down. Every second lasts a minute, and every minute feels like an eternity.
A blur of blue came into your right peripheral vision.
“He’s on newer tires than you, you wanna box?” A voice rang in your ear.
“Fuck no. I got this.”
You glimpsed at your cracked side mirror as Johnny fell slowly behind.
“What the fuck is he doing?” You questioned.
Just then, the blue car pushed to you, forcing you to go inside and only barely stopping from crashing into you. Continuously, Johnny’s car would close onto your tires before you narrowly escaped collision.
“Holy shit! This guy is fucking crazy!” You yelled.
“There’s left turn up ahead, use it,” your team told you.
God, this fucking guy is so annoying. You can just imagine his stupid smirk right now.
You huffed inside your helmet as you zoomed past the straight and onto the turn. However, instead of keeping to the inside for the distance, you pushed outwards—by default pushing Johnny Storm onto the wall.
Clashes banged in the circuit as the blue car scraped on the narrow wall. Dangerous play, outright practically illegal. Yet, your push only lasted for seconds before relieving the pressure off. Just enough for plausible deniability.
Johnny faltered when you pulled off. His car slowed and inevitably, only saw the back of your’s.
You let out a loud cackle. “Haha! Let’s go!”
“Nice play, Stark. Take it home.”
Your team rushed towards your car as you stopped. Quickly jumping out, you relieved your head from your helmet and took off your mask. Hands came to pet your hair, but your eyes only sat on one man.
“The fuck was that!” Johnny Storm yelled as he jumped out of his car. He rushed towards you, and like a magnetic pull, you rushed to him. "That play was bullshit!"
“What play? The one that you tried to take both of us out with?” You yelled back.
Johnny sat a finger right on your chest. “Don't fucking act stupid with me, Stark. You tried to murder me with that turn!”
Your eyes narrowed as you stared into Johnny. “I don’t know what you're talking about.”
“Yeah?” He chuckled. “You can’t win with skill, so you try to send me to the hospital, huh? Take me out?”
Your neck cranked down as Johnny’s turned up. Music blasted over the speakers, but it fell silent on your ears. Crew in both blue and red attempted to pull both of you, but their existence disappeared as you gazed at Johnny.
Huh, when did Johnny take off his helmet? His hair swooped in all directions and eyes widened like a mad dog. His breath heaved by the second and your heartbeat raised in decibels. You could feel nothing, sense nothing—-nothing but Johnny. You stood taller than him (which gave you satisfaction that Johnny hated it), but ironically, Johnny was the one consuming you. His presence covered you like a blanket. His eyes shined as vibrantly blue as his car and you could notice the redness on his cheeks.
Only Johnny Storm could bring out the worst in you. Only he could force you into illegal plays. Only he could incite childish petty behavior from you. Only him.
“How did it feel?” you breathed out. Johnny’s eyebrow raised in confusion. “How did it feel seeing the back of my car, when I won?”
“You bitch,” Johnny whispered before bringing a fist back and…
BAM!
Your nose shot in pain, blood quickly fell down your face. Your team decided to appear once again and pushed in between the two of you. The cheers crashed into your ears like a tsunami. The sun was too bright—-your suit stuck to you like glue. You could hear a faint female “Johnny!”
Your head swiveled and swerved, as if it were a car taking a fast turn. Hands guided you back into a room, and you covered your nose in pain. Numerous yelling from others gifted you a migraine. You attempted to take control of your breathing, but quickly you felt yourself crash from adrenaline.
The couch laid comfortably beneath your body. Your temporary makeshift home blasted AC to freeze the room. Your body laid pathetically on the soft cushions and you tilted your head back onto the wall.
“You know, you’re not supposed to do that. Especially after a broken nose, take it from me,” a voice broke you from your trance.
“How many people have you angered, again?” You laughed.
Tony sighed as he took a seat next to you. “I stopped counting after the first 20,” he smirked.
You chuckled at your father’s answer and brought a hand to the bandages that covered your nose.
“You know your mom sent me here, right?”
“She mad?”
Tony snorted. “Mad is an understatement.”
You groaned and rubbed your hands on your face. “Fuck…”
“And honestly kid, I gotta agree with her. I may…” Tony trailed off as he tapped his chin in thought, “dislike… the Fantastic Four. But what you did there on the track wasn't acceptable. You worried me there.”
You stared blankly at your fathers words.
“Well… maybe not entirely worried. Still unacceptable."
You raised an eyebrow.
“Your mother was very worried.”
Tilting your head, you gave your father an unimpressed look.
