Call me Lou. Eighteen. Straight girlie (but women are hot too). Enthusiastic academic. Reformed optimist. Hopeful romantic. Enjoying life in the noise and the silence.
Things I like:
Doing art. Lana del ray. Cuddling my cat. Binging shows. Hyperfixating on older men. Sleep token. Ferraris. My bed. Finding new friends and music.
I will write for:
The Boys: Soldier Boy, Butcher and Frenchie ♡
Supernatural: Dean, Sam, and Castiel ☆
Obx: Rafe and John B ♡
Star wars: Poe, Kylo and Anakin ☆
Marvel: honestly ask and you'll probably receive ♡
(I'll update this with any changes, so if it's there assume I'll write it, if it's not, I may write it anyways hehe)
Rules and Guidelines:
Be friendly: we're all on this hellsite together after all. Request anything and if it's a personal boundary I will either adjust the ask accordingly or say otherwise (the bar is pretty high though so dw). And my asks are open even if you just wanna vent, chat or say hi <3!!
the benoit blanc movies show really beautifully how to write a queer character whose story is not centered around their queerness. it's shown that benoit blanc is gay married (to hugh grant!) it's shown that he participates in queer mediums like musical theater and fashion, but none of those things are ever explicitly remarked on. he doesn't have a big coming out scene because he doesn't need one; and the subtle details about him not speaking to his mother, the way he associates a church with homophobia, allows us to draw conclusions about how his family felt about his queerness without making that the sole conflict in his story. the conflict in benoit blanc's story is not that he exists in the world as a gay person, it's that he's always trying to wrangle a bunch of 30 somethings into not confessing to crimes they didn't commit
Genuinely NEVER have i had a period crashout this bad. My whole existence feels wrong, every inconvenience is the end of the world, and if i think about the fact my fictional crushes dont exist a little bit too hard ill probabaly cry.
(In 4 days im gonna be invincible and think im the hottest shit to ever exist)
where johnny storm also has bad days and needs your comfort even when he doesn't know how to ask for it. cue comfort bath time as you wash away his worries and his bloody hair and remind him of all the reasons he's deserving of love especially when he can't find it in him to believe it.
human torch! johnny storm x fem! reader
themes: fluff, minor angst to comfort, mentions of insecurities- not feeling good enough etc. johnny needing a fat hug after a long day of being a superhero, lots of reassurance/ affirmations at bath time, nothing sexual just like cutely intimate.
masterlist. (queued!)
"you should go, i'm uh, i'm not much fun tonight, doll," the voice rumbles, almost with defeat like it's taken him the last of his energy to speak so much that he doesn't even look up from you from his position.
he's still in his fight suit, the white and blue branded onto his skin and you press your lips in a fine line, his gaze lowered into his lap somberly but he'd recognise the sound of your footsteps and heartbeat anywhere. a small groan leaves his lips as he drops his head into his hands, hoping to burden off some of this torturous weight but its only when you've abandoned your spot from the bedroom door and stand between his legs, fingers combing through the tangled and bloody knots of his usual blonde hair does he finally let himself fall.
though he just hates to do it at the cost of you checking in his baggage.
you pull your fingers back, wincing at the stickiness and red liquid still fresh, "you're not hurt are you?" you whisper as his head buries into your stomach.
"not mine," he mumbles, exhaustion and something dangerously close to sadness laced in his usual light-hearted voice, like the weight of tonight has dragged him down a few octaves. you nod, taking that as answer enough and wrap your arms around his neck as you tower over him.
it doesn't come immediately, but when it does it splits open your heart into two; bleeding from the edges of all the chambers you've allocated to loving johnny storm. it's ironic at how the heat, amplified by his heavy emotions tonight, freezes your blood cold at the sound of his soft cries.
its a sniffle, then a choke like he's trying to swallow up the sadness that's consuming him whole and you stroke his hair so tenderly that he breaks down completely. it's messy, heart-wrenching the way he whimpers out "i could've done more," and you don't silence him. you let him get out all the words that are weighing in on his chest/ he needs this guttural relief. and so you just bend your back and twist your form so you're crouched at his level as he reaches for you in a bone-crushing hug, baring all his weight onto you that you almost send the two of you flying back for a second.
his arms are wrapped so tightly around your back, his face pressed into your neck, the tears raw and fresh as they stick to your skin and you hold him for what feels like forever; and you'd do it for however long as he needs. he holds you with such force that he's sure the grip will mould back all the broken pieces and keep him whole again.
"johnny, my beautiful boy," you whisper into his hair, "let's get you cleaned up," your brows lift in reassurance and he just shakes his head, clings to you further.
