Fanatic Four

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

June 4th: Friend Zone

For the June Jukebox Scribbles event

Warning: jealousy

Prompt: June 4th- Right Place, Wrong Time - Dr. John / “But I'm having such a good time”

Character: Johnny Storm

I know it’s short but please let me know your thoughts and reblog. Also, would love to discuss any ideas these little snippets inspire!

Love you! 💞

"We need to go." Johnny taps your arm with his knuckles.

"But I'm having such a good time." You argue as you turn to him.

"Apparently. I thought you were too cool for these things." He scoffs.

"I never said that. You know I'm not the best at parties." You counter. "Susan was never much for them either."

"My lame sister? No shit." He rolls his eyes.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing. I'm over it. Let's go." He snips.

"Gee, okay," you look into your mostly empty cup. "Let me toss this."

"You know an Uber will cost you an arm and a leg."

"Johnny, I said one sec." You frown.

"I'm waiting two minutes then I'm out." He sneers.

You shrug him off and search for a bin. Johnny can be a real bitch. His sister says so, too. Unfortunately, they're a package deal.

You check your pockets and purse; keys, wallet, phone, and rush to the front door. You come out to Johnny revving his bright red Corvette. You get in as he takes off before you even close the door.

"Why did you even make me come?" You huff.

"Well it was for you to giggle at that idiot in the frog hat." He leans on the gas.

"Jake's funny."

"Funny looking." He snorts.

"What are you? Five?"

"And what are you? A slut?"

"Huh?"

"You heard me." He snarls. "Hanging off of me like a scarf until you see any other guy..."

"Seriously, we're friends, Johnny."

He shakes his head and hits the wheel. "God you're real fucking stupid. I'm not friends with girls. Especially not ones with your ass."

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Omg I saw you wrote for Johnny Storm it was so good🩷🩷🩷 is it okay if you write one where reader is a shy sweet assistant working for Susan Storm or someone in the team and her and Johnny are trapped (reader doesn’t know Johnny has a huge crush on her) as it’s happens to be a trap… Johnny is very dark in this he planted a sex pollen (I hope this isn’t too much to ask) ♥️♥️♥️

Trapped and All To Himself » Johnny Storm/Human Torch

Pairings: Dark!Johnny Storm x Shy/Sweet/Assistant!Female Reader

Summary: Johnny traps you in the lab so he can have you all to himself.

Warnings: Dark, Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, sex pollen, tiny bit of noncon, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the lovely request, anon🩵

A/N #2: I suck at writing dark fics. Just know I’m trying.

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes

Header made by my friend🩵 / divider made by me

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You were in the lab of the Baxter building, finishing up something for Susan and Reed. Johnny walks by the lab to see you in there. He has a crush on you, but you don’t know it. He smirks to himself, thinking it’s the perfect opportunity to trap you in there so he can have you all to himself. He walks in the lab, closing and locking the door behind him. He also made sure to disable the security cameras that’s in the lab beforehand.

“Hey, cutie.” Johnny casually greets you.

“Hi.” You mumbled, focused on what you’re working on.

Johnny places a cup on the table as he sits down. The cup contains sex pollen that he figured out how to make. To you, you assumed that he brought something to drink with him so you didn’t think anything of it.

“What’re you working on?” He curiously asks, spinning around in the chair like he always does.

“I’m finishing up something for Susan and Reed.” You say quietly.

Johnny nods and hums to himself. He leans his arms against the table, leaning in dangerously close to you. You felt a bit uncomfortable with how close he is.

“Can you please move a bit?” You asked politely.

“Sure thing.” Johnny says.

As Johnny moves away a bit, his hand accidentally bumps the cup, which falls off of the table and shatters on the floor. You two stared down at the shatter pieces of glass on the floor.

“Oops.” Johnny says all calm and collected.

You stopped what you were doing to clean up the glass. You grabbed the broom and dustpan to sweep up the broken glass. As you bent down to pick up the dustpan, your skirt rose up just enough to reveal your panties to Johnny. He shamelessly stares at your ass and choice of panties you wore today.

“Sorry for breaking the cup.” He pretends to apologize.

“It’s ok. No worries.” You say sweetly as you threw away the broken glass.

As you were putting the broom and dustpan away, you felt different than how you felt a few seconds ago. Even though Johnny is the one who planned this out throughly, he feels the same way you’re currently feeling right now.

“Do you- Do you feel weird too?” You asked.

“What do you mean?” Johnny asks, slightly tilting his head.

“I don’t know. I just- I just feel weird. Like I feel hot and-” Your cheeks turned red in embarrassment, because you didn’t want to tell your boss’s brother that you’re hot and bothered right now.

“Hot and bothered?” He asks.

You nodded. You feel yourself becoming hotter. Good thing you’re wearing a tank top under your sweater, because you took your sweater off to cool yourself down, which didn’t help much. You still feel hot and bothered and you don’t know how to fix it. You lean your hands against the table and closed your eyes, taking deep breaths. Johnny smirks to himself. He took that as an opportunity to walk up behind you. You jumped when you felt his hands on your hips.

“What- What are you doing?” You asked.

“Helping you, baby.” Johnny says softly as he began to kiss your neck.

“N-No!” You quickly said when you realized what he’s about to do to you. “Johnny, please don’t!” You begged.

“It’s ok, princess. Just let it happen.” He says darkly.

“Please don’t!” You begged.

Your body betrayed you. Your body gave in before you did. You didn’t want to do this. Actually, you do, but not like this and definitely not in the lab. A whine left your lips when you finally gave in.

“I knew you wanted this just as much as me, baby.” Johnny says softly against your neck.

Johnny spins you around and picks you up, sitting you on the table. He forcefully spread your legs and stood in between them. His lips were on yours in seconds, heatedly and hungrily kissing you. Your eyes flickered over towards the security camera that’s in the corner of the lab.

“Johnny, the- the camera.” You say breathlessly.

“I disconnected it.” Johnny says.

John actually disconnected the cameras in the lab right before he went in there.

Johnny pulls you to the edge of the table, your ass on the edge. You gasped when you felt his bulge on your panty covered pussy. His hands roamed your body on their own accord, going lower and lower till he got to your panties. You lifted your hips as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties. He shoves them in the front pocket of his jeans after he took them off of you. Then his hand goes right back in between your legs.

“Wait- Wait a second.” You breathed, closing your legs with his hand still in between them. “We should- We should go somewhere more private.” You suggested.

“No. We’re fine in here.” Johnny says.

Johnny forcefully opens your legs back up. His fingers teased your clit a bit before he unexpectedly slides two fingers in your pussy. You gasped and grabbed onto the edge of the table you’re on. Your mouth fell agape, moans and his name leaving your lips and your head fell back as his fingers fucked you relentlessly. Your chest raises and falls with every breath you take.

“Fuck. You’re so tight. Your pussy is going to feel so good around my cock.” Johnny says.

Johnny’s fingers never let up on their thrusting speed. They continued to fuck you relentlessly. His fingers hit that one spot inside of you with ease. Your head fell back in pleasure. Johnny took that as an opportunity to kiss and mark up the column of your throat. Your hips bucked against his hand when his thumb presses against your clit as he rubbed it. One of your hands grabbed onto his wrist, digging your nails in his skin.

“You’re going to- You’re going to make me cum!” You moaned.

“That’s the point, babe.” Johnny smirks.

Your orgasm was building up the more Johnny’s fingers fucked you and his thumb rubbed your clit. You can feel it. You’re just about there. Johnny can feel it from the way your pussy is squeezing his fingers. Is he going to let up? No, he’s not. He’s going to continue that same relentless pace until you cum.

“Johnny, I- oh fuck! I’m going to cum!” You moaned.

Johnny didn’t say a word. His fingers continued to fuck you relentlessly till you came on his fingers, a loud moan leaving your lips. You fell back on the desk panting as Johnny took his fingers out of your pussy and licked your release off of his fingers.

“You taste incredible.” Johnny practically moans.

A tingle went through your body when you heard the sound of Johnny unbuckling his belt. You gasped when you felt his cock come in contact with your pussy. He lines it at your entrance and thrusts into you with a rough thrust that caught you off guard.

“Johnny!” You moaned squeakily.

Johnny held onto your waist while you held onto his shoulders. His thrusts were relentless. In a way, you wanted him to slow down, but in a way you didn’t. You wanted whatever was in your system to get out of you as quickly as possible. Even if this is the only way to do it.

“You’re a tease, you know that?” Johnny says.

“I’m- I’m not.” You stuttered and moaned.

“Yes, you are.” He says. “You wear those cute little outfits around the building. Teasing me. Always making me hard. Now, I have you all to myself and you can’t go anywhere.” He says, saying the last sentence darkly.

You didn’t even hear the darkness in his voice in that last sentence. You were too focused on the pleasure you were receiving from him. Then suddenly, you felt Johnny’s hands heat up against your skin, not burning you. Just heating up. You moaned when you felt it. Johnny smirks to himself.

“You like that, don’t you, baby?” Johnny says.

You hummed and nodded, but that wasn’t a good enough answer for him. Johnny grasps your jaw, not tightly. Only to get you to look him in his eyes.

“Use your fucking words.” He says like a demand.

“Yes! I love it!” You moaned out.

Johnny let’s go of your jaw and puts his focus back on his plan. Speaking of his plan, it’s going better than he expected. You never saw any of this coming.

Johnny places a hand on your chest and gently pushes you back on the desk. His other hand slides under your tank top and up to your breast. His hand slides under your bra, placing his hand on your breast and gave it a squeeze. You moaned at the feeling.

“Oh, Johnny!” You moaned.

Your back arches off of the desk, pressing your breast more into his hand. Your head falls back against the table and your hands scrambled to find something to hold onto, which was the edge of the desk. Johnny’s free hand goes in between you and him. His finger began rubbing your clit at the same speed as his thrusts. Your orgasm was building up more and more. Your legs began trembling against his sides.

“I can feel you getting close, baby. You wanna cum?” Johnny asks in a cooing voice.

“Yes! Fuck! Please!” You begged.

Johnny smirks, loving the sound of your begging. His fingers briefly stopped rubbing your clit to give it a pinch, making you squeak.

“Johnny, please! I have to- I need to cum!” You begged in a whiny voice.

“You need to cum?” He kinda mocks.

“Yes! Please!” You begged once more.

“Cum.” Is all he says.

Your hands grip the edge of the desk tightly. A loud pornographic moan leaves your lips as you cum. Johnny rubs your clit and fucks you through your orgasm.

“There you go. Good girl.” Johnny praises.

Johnny’s thrusts didn’t falter for a second when his orgasm was building up. His thrusts are still relentless. He doesn’t even think about pulling out of you when he can feel that he’s about to cum. A deep moan leaves his lips as he cums inside of you. His thrusts come to a stop after a few more. He pulls out and then sits down in the desk chair. You’re still laying flat on the desk. Both of you are sweaty and panting. Johnny shameless watches his cum drop out of your pussy.

“How you feel now, baby?” Johnny curiously asks.

“I think-” You paused to take a breath. “I think I’m fine now. I don’t know what came over me a little bit ago.” You say.

“Me neither.” He says.

A grin forms on his face. Johnny knows exactly what came over you earlier, but he’s not going to tell you. He’s just glad that everything went according to plan. You sat up on the desk, propping yourself up on your elbows so you can see him.

“We should get cleaned up and dressed.” You say.

Your shyness came back as you cleaned yourself up and got redressed.

“I don’t want anyone to find out about this. Can this stay between us?” You asked shyly.

“Of course, baby.” He walks closer to you. “It can be our dirty little secret.” He says softly and dirtily, making a shiver go down your spine.

-Bucky’s Doll

[xreader1989]

Yay! Love that someone i still writing fir Johnny Storm 🔥

could I request some smuttiness where he and his wife keep getting caught by the other team members?

It was NOTHING!

Johnny Storm x fem!wife!reader

18+, MDNI, fingering f receiving, reader wears a skirt

Wordcount: 1.7k Masterlist

You were simply trying to place Reed’s notes for his next lecture on his desk in the lab so he was prepared for tomorrow morning.

You should have known it would go south as soon as your husband Johnny started following behind you like a puppy dog, complaining about how busy you’ve been with work.

You placed the notes down neatly and as you turned around, Johnny stood there, caging you in on both sides as he placed his hands on the desk behind you.

“Johnny,” you said sweetly, no hint of annoyance in your tone.

“I miss you,” he whined.

“I’m right here, and we live… and work together,” you said, bring your and up to pat him on the cheek. One of the things you loved most about your husband was how clingy he was, you had gotten so used to it that you’re not sure you could live without it if you tried.

He groaned like a child in response, clearly not satisfied with your answer.

You laughed at him, pushing him aside so that you could go back to work. He ran in front of you, stopping again to barricade you in the lab. This time, he wrapped his arms around you and placed both his hands on your ass.

“Come on, I haven’t tasted you in weeks,” he whispered it in your ear, his breath tickling your skin and sending a chill down your spine.

You giggled, trying to mask the ache in between your legs and prevent yourself from moaning at the feeling of his hands on your ass. “Is that why you’ve been following me around? You’re horny? We had sex last night, babe,” you said matter of factly.

“Yeah, but, you know what I mean,” before you could respond he crushed your lips in a needy kiss.

“We haven’t done it in the lab in like... forever,” he said in between kisses.

Who were you to deprive him of such a thing? This gorgeous man standing in front of you, begging to go down on you? You would be crazy to deny him of such.

He hooked his hands under your thighs and lifted you onto the nearest lab table. He pulled you forward so that you were as close to the edge as you could be. You opened your legs so that he could stand between them and he immediately pulled you into another crushing kiss.

You basically moaned into his mouth from the shock of how passionate the kiss was. Before you could even process what was happening he was kissing down your neck, surely leaving marks as he moved to your collar bone and the skin of your chest that your blouse exposed.

You silently thanked yourself for wearing a skirt today. His hands began roaming your body and your breathing picked up.

His hand slowly, painfully slowly, made its way to your underwear, which were already wet in anticipation. He kissed you again, causing you both to moan into each other’s mouths. He lightly traced your underwear before pushing it to the side and running his fingers up and down your wet folds.

“Johnny” you breathed out, your body shivering at his touch and your core clenching around nothing at the sensation.

”Looks like someone is just as eager for this as me,” he whispered, his breath tickling your lips, “you need me that bad?”

Before you could justify him with a response he pushed a finger inside, his movements still teasingly slow as he curved it and moved it in and out. You hung your head back and tried to suppress the curses that were threatening to leave your lips.

He slipped in another finger without warning and your entire body seized at the newfound fullness. He picked up his pace slightly, you brought your face up to look at him. His pupils were completely blown, his blue irises nowhere to be found. He was completely mesmerized by the reaction you were having to his touch.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” the strings of curses incoherently left your mouth as he moved his fingers faster and rougher, hitting exactly where you needed them to.

Just as Johnny decided you were ready for his mouth, the doors to the lab flew open, and neither of you had time to process what was happening until a high pitched scream filled the air.

You had never heard a grown man scream the way Ben Grimm did when he walked through the doors of the lab.

All while you tried to button your shirt and Johnny tried to hide his boner behind his palms.

Ben’s roar echoed off every surface in the lab: “WHAT THE—?!”

You yelped, scrambling backward on the table as Johnny practically launched himself away from you like he’d been electrocuted. You were pulling your blouse back up with one hand and your skirt back down with the other. Suddenly feeling the cold air on all of your exposed skin.

”WHAT IS HAPPENING,” Ben said, bringing his large hands up over his eyes as he tried to form coherent sentences.

“Nothing!” Johnny shouted immediately, “NOTHING!” His hands flying up in front of him in the least convincing attempt at innocence you had ever seen.

“DON’T ‘NOTHING’ ME, MATCHSTICK—” Ben stomped further in, then abruptly turned his massive body away, throwing an arm over his eyes. “I WALK IN FOR ONE SECOND—ONE SECOND— THIS IS THE SECOND TIME THIS MONTH!”

Sue rushed in right behind him, eyes wide. “Ben, what’s wrong—oh my—! AGAIN?”

Reed, of course, was right behind her, already adjusting his glasses like he could somehow logic his way out of the situation. “What seems to be the—”

He stopped mid-sentence. There was a beat. A long, painful, completely silent, beat.

You were frantically adjusting your blouse with shaky fingers. Johnny was attempting to stand in a way that looked normal and failing miserably.

Reed cleared his throat. “Ah.”

Sue pinched the bridge of her nose. “Seriously? In the lab?”

Johnny bristled instantly. “Hey! It’s our lab too!”

“Not for—whatever that was!” Sue shot back.

“It was nothing!” you blurted, immediately cringing at how unconvincing that sounded.

Ben let out a strangled noise. “Lady, I ain’t blind!”

“I said it was nothing!” Johnny doubled down, gesturing wildly. “We were just—talking! Like— like last time!”

Reed raised a brow. “Is that what the kids are calling it now?”

You shot Reed a betrayed look. “Reed!”

Sue crossed her arms. “Unbelievable. We leave you two alone for five minutes—”

“It’s been weeks,” Johnny muttered under his breath, “and we didn’t even get to the good part so does it really count?”

“Johnny!” you hissed.

“It has not been WEEKS according to what I heard coming from your room last night,” Ben groaned loudly. “Can we please never have this conversation again? Ever? I’m beggin’ here.”

You hopped off the table, smoothing your clothes and trying to regain any shred of dignity. “Can everyone just… pretend this didn’t happen?”

Sue gave you a look. “Oh, I will not be forgetting this.”

Johnny scoffed. “You’re all overreacting.”

“Overreacting?!” Ben barked. “Kid, I’m traumatized!”

Dinner that night was somehow worse. You had hoped that everyone would silently agree to move on. That hope died the second Ben set his fork down and leaned back in his chair with a grin.

“So,” he started.

“Don’t,” you warned immediately, pointing your knife at him.