“Okay, yeah, maybe I did get a little satisfaction from you humbling that kid…” Tony smirked. “Don’t tell your mom I said that.”
“He was on my ass. I had to do something,” you explained yourself.
“Yeah, I know. That’s not what I’m disappointed about.”
“What?”
“You got punched… by Johnny Storm… on live television, seriously kid. After all those self defense classes I signed you up for?”
“I know, I know,” you sighed. “I just… I don’t know.”
“Listen, I know you two have this little… thing… going on,” Tony started. “I know you get a certain way about him, but-”
“Certain way?” You interrupted.
“Yeah, you know, like…” your father went silent, choosing his next words carefully. “Look, it’s very obvious you have some emotions about him.”
“What!” You yelped—wincing at your high voice. You stood up in an act of defense. “I don’t- No- You have it wrong- Him and I aren’t-”
“Kid, everyone can see it. You and him… you’re like your mom and I at first. She used to hate my guts, and now I rip her guts op-“
“Oh my god!” You groan. “I don’t wanna hear that! Him and I are nothing like you and mom! I don’t like him!”
“Mhm…” your dad hummed, seemingly unimpressed.
“Seriously! You gotta believe me!”
“I do believe you…” he smirked.
“I- Him- No! I don’t wanna kiss him, date him, let alone marry him!” You pace back and forth in the room. “He’s- He’s- He’s so insufferable! Annoying! Cocky! He just punched me!”
“I gave your mom strawberries once.”
“Isn’t she allergic to strawberries?”
“Yeah,” Tony laughed. “But, that isn’t my point. My point is this... childish rivalry-”
“It’s not childish.”
Your dad snorted as he tilted his head back. “Sure,” he said and turned to face you again, “I’m just trying to say, your mom already worries a lot for you. This thing,” he waved his hand around. “She still berates me about letting you do this. Don't give her any more of a reason to have a heart attack. Only one of us can have heart problems,” he only half joked.
You laughed weakly as you resumed your spot on the couch.
“Oh, and she said to apologize to Storm,” Tony added as if an afterthought.
“What!” you yelled. “He’s the one who punched me!”
“Hey, whatever your mom says, goes,” Tony brought his hands up in surrender.
“I’m not apologizing until he does,” you settle as you cross your arms.
“That’s your call,” he mumbled. Your dad cleared his throat as he stood up. “Alright,” he said as he laid a hand on your shoulder. “Good job, you did well.”
“Thanks.”
Tony turned to leave the room, but before he left, he turned around. “Hey kid?”
“Yeah?”
“Try not to get punched on live television again? Honestly, that was kinda embarrassing,” he said as he left through the door.
“Thanks dad,” you mumbled sarcastically. You huffed as you laid back on the cushions. A moment of silence passed until you groaned and rubbed your face.
“He’s never gonna let me live that down.”
“Mister Stark, in yesterday’s race, you and Johnny Storm were going head to head, and you had pinned him to the wall—an illegal play. What was going on at that time?”
The press room stabbed with silence- no, anticipation. The punch yesterday had unfortunately shined more attention onto your dangerous move on the circuit. Many speculated it was the reason for the interaction after—which, yeah, fair, it kinda- definitely was the reason.
A member of your team gave you a nod from the corner of your eye. You took a deep breath and tightened your lips. You went over this exact question last night, going over every plausible response. You steadied your breath as you leaned into the mic.
“What I did,” you started. “I… I was high on emotions and wasn’t thinking straight. I resorted to a dangerous move and I apologize to everyone that saw it.”
“And to Johnny Storm?” The reporter asked.
You furrowed your eyebrows and forced a smile.
Over my dead body.
“That’s between him and I,” you said with one of the worst attempts at an innocent voice. The reporter wrote notes on her pad as she nodded.
The microphone shifted to another reporter. The room fell into silence as the new reporter cleared his throat.
“So… regarding what happened after the race. Johnny Storm, member of the Fantastic Four, got into a uh… physical… debacle with you.”
Of course.
“Can you, er, take us through that moment? What was the reason for it?”
You chuckled and pondered over how to answer.
“You’d have to ask Storm that. I have no idea what goes on in his head,” you smiled sweetly at the reporter. Perfect. Just enough innocence mixed with spite.
The reporter flushed as he wrote on his pad. “Right, of course, yes.”
The cold whirling of the AC froze your room. Your shirt scrunched somewhere on the floor as you laid on your bed with only sweatpants and boxers. The TV lit the room with yesterday’s race, it was always routine to watch your performance the next day.
You sighed as you heard a light knock on your door. Begrudgingly, you stood up—the cold floor of the Stark home burned your feet with every step.