"i just need a minute more," he chokes and you hum softly, stroking the hairs at the back of his neck and drumming a soft beat on his back; you're trying to match his pulse, regulate his breathing and give him something other than the overwhelming emotions to focus on. and it works you think, his eyes are still tightly shut but his breath becomes softer albeit a little ragged for wear and tear, but comes a lot more frequent enough for you to shed a layer of concern.
he pulls back makes an effort to stand that you match and presses his forehead to yours, swallowing the salt that has made home on his lips from all tears formed- from all the blood he's spilt tonight. "i'll uh, get cleaned up and then i'll take the couch," his voice small and gruff, like he isn't sure what to do with himself after reaching the most vulnerable he's ever felt but he's sure he doesn't want his negative energy to ruin the sacred ambiance of your bedroom; of the love you've built and shared here.
"what?" and the laughter that leaves your lips is not cruel, just a confused breathless slip.
"you've done enough, seriously baby, i can't- i love you so much, i don't want to bring this version of me to bed tonight, i'll take the couch, i uh-" and you press your lips to his, melting into his embrace as he returns the kiss easily. his hands find themselves at home on your waist as your own cups his jaw, directing him into you and it distracts him, puts his mind to ease and rest and when you pull apart you shake your head softly.
"johnny baby," and he murmurs at the sound of it, "we're going to get you cleaned up, and when we're finished if you still want to take the couch then i'm coming with, though i would just prefer if we slept in our bed," and you press your fingers to his lips, silencing him when he tries to argue his way out again.
"baby, i'm not me tonight," he breathes out, "and i don't want to you to see this side of me, i just can't- this johnny isn't deserving of you," and you freeze, silent fury buzzing off of you- not at johnny, but at the world for making him feel so inferior and less than the marvel he is.
"i'm going to stop you there hotstuff," and its all seriousness in the tone you lay on him, "if you want space, i will give you that- but if you're running away from me- from us? johnny storm i think that's ridiculous," you scoff, and he shys away the sound of his full name- he'd much rather prefer you call him hotstuff again, "you're deserving of love johnny- love isn't earned, it's given. you don't need to perform or be a certain way to receive it and johnny storm you are perfect my love- every single version of you and i'm honoured to love you, to share this home with you- and that doesn't stop because of a bad day," you breathe, "i'm here baby, whatevers weighing you down you can put it all on me, i might not be out there on the battlefield but i'm here my love, we're a team and we do this together,"
another cry leaves his lips, quieter than the ones from earlier but the tears still land the same, the rip and roar in his mind still feels the same and he lets himself break in your arms again, and deeper. you soothe him, whisper affirmations and love into his skin and when the cries die down, he lets you lead him to the bathroom.
it's dark and he uses whatever little energy he can muster to light up the room, and you look over in concern. the water runs in the bath and as you work your way around him, he sits slumped on the edge of it.
"johnny baby come on," you whisper and help wrestle him out of his costume- it clings to him in sweat, blood and tears and right now, once it lands at his feet and he stands bare and bruised, it feels like a relief- like the shackles have been freed from his wrists and heart. johnny is no stranger to responsibility but tonight? it caged him as a prisoner and you've slowly given him the key to escape.
"you know, it usually goes a lot different than this," he tries to joke as you press a kiss to his bare chest and then help him get into the warm tub. the water relaxes him instantly, soaking around his muscles, loosening the tension as you start to help him scrub down.
"well usually, you don't smell do bad," you tease and a light laugh, slightly strained escapes from his lungs and dances in the peaceful night air. he murmurs in agreement, taking the washcloth from you and reaching the spots you can't whilst he feels your fingers in his hair.
the rich smell of coconut lingers as you massage it gently into his strands, tugging at the locks that present the most tension, drifting it through your fingers and rinsing clear; satisfied when the dirty brown and faded red shines transparent. from his hair to the back of his nape you begin to slowly massage; lessing the burdens embedded in his skin, the dimples in his back and ridges of his muscular form.
he groans, sighs in relief and delight as you work your way around him. you pause for a moment, getting up to drain the dirty contents of the bath, supply fresh water and clear up the clutter of toiletries blocking the way when he catches your wrist, bringing it the side of his face to where you cup his cheek and he presses a small kiss to your palm.
"join me, please?" he asks, his vulnerability so tender and heartwrenching that you obey, undressing and climbing in. he makes space for you to sit between his legs, your cool back refreshing against his burning chest and you lean into his hold. his arms wrap around your middle as the soapy suds begin to attach themselves to your bare skin.
"i'm not hurting you, am i?" you ask
"no, doll," he drawls into your skin as he plants a soft kiss to the curve of your shoulder.
"no seriously johnny, you'll tell me if its hurting right?"