Johnny groaned. “Ben—”

“No, no,” Ben waved you both off, clearly delighted. “I just wanna understand. Is the lab the new date spot now? Should I start knockin’ or bringin’ earplugs?”

“BEN,” you snapped, face burning.

Sue outwardly laughed, “yeah? What is it about the lab tables?”

Johnny dropped his head into his hands. “I hate all of you.”

“Oh, I don’t think I’m done yet,” Ben continued, ignoring him completely. “Do I gotta start puttin’ up a schedule or maybe just a sign? ‘Hey, Grimm, don’t go in there— Mr. and Mrs. Torch are busy’—”

“Ben,” you warned again.

Johnny finally looked up, glaring. “You’re real funny for a guy who screamed like a little girl.”

“I DID NOT—”

“You did,” Sue cut in, grinning now. “It was very high-pitched.”

Reed nodded thoughtfully. “Statistically, I would agree. For someone of your… stature that shouldn’t have even been possible.”

Ben looked personally betrayed. “Oh, now you’re all comedians.”

You buried your face in your hands. “I’m never leaving our room again.”

Johnny nudged your knee under the table. “Worth it,” he whispered.

You kicked him under the table, causing the plates to shake and him to wince, making Sue smile brightly.

“Save the foreplay for the BEDROOM you two,” she said looking between you both, “notice how I said bedroom and not LAB.”

Everyone erupted into laughter at that, at least they were making light of the most horrifying moment of your entire life.

As the conversation shifted, Johnny’s arm stretched out across the back of your chair and he leaned over slightly.

“You wanna get out of here and finish was we started?”

He said it at a volume that was only for you, but your cheeks still heated up.

You pushed off the table, causing your chair to screech across the tiles, Johnny doing the same. You both snickered as you cleared your plates and began scurrying out of the kitchen. Johnny patted your butt as he followed you out of the shared space.

“Don’t think your slick!” Ben yelled as you turned down the hall to your room.

“You’re just jealous!” Johnny yelled back as you laughed.

You both entered the room and couldn’t get your hand on one another fast enough. And they should be jealous, because you loved being loved by Johnny Storm.

[dearwalker]

Genuinely need someone to write. a Johnny Storm fic where the reader is like the doctor from Doctor Who. Like they crash their version of the TARDIS in the Fantastic Four universe, and they get picked up by the Fantastic Four. Reed’s taken the TARDIS to his lab to study and the reader had to regenerate after getting severely injured in the crash. And like once they wake up, the first person they properly meet is Johnny Storm and he’s just like, “oh my god?? Marry me??”

Bonus if the reader acts like the tenth doctor (David Tennent, I will always love you ♥️)

“Oh my god?? Marry me??” Is the most Johnny Storm reaction to cross dimensional women 🤣

I’m not familiar with Doctor who but I love the idea of crashing into the Fantastic Four universe (literally) lol.

[drempen]

Ben can do better

[oneshot-twoshot-redshot-blueshot]

Fire & Ice

TW: mentions of traumatic event for reader, hints at anxiety/panic attack

The intercom buzzed, the sound ringing throughout the kitchen. “Dr. Richards?” The doorman’s voice came through the speaker, static crackling slightly. 

Reed stretched an arm out for the panel, remaining seated at the table. “Yes, Marcus?”

“You, uh… might want to get down here. The cops are here.”

The group’s heads snapped up, eyes meeting each others’. Police? At seven in the morning?

“I’ll be right there,” Reed said, standing. He made his way to the elevator, snagging his keycard from the counter.

“Reed?” Sue asked, starting to rise from the table.

Reed held a hand up as the elevator dinged, the doors sliding open. “Stay here. I’ll ring if I need you.” He stepped in, the doors closing in front of him, sealing him away from the rest of the team, their faces holding curious, if slightly worried, looks.

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Reed was out of the elevator before the doors were halfway open, stepping quickly across the lobby. Two officers, their blue uniforms almost neon under the fluorescent lights, stood in front of the curved security desk. Between them stood a woman who appeared to be in her mid-twenties. Her eyes were trained on the ground, a dull gaze in them, open but not seeing. She was wearing a wrinkled, yellow diner uniform; a streak of white (powdered sugar, or perhaps dried gravy) was on the front of her abdomen, and a small red stain (ketchup?) could be seen near the hem of the skirt.

Reed’s gaze slipped towards the floor-length windows that surrounded the first floor. There was a small crowd standing outside; a few flashes from cameras popped brightly, even in the morning sun. A barricade had been set up, and a few other officers were keeping the press at bay. The Fantastic Four were no strangers to the press or to having the public gather outside, but seeing them here, now, put a small spike of unease in Reed. 

He quickly crossed the remainder of the lobby, stopping beside the security desk. “Good morning, officers.”

“Doc,” one policeman replied, giving a small nod. He didn’t seem upset, just… wary. Apparently, whatever had required his presence here, whoever this young woman was, had thrown his morning slightly off-kilter in a way that traffic stops and speeding tickets didn’t. “We, uh… had a bit of a situation this morning. A weird situation.”

The young woman’s gaze remained on the floor. She wasn’t cuffed, and neither officer was holding her in place. She was simply frozen, a living statue; the only indicator that she was alive was the slight movement of her chest as she breathed, the occasional blink. 

Reed’s gaze slid from her back to the officer. “What sort of situation?”

The policeman nodded his head to the side minutely, taking a step away from his partner and the woman. Reed followed.

The officer looked over his shoulder at the woman before turning back to Reed. “That young lady works at the King Street diner. You familiar with it?” Reed nodded. “Yeah, I figured. Place is an institution, y’know? Anybody who’s anybody has eaten there at least once. Frankie, the manager, he’s real good to cops– gives us a discount.”

Reed nodded as he shifted slightly. What did any of this have to do with him?

“Anyways,” the officer continued. “I had the morning shift today; supposed to start at eight. So, I figured I’d treat myself to breakfast before work. I got there right as Frankie was openin’ the place. He was a little upset because the waitress who was supposed to open this morning hadn’t shown up, meaning that the grill was still cold and the coffee hadn’t been started. I go in with him, take a seat at my usual booth; it’s a good morning, a normal morning. But then…” He paused, a faraway look starting in his eye. “Then… it wasn’t so normal.”

“What happened?”

“Frankie, he started gettin’ things ready. I heard him open up the big walk-in freezer, and then he screamed.” He shuddered slightly, the sound apparently still haunting him. “I scramble out of the booth, trippin’ over my own feet, and run over, gun drawn, thinkin’ that… well, I don’t know what I was thinkin’ I was gonna find. But it sure as hell wasn’t her.”

“Her?” Reed repeated. “You mean…?” His eyes flicked back to the waitress.

The policeman nodded. “There she was, just standin’ by a box of burger patties and a tub of ice cream. Turns out, she was the one who was supposed to open the diner this morning, but last night, as she was closin’, she got locked in the freezer.”

Reed’s eyes widened slightly. “She was in a freezer all night?” There was no way– the woman’s skin was pale, but not tinged with blue or black, no areas of frostbite, nothing to indicate her core temp had dropped at all.

“She was a little freaked out, but perfectly alive. Even apologized to Frankie for not gettin’ the coffee goin’ and started for the pot, ready to work her next shift! It was the damndest thing.” The officer looked once more at the woman, this time with a small look of reticence on his face. “But the more she bustled around that kitchen, the quieter she got, with that weird shut-off look on her face. And the more I thought about it, the more… uneasy I felt.” He turned back to the tall man in front of him. “That ain’t normal, Doc. It’s… alien.”

Reed’s gaze pulled back to the officer. He recognized that perhaps this layman didn’t mean ‘extraterrestrial’-- after all, that was somewhat of a leap, with little to no evidence. Regardless, the situation was unusual, and his scientific mind was already racing through tests, through possibilities. 

“By that point,” the officer continued. “More patrons were showin’ up to the diner, the steady breakfast crowd. I could tell the girl was shaken up, and since none of us really knew what happened or what could happen, I made a decision. So, I called up a few of the guys on the force, and we brought her to the safest place I could think of for someone… different.”

“Shouldn’t you have taken her to the hospital?”

“Look at her, Doc. She ain’t frozen– ain’t even cold to the touch. She’s standin’ upright. What are a bunch of needle-pokers gonna do to her except take her pulse and send her on her merry way?”

Reed looked once more at the woman. “Do you have any form of ID for her? Do you know anything else about her, or what happened?”

The man gave a short nod, stepping over to his compatriot, who handed him a small canvas tote bag. “This was in the restaurant, hangin’ on the hook where she’d left it last night. Frankie confirmed it was hers.” He reached in and pulled out a small, red leather wallet. Opening it, he pulled out a driver’s license. “Y/N Y/LN. Twenty-five. Lives two blocks away from the diner.” He slipped the license back into the wallet, holding it and the bag out to Reed. “We tried to ask her questions on the drive over, but she was real quiet-like.”

‘Probably in shock,’ Reed thought. Perhaps not the physical kind (although that remained to be seen), but the mental kind– your brain trying to process the trauma your body had just endured. Had you imagined you were going to die in that freezer? It would be a reasonable assumption for anyone to make. But then, when the freezer had opened, your worldview must’ve shifted, perhaps giving you a new outlook on life. But if you’d been prepared to die and were suddenly given another shot… that could’ve been a cataclysmic shift. 

Reed took the canvas bag, glancing perfunctorily in it– a set of keys, a worn paperback book, half a pack of spearmint gum. He dropped the wallet in carefully among the other items. Then he stepped closer to you, stopping a foot away, not wanting to crowd you. “Ms. Y/LN, my name is Reed Richards. I understand you’ve had…” Reed paused and momentarily wished that Sue were down here. She was better at conversations that dealt with emotions. “An… interesting morning. I’d like to speak to you regarding the events of the past twelve hours.”

Your eyes lifted, meeting his through your lashes. Your gaze moved to the officer, now standing behind Reed; your expression remained stoic, blank. Only the slightest twitch in your brow gave any hint of the concern you were feeling. 

“You are not in trouble,” Reed assured you. “This is not an interrogation. You are free to leave at any time.” He held your bag out to you as a gesture of good faith. Your eyes dropped to the canvas tote, the smallest flicker of recognition lighting in your eyes. You slowly lifted a hand, reaching out and looping your fingers through one of the handles.

Reed turned towards the officer he’d talked to. “Thank you, officer. I’ll take it from here.” He wasn’t exactly sure what the policemen had hoped he would be able to do with you, but he was intrigued by your story– how had you survived? 

The policeman gave him a nod. “Thanks, Doc.” As the two officers turned and headed for the door, Reed thought he heard a mumbled, “Thank god. That girl was freakin’ me out.”

Reed sighed and looked once more at you. He wasn’t sure what he would do with you, but you at least seemed a little more at ease as the uniformed officers exited the building.

“This way,” he said, his voice clear in the now-empty lobby. He turned and headed back for the elevator. He heard your quiet footsteps behind him. The two of you stepped into the lift, and Reed swiped his keycard before pressing the button for lab four. “I meant what I said– I’d like to talk to you about what happened. And, if you’re willing, I would also like to run some tests.”

Was it his imagination, or did the temperature in the elevator drop a few degrees?

“What sort of tests?” The question was quiet, your voice slightly ragged from disuse (or, possibly, a physical effect from the freezer). 

“Nothing invasive,” Reed assured you.

‘At least, for now,’ he thought. The possibilities of blood tests, DNA extractions… who knew how deep he would have to go to understand what had happened to you, what had kept you alive. 

You crossed your arms over your chest: a defensive posture or trying to keep warm? Perhaps there was a delayed reaction, and your body was only now realizing that it had been kept in frigid temperatures for hours…

The elevator doors slid open to reveal a pristine lab, white tile gleaming. Reed stepped into the room, pointing to a spot in the middle of the floor. “If you don’t mind, Ms. Y/LN, please stand here.” He crossed over behind a partition and hit a few keys, the screen lighting up. Through the window, he watched as you carefully set your bag near the elevator before standing where he’d directed. Your arms were at your sides now; your body was still, but your eyes darted around the room.

“This will be painless,” he promised, as the humming of machinery increased. “I just want to get a baseline reading of your vitals– temperature, blood pressure, heart rate– and this will take them all at once. Much more efficient than what you would experience at a doctor’s office.” Reed watched the screen in front of him as numbers appeared as the scan progressed. Everything was… normal. Perfectly, absolutely normal for a young woman in good health. Nothing to indicate that you’d spent the evening in a freezer.

“Hm,” Reed murmured to himself. He looked up at you. “Would you mind if I ran something similar to an X-ray? It won’t just capture your bones, but it will look at your nerves, your veins… pretty much every internal structural system.”

“Um… I guess?” You shifted your weight from one foot to another. “Will this one hurt?”

Reed shook his head. “Still painless. But it will take a little longer than the vitals scan. Please do your best to remain still.”

You gave him a nod, your mouth pressed into a thin line. 

A small flash on the screen drew Reed’s attention– your heart rate had risen, just slightly. “Perfectly natural to be nervous,” he said. “Especially after… what you went through.”

Another small jump in your heart rate.

“Would you mind,” Reed said. “Telling me about what happened?”

“I…” You swallowed. “I don’t know, exactly.”

Reed felt a shiver run down his spine. He tapped a few keys, pulling up the thermostat for the room– normally set to a comfortable seventy-two degrees, the computer now showed it had dropped to sixty-five. Surely you weren’t causing the temperature drop… right? But what if…

“What about your shift last night?” Reed asked. “Anything unusual happen?”

“No. Mrs. Johnson came in for her weekly meatloaf, and Mr. Brenner nursed a cup of coffee for three hours while he did the crossword. A handful of families and couples came in. It was… normal.”

Reed looked down. The thermostat now read sixty-eight degrees, climbing back to normal. “And then, when your shift was over…” An immediate drop– minuscule, only back to sixty-five, but noted. 

“I… I did my normal clean-up. Rolled some silverware for the morning. Frankie left around ten-thirty.”

“Does he often leave you alone?” It was now sixty degrees in the lab.

You shrugged. “I’ve worked for Frankie for almost five years. He trusts me. And sometimes, after long days, he leaves me to lock up alone. It’s not a big deal.” You paused. “At least… not usually.”

Fifty-seven degrees.

“Why did you go to the freezer?”

Fifty degrees.

“I was doing inventory, seeing if we had enough bacon for the morning, or if I would have to run to Griswold’s butcher shop before opening.”

Forty-four degrees. A puff of white appeared in front of Reed, his breath visible in the chill air. “And then? Surely, you’ve done that before. What made last night different?”

You blinked a few times, quickly. Reed could see your eyes were bright, holding unshed tears. “I don’t know. I propped the door the way I always do. It was supposed to be quick– in and out. Less than three minutes. But…”

Thirty-six degrees; Reed shivered again. The other screen flashed– your heart rate had increased, beating rapidly as though you were running a marathon. “So, the door shut on accident?”

“Yes.” The word was quiet. 

Thirty degrees. “Did you try to open it?”

“There’s no handle on the inside.”

Twenty degrees– the temperature was dropping as quickly as your heart rate was rising. “Did you try to make any noise? What if Frankie had come back– maybe he could have heard you and helped you.”

You shook your head. “I knew he was gone for the night– and I was the one who was supposed to open today. Nobody would be there until six thirty.”

Ten degrees. Reed was cold, but your vitals showed that your internal temperature was… normal. You were quivering slightly, but Reed assumed that was because of the emotions you were feeling, not the temperature. “Then what did you do?”

“I… I sat down on a box of butter and… waited.” You let out a shuddery breath. 

Zero degrees. “So, you just… gave up?”

Your eyes flashed, anger taking over from the despair. “What was I supposed to do?!”

A sharp crack sounded throughout the lab. You gasped, hands flying to your mouth. Reed stepped out from behind the partition. In front of you, stabbing through the tile floor, the sharp tip aimed in Reed’s direction, was a huge spike of ice. It glinted in the light. 

Reed gave you a tentative look before stepping closer to the icy stalagmite. It was huge, deadly-looking. The base had to have a circumference of at least a foot, if not two. The ice was blue and clear; he could see your legs through it, warped by the crystalline structure. He reached out and pressed a hand to it– it was frigid.

“Fascinating,” Reed said. He rushed back to the screens; your heart rate was slowing, returning to a resting rate. Your temperature remained normal. He hit a few keys and ran a scan on the icicle; it was pure ice, nothing more than frozen water. 

His eye flicked to the thermostat. The temperature was slowly increasing, striving to return to normal. But the structure of the icicle remained. He looked once more to you. “I want you to think about keeping the icicle frozen.”

“What?”

“I’m going to raise the temperature in here. But I want you to focus on the ice– keep it solid.”

“How–”

“Just focus.”

You huffed out a small breath, the overall temperature dropping a few degrees. But you turned your gaze to the icicle, a slightly wary expression on your face. 

Reed tapped one of the screens and slowly raised the temperature in the room manually– forty, fifty, sixty. When the room was back to the normal seventy-two degrees, he looked back out at you. The icicle, while slightly shorter, a small puddle of water at the base, was still present. He stepped back into the room, towards the icicle. He reached out; it was still cold.

“Incredible,” he said, mostly to himself. He looked up at you. “You have the capabilities to create ice and to drop the ambient temperature. It appears to be tied to your emotions, but further study is needed. I don’t doubt that you can learn to control it with training.”

“What?” you asked again. The icicle practically collapsed into a puddle, a light splash sounding in the cavernous room. “You mean… I made… that?” You waved a hand towards the space where just a moment ago, the large, angry icicle had stood.

Reed stepped to the side, avoiding the water trickling towards his shoe. “I do. I think you made it when your anxiety spiked when I probed about the events in the freezer last night, almost like… a form of protection. I think that’s why it was pointed towards me; I was the source of your anxiety.”

You looked down at your hands. “But… I didn’t mean to… I don’t even know how…”

“Hence, the need for training. If we can learn what exactly causes your ice, and you can learn to manage your emotions, there’s no reason why you shouldn’t be able to purposefully make more icicles, or perhaps even more complex forms.” Reed studied you for a moment. “I do apologize, Ms. Y/LN, but I have to retract my original statement– until we figure out how to manage this, I’m afraid it would be unwise for you to leave the Baxter Building.”