You swung the door open. “I swear if thats you Peter-“
“Uh,” Johnny fucking Storm stood in front of your bedroom.
“I- What are you doing here?” You asked.
Johnny stared at you, his eyes trailing down to your abdomen.
“Hello?” You asked again.
“I, uhm…” Johnny averted his gaze.
You smirked at his fidgeting and bouncing leg.
“Your sister sent you here, huh?”
“No!” He squeaked. “Ahem,” Johnny cleared his throat, “I mean no.”
You chuckled under your breath and leaned against the door frame. “Right, right… then why are you here?”
“…”
“None of your business.”
“I know you’re here to apologize,” you smirked.
Johnny took a deep breath as he stared right into your eyes.
“…”
“Oh my god, your ego cannot be that fragile.”
“Shut up!” He yelled. “You haven’t apologized either for killing me. I saw what you said today, “'that’s between him and I?'”
You laughed and brought your hands in surrender.
“I was waiting for you to apologize to me first,” you said with an expectant smile.
The clock in your room ticked with every second as Johnny struggled to find words.
“I… fuck… look,” he took a deep breath. “I’msorryforpunchingyouIshouldn’thavedonethat!”
“…”
You blinked, you’d like to consider your brain pretty quick due to your job, but Johnny’s word had you standing for a minute to process.
Once you finally decoded his words, you barked into laughter. Johnny’s ears red with embarrassment. God, this was too funny.
“This is great,” you wheezed. “Come back again, same time tomorrow? I’d love to do this again.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Alright,” you laughed. “Well, thanks for stopping by,” you said as you turned to close the door. However, a hand held the door back.
“Oh no, Stark. You still owe me that apology for almost killing me,” Johnny demanded.
“What do you mean?” You asked sweetly with a smile.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. That illegal play!”
“Technically,” you said as you opened the door again. “They said it wasn’t illegal,” you smiled.
“Bullshit! How much did you pay them?” Johnny crossed his arms.
“Nada, I’m just that good. All skills baby,” you winked.
Johnny huffed in annoyance. “I still want that apology.”
“Look, I didn’t try to kill you. You saw the press conference, I wasn’t thinking straight,” you sighed.
“Doesn’t matter, you still did it anyway.”
You narrowed your eyes. “It was an accident.”
“Blah blah blah, excuses, excuses, excuses,” Johnny rolled his eyes.
“You’re insufferable, did anyone ever tell you that?”
“Nah,” Johnny smirked, he waved his hands. “Usually I’m described as hot, sexy, charming, you know, the guy that all the ladies want.”
“Yeah? Add annoying blonde to it too,” you rolled your eyes.
“You’re just jealous,” he hummed.
“Why would I be jealous?”
“Because I’m just better than you,” Johnny’s signature smirk plastered on his face.
“God, you are so fucking annoying,” you mumbled.
“Fuck you,” the blonde stepped closer. “You’re high ego won’t even let you say two simple words,” Johnny touched your naked chest with a pointed finger.
“I don’t have a fucking ego,” you breathed out. Johnny’s face crept closer, both your breaths bounced off the other.
“Then. Apologize.”
“Make. Me.”
The sound of heavy breathing filled your ears. You noticed the twinkle of excitement in Johnny’s eyes. His face lit up perfectly in the mellow lighting of your room.
The world stopped, memories from yesterday flashed in your mind. The closeness, the determination in his eyes, his finger putting pressure on the exact spot from yesterday. Only this time, you two were alone.
Johnny’s eyes flickered down to your lips—only for a quick second. And the world exploded.
You pulled the other by the arm into your room and shut the door. Slamming Johnny on the wall, you leaned in to, finally, close the gap between you two.
Teeth clattered with teeth, your hands pinned him by his waist while his hands came to your hair and pulled harshly. You let a groan slip past as the bastard bit hard on your lip.
Despite the air conditioning, sweat started to coat your skin. Your body buzzed with adrenaline, and it was as if you and Johnny were on the track again—going head to head for first, alive and ruthless.
You pulled away from his lips and immediately dived to his neck. Johnny cranked his head to give you more access and, god, is this what you were missing out on?
You licked and sucked on his skin, Johnny’s panting suffocated your ears. You smirked as you bit down on a small part behind his ear.
“Fucking hell, Stark…” Johnny breathed out.
You let out a small chuckle before planting a chaste kiss on the section before dropping to his adams apple.
“Shit- who taught you how- fuck,” Johnny groaned as you slipped a leg in between him and grinded your knee against his groin.
You chuckled on his neck and pulled up, deciding to drink in the sight of the blonde.