"of course i will honey, but i think that's your super power huh- you just know when things are wrong," he bites his lip down. its quiet as you sit there in his hold, the soft slushing of water around you as you listen for his hearbeat, it slows lightly an you take it as an inclination that he's tired, exhaustion taking over. you're about to ask if he's ready to call it a night when you feel his soft whisper tickle at your skin, his words a carress to your heart.
"i'm glad you're safe," it comes, and when you turn to face him he decides to elaborate even more quieter, "there was just too much carnage tonight, i couldn't get to people in time and-" he gasps slowly, as if a painful memory shoots to the surface and he winces, "i just felt so useless like what good is my power if i can't use it enough?" and his voice cracks in ways you don't think you can mend.
"baby," you breathe, "you do more good than almost anyone could ever, you make the world a better place, you fight johnny," a dramatic shift in the air, "even when the fights not yours, when it seems youre outmatched and you feel like you've got nothing left to give, but you still do it- it's not about power johnny- it's about heart and yours is special," he soaks up your words like theyre liquified gold, hoping to burn the assurance into his existence, brand them into a memory to remind him of his worth, "you give hope baby, you're smart, you're funny, you have the best of days and the worst and i love you all the more, but you can't win them all."
"but i can try," he stretches out, the strain tugging his voice down.
"you can baby, all you want, but some things are bigger than the both of us and if you give all yourself to it then you won't come out alive- you won't come home and- i can't let you do that."
"i'll always try to make it home to you, doll." he swears and you know its true more than anything, you trust and believe it with all your soul.
"johnny?" you murmur, "you ready for bed, sweetheart?" and he nods, "please," you give him the sign to stay and wait for you as you get out first, wrapping yourself in a towel before holding out his own for him to step into. you dry, change into some of his clothes and let him waddle you to bed, his tall frame wrapped around like yours in a koala like form. he sleeps on your side tonight, the smell of you lulling him to a good night of rest and he must be absolutely shattered because he doesn't hear the knock that lands at your door at some point or the gentle pull of your limbs as you detach yourself from his spooning to respond.
the floor is cool beneath your bare feet as you stretch the door back a few milimetres and the familiar pair of ocean blue eyes you've known and loved meets your gaze.
"hi," sue speaks quietly and you send her a warm smile, "i know it's late, sorry but i just wanted to check in," she bites her lip, "he had a rough night- we all did but, johnny takes things a little differently, i suppose he's used to being the funny, carefree guy that he forgets he's human too," she leans against the doorframe. you open it wider, giving her a full view of her younger brother who sleeps soundly buried and bundled all the sheets of your bed and she smiles.
"he'll be okay," you reassure, "he's human afterall," you tease and she chuckles lightly. johnny storm who thinks he can save the whole world and burn for it without so much of a thought, he's special.
"he has you," she places a hand on your shoulder in comfort before wrapping you in a hug, "thank you," and for the third time this night, a storm sibling has trusted you enough to let their tears free fall in your orbit. you rub her back gently, just as you did for her brother previously before pulling away.
"he mentioned you earlier, i think he thought we were too far deep and he was so scared- he said to make sure that you knew how much he loved you and-" her voice cuts off as the emotion catches up with her, "i'm sorry," she grows quieter, "it's late, i should leave you-"
"sue," your voice lands firm, "thank you for taking care of him out there and bringing him home, it means more than you could ever know," and she melts at the sincerity.
"always," she promises, presses a kiss to your cheek goodnight and heads back in the direction of her room. you linger for a moment, the thought of johnny so alone and scared worrying you and then you don' thave much time to think about it, because he's murming your name softly, reaching out across the sheets to feel for you and you're there in an instant.
"i'm here baby," you press a kiss to his forehead and he buries his head into your chest as you help hold him together. his soft snores fill the air as you lie awake, toying with hair hair as his breaths stick to your skin.
always.
riya saying hi: hellloooooo johnny angst to comfort let me hear you say hell yeah ‼️‼️‼️ finally saw the movie and joseph quinn brought him to life so incredibly well like he's not comedic relief- he's funny but he's smart, he offers to sacrifice himself, he's loyal, he's the fucking world and he deserves to know it !!! this has been queued so idk if anyone will like this as much as ive had fun writing it- let me know what you think! my notifs can get insanely crazy but i do stalk through them and i love hearing you have to say. take care! and see you soon! sending my love! 💘💘💘
Update: after I reblogged this someone messaged me offering me tickets to the sold out Hausu screening with a Q&A and autograph session with the director
We haven't talked about the Thunderbolts making fun of John Walker to its full potential.
John is running on the treadmill at the gym, like he always does.
You can see it on Yelene's face when it comes to her: "John Runner"
Ava hears her.
It sticks.
John hates it.