He saw the flicker of fear cross your expression, and then horror as you began to consider the possibilities for accidents. He could practically see you imagining huge ice spikes sprouting up when a diner customer irritated you, or when getting bumped on the subway, or when the grocery store was out of your favorite cereal. 

Sleet began to fall, tiny ice pellets landing on your shoulders, getting caught in your hair. They made soft clicking noises as they hit the tiles at your feet. The precipitation was localized, as if you had a storm cloud just above your head.

‘Interesting,’ Reed thought. He held a hand out, letting a few pieces land in his palm. They immediately melted into little droplets of water. Heightened states of fear or anxiety caused large icicles, while a low-grade worry produced sleet. What else could you be capable of?

“We have plenty of room here,” he continued, trying to give you an easy smile. “You will not be kept in a cell or locked away in a medical bay.”

You looked up at him, and the sleet slowed to a stop. 

“Come,” he said, turning and heading for the elevator. From the corner of his eye, he watched you step up beside him, crouching slightly and grabbing your bag. You slipped the handles over your shoulder as the doors slid open and the two of you stepped in. Reed swiped the keycard and pressed a button near the top– not the roof, nor the penthouse, where the Fantastic Four resided, but the floor beneath. A few vacant ‘apartments’ were on this floor, used by a few various staff members after long nights or visiting distinguished figures. Nobody was on that floor at the moment.

The elevator reached the upper floor, and Reed led you out into the carpeted hallway. He typed in a numerical code on the lock of the first apartment door, and it swung inward. It was a minimally furnished studio: a bed, a couch, a small dining table in one corner. 

“There are some clothes in the closet,” Reed said. “Standard issue sweats. If they do not fit, we can find you others. There are some shelf-stable food items in the kitchen.” He pressed a small screen near the door. “If there is something you require, you can put in a request here. If we have it available, H.E.R.B.I.E. will deliver it as soon as possible.” 

“H.E.R.B.I.E.?”

“Humanoid Experimental Robot, B-type, Integrated Electronics,” Reed explained. 

“A… robot,” you repeated.

He nodded as he tapped the screen again. “And if there are any issues, anything you need or would like to discuss, just send me a message through this. If needed, I, or one of my team, can be up here in less than a minute from anywhere in the building.”

You turned, looking around the small apartment. “Thank you,” you said, your voice hollow. Your eyes were beginning to glaze over, a similar expression to the one you’d been wearing when Reed had first seen you in the lobby this morning. 

“You should get some rest,” he said, aiming for a gentle tone. “You’ve had quite the morning.” He stepped out of the room, the door closing behind him with a faint click. His mind was spinning as he rode the elevator up to the next floor, thinking about scans and tests and the frozen capabilities you might have now. Of course, the underlying mystery was still the focal point– had the night in the freezer caused this? Or had your DNA somehow always been structured for this, the powers dormant until now? Had the policeman earlier been correct– were you an extraterrestrial species?

When the elevator doors slid open, Reed saw his team, his family, waiting where he’d left them. He glanced at the clock on the wall– had it really only been an hour since the summons to the lobby? The breakfast dishes had been cleared. All three heads spun around to face him: Sue’s teacup paused halfway to her mouth, lips pursed to blow the steam away. Johnny’s hand was shoved in the depths of a cereal box, despite having just eaten, his need for caloric fuel constant. Ben looked up from his newspaper, the pages twitching in his large, rocky fingers. 

“Well?” Johnny finally asked, breaking the silence. “What was that all about?”

Reed crossed into the room, taking his seat at the head of the table. H.E.R.B.I.E. rolled over, a fresh, steaming plate of bacon and eggs on his tray. “Thank you, H.E.R.B.I.E.,” Reed said, taking the plate and setting it before him on the table. He picked up his fork but made no move to eat. “There was… an incident last night. At the King Street diner.”

“Is Frankie okay?” Ben asked. He had a soft spot for the owner– claimed his potato pancakes were the best he’d ever had from a Gentile.

“He’s fine. Everyone’s fine.” His mind turned, trying to figure out what to say, how to explain the unusual meeting he’d just had, the stranger that was now staying just below the group. 

“Reed,” Sue said softly. “The police don’t just show up when everyone’s fine.”

“There’s a young woman. A waitress at the diner. Her name is Y/N.” Reed set his fork down with a sigh. “She… something happened last night that may have changed her on an intrinsic level.”

“What happened?” Sue asked, her posture stiffening.

“She was accidentally locked in the restaurant’s freezer overnight.” One of Sue’s hands flew to her mouth; Johnny’s eyes widened with shock. Even Ben, whose reactions could sometimes be hard to read through the geology of his face, stilled. “But,” Reed continued. “She’s alive. Perfectly healthy, in fact. Her core temperature doesn’t seem to have been affected, nor her skin.”

“Holy shit,” Johnny said. “That’s… impossible.”

Reed bit back the scientist's quote on the tip of his tongue– that nothing is impossible. And they, after their event in space, were all well aware of just how possible some improbable things could be. “It is… highly unlikely.”

“You said she was changed,” Ben said. “What’d’you mean by that?”

Reed took a breath. “It appears… that she now has the ability to create ice and manipulate temperature, specifically in a downward trend.”

The rocky eyebrows on Ben’s face rose. “How?” 

“Further examination is required, but it appears that it is tied to her emotional state. The more anxious she got, the lower the temperature dropped. And when she was in a heightened state of fear, the ice appeared, almost as a form of protection against an external threat.”

“External threat?” Sue asked.

“Me. I was asking her questions about what had happened in the freezer. When I pushed far enough, a large spike of ice sprang from the ground by her feet, pointed at me. Had I been standing there, it no doubt would have impaled me.”

Reed reached over and picked up a tablet from the counter. He pulled up the recording from lab four and turned the screen around to the rest of the group. They leaned forward, watching intently. The only indication of the lab’s temperature dropping was the faint clouds visible in front of your face. But the spike… that was noticeable. Sue flinched at the sound. 

Johnny snagged the tablet and rewound the footage. “Whoa,” he said, watching the replay. “She… she really created that out of nothing.”

“Where is she now?” Sue asked, a question born of concern for a person, not a test subject. 

“I put her in apartment one, downstairs. Given the… unusual nature of her abilities, and the fact that she doesn’t seem to have adequate control over them, I didn’t think it wise to have her return home.”

“Good idea,” Ben agreed. “Can you imagine what would happen if she let loose one of those spikes in public?”

Reed nodded. “My thoughts precisely.”

“So, what exactly is the plan?” Johnny asked. “Keep her prisoner here until you figure out how to make it so she doesn’t turn everyone into popsicles?”

“Not a prisoner,” Reed corrected. “I believe, with the proper training, she can learn to control her abilities.” He studied the blonde man. “Johnny, I think you’ll be the most help– you have experience controlling an element. It is your area of… expertise.”

The younger man’s eyebrows rose– he was often seen as inexperienced by his brother-in-law; a member of the team, yes, but one that was all flash and no substance. He straightened his shoulders minutely. “Yeah. Of course.” A flicker of doubt crossed his expression. “But, would it work the same? I mean, fire and ice… kind of universally known as being opposites.”

Reed gave him a minute nod. “There is a possibility that your abilities function differently, due to their nature. But, of all of us, you have the best shot at perhaps teaching Y/N the basics of control.”

Sue stood, setting her teacup in the sink. “I’m going to go see her. Make sure she’s okay.”

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Once the door had closed behind Reed, you’d stood in the center of the small apartment, looking around at the minimal furnishings. The room was comfortable enough, but lacked personality– like a hotel room. You slowly let yourself sink onto the couch, finding it plush and comfortable. Your skin felt like it was still buzzing, a low-grade sensation that had started when Reed had been asking you questions. The feeling had intensified when the spike of ice had burst through the floor.

You held your hands up, palms facing you. Reed theorized that you’d made that ice, that your emotions had caused it to spring from the ground. He also thought that you’d be able to learn how to control this newfound… whatever.

You held one flattened hand out and imagined a snowball. You stared at the empty space above your palm, trying to will the sphere into existence. Nothing. You stayed in that position until your arm was trembling slightly with effort. Still nothing, although when you pulled your focus back slightly, you noticed your breath was visible in the air.

A knock sounded at the door, the soft tapping noise like a gunshot in the quiet room. You stood and opened the door, finding a blonde woman with a kind face standing in the hall. You vaguely recognized her– after all, it seemed like you couldn’t walk a block in this city without running into something with one of the Fantastic Four’s likenesses on it– a newspaper, a billboard, the wall of televisions in the appliance store’s window. But you found it was different seeing the heroes out of their white and blue uniforms– Reed had been dressed in a simple button-down shirt and black trousers, looking very much like a science teacher you would see bustling down a high school hallway. Sue, standing before you dressed in a soft sweater and jeans, looked like someone you would serve at the diner and think nothing of.

“Hello,” she said, her voice quiet yet strong. “You must be Y/N.”

You nodded. “Yes.” Your voice was much weaker.

The woman gave you a soft smile. “Would you mind if I came in for a moment?”

You stepped aside, letting her into the apartment. Her arms immediately crossed, one hand rubbing against the opposite arm to garner warmth. She looked around the room, and you couldn’t help but wonder if she was looking for any signs of damage: ice spikes, broken floorboards, puddles of water. You let the door click closed behind you.

Sue turned back to you, smile still on her face. “I’m sorry to hear about what happened to you. It must have been terrifying.”

You nodded again and purposefully kept your mind from drifting too far back into that freezer.

“I hope my husband wasn’t too much in the lab,” she said, her smile growing. “He has a tendency to jump in with both feet when he finds a new question to answer.”

“You mean a new problem to solve?” The words were slightly bitter.

“No,” Sue said, her voice firm. “Not a problem. Never a problem.” She took a small step toward you, still keeping a small distance between the two of you. “This… change you’re dealing with. It’s similar to what we went through. And while it was certainly different for all of us, we never once viewed it as problematic.” She tilted her head to the side. “Are you alright with us trying to help you figure out how to live with this new normal?”

You were quiet as you stepped back towards the couch. Reed, with his polite, yet scientific, talk, had never really asked you how you felt about this situation. He’d laid it out that being here, learning how to adapt to your ‘new normal’, as Sue called it, was the best for all parties. And he’d seemed… almost excited to help you figure this out. But putting you in this apartment, discussing the idea of training, of learning… it was all built on the assumption that it was what you wanted. “I guess,” you finally answered, sinking onto a cushion. “I mean… that ice spike… I hadn’t meant to make it. I don’t even know how I did that.” You remembered the loud crack of the floor, the gigantic size of the stalagmite, the deadly-looking point. You wrapped your arms around yourself, eyes trained on your feet. “I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

Sue nodded slowly. “That’s a very real concern. But having that concern means you’re making the right decision.” She crossed over to you and took a seat beside you. “My brother, Johnny… when he first got his powers, he nearly burned our house down multiple times before he learned how to control his fire. He was scared, which only made his early grasp on control that much weaker. But, we all worked together and figured out how he could keep himself and others safe.” A small smile touched her lips. “And now, while he can be one of the biggest showboats I know, he’s also one of the most disciplined people I’ve ever met.”

“And you think I can learn to do… that? But with ice?”

Sue didn’t need to think twice before answering. “I do.” 

You studied her face, saw no trace of doubt or a lie. You found yourself nodding, a small movement. “Then… I’ll stay. If you all are willing to help me.”

Her smile grew, her eyes sparkling. “We’ll be with you every step of the way.” She stood and stepped towards the door. “I’ll convince Reed to wait until tomorrow to start your training– let you have the day to yourself.” She looked back, a gentle, mothering look in her eye. “Try to rest. And don’t hesitate to reach out if you need anything.”

“Thank you.”

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Johnny found himself in the kitchen by himself– Reed had disappeared to one of the labs, muttering under his breath about tests and scans, no doubt in relation to you. Ben had gone off to the hangar to tinker with the FantastiCar. Sue had quietly slipped away to the room she and Reed shared after her visit with you. 

He picked up the tablet Reed had left on the table and once more pulled up the footage from this morning. He watched your face the moment the ice spike pierced through the floor– you wore an expression of pure fear and confusion. Johnny rewound the footage, played it again, and again. 

It was obvious to anyone watching that up until the moment the ice appeared, you had no idea that you could create such a thing. 

He remembered what it had been like, the first time his hand had lit on fire. The mix of fear and adrenaline, the confusion (because how could one light on fire and not burn?). Reed’s words from earlier filtered through his mind: You have the best shot at perhaps teaching Y/N the basics of control. It had taken a while, numerous failed tests, and singed shirts (and eyebrows… Reed had never really forgiven Johnny for that), but he had learned how to control the flames. So yeah… maybe Johnny could teach you how to do the same with your ice.

Johnny warred with himself for a moment before striding to the elevator and taking the short ride to the floor below. Both Reed and Sue had mentioned that they didn’t want to overwhelm you, especially given the previous evening’s events you’d dealt with, but Johnny couldn’t help himself– he wanted to meet you, see you face to face. Would there be some underlying resonance he could feel, since you were different in the same way he was different?

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You’d just started examining the kitchen cabinets, your stomach rumbling slightly, when another knock sounded at the door. This one was different, sharper than Sue’s. You set the can of soup you’d pulled out onto the counter and made your way to the door. 

Standing in the hall was a man who seemed to radiate light and heat. He had piercingly blue eyes, which were trained on you. 

“Hey,” he said, his face brightening. “Y/N, right?”

You nodded. 

“Johnny. Or, y’know, Human Torch. Whichever you prefer.” He held a hand out, and you found your own reaching towards it, as if drawn magnetically. His palm was warm, his fingers strong around your hand. As soon as your skin met, you felt a buzz race through your limb, the way your body had felt when the ice spike had appeared in the lab.

He noticed it, too, his eyes widening slightly, looking down at your joined grasp. “I, uh…” He slowly withdrew his hand, clenching his fingers into a fist, as if holding on to the feeling. “Reed says I’m probably going to be your go-to with the whole training thing, since we’re… the same. Kind of.”

Of course. It made sense– fire and ice were both basic elements, and if Johnny had learned how to control his, maybe yours could be controlled the same way. “Will that work? I mean, with fire and ice being opposites?”

“That was my question!” Johnny lit up, a smile stretched across his face. “But, Reed thinks so. Or, at least, it’s the best hypothesis he has at the moment.” He peered past you, into the apartment. “You… settling in okay?”

You turned, looking back at the space that had been lent to you. Your eyes were drawn to the lone can of soup, its red label the only form of color in the stark, monotone room. “It’s…”

“Dismal?”

You nodded, the word fully fitting the scope of the room. 

Johnny’s eyes landed on the can of soup as well. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re making that for yourself? That’s just going to add to the sadness of this whole… situation.” He gave you a cheeky smile. “After the day you’ve had, you definitely deserve better. You ever had pizza from Mario’s? Their crust is to die for.” As soon as the word slipped out of his mouth, he seemed to remember that you had almost died just a few hours earlier… or rather, that you should have almost died. 

The corner of your mouth quirked up, the first attempt at a smile since Frankie had told you an off-color joke last night over the fryers. “I prefer the garlic knots.”

The sheepish look on the hero’s face washed away, replaced once more with a smile, one that radiated pure joy. “Nobody ever wants to get those with me! Ben says it’s pizza or nothing.” Johnny cocked his head towards the empty hall, a hand extended in your direction. “Come on. Let’s go get some.”

You started to take a step, but hesitated. “Aren’t you…”

Busy? Super famous? Afraid of what might happen, what I might accidentally do, if I go out in public?

Johnny studied you, hand still held out toward you. “Nothing’s gonna happen,” he promised. “And no one’s gonna care.” One corner of his mouth lifted. “You oughta know, working in a diner, that no New Yorker really gives a shit about anyone except themselves. You’d be amazed at how well we can still blend in with the crowd.”

You couldn’t explain it, but you trusted him. You’d barely held your hand out before his fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you out into the hall beside him. The door to the apartment clicked shut behind you, and the two of you made your way towards the elevator.

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The crowd of paparazzi had moved on since your arrival at the Baxter Building. Johnny led you away from the building, the early afternoon sun warming your shoulders. Was it your imagination, or did it feel warmer than usual? Was that because of your incident in the freezer? Or was Johnny somehow absorbing the heat, bringing it closer to you than normal?

He was right– the two of you were able to walk down the crowded sidewalks without so much as a second glance from the rest of the bustling city. The closer you got to the restaurant, the less crowded the streets became; here, a few people did spare you an extra moment, a flicker of recognition on their faces when they looked at the blonde man beside you, but that was the extent of interaction. 

When you reached the squat brick building, Johnny pulled open the door, the tiny bell chiming above you. A warm, fragrant air washed over you– hearty tomato sauce, spicy sausage, flavorful garlic. He led the way over to the counter, where a rotund man with a bristly black mustache was behind the register. He wore a stained apron and a slightly bored expression, but his eyes lit up when Johnny approached.

“Johnny Storm!” the man said warmly. “Wednesday ain’t your usual day.” His eyes drifted over to you, a step behind Johnny’s shoulder. “Special occasion?”

“Finally found someone who appreciates your garlic knots as much as I do,” Johnny said, returning the man’s smile. 

“That right? Well, you'd better keep hold of her, then.” The man pressed a key on the register. “Your usual?”

Johnny nodded. “Double the knots, though.”

“Obviously,” the man said with a laugh. 

Johnny handed over some cash before turning and leading you towards a corner booth. The vinyl was lumpy and cracked in a few places. The table had a permanent sheen of grease. You’d barely gotten settled when another employee, a younger, unmustachioed version of the man at the register, set two cups of fizzy Coke in front of you. 

You wrapped a hand around one cup, fingers dampening with condensation. There it was again, that slight buzzing under your skin, as if your body were reacting to the ice cubes in the drink, aware of their presence even through plastic. 