Holy shit…
Johnny leaned back on the wall, panting for air. His neck littered with purple fresh bruises and lips red and swollen. His eyes half closed as he leaned his head on the wall. His adam’s apple moved as he swallowed.
“Shit,” you whispered.
Your eyes trailed down to his groin, where a tent stood front and center. Johnny noticed your smirk and he scoffed.
“Fuck you,” he whispered in between breaths.
“I’m trying,” you reply.
Johnny huffed as he pushed himself off the wall and pushed you to sit on the bed.
“Asshole,” he said before diving in to steal another kiss.
You bring a hand to his waist to pull him in and straddle you, but instead Johnny slaps your hand away.
“Johnny?” You whisper.
His smirk only grows before he slowly falls to his knees in between your legs, never breaking eye contact.
“Think you can keep up, Stark?”
You laugh and settle a hand on his hair.
“I know I can, but can you?”
obsessing over f1 and johnny rn so i js had to LMAO
im willing to turn this into a series if yall like
sienna ᥫ᭡ j.todd
jason todd runs into a troubled teen and takes responsibility over them (like father like son).
☀︎ chapter one ☀︎ masterlist
𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀
Until he did.
“You have gotta be joking…” Jason groaned, rubbing his face with his hands. A missing tire on his motorcycle, a wrench, and a child running away. How symbolic.
He could let the kid run away—truth be told, he did consider it. Yet, the tires weren’t ordinary ones he could find on some website. They were custom made, and more importantly, they were also expensive. While yes, Jason could theoretically obtain another tire, no problem. Simply because he’s a prosperous crime lord didn’t erase his value for money. He was not about to let a few thousand dollars run away.
“You seriously thought you were gonna get away?” Jason huffed when he cornered the kid, “You got balls, I’ll tell you that.”
“Fuck,” the child panted for air as they turned around. Long strands of hair peeked out of the hood, a feminine face stared back at Jason. However, it was not her gender that was deemed important.
Jason chuckled, “A fucking fifteen year old steals my tire. Just my luck.”
“I’m twenty, actually.”
“Bullshit,” Jason laughed, “I've been around kids like you, don’t think I don't know your lies.”
The girl continued to huff. She only stared narrowly at Jason.
“Seventeen?”
She shook her head.
“Fourteen?”
Another shake.
“Sixteen?”
Silence.
Jason chuckled breathlessly, “Look, just give me my tire back and I won’t tell your parents.”
“Yeah,” the girl dryly laughed, “good luck with that.” Suddenly, the wind seemed to feel too cold for Jason.
Minutes stretched on. The girl nestled the tire into her hip and unamusingly stared at Jason. And well, Jason was—for the billionth time since his resurrection—lost.
“I…” He attempted to start, “fuck, I really need that tire back, kid. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Kid?” The girl shot quickly. “Don't call me that, you don’t even look that old.” She looked him up and down. Jason had his civilian clothes on, it was supposed to be a chill night in Gotham. He planned on walking around and maybe picking up a fight or two at some bars. Unhealthy coping mechanisms aside, it helped him destress.
“I’ll say thank you when you hand the tire over.”
“How old are you? Nineteen?”
“Hah, funny. Twenty-two. Hand the tire over.”
“You’re not twenty-two…”
“What?”
“You don’t look like it.”
“How do I… never mind. Give me the god damn tire.”
“Hmm… no.”
“The fuck? Why not?”
The girl narrowed her eyes. “Why can’t you just buy a new one? Judging by your stupidly bright fiery motorcycle, you’re clearly rich enough to replace it.”
“That’s not…” Jason rubbed his temple. “Just hand the fucking tire over. I need it for… purposes.”
The girl snorted. “What? Like driving some hot chicks around in your Johnny Storm ass motorcycle? Okay, buddy.”
Okay, this kid was really getting on his nerves.
Jason was tempted to grab a random guy walking by and beat him in front of the kid. Not enough to send the person to the hospital and traumatize the girl for life, just to instill enough fear to listen to him. It was unfortunate that his morals betrayed him when he needed them the least.
The girl then looked at a nearby dumpster. Jason followed her line of sight. A fire escape sat just above the garbage. Jason knew all too well what she was thinking.
“Oh, you’re not escaping me.”
The girl ran and jumped onto the dumpster, then onto the fire escape. Jason followed her all the way inside into a window of a decaying apartment. Wallpaper was torn, floorboards creaked with every step, and the number of punched holes in the walls was mountainous. The apartment looked and smelled like a trap house. Jason could see bottles of liquor in a corner, some white substance packaged in bags, and pills toppled over as if it were a pharmacy instead.
It made Jason shudder, but not because of the griminess, but because he could almost perfectly envision Bruce and himself standing in a similar apartment all those years ago—when Bruce had taken Jason under his wing and changed his life, what a fucking asshole.
“Can you just fuck off already?” The girl exasperated.
“You live in this shit?” He mindlessly asked.
The girl rolled her eyes. “No, Casper lives here, actually. I just sleep over sometimes.” She quipped. “Yes, obviously I do. What? You've never seen an average Gotham apartment before, rich boy?”
Jason narrowed his eyes on the child. “Not funny,” he responded.
His eyes lingered on a stained, cold mattress in a corner. He didn’t need to imagine the countless pathetic meals that were eaten and spilled on the mattress. The amount of restless nights—tossing and turning over a mattress of bricks. The back pain in the morning was his least favorite part.
“Alright, rich boy, we get it, you sleep in a king-sized bed. You can stop judging my bed now.”
“I didn’t grow up rich,” Jason snapped.
“Oh no, sorry, you grew up “upper middle class”, right?” She mocked.
“I grew up in Crime Alley, not a fucking penthouse,” Jason stared at the girl. Her body stilled.
“I used to steal tires too, since I was ten. Used to make money that way. Got caught when I was twelve when my old man took me in…” Jason’s eyes stopped on a spot in a corner. “He changed my life. I hate him every day.”
“You hate him for making your life better?”
“I hate him for pretending that he loved me.”
What almost felt like an eternity passed by. Minutes counted down on a ticking clock, which was at 2:49 pm (it was dark outside). It’s surprising how many times Jason could easily turn a situation awkward. He came here to get his stuff back, now he’s trauma dumping on a random girl. A twenty-two year old talking about his daddy issues to a literal teenager… about as awkward as looking at your own grave.
“You have issues,” the girl commented.
“I need that tire back,” Jason reminded her, choosing to ignore her attempt to anger him.
“Yeah, yeah,” she sighed. The girl placed the tire onto a wall before walking in front of the mattress and flopping onto it.
Jason moved silently to grab the tire, and before exiting the window, he turned back to look at the child. She had run down headphones on, lying with her eyes closed. For a second, Jason thought he was staring at his younger self
ᥫ᭡.
It wasn’t as if Jason wanted to bump into the kid again. It’s not like he had her phone number and texted her, “Hey, let’s meet outside a casino!” It was only by mere chance that the kid sat in front of the same casino Jason was staking out. Definitely not fate or anything, at least that’s how Jason convinced himself
“Oh shit,” the girl almost screamed when her eyes locked onto Jason.
“You look… different. Hah, you actually decided to wear something decent!” She joked, yet it was only met by a cold stare from Jason.
“What the fuck are you doing here… and are you… are you drunk?”
The girl giggled. “Shh, there’s a security guard behind you!”
“Right…” Jason mumbled. He stared at the peculiar sight in front of him. He was slightly amused- mostly concerned, of course… but still… amused.
He sighed as he dragged her up from the curb and propped her up on his shoulder.
“Shit- what the fuck are you doing!” She exclaimed right into Jason’s ear.
“Don’t scream in my ear…” he rubbed his ringing ear with his free hand. “And I’m getting you out of here. You know damn well this city isn’t safe, especially for you.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means you’re a vulnerable teenage girl and there's sickos out there.” He answered without missing a beat.
“So is that what you think I am? Just some small girl who needs saving from a knight in his oh so wonderful shining armor?”
Jason groaned as he continued to walk her to his motorcycle.
“No, I don’t but-”
“Wait… you’re not about to kidnap me and murder me, and now I’m gonna be on those TV shows of unsolved cases…”
Jason could only raise an eyebrow at her. “No, but if you’re not more careful, someone else will.”
“Blah blah, save me the moral lesson, Superman. Not like I’m gonna remember when I wake up tomorrow anyways.”
Jason’s jaw tightened and his eyebrows furrowed. God, the kid was not making it easy to take care of her.
“What were you even doing in a casino? You got some gambling addiction?” She asked.
Jason rolled his eyes. His mind flashed through various excuses he learned over the years, “I hung out with some friends.”
She snorted, “You do not have friends, man. I’ve seen your motorcycle before, stop lying. You just gambled, huh?”
“I don’t think that matters.”
“So you did…?”
“Not important.”
“That’s a yes!” The girl snickered.
Jason sighed. A glimpse of optimism flashed in him when he noticed his motorcycle in view.
“How did you even get alcohol?” Jason questioned.