“So,” you said, voice low. “Wednesdays aren’t your usual day for Mario’s. What is?”

Johnny laughed. “Fridays. The stereotypical day when every red-blooded American family celebrates the end of the work week with grease and cheese.”

You couldn’t help but smile as well. You’d more than once treated yourself to a slice (or three) on a Friday. It was odd (but slightly heartwarming) that a superhero had a similar ritual.

“Reed said you worked at the King Street diner.” Johnny took a careful sip of soda, his eyes on you over the rim of the cup. “That place has some of the best pancakes I’ve ever had. You responsible for those?”

Your heart had clenched slightly at the mention of the diner, but you felt yourself relax when the freezer wasn’t brought up. You gave a slight laugh. “No, Frankie doesn’t let anyone except himself make those. He says the secret is all in the timing– you gotta let the outside get just crispy enough that the inside doesn’t immediately get soggy when you pour the syrup, but not so tough that someone’s dentures will get pulled out.”

Johnny laughed again. “That does sound like a delicate balance.”

The young pizzeria worker reappeared, this time arms laden with food. He slid a steaming pie onto the table, covered in every kind of meat imaginable. He then set down two red plastic baskets, one in front of each of you. Inside each sat a pile of steaming garlic knots, the dough a beautiful golden brown, glistening with a hearty swipe of garlic butter. 

You watched as Johnny shoved an entire knot into his mouth, cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk’s. “Oh, yeah,” he said, the words muffled by the food. “That’s the good stuff.”

You lifted your own garlic knot to your mouth, teeth tearing through the soft dough. The flavors exploded on your tongue, cozy and familiar. 

Johnny watched you, a warm look in his eye. As he swallowed his mouthful, he reached forward and pulled a slice from the pizza, the cheese stretching in an almost comical way. “Better than a dusty can of soup?”

“Much.” 

Johnny tapped the pizza tray closer to you. “It’s no garlic knot, but try this.” 

You felt his eyes on you as you picked up your own slice, cheese stretching just as much as his had. You carefully bit the point of the slice off, your other hand hovering underneath to catch any falling toppings. The spices and flavors of the different meats created a symphony you’d never imagined.

Satisfied with your enjoyment, Johnny turned his attention back to his own slice, which he scarfed down in three bites. “If you’re anything like me,” he said, picking up another garlic knot. “You’re going to find that using your abilities is a huge caloric drain. You might want to start storing snacks everywhere.”

Your chewing slowed; you’d almost forgotten why you were here with Johnny. This wasn’t just a random lunch with a friend– your life, your body, had inexplicably changed in a way that you’d never thought possible, that nobody yet understood. You set the rest of your slice down, the food suddenly tasting like soot. 

A small noise sounded, like the crinkling of very loud cellophane. Johnny’s eyes dropped to the glasses on the table, garlic knot hovering just in front of his mouth. The soda had solidified in the cups like a cylindrical popsicle. He set the garlic knot back into the basket before picking up his cup, examining the now frozen drink. “Huh,” he said, turning the cup slightly. “Impressive. You didn’t even have to touch it.” 

Another noise, this one like the rush of a quiet stream, and the soda in Johnny’s cup turned fluid, the frozen state turned back to liquid by the heat of his hand. He took a drink, his eyes on you.

“Y’know,” he said, placing the cup back on the table and picking up the same garlic knot from before. “Reed theorized that your powers might be tied to your emotions.” He shoved the dough into his mouth, chewed slowly. “What were you feeling?”

“I… I don’t know.” You tore the napkin in front of you, peeling off a white strip. “It was almost like I’d forgotten that I’m… different now. And when you brought up the abilities thing, it all came rushing back and…” You shrugged. “It… freaked me out a little, I guess.”

You expected him to laugh, but he only nodded solemnly. “Yeah, it takes some getting used to. Hell, I’ve been like this for years, and there are still times when I’ll accidentally let myself get overheated and realize I’ve accidentally started to turn on.”

The idea that someone who always seemed so self-assured in the press, someone who was tasked with protecting the city, the world, could still have moments where their powers almost acted on their own accord was somewhat reassuring. 

You briefly wondered if you should be concerned that Johnny wasn’t always in control of his abilities. Couldn’t that be dangerous? But even with that minuscule underlying concern, you found the idea was more comforting than concerning.

Maybe this new life wouldn’t be hopeless. Johnny had learned how to control an element– so could you. Sometimes it still surprised him, but that was okay. If that could happen to the Human Torch, maybe you didn’t have to have everything about your ice figured out right now… or ever.

“Uh… Y/N?”

You looked up, finding a gentle flurry of snow had started to fall over you, fat white flakes that landed softly, the kind of snow that promised snowmen and the magic of Christmas.

Johnny slowly held a hand out, just like Reed had done when you’d made it sleet. The flakes landed on his palm, melting quickly. He looked at you, studying your expression, before a small smile appeared on his own. “Happy?”

You felt a flush cross your cheeks, the snow intensifying for a moment before slowing, stopping. “Just… reassured.”

Johnny’s smile softened slightly before turning cocky. He reached for another slice of pizza. “Well, eat up, Ice Queen, before you freeze the goods.”

[koustorm]

──── “ TOO LITTLE TOO LATE ” .✦ ݁˖ jstorm x ex!f!reader

.✦ ݁˖. Warning : just pure angst

.✦ ݁˖ Tag : Angst

.✦ ݁˖ A/n : I hope you’ll like it :)! Going to post a part 2 soon.

.✦ ݁˖ Music : Too Little Too Late by Laufey

+ english isn’t my first language

WHEN HE SAW HER AGAIN, it was like seeing a ghost. He looked at her — it was the ghost of the past he threw away because of his pride.

A long time ago, he fell in love with a girl, a civilian. It was like a fairytale, and Johnny started to understand the meaning of “love at first sight.” When he first looked into her eyes, he could see a lot of life and joy. The last time he looked at them, they were full of anger and hatred. And suddenly, she was dead to him.

“I don’t even know who you are anymore,” she said before closing the door. He never saw her face again.

Now, he sees her again. He could recognize those features among millions of stars — after four years.

He had yearned for her for years. He yearned for her scent, for her skin against his. He wanted to hug her again until they became one and never left each other again. But something — the ugly sin of pride — took over him, and he gave up. It was so unlike Johnny Storm, but he couldn’t get over these feelings. Without her, he wasn’t himself anymore.

When he saw her again, it was at some charity gala celebrating a research project. He couldn’t really think or care at this point in the night after seeing her. She was standing awkwardly in the room, waiting for the sky to grow dark so she could leave.

He didn’t know how, but he had to drink something before walking toward her. He felt so unconfident tonight. So, after a drink, he walked toward her and leaned against the wall next to her.

“Are you leaving already?” he asked with a flirty smirk. He hated how his heart sped up at the sight of her eyes. They looked just like before — like before he broke her.

“I wasn’t thinking of leaving, but now I’m considering it,” she said. Oh, that voice… the passive-aggressive tone. He could literally melt at the sound of it. He remembered when they used to argue — she would stay passive-aggressive with him for days. He loved the sound of her voice, even in the worst moments.

“Missed me, huh?” he added, joking a little. “We can say that,” the young woman replied. “How have you been?” she then asked — but how could he even begin? He ignored the question and asked another.

“What are you doing here? You hate these types of events… whatever this is,” he said. He was far too curious for his own good. Curiosity is a dangerous flaw.

“My… I mean, someone I know is working on the research project behind this event.” She was about to say something else, but she closed her mouth, arms crossed over her chest. And Johnny’s eyes were immediately drawn to a bright detail on her hand.

A diamond ring. He thought it was the brightest stone he had ever seen — and suddenly, he understood. He understood immediately. And it felt like that diamond ring stabbed him in the very core of his soul.

No words — they both understood.

“It was good to see you, Johnny. I never thought I’d say that…” She smiled at him and started walking away. But before disappearing completely, she stopped. “The ceremony is this December. I invited Sue — she’s my friend, after all. You can still come. I won’t have a lot of familiar faces.,” she said softly before vanishing into the crowd, searching for the man with the same engagement ring.

He was around Johnny’s height, with brown hair and dark eyes. There was a soft, nerdy expression on his face, emphasized by his round glasses. When he saw her, he gave one of the biggest smiles a man could have. It looked like he was seeing her for the first time — like he was seeing the most beautiful woman in the galaxy.

He kissed the corner of her lips, gently placing a hand in her hair. She smiled and giggled. Johnny couldn’t hear it over the crowd and the music, but he replayed all those giggles he once knew — back when they were together, their bodies close, when he used to tease her.

When she left after their final argument, he thought she would come back. And even if she found someone else, he believed it would never be serious. Until he saw her smile like that. Now he knew — it was over.

A while later, Johnny was at the bar. He drank more than he should have.

“Excuse me — can I have everyone’s attention?” said a man with a rough voice on stage. Johnny turned and saw it was the man who had taken the love of his life. “I know it’s not the moment, but I want to make a speech for someone here,” he said, smiling at everyone.

“As you all know, I’m getting married. I’m not only a great researcher, but also a fiancé — and soon a husband. And I want to thank my future wife for that. Without her, I wouldn’t be the man I am today. I wouldn’t have accomplished everything I have. She’s wonderful. I think she’s the greatest woman I know, and I couldn’t ask for a better person to share my life with. So I’d really like you all to applaud my wife — the love of my life, my universe and my galaxy, (Y/N).”

Johnny immediately left at the sound of the applause. He felt sick.

Because it's too little way too late.

[idkwhatthisiseither]

Can you just take care of yourself!?

Johnny Storm x female! Reader

Tags/warnings: overworked reader, injury to reader (cut hand)

Summary: you were the assistant to the fantastic four and to most that would be a dream, but you'd slowly stopped taking care of yourself over time, and you'd thought no-one had noticed, except for the team's fireball to see you desperately needed a break, even if you wouldn't admit it.

Word count: 3.5k

You had speed walked in, barely time to take your coat off. You were late for Sunday night dinner, the one rule of the household, never be late for dinner. You look at the clock, 7:20… 20 minutes late because you fell asleep in your car. You rush towards the table and see… only Johnny. “Where were you, you're late?” You look down at the table, most of the food Ben cooked, gone. “Ah sorry, got stuck in traffic”. You lie. In reality, you'd gone out to collect something and fell asleep in your car, what was supposed to be a small 20 minute nap, turned into an hour before you woke up and realised you were late. Johnny quickly looks you over, not completely buying it, but leaves it anyway. “Come on, saved you a plate”. You nod quickly, sitting down at your spot to eat.

You weren't like the rest of the team. You were simply a person, no powers, no superhero. Just an assistant to four. Around a year before Reed had been looking for an assistant to help with scheduling and such, emails, phonecalls, things to be checked and rechecked. Most people who applied were either very under-experienced or wouldn't be able to handle the workload. There were a few that purely wanted to work with them to be close to Johnny. But you, you were different. You had the experience he wanted, and you were immune to Johnny's charm, which was a plus. He gave you a small test run for a day to see how you handled things, and by the end, he was so impressed that he offered you the job on the spot. You couldn't believe it, you took the offer next thing you knew, you were moved into the Baxter building, having your own room and immediately started working.

Everything was fine at first, you always kept up with the workload, but as the four got more popular, and more battles happened and damage to places and with whatever the hell Reed did in his lab, it was slowly building up. The pressure, the stress, you didn't want to seem incompetent, that you couldn't work so you made a few sacrifices, maybe a couple extra hours of your downtime gone so you could catch up with emails, who minded if you only had dinner as a proper meal when you had meetings to sit through and organise notes for? You hid it well, you kept up the prime and proper outside look, that you weren't struggling so you could continue working, and everyone else was so caught up in their own things they didn't notice…. Everyone except Johnny.

It may have taken Johnny some time to realise, but he saw. Saw the bags under your eyes you hid with makeup, saw the glow of your computer screen as you worked hard into the night, saw the coffee mugs building around you as you worked. He didn't know how to bring it up. He had once tried with Reed, but he was so busy that he didn't even listen to him. He'd tried with Ben, but Ben just didn't see it. He thought you were fine, Sue wouldn't have noticed being busy with Franklin now. And now he watched you from across the table, eating whatever he could save on a plate for you to make sure you at least ate something decent and not just another snack you stole from the cupboard.

You soon finish the slightly cold food and thank Johnny for saving you a plate. He nods, watching you one last time before he starts picking up plates to take to the kitchen. You pick up what you can and follow. H.E.R.B.I.E, the trusted robot helper around the house, rolls in and also helps wash the dishes. Johnny soon leaves, having you and Herb clean and put away the dishes. As you do, Ben walks in seeing you pair. “Hey little one” He jokes, his rock hand lightly ruffling your hair. You smile softly, moving away to try and fix your mess of hair. Ben reaches over for some fruit before looking you over. “You alright?” He asks, you give him a simple nod, continuing to wash up. Herb continues to help, beeping as he looks between you and Ben. “Just tired” you say as an excuse. Ben nods, understanding. He knew your job couldn't be easy. Dealing with one hero was bad enough, dealing with four? You'd have to either be a Saint or insane… maybe you were both. You and Herb finish up the dishes, and you dry both your hands, Ben leans against the counter, looking at you. “So, you got plans tonight?” He is more curious than anything. You shake your head, “nah, an early night for me, I think” You tell yourself like you can make yourself do it, just one early night, and everything will be okay, right? Ben nods and soon leaves, taking a bite out of the apple he took. You sigh once he's gone and give Herb’s metal head some scratches before he rolls away to find another job to do. You decide you should probably have some down time to yourself before going to bed, and head to your bedroom.

Once there, you initially went to get changed into some pj's, maybe grab a book you've been meaning to read and head to sleep. Instead, you're too tempted by the computer on your desk and say to yourself, “just gonna check a few emails, that's all… it won't take long to do, just a few emails and that's it”. What started as a few became more, and more, and more. You hadn't realised how long you'd been staring at the screen before a knock on your door made you jump and finally look away.

In walked Johnny, in some sweat bottoms and a shirt, “What are you doing up”? He asked, arms crossed over his chest, like he'd just caught a child stealing cookies. “Uhh, I was just looking over a few things, Reed has a big meeting tomorrow, so I want it to go as-” “Tomorrow? Do you mean today? It's nearly 3 in the morning”. Johnny interrupted you. What? It wasn't th-... shit. So much for an early night. You sigh, putting your head in your hands… goddamn it, again?! Johnny sees this and walks over. “Come on, over to bed. Now.” He says the last bit sternly, putting his foot down, so to speak. He closes down your email and helps you up by putting you to bed. You let him know better than to fight him right now. “Wait, why are you up?” You ask, looking up at him. He shrugs. “Couldn't sleep”. You nod not thinking much, too tired as your exhaustion hits you like a car. Johnny sees this and slowly lies you back in bed, covering you in your blankets, taking one last look at your face before slowly moving back to the door, careful not to wake you.

The next morning, you wake up, your alarm having not gone off, sending you into a bit of a panic until you notice a small bit of paper taped to the alarm clock. You rip it off, seeing Johnny's hand writing saying ‘Don't stress about the emails and stuff, got it all sorted, enjoy your sleep in-JS’, you smile a little before getting up and checking the time, just half past ten. You stretch heading into the bathroom for a shower. You wash your hair, realising how long it had been since you last did wash it, getting rid of the greasy feeling for a fresh one. You wash your body before getting out in a fluffy warm towel, wrapping it around your body and heading to the bedroom to dry and change. Putting your hair up in a bunch, back in her work clothes, and leaving for the kitchen.

Sue had Franklin on her lap feeding him, Ben was cooking breakfast with Herbie helping as you walk in, “Morning everyone”, Sue looks up “Morning dear”, “Morning squirt” Ben says flipping over some eggs. You reach for the coffee machine, grabbing your favourite mug. “You're up later than normal, you sick?” Ben asks, seeing the time. “Johnny decided to turn off my alarm last night, idiot”. You comment thinking back to his note you woke up to this morning, as your coffee finishes brewing you make your coffee as the said idiot walks in. “Morning all, ohh”. Johnny walks in, stealing a bite of bacon from the table. You check what's on the schedule for today, seeing Reed has another delivery coming today of some new… whatever that man brought.

The rest of the morning continues, Sue eating breakfast while Johnny holds Franklin playing with him, Ben makes you breakfast as well while you look over notes seeing Reed is in a meeting so you'll have to watch for the delivery today. Once breakfast is done, everyone scatters, Sue leaves with Franklin getting him ready for the day, Ben leaves to clean up, and Johnny heads back to his room to do… whatever. A few hours go by, and you get the update that Reed’s delivery had turned up outside, and you head outside. The delivery truck has already left by the time you make it down there, a few boxes with one giant one outside the door. As soon as you touch and move the bigger box… there's a jangle, a glassy jangle… oh please no. You opened the box, and sure enough, whatever was inside is now shattered. You groan frustrated. You really didn't need this today. As you move the boxes, you hear more shattered glass and decide to open them to see the damage. Broken glass everywhere all in the boxes, you let out a frustrated sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose between your fingers before having to call Reed. You didn't want to as you were sure he was still in his meeting, but he still had to know. You call him expecting him not to pick up til the third ring, “Yes, hello? I'm in a meeting so th- ""Your deliveries are here and it's all smashed… all of it… broken”. There's a moment of silence on Reeds before he finally speaks up. “Alright, I'll come down and take a look for myself”. He hangs up afterwards, and you are stuck staring at the boxes.