“A gentleman never tells,” she sang.
Jason muttered under his breath as he finally sat the girl down on his motorcycle.
“Oh my god, did your motorcycle get more stupid? There's no way you genuinely like this matchstick shit.”
“Okay, well, I seem to actually like it,” he mumbled
Jason flinched from the sheer volume of her cackle. “You’re an actual walking stereotype.”
“Whatever,” he sighed.
“Here, put this on,” Jason told her as he settled his helmet on top of her head. “Try not to vomit inside it, that costs a good penny.”
“No promises…”
A simple hum in acknowledgement was the only precaution he gave her before he switched his motorcycle on. A loud noise rang in his ear, the engine showed no mercy to silence. He grabbed the girl’s arms to wrap around his waist.
“Do not let go,” he ordered her. “Unless you wanna die.”
The girl shook her head violently, and so Jason pulled out of his parking.
The drive was slow and calm. Jason might have been killed from his recklessness before, but god, if he ever died from a fucking motorcycle? He would never find peace in himself.
A bright gas station sat on a corner of an isolated street. Jason turned in and parked next to the doors.
“You alright?” He asked when he took his helmet off her.
“Jesus, who taught you how to drive?” She grumbled as she held her stomach. “Fuck, I think I’m gonna throw up.”
“Don’t do it on me, wait.” He picked her off from his vehicle and helped her walk away from his precious motorcycle.
Jason sat the girl on the curb. “Stay here, if you leave, I’m not gonna look for you.” And well, yeah, Jason did kind of lie, he was gonna look for her, but she didn’t need to know that.
The last thing Jason heard before heading inside the gas station was a weak “Aye aye, captain!”
“Fuck,” he muttered as he wrapped his arms around him. Jason was no stranger to cold, after all, he quite literally died. Yet, inside the store, it felt like Mr. Freeze had a personal visit. Might as well call the gas station ‘Antarctica’.
He hummed along with the song from the speakers as he walked from aisle to aisle. Almost every shelf was stocked with junk that Jason was only 99.9% sure was radioactive.
“Water, water, water,” Jason repeated to himself as he grabbed a few snacks on the way to the drink section. He could almost hear Bruce’s disapproving sigh as he grabbed a Snickers bar.
Jason’s eyes wandered as he walked to the cashier. He paused his step as he looked at the girl sitting outside the store. She wrapped her arms around herself and propped her head on her knees. He can see her chest slowly heave with every breath.
Each wave of wind hit harder than the last. A tsunami of breeze hit Jason for the millionth time as he curled into himself. The cold glass of a gas station stabbed his back with ruthless freezing pain. The rain crackled onto the streets, and a rumble of lightning would wake him out of a slumber every so often.
“You better not be asleep,” Jason said as the ding of a bell rang from the doors.
The girl picked her head up with lightning speed. “What?” She mumbled. The girl rubbed her eyes as she sighed. “Nah, nah… just resting my eyes.”
“Sure. Drink this,” he told her as he opened a water bottle and held it to her. She wasted no time listening to his orders.
Jason ruffled through his bag of snacks. He picked up a bag of potato chips and a Snickers bar and set it next to the child.
She raised an eyebrow at him. “What’s this?”
Jason mimicked her expression. “Food? Unless you don’t want it. I can eat it myself.”
“No! I just…”
“Just stop asking questions and eat,” he pointed at her food. It wasn’t particularly a five star meal, but it wasn’t exactly nothing. He deserved some credit for that at least.
“What’s your name?” The girl asked as she munched on a chip.
“What?”
“You don’t know your name?”
“No, asshole, I’m just-” he huffed, “it’s Jason.”
“Hm. I’m Sienna.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
A blanket of silence washed over them—neither daring nor desiring to speak. Crunched chips fill the air, devoid of voices. Jason spotted droplets of water derived from the clouds above. The harmony of water tapping onto the glass windows of the gas station behind Jason filled his ears with a sense of nostalgia.
He turned to look at the glass walls that protect the store from head to toe. His eyes lingered on a certain spot on the walls. To this day, Jason can perfectly describe the feeling of the cold wind hitting his shivering body in that same spot all those years ago.
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nurse — alexis ness x gn reader ; drabble
alexis ness gets injured from soccer. kaiser taking him home, he spends the day under your care
hugs and kisses — anri teieri x gn reader ; drabble
anri comes home stress, but then sees her beautiful lover (that’s you… i think?) you two share an endearing moment while i cry from loneliness
uno — ryusei shidou x gn reader ; drabble
while throwing a party, you and shidou decide to bet on a game of uno: loser has to get piercings and a tattoo of the choice of the other
-> detective comics
sienna — jason todd & teenage oc ; series
jason todd runs into a troubled teen and takes responsibility over them (like father like son).