You decide to try and move what you could and see if anything was possibly salvageable, carefully moving piece by piece, you mutter to yourself in anger, “Why was this so hard? Why did this have to happen today, is it that hard to just do your job and make sure everything gets here in one piece… how is it so hard to do, why can't they just do their jo-AHH!” You feel a sudden hot burning feeling in your hand, a red drop hitting the floor beneath it. When you go to look, you see a red line of blood down your palm. In your frustration, you hadn't watched what you'd been doing, and badly cut your hand. You grit your teeth as you try hard not to scream from anger, from pain…

You sigh, holding your hand up as you quickly walk back into the building heading for the kitchen, seeing Ben cooking up some lunch as you head to the sink to wash the blood now trailing down your arm. Ben glanced before turning his head against seeing the red mix with the clean water. “What the hell happened?” He asks just as Johnny walks in, looking for another snack. “Why hello princess, how are we… Who did that?” He asks, looking down at your bleeding hand. His gaze darkens, thinking someone hurt you. You quickly explain, “it's nothing, Reeds stuff just got here and broke. I tried moving it and sliced my hand open… wasn't watching what I was doing”. You hiss as your hand finally goes under the water cleaning the cut, you finally get to see it clearly. It's not deep but definitely still did damage. Ben turns to leave the kitchen to get a med kit while Johnny helps keep your hand under the water to keep it clean.

“You gotta be more careful, you know?” You roll your eyes. “Yes yes I know, don't really need a lecture right now” Johnny nods, knowing when to shut up. He takes the hand out from under the running water and carefully dries your hand as Ben turns up with bandages. You let them help you as Ben wraps the bandages around your hand just as Reed shows up seeing the bandages. “What happened?” He asks, you explain how you cut your hand on the broken glass of his deliveries, Ben finishes up taping the bandage down. “I'll be fine, Reed, just a small cut”. Johnny scoffs, “small cut? It went over your entire palm, that's not ‘small’”. You sigh, “I'll be fine” you say again, more like you're trying to convince them. Reed sighs. “You're done for today, no more meetings, emails, phone calls, anything for the rest of the day”. He tells you sternly, like he's telling you off. You go to argue, but know that once Reed’s made up his mind, that was it.

You sigh and nod, knowing you won't win this. “Good, I'll have someone clean up outside so we don't have any more injuries and get rid of the broken glass, and find out what the hell happened to it”. With that Reed leaves, you, Johnny, and Ben left. “Well, you heard the big man, you're out for the rest of the day” Johnny teases, knowing it was hard for you to shut off, remembering last night that you stayed up til 3am. You sigh, looking down at your now bandaged hand. You move your fingers up and down, the movement making your hand stretch, causing the cut to stretch as well, making you hiss. Johnny looks and sees your grimace. He knows you find it hard to turn off, but honestly, he thinks this was a secret blessing in disguise to make you actually take a break for a day. “Come on, let's go to the couch missy”. Johnny says, taking your non injured hand in his and dragging you to the couch.

Once sat down together, he gets your legs over his lap and pushes your heels off. “You are going to sit here all day, and I will tape you down if I have to,” he says, maybe half joking. He gets back up, moving to the kitchen, getting you food and some water, placing them in front of you. You sit there tapping your foot against the floor, you weren't used to doing nothing, you were always on the go, something coming up, something to do and now, you'd just stopped all because of a bit of glass. Johnny leaves the room at some point, so you get up to get on your computer. It was only a cut hand. It wouldn't be that difficult to work on a computer, right? Well… that was til after a while of typing your hand starts to hurt due to the cut stretching under the bandage, you groan a little continuing through the pain, it was just a cut, why was Johnny being so insistent on you having the day off over a cut?

A few minutes go by, and the door opens, followed by the sound of a throat clearing. You turn, and of course, it's Johnny, looking less than impressed with his arms folded over his chest. “I thought I told you to sit on the couch for the day to rest?” His voice was clear of any of the jokiness he had in it before.

“Johnny it'd just a hand cut I'll be fi-”

“IT'S NOT JUST THAT THOUGH!”

You jump at the sound of him screaming at you, something he doesn't do unless you're in danger. “For god's sake y/n this is more than just your cut, you think I don't see how tired you are, those bags under your eyes, the migraines you get, you think I don't notice how little you've been eating or sleeping over the past few months?” You look up at him and not just see he's annoyed but concerned for you. “I've been trying for months to get the others to see how you are but their all either too busy with other things or just can't see it, but after today with your hand, hopefully at least Reed has seen that you need a break, you can't keep running on empty, today it could be just a hand cut, what if its worst next time, you could fall down the stairs, you might get harmed by one of Reed's experiments, fuck… Why won't you just do this for me at least!?”

You look at him in shock. You hadn't realised someone was actually watching you, hadn't noticed how little you take care of yourself to do your work. You sigh, your hands finally moving away from the keypad, your cut still hurting from the movement. Johnny watches you carefully before he comes over and picks you up, one hand under your legs, the other wrapped around your back, holding your arm. You rest your head against his shoulder as he carries you away from your computer. You can feel the warmth coming from him due to his fire powers. It was nice, comforting. You expect Johnny to lead you back to your room but get confused when you go past your door, maybe the living ro- no past there too, he keeps going til you stop outside his door. With a bit of a struggle, he opens his door and walks over to his bed, slowly sitting you on the edge. Without saying a word, he goes to his dresser and pulls out an old shirt and sweatpants, passing it to you to change into before he leaves the room.

You carefully change out of your work clothes, your blouse, and skirt on the floor before you throw the shirt over yourself, along with the pants. After a few minutes, he comes back, a plate of snacks and a cup of hot chocolate. He knew you liked the drink when you were ill or cold. He places them on his bedside table next to you. “I told Reed and he says he'll make an appointment for a doctor to look at your hand, see if stitches are needed or not, and until then, you're off on sick leave til your hand heals.” It almost made you laugh, the irony of your boss for once making the appointments instead of you. You whisper a soft thank you before Johnny carefully pushes you down on the bed. You reach over for the hot chocolate, noticing the whipped cream and marshmallows he put on top for you. You sip the drink, the warmth spreading through you as the sweetness hits your tongue. You almost don't notice Johnny watching as you get a small bit of cream on your nose. He wipes it away before you can. “Just don't get any stains on my bed, just wash the sheets”. He playfully warns you, causing you to smile.

After you finish your drink and eat your food, you finally start to feel tired, Johnny walking in and out the room to check on you. At some point you fall asleep in his bed, the duvet was just that right level of puffy and soft, the pillow like a cloud against your head, or maybe it was just because of how little you had slept recently making you think that. Whatever it was, you fell asleep pretty quickly.

Johnny walks in to check on you again and quickly quietens down seeing you sleeping. He smiles, seeing you finally resting as he walks over carefully. The bags are still under your eyes, and the bandage is still wrapped over your hand. Your hair is a mess. He carefully moves a piece of hair out of your face and behind your ear. He slowly moves away from the bed and grabs a record, putting his record player on a lower volume before he places the record on top. He takes a deep breath before sitting in a chair by his window and relaxing.

He looks over at you, still sleeping. He smiles softly. If you weren't going to be there to look after yourself, he'd make sure you did. He rests his head on the chair, the outside now bathed in golden light as the sunsets in front of the window. Johnny slowly closes his own eyes, he'd be here when you woke up, he'd be there for your doctor's appointment, there for when you healed from possible stitches and there after you got back to work. He'd always be there to make sure you looked after yourself whether that be saying no to extra work, or making sure you've eaten and had something to drink during the day, he'd be there, because he cares about you, even if you don't see it that way, he will annoy you to take care of yourself if needed. With that last thought, his mind falls asleep too in his chair, facing you as if he wanted you to be the last thing he saw.

[xreader1989]

Don’t Kiss My Sister - Chapter 9

Johnny Storm x fem!Grimm!reader

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Word count: 2.5k

The ending is here! Thank you to everyone who read this story. I am so sorry it took me so long, but here is one finally chapter of our reader and Johnny’s fluffy little life!

You would say that the love growing beneath your ribs happened slowly, over time. During fleeting moments, soft touches, and stolen glances. But that would be a lie. The love came all at once. It wasn’t so much the feeling of love but the realization that you had been in love with Johnny for a while.

Your past trust issues made it hard to put into words, it made it hard to commit to the feeling that was sitting under your skin and taking over your senses. You had to keep it to yourself for now, let yourself come to an understanding with the immense emotion before letting those three simple words slip off your tongue.

Over the few months that followed Johnny asking you to be his girlfriend, you tried to hone in on the moments where you felt it bloom into something even bigger.

There was one late night in the kitchen.

You were perched on the counter, swinging your legs back and forth. His shirt hung off of you, and your sleep shorts were far too small to cover anything. The snack plate you had just put together was next to you. He had watched you carefully as you meticulously put it together. Chocolate covered pretzels, an assortment of fruit, crackers, and cheeses, the perfect midnight snack.

Johnny had himself slotted between your highs, his hands bracing your sides on the counter. Every stolen kiss he would take included him reaching onto your plate and helping himself.

“You’re the worst,” you’d mutter, trying not to let your lips twitch up in the corners.

“And yet,” he’d grin, mouth full, “you keep feeding me.”

You rolled your eyes at his antics. You reached your hands up to caress his cheeks, your thumbs swiping softly across his cheekbones.

Johnny went still, like time had stopped and he was paralyzed by his feelings at that moment. You kissed him slowly, tasting the chocolate he had just stolen from you.

When the plate was cleared he would pull you off the counter so that he was carrying you, your legs wrapped around his middle and his hands firmly on your ass for support, “back to bed!” You would laugh the entire way back to his room.

One of your favorite quiet moments.

The moments that were laced with electricity and something else you were both too scared to name. The moments when Johnny was soft in a way specifically reserved for you.

One night in the fall, there was a horrible storm. All the lights went out, and Reed couldn’t quite figure out why the generator wasn’t working. The building was cascaded in darkness. There were a few candles lit in the kitchen, but once night fell everyone made their way to their rooms.

You found him on the balcony, leaning against the railing, the covering above preventing the pouring rain from drenching him. The thunder clapped and the lightning lit up the entire skyline. His face was damp with the droplets that were coming past it. The storm raged across the city and the view from where you both stood was kind of beautiful.

“Hey,” you said softly.

Johnny didn’t turn right away. “Hey.”

You stepped beside him, close enough that your arms brushed.

“You okay?” you asked.

He huffed a quiet breath. “Yeah. Just… thinking.”

“Dangerous.”

He smiled faintly at that, but it didn’t fully reach his eyes.

There was a beat of silence, both of you staring at the rainclouds beyond.

“I used to hate nights like this.”

You frowned. “Why?”

Johnny shrugged, still looking out at the city, “too quiet. Too much space to think about things I didn’t want to think about.”

Your hand found his without thinking, and you laced your fingers with his. You leaned against him softly, your head resting on his shoulder. His fingers tightened instantly.

“And now?” you asked.

He turned his head slightly, sneaking a glance at you.

“Now I just…” he hesitated, like the words caught somewhere in his chest. “…look for you.”

Your heart stumbled. Like it did every time he decided to become a poet and sweep you off your feet.

“Now, I enjoy nights like this because it means we can be completely alone in the quiet and no one needs us or pulls us in a different direction.”

You hummed in agreement and leaned further into his side, enjoying the quiet fleeting moment and the way your heart felt like it might explode.

Then there was the day you were nowhere to be found.

You had a packed day, which was unfortunately completely normal. You had meetings, errands, and a million other things to get done.

When Johnny came back from his morning mission, he was quick to jump in the shower and change before he went to look for you. Hi adrenaline was still buzzing as he started his search.

And you weren’t in the kitchen.

Weren’t on the couch.

Weren’t at your desk.

Weren’t anywhere.

“Where is she?” he asked, too quickly, looking around the kitchen frantically as his sister stood their smirking as she pretended to read her book.

Sue raised a brow. “Out. She’ll be back.”

Johnny nodded, but he suddenly felt tense. He wanted to tell you all about his mission, wanted to lay his head in your lap as you played with his hair while the adrenaline seeped out of him and the exhaustion came over him.

And for the rest of the evening, he could not settle down.

It was stupid, really. At least that’s what you told yourself, until you started smiling at your phone. At his dumb, unnecessary updates:

ate your leftovers btw

Ben is threatening me again

our post mission routine is totally ruined…

No offense but is what you’re doing right now more important than my needs):

come back I’m bored

You were in the middle of the sidewalk, two full tote bags on your shoulders, gazing at your phone like a love sick puppy. You couldn't even imagine what the smile on your face looked like.

You took a deep breath, locking your phone and trying to bite back the smile you were maintaining.

“Oh god,” you whispered to yourself, adjusting the straps on your shoulders as you felt the heat bloom in your chest.

When you finally returned to the Baxter Building, Johnny was laying dramatically across the couch with his arm over his eyes. Sue sat perched next to him.

“He’s been like this all afternoon,” she said without looking up. He sighed dramatically.

When he finally uncovered his eyes, he hopped up and rounded the couch, grabbing the things in your hands that you were trying to balance.

“Thank you,” you said, trying to catch your breath from your journey.

“Next time, you’re bringing me, that was waaaaaaaay too much time apart.” he said with complete seriousness. He set everything down and pulled you to the couch. You sat down and he immediately laid his head in your lap, “now let’s make up for lost time, my love.”

You carded your fingers through his hair and he started to recount his morning to you. You laughed but the way he said “my love” made your knees feel weak.

There was also the moment Ben came around.

You were shamelessly making out on the couch. Too many glasses of wine on a dinner date, you thought everyone was asleep.

You were too tipsy and wrapped up in Johnny to hear your brother stomping down the hall towards you. The kisses were sloppy in a comfortable way, teeth hitting one another, small bites on one another's lips and laughs bubbling over and interrupting the process.

You didn’t notice his presence until he cleared his throat.

“On the couch we all share, seriously?” He threw his arms up, exhausted by the two of you.

“I would apologize, but we’re not even sorry,” you said jokingly, your hands still on Johnny, both of you laughing at your response.

Ben rolled his eyes before waving you off and stomping to the kitchen.

“Hey, he didn’t try to fight me or threaten to kill me,” Johnny said happily.

“Progress,” you said in a sing song voice before pulling him into another kiss.

The next morning, Ben walked in as you poured coffee into your favorite mug. He grumbled a greeting as he moved around you to make breakfast.

“You were surprisingly chill last night for someone who walked in on his little sister’s makeout session,” you said jokingly.

He groaned, but turned to look at you, “I’ve never seen either of you happier.”

He said it so simply, like it was obvious.

“What happened to big tough Ben, ‘I’ll kill you’, ‘don’t kiss my sister’, ‘prove it’, ‘I’ll seriously kill you’ and all that? Hm?” You said teasingly.

He grunted, “would you like me to go back to wanting to kill Johnny all the time? I personally like where we are right now much better than that.” He turned back around, continuing his breakfast.

You sipped your coffee, trying to hide the smile that was plastered on your face.

The true realization didn’t come during a big moment. No dramatic music. No perfect timing.

Just you and Johnny, back on the couch again. You were in your usual spot, with your legs tangled and his arm around you. Your head rested on his shoulder and you were consumed by the sense of safety you always felt when you were near him. Like nothing could touch you like this.

Johnny’s fingers traced lazy patterns along your arm.

“You’re doing that thing again,” he murmured.

“What thing?”

“Overthinking.”

You huffed softly. “You don’t know that.”

“I do,” he said, tilting his head down to face you. “You get quiet. Your eyebrows do this—” he tapped lightly between them, “—little frown. And you breath a little more staggered than you do when you’re relaxed.”

You tilted your head up, narrowing your eyes. “You’ve been studying me?”

Johnny smirked. “Yeah. You’re my favorite subject.”

You knew he was being serious, despite the smirk on his face. He knew all of your quirks, all of your tells, you couldn’t lie to him if your life depended on it. He had learned to know exactly what you needed, before you even knew it. He anticipated your next moves like he had known you your entire life. You could barely even remember what life was like before him.

You sat up slightly, turning to face him.

Johnny’s smile faded just a little. “Hey. What’s wrong?”

You shook your head quickly. “Nothing, I just—”

Your voice faltered. God, why was this so hard?

Johnny shifted, immediately attentive. “Talk to me.”

You swallowed. “I think…” you started, then stopped.

His hand found yours, steadying.

“Hey,” he said softly. “Whatever it is, you can say it.”

Your heart pounded.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen this fast,” you admitted. “I wasn’t planning on—on feeling like this again, not after everything, and I just—”

Johnny went very still.

“And I know it’s only been a few months,” you rushed, nerves spilling over now, “and maybe this is crazy, and maybe I’m—”

“Hey,” his voice was firm this time, but still gentle. “Tell me,” he said quietly.

Your eyes met his and there it was again. The feeling of seeing only him, like your whole world stopped revolving and tilted off the axis as you fell fully into him. It was overwhelming and blissful, yet completely terrifying.

“I love you,” you said.

The words hung between you. Johnny blinked like he was making sure he heard you right. “…Yeah?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your grip tightening on his hand. “Yeah.”

The silence stretched, and then Johnny laughed. It wasn’t a mocking one, but a laugh of relief?

“God,” he breathed. “Okay. Okay.”

You frowned slightly. “Okay?”

Johnny looked back at you, eyes brighter than you’d ever seen them.

“I’ve been in love with you for weeks,” he said.

Your breath caught, “what?”

“Yeah,” he huffed a quiet laugh. “I just didn’t say it because I didn’t want to freak you out.”

“You thought this wouldn’t freak me out?” you gestured between you.

“Fair point.”

You stared at him. “Weeks?”

Johnny shrugged, softer now. “I think… it was that night on the balcony. When you took my hand.” He shook his head slightly. “Or maybe before that. I don’t know. It just—happened.”

Your chest ached in the best way. “You’re unbelievable,” you murmured.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “But I’m yours.”

And then he kissed you.

It was certain in a way that made your chest feel like it might burst. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours. “I love you,” he said.

Later that night, nothing had physically changed, yet it felt like everything had..

You were back on the couch again, tangled together like always, your fingers absentmindedly tracing circles over his wrist. You had joined everyone for dinner and found your way back here as you always did. Neither of you were paying attention to the show playing in the background on the TV.

Johnny broke the silence first.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

He shifted slightly so he could see your face better. There was something different in his expression now.

“I know it’s only been a couple months,” he said slowly. “And I know I’m supposed to, like, not say insane things too early—”

You smiled faintly. “You’re really bad at that.”

“Yeah,” he said. “I am.”

His hand tightened around yours.

“But I mean it.”

Your heart started to race and Johnny held your gaze.

“I’m going to marry you one day.” He said it so sweetly you swore his voice was made of syrup, “you know, when you first came over for dinner… I told Sue you were the love of my life, and she called me crazy.

“…You are crazy,” you whispered.

Johnny smiled softly. “Yeah.”

Your fingers curled into his shirt. “But I love you,” you added.

His smile broke into something brighter, “and I’m not going anywhere, you’re totally stuck with me.”

He kissed you again, and you could hear Ben groan from the other side of the room, but in that moment you knew he was right. He was going to marry you one day. Because Johnny Storm was the love of your life.

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[twinklestarss]

Vanessa Kirby as Sue Storm and Joseph Quinn as Johnny Storm

The Fantastic Four: First Steps (2025) dir. Matt Shakman

[xreader1989]

Can you write a Johnny x virgin! Reader fic? Like Y/n doesn’t want to tell him she’s still a virgin because she’s in her mid to late twenties and it’s Johnny so she’s extra shy about it. And during her first time Johnny’s gentle and tender with her. Thank you! I love your Johnny fics!! -🌻

Like a Virgin

Johnny Storm x fem!reader

Word count: 1.5k Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, P in V, fingering, smut with literally no plot, it’s reader’s first time. Johnny is gentle and sweet and oh so hot. Sorry this took so long - writing smut takes me so long and I can’t reread it so sorry if there are any mistakes!

GIF: @buckypascal

Tonight was the night. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself.

It was your first time, not just with Johnny, but ever. And you had left that piece of information out when you had talked about sex.

You spent most of your date hyping yourself up for it internally. You sat across from Johnny, feeling like the only girl in the world. You had never felt this way about anyone, and you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself but a part of you knew he was the one.

You had done other stuff and you had definitely talked about sex with Johnny. But you did always fail to mention you were a virgin. After months of dating and sharing I love yous, you decided tonight was the night.

So as the elevator doors slid open and you made your way to Johnny’s room, the nerves in your stomach began to rise.

When the door clicked and closed behind him, he pulled you into a deep kiss.

“We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, okay? Just tell me if you want me to stop.” He said against your lips.

You nodded in response, the anxiety and arousal making you buzz.

He walked you over to his bed, both of you sitting down, breaking the kiss for a second.

“Johnny this is my first time.” You blurted out in one unnaturally high pitched, run on sentence.

He froze in place, hands still gripping your waist, lips an inch from yours.

He shook his head, “wait what?” He pulled back slightly, giving you room to speak.

You took a deep breath, separating yourself from him a little more.

“I’ve never had sex before,” you said, quietly this time.

He took a deep breath, looking at you in the eyes.

“We don’t have to do anything, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this.” He said reassuringly.

“No, I want to do this. I want to do this with you. But I couldn’t do it without telling you first.” You said confidently.

He drew small, soothing circles on your hips, “thank you for telling me, and if at any point you want to stop, just tell me, okay?”

You nodded, “okay.”

“I love you,” he said quietly, making you smiled.

“I love you,” you echoed.

“You’re not mad?” You asked. “That I didn’t tell you?”

Johnny nearly scoffed, “absolutely not, I could never be mad at you. And I’m just happy you trusted me with this, and I’m honored you want to do this with me.”

You cupped his cheek and smiled at him, “god you’re perfect, do you know that?”

He chuckled before leaning in to kiss you again.

As the kiss deepened, he shrugged his jacket off and slowly leaned you both back so that you were laying underneath him on the bed.

His hands slid from your waist to your hips, squeezing gently.

Your tongues danced in your mouth as the kiss became needier and sloppier. Your hands stayed firmly on the back of his head, holding him closely and tugging at his short blond hair.

His hand slid in between your bodies, slowly moving under the waist band of yours skirt and down to your core.

You should’ve been embarrassed for how wet you already were for him, but you wanted him so badly you didn’t even care.

He moved his down to your slick folds, your hips thrusting up at the contact, and a small whimper leaving your mouth.

“Holy shit,” he said breathily, “you’re so wet.”

You nodded, not able to form words just yet. You could feel his erection growing harder against your thigh.

He slipped a finger inside of you, as he’s done before and you let out a blissful whine.

He sucked at your neck as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, the knot in your stomach winding tighter as you focused on his touch.

You moaned his name, which he reacted to with a grunt.

His eyes were locked on yours the entire time he touched you, like he was mesmerized by your face as it twisted in pleasure.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I really don’t mind waiting, I don’t want you to feel pressured.” He said as he pulled his fingers out of your slick cunt.

“Johnny I want this and I want it with you,” you said confidently, “I’m ready.”

He smiled at you, “just tell me if you want me to stop at any point, god I love you.” He kissed down your jaw and neck, leaving small marks as he did.

“I love you too,” you pulled him back up against you to kiss him deeply.

Clothes flew off of both of eagerly. You ran your hands up and down his chest as he unclipped your bra, exposing your bare chest.

He rolled your nipples in between his fingers, sending chills throughout your whole body.

You unclipped his belt and slid his pants and boxers off before helping you out of your skirt.

Now it was just both of your bare bodies moving in sync with one another.

You had been naked in front of him before, but this already felt much more intimate.

Like both your souls were laid bare and about to give each other the world.

You bucked your hips up against his hard length in search of more friction, you could feel your wetness basically dripping out of you.

“You ready?” He said softly, against your lips.

You nodded shyly, “yes.”

He reached in between your bodies, lining himself up with your core.

He pressed his tip between your folds, sending a jolt of electricity through your entire body.

You gasped at the feeling, as he moved it up and down against you, rubbing your clit teasingly and coating himself with your arousal.

As he pushed in, you moaned his name against his lips, earning a moan from him as well. His name leaving your lips angelic to him.

The sensation was overwhelming you. You had Johnny’s fingers, even his mouth, but the stretch you felt as he slowly dipped his cock inside of you was unlike anything you had ever felt.

He slowly pushed past your slick folds with ease, his grip on your hips was tight, like he was trying to keep his composure.

You hissed at the sting it provided, but the pleasure was much more present.

He cursed in your ear, squeezing his eyes shut.

You let out a sigh of ecstasy, your nails dragging up to his shoulders, leaving crescent shaped marks in their place.

Every inch of your body was pressed against every inch of his, you had never felt more enthralled with him before.

As the sting of the initial stretch subsided, you became overwhelmed with need and pleasure.

“Johnny, more please,” you begged breathily.

“Yeah? You sure?” He asked softly, looking into your eyes for any sort of hesitation.

You nodded and squeezed your eyes shut as he slowly pulled out of you and back in.

You gasped at the feeling, your walls subconsciously clenching around him.

“Open your eyes, please. I wanna look at you.” He pleaded through his heavy breathing.

Your eyes fluttered open and met his blue ones, his pupils dialated and his eyes shining with lust.

The look on his face could’ve been enough to set you over the edge.

He used his hand to pin both of yours above your head. Moving in and out of you at a steadily slow pace that drove you wild.

“Faster please,” you begged shyly.

He didn’t hesitate, his pace picked up gradually and you felt like you were entering a different dimension with each thrust.

His hands wrapped firmly around your wrists above your head, his lips sloppily planting kisses on yours, and his hips finding a smooth snapping motion against your body.

The sounds of moaning and skin on skin were exhilarating you.

You wrapped your legs around his body, forcing him deeper into you, you bit your lip to withhold the moan at the back of your throat.

“Let me hear you, I wanna hear you,” he said deeply, his breath tickling your face.

And you did, as his pace quickened and he released your wrists from his hand, you moaned his name, curses leaving your mouth like they never have before.

His hands moved up and down your body, pinching your nipples and kneeding your breasts.

“Johnny, oh god,” your cries and moans rang through the room.

“Is this good baby?” He asked, you nodded as he braced his forearms on both sides of your head. You dug your nails into his back.

“God, you’re so tight, so perfect, it’s like you were made for me,” he said in between thrusts.

You moaned at the praise. Suddenly the knot in your stomach felt so tight you couldn’t take it anymore.

You began bucking your hips against his, needing more friction.

Everything about the noises leaving both of your mouths, his skin hitting yours, and the smell of sex in the room was overwhelming your senses.

“Johnny I’m so close,” you whined in his ear. Your nails digging into his back.

“Yeah? Me too baby,” he said panting.

He pulled all the way out before slamming into you and bottoming out, earning a pleasured cry from you.

He continued with that rythym until you felt the coil snap inside you, the friction of his body against yours, the sweat gleaming on his forehead, you cried out his name as you came around him.

The wave of pleasure that washed over you was unlike anything you had experienced. It was stronger than you’d ever experienced, you lost control of your entire body.

Your walls clenching around him so tight he swore they were closing in on his cock. You wrapped your legs tighter, thighs clenching on instinct, gripping onto his shoulders for dear life.

You saw white as the pleasure took over your entire body, you were basically vibrating beneath him.

“Fuck,” he let your name out muffled against your neck as he pulled out and quickly came on your abdomen. The white sticky ropes covering you as they shot out of him.

As he caught his breath, looking down at your beautiful face, mouth still open in pleasure, still panting. He smiled a little bit.

“Are you okay?” He asked sweetly.

You nodded, unable to form words and not trusting your voice.

He got up from the bed, grabbing a warm towel from his bathroom, cleaning his cum from your body.

He threw the towel in the hamper and jumped into bed next to you, pulling you against his chest.

“That was amazing,” you said against him.

His arms wrapped around you, holding you close. He placed a kiss on top of your head.

You never thought you were feel so comfortable being laid completely bare in front of someone.

But this wasn’t comfort it was peace and safety, being completely seen by someone who thought you were the most beautiful person in the world.

“You’re the best I ever had, baby,” he said, looking down at you, a tilt of playfulness in his voice.

You tilted your head to look up at him, “yeah?”

He nodded, “I didn’t know it would feel like that,” he moved his hand from your waist to your cheek, “like nothing else in the world mattered, just you and me.”

You smiled softly, “it felt like that for me too.”

He leaned down and kissed you then, soft and unhurried, like you had all the time in the world to do nothing but love one another.

[darcylightninglewis]

"I haven't seen this much love in a room since Narcissus discovered himself."

Bonus 'Andy Warhol' of himself in his room:

[ponzuyu]

Kiss test - Johnny Storm

A/N: I'm like two months late, but creds to @feliciahardyenthusiast for this Rogue!reader idea, I loved it !! Also I’m currently watching the original x-men series (perfect timing for this req) and I love Rogue and Gambit’s banter, so I included one of their convos in this oneshot! Enjoyy :>

Warnings: none

Word count: 653

Rogue!Reader x Johnny Storm

“C’mon babe, please? Just one kiss?” Johnny pleaded, trailing you around the Baxter Building like a lost puppy. He’d been at it for the better half of an hour, and you, equally persistent, pushed his face away with your gloved hand for the millionth time. 

But unfortunately for you, if Johnny Storm wanted something, he would find a way to get it.

“Pleaseee,” he begged, practically on his knees now, “maybe the more we kiss, the more immune I’ll become to your pow–”

“Johnny!” you cut him off, exasperated. “Reed’s still working on the suppressant device. And you know what happens when I touch somebody. You wanna end up in the hospital?”

A beat of silence passed. Then, his signature smirk made its way onto his face, and you could already tell he was about to say something stupid.

“Maybe it’s worth it, no?”

“Ugh,” you groaned. You started turning away from him, but before you could get far, Johnny grabbed you by the wrist and whirled you around into his arms. 

You yelped in surprise and put your hands on his chest, a pitiful attempt to create some distance between the two of you, but his embrace was stronger. One hand rested on your hip while the other supported your back. The longer you stood there, the more you felt like you could melt into his warmth, and Johnny could sense your barrier slowly breaking.

“And just what do you think you’re doing,” you murmured, a small smile playing on your lips.

“Testing my immunity.”

He didn’t say any more before surging to kiss you. His soft lips moved with ease against yours as he rubbed slow circles with his thumb against your stomach and sides. Moving your hands, you gripped his shoulders as he deepened the kiss to let your bodies come impossibly closer. A comfortable warmth spread throughout you. Whether they were from his powers or his love, you didn’t know, and you were too occupied to linger on the thought for long.

…Until his grip loosened and Johnny passed out, collapsing ungracefully onto the tiled floor with a thud.

You sighed, mourning the loss of his body heat. Crossing your arms, you looked down at Johnny’s limp body, unimpressed and with one eyebrow quirked up.

“You asked for it, flameboy,” you muttered.

Luckily, Reed had fireproofed all of your clothes in the, hopefully unlikely, case you absorbed Johnny’s powers. So, when you ignited in flames, you were unbothered and began pondering over how you would get Johnny to his room.

One amused Ben and twenty minutes later, Johnny was successfully transported to his messy bed. 

After doing a general checkup with H.E.R.B.I.E.'s help, and once all of your flames extinguished, you flopped into a seat next to the bed, patiently waiting for Johnny to wake up. You were ready to kick back, take a nap, or maybe even help Ben cook dinner since it typically took multiple hours for anyone to stir after you absorbed their life force. As you were debating your options, your wandering eyes landed on Johnny's record player. Your feet automatically moved to his collection, and you delicately placed one of his favorites, Elvis, onto the device to let the soft melodies wash over you.

Suddenly, Johnny’s groggy voice cut through your thoughts, startling you as you whipped your head to face him.

“Hey gorgeous, am I in heaven? Because I’m looking at an angel.”

Your shocked expression gave way to a slightly flustered one, and you rolled your eyes with a playful scoff.

“You've achieved a new personal best,” you said, changing the subject. “Took just over an hour for you to wake up. Maybe you really are developing immunity?”

He flashed a sly smile. “Wanna run another test?”

You shoved him in response, grinning while the two of you laughed at his suggestion. He was being serious.

[helpwhatsthis]

Roughed Up - J.S. X Fem!Reader

Summary: You get hurt on a mission when you don't wait for Johnny's signal, and he's not afraid to give you a piece of his mind about it. It forces you to act on some feelings you've been hiding from him for a while now.

Warnings: Smut! light biting, hair pulling, one push into the wall, the knee thing but meaner, spanking, belting, one pussy smack, rough piv, light choking, Johnny calls R a brat once, humiliation kink, begging, calling Johnny "sir"-- non-smut: reader has injuries on face and a broken wrist but he's still careful of it during sex, fighting, maybe angst, defiantly some sappy angst during the aftercare

Word Count: 5k+

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"So you're just gonna pretend like this is nothing?" Johnny's voice comes out in a scoff as soon as the bedroom door closes.

And God, you love him so much; but you'd give anything for him to just fucking drop it.

"I don't see why you're making a big deal out of this?" You roll your eyes and begin to strip out of your suit, not even bothering to turn and look at him. "I'm fine. I'll take the stuff Reed gave me to keep from getting anything infected and the cast comes off in six weeks." You huff, repeating the words again as you toss your belt onto the bed.

"You're fine?" He scoffs again, not able to hold in his laugh of disbelief. "Your face is beaten to hell and your wrist is broken, but yeah, you walked away just fine."

You don't see the roll of his eyes behind you because you're trying desperately to get a grip on the zipper of your suit without him noticing your struggle; but you know he does it all the same.

"Oh my face is beat up?" You laugh, turning to look at him when you realize you're not going to get your suit unzipped with your cast on. He's still just standing by the door with his arms crossed and his face in a tight frown. "Have you looked in the mirror since we got home?" His eyes flicker orange at your mocking tone.

"The ceiling almost collapsed on you!" He yells, throwing his arms out in frustration. You just shake your head and walk to the closet. You'll fight with your suit in the bathroom where you can't give him the satisfaction of needing his help. "Why couldn't you just fucking listen to me?" He hisses, and you feel like you're the one that's about to burst into flames.

You reel around to him again, forgetting the closet in the wake of the anger that's rising in your body.

"If I had waited for your signal, someone could have gotten hurt!" You can't keep your voice from rising, because you and Johnny never fight like this.

This kind of blowout is uncharted territory for you.

"You got hurt." He grits out, face going red. You fight off stomping your foot in anger, fists clenching at your sides to hold in the scream that wants to rip out of you.

"So I'm just supposed to risk the lives of innocent civilians for your comfort?" You cock your head at him. Your body feels like it's itching all over, just waiting for his reaction.

He doesn't give it to you, and that feels grating against your skin. He just crosses his arms over his heaving chest and glares at you like he's sizing you up.

"It's our job to keep people safe, Johnny." You gesture out the window to the New York skyline. "Bumps and bruises are part of that job."

"No." He laughs dryly, shaking his head. "Y'know what I think?" His eyes are piercing, glaring right into your own.

"Oh what do you think, Johnny Storm, the man that knows everything?" You mirror his stance, arms crossing. You know it's a low blow, but for some reason; you need him to lose his cool. Something deep in your gut wants to see him blow up, to start shouting and throwing a fit.

He gets this satisfied sort of smirk on his face, taking one slow step toward you.

"I think you've had this tension in you for weeks now." His voice drops low as he continues his sly stalk toward you.

You don't back up, don't move an inch; not wanting to let him see that everything about this has you burning under your skin.

"It's like you've got this pent up energy and you don't know how to let go of it." His voice slides out smoothly as he stands right in front of you, but you won't look up at him.

You keep your face tight, glaring daggers at nothing in particular to keep from meeting his eyes.

You don't want him to know he's right.

You don't want to acknowledge that itch you just can't seem to scratch.

His hands slide up, and for a second you think he's got this all wrong. He cradles the back of your head like it's delicate in his hands, angling your face up to him with his fingers in your hair. He looks like he's thinking hard about his next words, eyes searching your face for any sign of your feelings.

"I think you want to be roughed up a little." He breathes, fingers tightening their grip. His nails just barely scratch at your scalp and your hair twists in his hold, but it's enough.