-> marvel
apologies — johnny storm x male reader ; oneshot
johnny storm and stark’s son (you) race for the winning spot in the monaco grand prix, things get heated and it ends with a broken nose, a kiss, and an end to a years long rivalry.
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i do not like unsolicted advice | positive energy only, hate is not allowed | nsfw allowed | I DON'T write; minor x 18+, incest bonds (includes batcest) | gn, masc, fem reader request are accepted l i don't like to write canon x oc, but canon x canon and x reader i can do :)
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hi my name is lazuli and i am 17, A MINOR. i love many things like soccer (fc barcelona specifically), i like hamilton, anime, comics, video games, and a lot more!
i post sporadically and i have no schedule + im also a busy person so sorry if i leave you hanging!
`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ my fav characters are
yuta okkotsu (jik), RYUSEI SHIDOU (bllk), sae itoshi (bllk), saiki kusuo (saiki k) peter parker (marvel), tim drake (dc), moon knight (marvel), satoru gojo (jjk), BRUCE WAYNE (dc), jake peralta (b99), JASON TODD (dc), kyle rayner (dc), spencer reid (criminal minds), dick grayson (dc), johnny storm (marvel), any many more
`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ my fav pieces of media are
BATMAN ARKHAM GAMES, jik, aot, saiki k, young sheldon, b99, BLLK, the suicide squad, the batman (matt reeves), mcu, hamilton musical, DETECTIVE COMICS, criminal minds, MARVEL, dispatch, superman 2025, creature commandos, etc
nurse ᥫ᭡ a.ness
alexis ness gets injured from soccer. kaiser taking him home, he spends the day under your care
masterlist…
𝐆𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 fill the room, the soccer player has yet to get comfortable on his couch. His right leg propped up after suffering a terrible injury. Kaiser just stands there, staring at his misery, bouncing his leg up and down impatiently.
“When are they gonna come?” The blue haired man asked, “Waiting all day isn’t exactly my specialty, Alexis.”
The shorter man quickly comes to your defense. Forgetting his injury, he abruptly gets up, but he then almost screams in pain with the stress on his knee. Keys then fiddle with the door outside, prompting Kaiser to dash to the location. You sprint pass the tall man to get to (your favorite) German. Kneeling in front of the couch, you examine his knee with concern.
“Are you okay? I heard a noise from outside.” You question your lover.
He grunts for a moment but responds with that sweet voice of his, “Of course, meine hübsche.” (my pretty)
You give a small chuckle as you stare at his leg more intently, using your experience as a nurse to tend to your boyfriend. You ask the normal questions; did you take your medicine, how’s the pain 1-10, etc. After caring for your partner, you notice a tall figure still standing in front of the door.
“This is disgusting, I’m leaving.” Is all Kaiser said before he makes his departure. You have no idea how your angel of a boyfriend ever even liked that demon. Not trying to toot your own horn here but… you like to say you take much better care of him than Kaiser ever will.
“You okay, beautiful?” Ness asked, it only melts your heart more. This guy could literally beat up a person and you would just stare with big red hearts as eyes, it was so cartoonish your love for him. What was even more silly was his love for you. He would turn the world upside down, left and right, and end it if you gave him the word. It truly came out of a fairytale – his everlasting love for you. Some called it like a dog and master, but it was much more. If it truly was dog and master, you would be the unconditional loving dog who worshiped Ness, you would do just as crazy a thing for him just as he would for you. It was a mutual insane obsession, some might call it unhealthy, you guys called it love.
You only smile at him and give a chaste kiss to his cute forehead, making sure to get straight in the middle. You travel over to your kitchen – one that you rarely used when Ness is over as he always suggested going on a date to a fancy restaurant, but now here you are making your best to imitate the cuisine from his favorite German restaurant. If Ness was gonna spend the next couple weeks on your couch, isolated from the world, he was gonna get the best food he got since his birth.
You sang delightfully in tune with the song, Chemtrails Over the Country Club by Lana del Rey played on the speaker. Cooking some meat, Ness layed there, staring at the most ethereal person attempt to cook him a five star meal (you would fail but he wouldn’t tell you). God he wish he could capture this moment on his camera so he could keep a physical copy, but he supposes a phone will do.
After eating a sweet treat for dessert (which ended up being ice cream because somehow you fucked up the original dessert). You hold Ness on your shoulder, traveling to your room so you have easier access to him in the middle of the night. Unsurprisingly being extremely heavy, it takes a while before you settle your boyfriend on the bed.