You surge upwards, slamming your lips into his. They burn against your mouth, and you can't help the little whine that rings out when his teeth knock into your split lip from the force of it. You feel him smiling against you when your arms sling over his shoulders.

For just a second your body feels quiet.

"Atta girl." It rumbles in his chest, and then he's shoving you back into the wall. The thud barely sounds out, but it knocks through your body like he's thrown you.

And it feels good.

He doesn't give you a second to think about it. His tongue forces its way into your mouth as soon as the gasp leaves you. He tastes like the cinnamon gum you can't ever get him to spit out during a mission and smoke. There's something metallic beneath it, like the blood from the hits he took hasn't fully left his mouth yet. A content hum sounds in your throat at the force he's using to invade your senses.

He keeps kissing you hard, not giving you a second to breathe or an inch to pull away from the wall. You're so lost in him, brain occupied by all things Johnny; that you don't realize his hands have left your hair.

"Is that what you need, baby?" He murmurs, pulling back just enough so he can see that you mean it. His hands grab onto your hips, and the squeeze grounds you enough to find your voice.

"Yeah." You nod, the word breathy. Your fingers curl tighter into the fabric of his suit over his shoulders, fighting to pull him closer to you.

"You tell me if you want to stop." He says firmly, squeezing at you again to make sure you hear him. "Stop me if it hurts too much." His eyes are wide in question, searching your face for permission.

"I will." You promise, already pushing your head up to get his mouth on yours again.

You think he's giving in, ready to kiss you silly again; until his teeth sink into your bottom lip. You keen at the twinge that shoots through your skin.

At the same time your head falls back, he pushes his knee between your thighs. He's not teasing about in the way he'd normally be. His knee hits firmly against your pelvis, making your body jolt from the dull sting that rocks through you.

"Fuck-" You huff, twisting your fingers tighter on his shoulders and letting yourself fall onto his knee.

In a few short moments, all the tension has left your body. If you felt burning before, you're throbbing now as you start to roll your hips against his leg.

"Nu-uh." He grits when he sees your face go lax from the friction between your legs. He reaches up and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back to look at him again. "Suit off. Then, bend over the end of the bed for me." He looks smug, eyes crinkled at the corners from fighting off his smirk.

Embarrassment bubbles up in your stomach then, but it doesn’t turn acidic in the way it did moments ago.

You kind of like it.

"I can't." You whisper, trying out the feeling and rocking again on his knee.

He gets this gleam in his eye, a small grin cracking onto his lips. He looks cocky and it makes you want to grind down harder.

He beats you to it, hitting his leg against your clothed cunt again. "What was that, babe?" He leans his head to the side, fighting to ignore the small moan that rips out of you.

"I can't get ahold of the zipper." Your voice comes out whinier than you mean it to, but you feel like you're pulsing now.

Johnny has the nerve to chuckle at your emission, pulling on your hair roughly again and shaking you with it. The sting has you crying out this time, but your clit aches with it; desperately rubbing against him.

"You need my help, honey?" He sounds overly sweet as he lets go of your hair and smooths it back down, rubbing gently at your scalp.

He's mocking you.

The realization shoots right up your spine, settling something gooey in your limbs and hazy in your mind.

"Yes sir." You hum, brain running on auto to the last time you felt like this. When you'd laughed out a simple Yes sir, Mr. Storm in his office and he'd taken you so hard against the desk that he'd accidentally burned you.

He grips hard at the back of your neck, pulling you away from the wall so fast that you can't even see his reaction to your words.

"Y'know, if you'd just waited for me..." He grits, walking you to end of the bed without letting go of his hold on your skin. "You wouldn't be needing my help, would you?"

He shoves you down onto the mattress before you can answer and your breath catches. You feel his heat as he leans over your back, reaching into the neckline of your suit for the zipper. It makes your brain feel cloudier as his warmth brackets your body.

"I asked you a question." He grits suddenly, and you hear the crack before you feel it.

A sting rips against your skin, dulled only by the cotton of your suit, and you almost don't recognize the sound that comes out of you when the feeling resounds in your cunt.

"No." You shake your head, eyes in a daze on the sheets. "I wouldn't." Your breathing picks up and you can't help but rut back against him.

He presses into you further, letting you feel how hard he is against where you need him so badly it causes a hurt of its own. His hand reaches under you, fingers skating lightly against your sternum.

"Who are you talking to?" He whispers against your ear and your neck tingles when his warm breath hits it.

His hand reaches up and his fingers curl around the column of your throat. He gives a gentle squeeze, holding for a second long enough to have your head spinning.

"Try again, baby." Johnny prompts, letting go of your neck and reaching back for the zipper again.

"No, sir." You can barely pull the words out, only able to think about what his next move might be. "I wouldn't need your help if I stuck to the plan."

He draws his fingers slow down your back, using just enough heat to have you squirming under him. "Good." You can hear the smile in his voice as he leans down and presses a kiss to the skin slowly growing more exposed to him. "Glad we can agree."

He's quiet for a minute, simply pulling your suit off with care that wildly contrasts his movements seconds ago.

But you know he's not done with you yet. Johnny's never been the kind to quit too early, especially not when he finds something you like.

Your skin feels buzzing the more naked he gets you, barely able to withstand the anticipation.

"I think you need something to help you remember that we do this as a team, huh?" He asks, finally pulling the fabric down your legs. Even with him so close, the air feels freezing against the slick warmth on your skin. "Damn-" He laughs, kicking your legs apart. The dismissiveness of his action makes a shiver run up your back. You gasp when his warm fingers slide through your folds and pull them apart. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

You risk glancing over your shoulder at him, and the sight is humiliating in the best way possible.

He's only inches away from your core, eyes locked like he's inspecting it.

"Yes sir." You nod, shifting your hips toward him in a silent plead. You need him to do something, anything, to fix the pull that's been building in your stomach since he first put his hands on your body.

His eyes meet yours and he smirks again, standing to his full height behind you. "Yeah, I can tell." He chortles and runs his hands over the fat of your ass, gripping it hard in his hands.

You let your head fall back to the bed, relishing in the feeling of his nails pressing on your skin.

"So fucking wet already and I'm just getting started." The grit in his voice isn't warning enough for the hard smack that lands on your ass.

You feel the pain surge up through your back, a hot zing of pleasure that lands molten in your gut. The sound is drowned out by the one that rips from your lungs; something ragged, caught between a gasp and a whine.

"Oh fuck." You cry into mattress, fingers curling in the sheets. The sear mellows out into a low sizzle under your skin.

"How was that, honey?" His voice loses all it's theatrical cadence, just warm and waiting for your approval.

"So good." You sigh happily, not sure there's a way to tell him you think you might explode from need. You hear a low hum come from his chest as his other hand smooths over your skin, like he's mapping the space before he marks it up. Every second that he makes you wait, the sound of your heart pounds louder in your ears.

His hand comes down brutal this time and you can't help but jerk at the impact. Your body lurches forward, a broken cry ringing out into the room as your thighs fight to close. You need something to ease the pain that twinges in your pussy.

"Need you." You whimper when his legs stop your own from rubbing together. "Fuck, Johnny. Please." You beg, leaning back into him and trying to get some friction against his bulge.

"Yeah, you need my cock, baby?" He teases, hands running over your stinging skin. His nails dig into the flesh and pull your body against his. You sound wrecked when the fabric catches on your clit, body feeling like one big exposed nerve for him to poke at.

"Yes, please." You babble, resting your head on the sheets and rubbing against him.

"I don't know if you deserve it yet." He laughs, "Gotta give my brat what she needs before I can give her what she wants." He punctuates his words with another slap. The harsh crack of it sounding in the room as you bury your face into the bed to hold in your cry. "You think that sounds fair?" He taunts, pushing his hips against yours; giving you just enough friction that tears break free from your waterline.

Your blurry gaze catches on white leather laying in front of you. Your belt, thrown haphazardly onto the bed in the midst of your outburst. A prickling thrill runs up your spine, casted arm already reaching out to grab it.

"Are you sure, honey?" You hear a hint of hesitation in his voice as your fingers close around the material and start pulling it toward you. His thumbs rub gently at the fat of your hips, grounding you. Trying to make sure you're thinking clearly about this.

"Yes sir." You nod, holding your belt back for him to reach. "I want it harder." You force your voice to come out firm.

"Okay, baby." He coos, leaning down and pressing a burning kiss to the small of your back. He doesn't take the leather from your hands right away. Instead, you hear him shuffling as he starts to pull off his own suit.

It's like a breath of fresh air washing over your body, hearing the sound of his pants hit the floor. You peek behind you again, watching him pull his boxers down like you're in a trance. He looks flushed, like he's barely holding his flames inside.

"Don't know how much longer I'm gonna be able to watch this pretty hole squeeze on nothing." He huffs, smiling as he meets your eyes. You feel frozen, not even able to breath when he starts tugging softly at his dick. He uses the wetness already spread over his tip to thrust lazily into his hand.

Your throat tightens with jealousy that it's not you he's fucking into, a little ashamed of how good it feels that he's making you watch.

"Johnny-" Your voice cracks, hips thrusting pleadingly back against him. His hand splays out on your back, pushing you back down as he takes the belt from your hand.

"The whole point of this is for you to learn to wait." He grunts, whipping the belt down against your ass.

The pain stabs though you hard and a sharp cry leaves your lips. Your mind feels suddenly blank; the only things you can be sure of are the burning you feel on your bruising flesh and the pulsing heartbeat in your clit.

"I'm sorry." You whine weakly, fingers clutching the sheets as you fight to keep from pushing back against him again. "I'm sorry, sir. I can wait. I swear." You babble as tears run down your cheeks.

"Good." Johnny hums, waving his hand behind you and fanning cool air onto the welts forming. It's a moment of relief that has your legs weakening. "If you can stay still until we get to five, I'll fuck you stupid on my cock, yeah?"

A low whine falls from your lips at his words, a wave of heat rolling through your gut just from the promise of getting him inside you soon. "Yes sir." You croak, body tensing up in anticipation for the belt to come down again.

Two. You almost scream when the leather meets your puffy skin again, and your legs start to burn with the strain of keeping them open when all you want to do is rub your thighs together.

Three. You choke on the sob that rips up your throat and your knuckles strain from how hard you grip the sheets in your hands. Johnny's hand comes to rest on your hip, running low circles.

"Breathe, baby." He murmurs, leaning to the side of your body and pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "You still with me?" He asks, running his hand up your side soothingly.

It's the contrast of his voice to the assault he's laying on your body, sickeningly sweet against the searing blaze, that makes you swear you can feel your wetness running down your thighs now.

You're wound so tight, at this rate, you think you might black out as soon as he touches your cunt.

"Yeah, I'm good." Your voice barely comes out, but he can hear that you mean every word. "I'm with you."

You sound fucking blissed.

"Yeah, you are." He beams, standing back up. "Two more, sweetheart." He rubs the small of your back, giving you another second to cool down. "Then, I'm gonna give you what you want." His voice drops low, like he can barely go on with the waiting himself.

Four. "Holy fuck-" You do yell this time. The sting feels sharper from the moments you've gone without it.

Five. He gives you the last one before you've even had time to process the one before, and you're glad. Your legs shake and your clit throbs; you're not entirely sure your legs could have held you up through anymore waiting.

"Johnny, please." You sob, letting your knees go lax; relying on the bed and his hand on your hip to keep you from sliding right to the floor. The belt falls to the floor with a dull clatter and your body finally releases its tension, no longer waiting for the impact.

"You did so good, babe." He praises, hands running up and down your back as you try to even out your breathing.

He lets his body meld with yours. His dick pressing against your pussy and you want to sob from relief, from finally feeling him so close to where you need him so badly. You keen, rubbing against him and gasping when the vein at the base of his cock runs against your clit.

He pulls away from you suddenly and you're left reeling. You don't even have time to ask him what he's doing before his hands wrap around your thighs and pull them as far apart as you can manage.

"I think-" He hums, like he's talking to himself as he watches your hole clench at the sound of his voice. He leans in, leaving only the ghost of a kiss to your swollen clit. "You might need one more, just to be sure." He nods, pulling away.

You're about to protest- to tell him that your ass can't take anymore-

His palm lands flat on your cunt. The sting is so sudden and sharp that your vision blurs, a strangled moan clawing out of your chest as your body curls into the bed.

You're in a haze, brain trying to sort through all of the different feelings running through your body. Johnny's careful now as he slots back against you, like he's trying not to disturb you processing all the things you're feeling.

His arms bracket yours. He tilts his head, pressing a kiss to your hair and not daring to pull away as his hands search for the ones gripping the bed like a lifeline. When he finds them, his fingers thread through your own; giving a gentle squeeze. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you realize that you can't feel his lower body against you, and you finally turn your head to look at him.

"You ready for me, baby?" He keeps his voice low, checking in without saying it.

"Need you so bad." Your voice comes out watery, tears still running down your cheeks. You're practically dizzy from the deep pull in your gut.

He just nods, lowering his hips to meet yours. There's a mellow burn when his hot skin presses against the raw marks on you. You push back, chasing the feeling of Johnny touching you.

The hand holding your casted one sneaks behind him, fingers grazing down your body as he goes. He moves so slow that it almost seems like torture. You feel like you're vibrating all over, barely holding in your anticipation.

He shudders, a low rumble of a moan leaving his chest. The head of his cock bumps your clit lazily, tapping on the tender spot and making a whiny cry pass your lips. It hurts in the way that pressing on a bruise does, sharp and satisfying.

"Please, Johnny." Your voice barely comes out, one last plea for what you want so badly.

He pushes in all at once and your satisfied moan sounds through the room, his own grunt as the backtrack.

"Fuck, babe." He gasps into your shoulder. His fingers tighten around yours to hold himself steady. "So fuckin' wet for me." His voice slurs like he's already lost in it.

He doesn't waste a second after that, fucking into you like he's on a mission of his own. His body keeps yours pressed down onto the mattress with no room to move away, not that you want to.

You can't think, brain lost in the feeling of the ache in your ass and his dick stretching your cunt. With the way you're slumped, his tip hits that soft spot inside you perfectly with every slam of his hip into you.

"Is this all you needed, honey?" Johnny grits, voice barely audible over the sound of his skin slapping yours. His arms reaches under your leg, fingers expertly finding your clit and rubbing in fast circles that have you choking on your breathing. "Just needed a way to let it all out?" You can hear the grin in his voice, somewhere between teasing and accomplished.

You can only whine in response, the knot forming in your stomach pulling tight. You feel dangerously close to slipping over the edge already, and it's taking everything in you not to let go of the feeling too soon.

It all just hurts so good.

"Answer me." He growls, letting go of your hand and twisting his fingers in your hair. A wounded cry is all he gets.

His thrusts come impossibly faster. He knocks the air out of you with every punch of his cock as deep in you as he can go, and he's at it again before you can suck in a breath. His fingers tap hard at your clit, not giving you what you need until you say it.

The fingers in your hair pull your head back, a pleasant sting spreading over your scalp. Your eyes finally catch his face.

His eyes are glowing, big and rounded as they look at you. His lips hang open, little gasps that match your own wheezing moans.

He looks like he needs it. He looks wrecked.

"Yes sir." You force the words to come out, and his head falls against your own with a broken moan.

His hips start to stutter, cock twitching against your walls. His fingers flick fast back and forth, lighting up your nerves like a live wire. Your head falls back to the mattress, body starting to tense up and push harder back into his thrusts.

"Then let it out for me, baby." He's broken up by his own desperate whine, and you see white; a small yell leaving your throat.

Everything dulls and becomes too much all at once. You're lost in a haze of electric trembles racking your body and the feeling of Johnny's arm coming around to hold you tightly to his chest.

One last, hard thrust punctuates the cry that leaves him. The feeling of warmth seeping into you has a new set of satisfied tears dripping onto the sheets.

It's hard to come back up for air when you feel so floaty, even with Johnny's body laying on top of your own.

You feel groggy, eyes bleary and covered in sweat. You feel heavy and too light at the same time, like you're body hasn't adjusted back to gravity after being on cloud nine.

"Sweetheart?" He whispers where his head lays behind yours. His arm around your waist gives you a little shake when you take a minute to answer. "How you feeling?" His voice sounds just as sleepy as you feel.

Like your brain is overridden. Completely fucked out. Barely holding onto reality.

"So fucking good." You sigh happily, trying to curl your body impossibly closer to where he lays behind you.

You hear an airy laugh and his hand rubs over your stomach.

"Don't think I can move though." You hum cheerfully, not wanting to part your body from Johnny or the bed.

His warm lips find the back of your neck, pressing a firm kiss as he starts to peel his body from you. You whine in protest and try to roll over so that you can tug him back down onto you.

"I'll be just a second." He murmurs, one hand pushing you softly until you're flat on your chest again. "Gotta get the good stuff for your skin." He explains, fingers ghosting over the back of your thighs while he inspects the damage. "This might be worse than the burn." You hear him mumbling to himself as he starts to walk to the bathroom.

You almost fall asleep in the minute he's gone. You feel boneless, like you could just melt into the bed after how tightly you've been wound up. You're all warm and sated, with your face still pressed against Johnny's side of the bed and his scent filling your nose with every evening breath.

You jump when the cold jel meets your skin, so spaced out that you hadn't even felt him sit on the bed beside you.

"Sorry, baby." He keeps his voice low like he doesn't want to disturb you. He continues rubbing the cooling jel over the whelps covering your skin, taking extra care to be light on the raw spots and to massage the space that's unmarked.

"Actually-" His voice comes out guarded now, rubbing his hands off on your suit hanging off the corner of the bed. "I'm sorry for yelling at you." He's so quiet that you wonder if you're even meant to hear it.

You roll onto your side to face him. He sits with his hands in his lap, looking down at the damp rag he's holding.

Something bubbles in your chest, deep and full of regret.

"It's okay, Johnny." Your hand comes out to squeeze his thigh, wanting nothing more than for his eyes to meet yours. You want him to see that you mean it.