“Wait here, I have to get the kit.” You state before heading to the restroom. It only takes a few seconds but you come back with gauze and other materials to rebandage the injury. No words are said as you focus on his knee, with the silence saying everything that's needed. Ness once again oogles at your focused state, making him question if he should visit you at work more often. Phantom hearts fill his eyes, thoughts of you caring for him, this time with a ring on your finger flood his mind. He wonders if he should start getting injured more – but then you would have to worry more and he doesn’t want that. However, seeing you here, with the soft orange light from the lamp capturing your features beautifully. He feels like home here, maybe he will move in with you next month. After all, no house is a home without your presence to warm it.
Putting the kit back, you come back to bed with pajamas. You guys set your TV on a show, and although you don’t particularly find it entertaining, hearing Ness laugh next to you is a more than good enough reason to keep it running.
And when the lights go off, when it’s just you two in the dark in your bed – that's when most of the memories happen, the talks, the jokes, the moments of adoration of the other, where one could stare at the other’s resting figure and recollect the day. Where you two laugh at Ness’s new lockscreen of you cooking peacefully in the kitchen.
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hugs & kisses ᥫ᭡ a.teieri
anri comes home stress, but then sees her beautiful lover. you two share an endearing moment while i cry from loneliness
masterlist…
𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 coming home from work upset is something no one would desire, but when it came to Anri it was special. She loved her job – wouldn’t trade it for the world. It quickly became a running joke that Anri loved Blue Lock more than you, sure that may sound unhealthy for a relationship, but… well that’s a future problem to solve.
“What happened, love?” you asked lovingly, while chopping the vegetables just exactly how you know she loves it.
She notably hesitates as she takes off her shoes, taking a moment to sink in the view. You, sitting there very attractively (and cutely) with your ‘Kiss the Chef’ apron that hugged your body in all the right places. Anri took a sigh as she came behind you, wrapping her arms around your body. Understanding what she needs, you set the knife down and turn to face your beautiful, recently married, wife.
Whether it was minutes or decades, you guys just stayed like that – hugging and caressing her hair. Nothing mattered in these moments, not soccer, not work, just you and Anri. God how you loved moments like these, genuinely wished Anri was with you (almost) 24/7 so you can hug her to death. Cause of death, Anri Teirei, hugged to death.
After a while she sighed and broke the hug, preferring to look you in the eye.
“Rin and Shidou fought again, I swear they’re like rabid animals.”
A giggle escaped your mouth, Anri giving you a harmless yet intense side eye. “Which one is Shidou again? The cool one?”
“Eyeliner, pink dyed hair, heightened instinct and positional awareness inside the box.”
“Uhh… yeah yeah those two and… that last one.’
Laughter engulfed you two as your bodies continued to intertwine. You had no idea about soccer, it held zero space in your mind. Yet when you went on your first date with your future wife, and she spent 99% of the conversation just talking about the sport and some guy named Theirry Henry, you knew at that moment that this woman will be by your side when you guys die romantically driving off a cliff (or maybe from watching too many soccer games).
It was almost natural the way Anri casually let go and sat next to you, on the counter. The way she talked about her day, how Sae Itoshi apparently wants Shidou to play with him in the next huge match, how Ego granted her, once again, some huge wisdom about soccer, how nervous and stressed she is for the future.
“And I don’t know, like I feel confident but I’m not. Surely the game will be rigged in their favor, right? And Shidou and Sae pair up, what on earth could that mean? Does Sae have an alternate plan? Is he gonna be the reason I have to abandon such a huge proje-”
A simple kiss, it was all it took.
“You’re overthinking. There's just of an equal chance Shidou might just be benched in the entire game, you’ll know what to do when the day comes. You always do.”
Her face softened as she stared into yours. It was then destroyed by tears as you were, unfortunately, chopping onions. Quickly making it her cue to actually go get ready in her pajamas. By no means was Anri an amateur at cooking, you just had a knack for it. No book in any recipe could ever explain how you were able to chop those behemoths of a food without a single reaction.
It was only then, while you two were snuggling up as you watched a documentary about Lionel Messi, that you stared into your partner’s face. Memories of family and friends joking about how perfect your relationship is. You didn’t quite find them that humorous (although some pride did fill you), after all you and Anri had your moments of, well uh… let’s just say incidents. You paid no attention to them, but it was times like these, domestic moments, ones that give your heart warmth – that you truly realized that those jokes were all true.
@lakeside-paradise @tofumiarchives @rini-rushed @shrii-kk