"No, it's not." He gets up easily, like his body is running on auto as he parts your thighs and starts to wipe you gently with the cool cloth. "You were just doing your job." He shrugs, keeping his eyes locked on the task in front of him. "You got hurt trying to help, and I shouldn't have picked a fight over that."

"Johnny." Your voice comes out a lot harsher than you mean it to, but it does the job. His gaze snaps up to yours. There's tears pooling in his eyes.

"I'm sorry too." Your voice cracks. "I just wanted to get the job over with because I was tired and I got cocky. I should have waited for you." You reach out and cup his jaw, swiping your thumb to catch the first tear that falls free. "We're a team."

His body deflates as he crawls back over you, resting his face just a faction too far from your lips.

"I was just so scared of something happening to you." His breathing is shaky, more tears escaping as his lashes flutter. You can see his mind trying to fight off the thought.

"I'll be more careful next time, I promise." You nod, wiping his tears away again.

"I'll be there on time next time." He chuckles, teeth peaking out of the small grin that pulls on his lips. "I promise."

You both sit there for a moment, just gazing at each other and feeling happy that you got to come home together.

"Don't think this sappy confession is gonna get you out of talking about the freaky shit you just had me do." He breaks into a fit of giggles. You reach above your head, snagging his pillow and whacking his head with it.

He throws himself down beside you, clutching his chest like you've shot him.

"Wouldn't dream of it… sir." You laugh, jumping out of bed when you see him snag your pillow to retaliate.

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Johnny and reader are in love and reed basically forces Johnny to break up with her because it’s a distraction to the teen according to read but afterwards Johnny is so unhappy that they get back together and have a nice little ending but it’s super angsty and hurtful. Maybe they sneak around to see each other but get caught. I love your writing ❤️❤️

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The Human Torch 🔥

"Where the hell is Johnny?" Reed asked, his voice raised lightly. Sue shrugged as she stepped into her space suit. Ben had a feeling where he was.

"He's probably with Y/N," Sue guessed. She noticed Reed tensed at the mention of Y/N's name and frowned. She knew what her husband was thinking and didn't exactly agree. The issue was that Johnny was in love, like actually in love. Johnny was committed to his family and to his superhero duties all his career. Then he met a girl and his attention started to shift. Sue didn't blame her baby brother, she understood it was his first real relationship and he wanted to spend every moment with her. Sue thought it was romantic.

But Reed didn't think it was romantic. Reed saw her as a roadblock, an obstacle, and a distraction. "I think it's time we have a conversation with him."

"A true conversation or just telling him what to do?" Sue asked. Reed sighed at her fighting tone and helped her adjust her suit. He checked how the measurements fit her body and bit his tongue. "Would you have listened if someone told you to stay away from me?"

"That's different!" Reed huffed, checking off his check list as the suit seemed to be perfect. "We work together. You don't distract me and keep me from important things."

Ben stayed silent as Reed moved on to his suit. Sue took off the suit. "What do you think?" Reed asked. Ben was conflicted as he looked between Reed and Sue.

"I think him not being on time for the fitting is unprofessional," Ben stated.

"Thank you!" Reed said as he slammed his clipboard. Before he could say another word, the elevator door opened and Johnny came bouncing in.

"Sorry I'm late! Lost track of time," Johnny said. He didn't notice the heavy tension as he put on his suit with a huge smile on his face. His chest still buzzed with excitement from the moments ago with his girlfriend.

~~~

Johnny chased Y/N's lips as she tried to pull away, a small laugh left her chest.

"Johnny, your watch is beeping," she said, successful as she got her lips free. Johnny pouted and batted his baby blue eyes at her.

"Just a few more minutes?" He begged, his hot touch on her thighs made her falter for a second and he took advantage of it and captured her into another kiss. She moaned as his tongue slid inside her mouth, the moment interrupted by another loud beep. Johnny pulled away and looked down at it, the red alert flashed and he groaned. "Damn it."

Y/N watched with a smile as he got off her with a grumpy look. "You can come over after you are all done being an incredibly hot superhero." She teased. He chuckled and gave one last kiss to her lips. She bit her lip as he flew out her window, a trail of flames behind.

~

"I've paged you four times, Johnny! What the hell?" Reed cursed as Johnny flew in and saved his family. He was a few minutes too late, a lot of damage done and Reed was pissed. Reed was thrown on the ground, pressure in his head as his forehead bled. Sue wasn't injured, but exhausted from the overuse of her ability without Johnny's help. Ben did the best he could, but it was the fantastic four for a reason, all four were important.

"The damn thing only went off once!" Johnny lied. He grabbed Reed's hand and yanked him back to his feet. Sue walked over to Reed and checked the cut on his head.

"I made your watch. I know that it works. Don't lie to me, kid," Reed snarled. His body relaxed under Sue's touch as she dabbed away his blood. "You were with that damn girl and it's becoming unacceptable!" Reed said, his voice rising with every word. Sue looked nervous between her brother and husband. Johnny tried to take deep breaths, not wanting to lash out and send a ball of fire right at Reed's head.

"I've never once left you guys hanging! I've always shown up!" Johnny argued. "Leave her out of this."

"No. She's distracting you. How can we expect the world to rely on us if we can't trust you to show up?"

Johnny stepped back from the comment, as if it physically hit him. He looked at Sue, and she avoided his eyes. He looked at Ben and he gave him a shrug and sigh. "You guys can't rely on me?"

"It's just," Sue sighed as she looked at her baby brother, "I know how exciting it is to be in love, and I know how blinding it is. We need you to still be capable of being the Human Torch."

"I can! I have been!" Johnny still argued.

"If there wasn't an issue, we wouldn't be having this conversation," Reed spoke, Johnny glared over Sue's shoulder as he looked at him. Sue could sense the room was far too heated as Johnny's breathing picked up. "I'm sorry that it's come down to this but I'll no longer have you a part of my team if she's around."

"Reed!" Sue said in shock and turned around. "That's unnecessary. Give him a chance!"

"You're saying I have to break up with my girlfriend so I can stay your fucking lab dog? Fuck you," Johnny spat, he burst into flames and vanished.

"I can't believe you," Sue said, just like her brother she vanished into thin air.

"You still agree with me, right?" Reed asked Ben.

"Yes," Ben agreed.

~

Johnny didn't want to give Reed the satisfaction that Reed got in his head. Johnny panicked, the fantastic four were his family and he had a duty to the world. But Y/N was his girlfriend, a girl he imagined marrying. He was devastated that his family didn't seem to care to know who she was. Never once asked to meet her, just bitched that his time was spent with her. He appeared at her window and felt his body relax as she smiled.

"There he is," she cheered. She ran and wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Johnny melted and kissed her back, his arms around her waist. Every bone and muscle in his body relaxed from her touch, and he was meant to think she was a problem? She pulled away far too soon and Johnny whined. "How did everything go?"

"Absolute shit," Johnny faked laughed. "Reed and I got into a massive argument over something stupid and then he threatened my part in his team. Unbelievable."

Y/N gulped as Johnny ranted. His touch left hers as he paced around her bedroom. "Why would he do that?" Johnny stopped at the sound of her voice. His fist already clenched as he thought back to Reed.

"He thinks you are distracting me and that turns me into a shitty person, apparently. He had the nerve to look me in my face and tell me I needed to pick him or you." Y/N looked concerned as Johnny's wild eyes appeared inches away from her. She could feel his heavy breaths and wasn't sure how to calm him down.

"Well, what happens now?"

"I guess I tell him to suck my dick and we run away," Johnny said as if it was truly his plan. Y/N couldn't believe how irrational Johnny was, the fantastic four was Johnny Storm.

"Johnny, you can't leave them."

"I don't need them."

"They need you, though, Johnny. And so does the world," Y/N said quietly. She cupped his face and his stomach knotted at the sad look on her face. He was already shaking his head, about to beg she doesn't say the next few words. "You have to pick him."

"No, that's bullshit," Johnny argued. "Sue knows this is real and she's going to talk to him and fix this."

"So then their marriage falls apart? If us being together causes so much damage, we can't be selfish."

"Why are you so easily giving up?" Johnny snapped. He pushed his hands off his face and bit his bottom lip as it trembled. "You don't even want to fight for us?"

"Of course, I do. I want to be with you and to have our future. But you'll never be happy if your family falls apart. And I can't allow you to do it for me." She softly cried as silent tears streamed down his face.

"Why don't I get a say in any of this?" Johnny scoffed. He stepped back and placed his hands on his hips. "I bet he would love you now knowing you are just like him, both so damn selfish."

She knew he was acting out of hurt and pain, and she wished she could make it easier for him. "I'm sorry, Johnny."

He didn't know why she got to cry when she was breaking up with him, why she gets to decide that their relationship is done no matter what Johnny wanted.

"You told me we'd always be together," Johnny whimpered, his anger cracked away and he was a shell of a vulnerable man. "I love you."

"I love you, too. That's why I'm doing this," she delicately wiped away his tears, and he gripped her arms desperately. "You have to go."

"No," Johnny refused. Y/N tried to pry her touch off of him but he refused to let her go. "Please, just let me stay tonight. One night to say goodbye and I'll be gone in the morning."

Y/N knew it would make everything harder, but she felt they deserved a real goodbye. Johnny deserved it. She nodded and allowed him to press his salty wet lips against hers. They removed their clothes, made love, and then he slipped away in the middle of the night.

~~~

Sue knocked on Johnny's door. It has been day three of Johnny living away in his room, only allowing Herbie in. He shut everyone out, just as Sue feared. She walked away from the door and walked angrily to her bedroom.

Reed slightly jumped as the bedroom door slammed. Sue walked over to the bed and stood at the end of it, arms crossed and a deadly look in her eyes. "You need to apologize to him and fix this."

Reed sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Things have been fixed. He's on time to everything, his watch beeps once and he comes to fight. This is exactly what we needed. You said we needed the Human Torch!"

"I didn't mean that Johnny had to completely vanish! Yeah, the Human Torch is great and he's making your team look good. What about my little brother, Reed? He hates us. He doesn't talk to any of us, he barely looks at us unless he has to. This isn't fixed." It killed Sue to see Johnny so broken. His eyes were always puffy and red, the tip of his nose was red and raw, and he barely looked alive.

"Did you forget the part where I gave him a decision? He had every chance to pick that girl and he didn't. Did you ever think that this was his decision?" Reed argued.

"He would never have had to make that decision if it wasn't for you." Sue snapped. Reed groaned when she vanished once again.

~

Herbie softly rubbed Johnny's head as he silently cried into his pillow. Johnny felt drained, physically and mentally. He knew he was going to miss her and he knew it was going to hurt, but this pain was so unbearable. He knew time was supposed to heal wounds, but he worried it would never heal. He ignored the knocks on his door.

"Don't let anyone in, Herbie. I'm going to sleep," his voice dry and cracked.

~~~

The next morning, Herbie brought Johnny a small breakfast tray. He didn't realize that Sue no longer asked for an invitation to enter Johnny's room, invisible and quiet as she placed herself on Johnny's chair. Once the door closed, she showed herself.

"Jesus!" Johnny gasped as he jumped. Herbie lightly squealed and placed the tray on Johnny's bed before he dropped it. "Privacy is a thing, you know."

"I know, but you wouldn't have let me in," she said with a sigh. "I'm really sorry about Reed."

"He's a big boy, he should apologize himself," Johnny huffed. Sue didn't want to invalidate Johnny's emotions so she allowed him to be frustrated and pissy. "Doesn't matter anyway. She's still gone at the end of the day."

"Why did you pick Reed?" Sue asked, her husband's words echoed in her head.

"I didn't. I picked her and she picked Reed," Johnny said, slightly coughing as he felt his throat tighten. He wasn't sure how he had any tears left to cry. Sue looked at his red eyes and her heart broke for him.

"What do you mean?" Sue pushed.

"She made the decision for us because she knew I would've left the fantastic four behind," Johnny felt guilty as he admitted it to his sister but not guilty enough to regret it, he still wanted her more.

"You love her enough to lose your family?" Sue questioned.

"I know how bad it sounds, but-"

"That's not why I asked, Johnny," Sue looked at him with gentle eyes. She stood up and sat next to him on his bed, a comforting hand on his. "The second you met Reed, you wanted to be part of his team. You two were incredible together, and I know you won't admit it but you looked up to him. I've had so many conversations with mom about you. Her and I thought the fantastic four would be the only love you'd have in your life. Y/N has changed you, and she has changed you for the better. You're no longer just a part of the fantastic four, you have a whole life to explore. Reed is going to come around, and I'm going to continue to realize it. You loved this girl enough to give up the biggest thing in your life, that's incredible." Johnny tried to blink away his tears as Sue began to cry. "It sounds like she truly loves you."

"She does," Johnny cried. "She's the best thing in my life and everything feels so dull without her."

"I'll deal with Reed. You go get her and be together. I'll help you keep it a secret until I get Reed to understand."

Johnny looked at her shocked, she stood up and gave him a smile, tears in her eyes.

"Just be on time from now on!" Sue demanded in an older sister tone. Johnny laughed and wiped his tears. He stood up and pulled her into a hug.

"Thank you," she nodded as she hugged him back. All she wanted was for her brother to be happy.

Johnny was quick to fly out his window. His heart raced with excitement as he thought about seeing her again. He knew it would be a small battle to convince her but with Sue on their side, they could truly be together.

Y/N turned off the light in her bathroom and walked into her bedroom, she jumped as she noticed a figure near her window.

"Johnny? What are you doing here?" Johnny didn't bother to answer. He walked over to her and placed his large hand on the back of her head and pulled her into a kiss. She moaned and lost herself in the passionate kiss, clinging to his body. Johnny's skin burned as she touched him, those few days without her was far too long. He slowed down the kiss, dragging it out until he pulled away. Her eyes were slow to flutter open, head in the clouds from his kiss.

"We did it your way and I'm miserable. I miss you. I want you. I need you," Johnny pleaded. She noticed the tired look in his red eyes.

"Johnny, we talked about this."

"I know. I know the world needs me, my team needs me, but you need me too. We can still be together, I just need to not give Reed a reason to not accept us. I talked with Sue, and she's going to help us. We can be together."

"But how? Even if you are evenly divided between me and him, he's going to be mad that it's still shared. He wants your full focus."

"Which he will soon, and that's why in the meantime he won't know we are back together." Johnny explained. Y/N looked at him like he was insane.

"Are you insane?"

"I'm a desperate man in love," Johnny chuckled. "Sue will cover for me and whenever Reed needs me, I'll just have to leave right away and come back."

"What a shame that neither of us thought of that?" Y/N said sarcastically. Johnny playfully poked her side with his finger and she squealed.

"What do you think? Will you do this crazy shit with me?" His words and eyes begged her, but it wasn't necessary.

"Absolutely, Mr. Storm."

~~~

Sue gave Johnny wink as he slipped out the front door, flowers in his hand. Reed sat up from the couch, just seeing the back of Johnny's head.

"Well, it's been two weeks and he seems back to normal," Reed shrugged.

"I think he has hope again," Sue smiled. She softly rubbed Reed's chest. "He loves her Reed. Let him prove to you he can handle the team and a relationship."

Reed sighed and relaxed under her touch. "Okay, I'll step back and see how it goes. But if he's still a child..." He trailed off and Sue rolled her eyes.

~

"I don't think I want our date to be done yet," Y/N said sadly as they walked hand in hand towards her house.

"Who says it has to be?" Johnny said as he stopped walking. He got a naughty idea and the smirk on his face caught her attention. "What if we go to my place for once?"

"Your place? As in the place you share with Reed? The man who can't know we are together?" She questioned, her eyes squinted at him to see if he was alright.

"Yeah," he shrugged and closed the space between them. "Think about how hot it would be? We'll sneak into my room, I'll fuck you right there on my bed, then I'll fly you home."

Y/N tried to be rational and think with her brain, and not the pulsing cunt in her pants. She hated how hot it sounded and how badly she wanted to do it.

"I can see you fighting it, don't. It's fun to play with fire," he said with a wink. She didn't get a chance to answer before he burst into flames and flew in the direction of his house.

Once their feet landed on his floor, their lips clashed together and their hands tried to strip each other. Y/N moaned as Johnny walked them to the bed and pulled her on his lap as he fell back. She grinded against his jeans, shivering at the feeling of his hard cock. Johnny moved his hands to grip her ass and push her against him when the door flew open. Y/N jumped away, embarrassed as she scrambled to her feet. She wiped her mouth as if it deleted the evidence. Johnny panted on his bed.

Reed stood there with a disbelief look on his face. Sue appeared behind him, mildly confused as to why Johnny would have brought Y/N here. But since it was the first time Sue saw her, she took the time to admire how pretty she was.

"Sorry, I didn't realize you had a guest," Reed awkwardly coughed, he wasn't sure where to look after what he saw. "You must be Y/N? I didn't expect to see you since the break up." Johnny stood up and protectively stood in front of her.

"We were just leaving," Johnny said and grabbed her hand.

"I actually wanted to apologize," Reed said, finally looking at him. "It's not my place to tell you what to do and I'm sorry. I'm sorry I tried to make you pick and that I tried to control you."

"Thanks for, um, apologizing" Johnny mumbled. He wasn't sure what to say, but he was glad he finally came around. "I'm going to be part of the team and be with her."

"I understand," Reed nodded.

"How about we all go out to dinner? Get to know Johnny's girlfriend," Sue suggested, cracking the tension.

"That would be great, my treat," Reed said and gave Johnny and Y/N his friendliest smile.

"Sounds great," Y/N said and squeezed Johnny's hand. "This will be good," she whispered. Johnny wasn't too happy about the idea but if she felt like it was a good idea, he'd do it.

All that mattered was that he could be The Human Torch and Johnny.

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SPIDEYTORCH but make it STEDDIE‼️

For my ST x Spider-Man AU ofc <3

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Fantastic 4 x F1: Golden Boy

Rarely do we see the Human Torch so deadly calm and focused...