The next day John is making breakfast for everyone, Ava goes "Thanks, John Cooker"
"Ha ha, so funny, Ghost"
Alexei hears her, he thinks she's hilarious. So later when they are training, Alexei cheers him up, "Looking good, John Fighter!"
John is so done.
He can't believe even Bob is into this. They have corrupted Bobby.
"John Thinker! John Thinker!" Bob yells pointing at him.
All he did was to get lost in his thoughts after their meeting, he was frowing. He can't even have a minute in peace.
The next day no one come up with a name for him. They are just wrapping things up, Bucky just gave them the last details. He's ready for a shower and get in bed, he grabs his things walking off the room.
"John Walker!"
He stops, turns around to Bucky. There's a knowing grin on his face.
Lyra arrives at camp and meets her coworkers at the bonfire... or @campdaylighted part two...
The gravel crunches beneath your feet as you make your way to the bonfire. You figured unpacking could wait. You should probably get to know the people you’d be spending the summer with. If you were lucky, you could meet your roommate, Giada. Maybe even your head counselor, Lottie.
The cabins that created a circle around the bonfire were built with wooden logs. It was the kind of camp you begged your parents to send you to when you were younger, but the answer was always the same. You needed to work through the summer, not go off to waste time. At least now, you could do both. Make money. Free room and board. Out in nature. What more could you want?
With the sun already set, a breeze runs through the air that causes goosebumps to prick at the skin of your arms. You curse yourself for leaving your jacket in the car. It was way too cold for the tank top you had dressed in. As you neared the bonfire, you got an odd feeling in your stomach. It twists and taps against your insides.
It’s your body’s way of telling you something was wrong with the camp. You got strong feelings about places and people; you were humble enough to admit that they weren’t always right (even if they were right a good 95% of the time), but you were long past trying to discount your intuition. You make a note in your head to be careful around the camp. To not get too caught up in the fun to ignore any strange happenings.
Though, you’re sure the anxiety buzzing inside you had something to do with the camp’s history. Tragedy and revenge were woven into the grounds.
There were stories and legends, as there always are at camps like these ones, but a couple of these were known to be true. A man drowned in the lake. There were mysterious circumstances around his death. Rumours and little sparks of hearsay that someone who worked for the camp had drowned the man. You didn't know if that part was true, but something about the ways the trees ruffled in the wind told you it might be. At any rate, you tried not to think about it too much, because it made you feel a bit faint.
And then there were the supernatural beings that lurked in the woods that were a recurring tale to scare the campers. That was all it was… surely. You weren’t scared of them. You're open to the paranormal, but not a stark believer. You sure as hell weren’t going to be the one to say their name, or even think about it, though. Some things are better off not being risked.
Finally, there was the controversy at the camp. The no-eyed slasher. The man who had massacred the whole camp years ago.
That one freaked you out the most.
There was certainly much death and destruction in these grounds. You can feel it. The sorrow and despair of all the souls who hadn’t been put to rest. You shiver again, but not because of the wind this time.
Hopefully you can distract yourself with the the warmth of the bonfire and some conversation.
You’re shocked to find the campfire well-populated. It seems you were nearly the last one to arrive. You try not to seem awkward as everyone turns around to stare at you.
“Hey,” you greet. “I’m Lyra. Go team coyotes?”
“Hell, yeah!” A girl from the back partially shouts. She comes from back behind the fire to meet you, gesturing vaguely to some totally not suspicious unlabelled bottles. “Settle in. I’m Lottie. Glad you made it. Drive in alright?"
You smile brightly and nod. “We’re the arts leaders then on the coyotes, I think. The drive was good. Not much traffic around this time."
“You know it.” She turns, popping off the cap of one of the bottles that had been laying plainly on the grass. “Director told me you do a lot of painting.”
“I do, yeah. ‘Specially nature.” You join her, grabbing a bottle. You take a sip. Your throat burns. “Strong,” you rasp.
“Yeah.” Lottie hums. “Someone made moonshine, though I’m not sure where he got off to…”
You turn around once again and notice that all the counsellors had their eyes trained on you, trying to figure out the new person in the group. You shift on your feet, trying to make sense of how many people you could see. It was hard with only the low light of the fire, but there had to be close to 30 of you. This was a big camp, bigger than you had originally anticipated.
“Well,” someone claps from behind you. You jump and spin around to meet a tall guy. The light from the fire danced over his face to reveal some freckles and green eyes. “How about an icebreaker now that everyone’s here.”
A chorus of groans erupts from behind you.
“Fine. Just thought it might be nice to get to know everyone’s names,” he grumbles.
“No, Dean’s right,” Lottie says. “It’s tradition. Come on, guys.”
The counsellors begrudgingly shuffle around the fire in a big circle. The man beside you, who you now knew as Dean, starts:
“Alright we’ll do name, team, assignment, and fun fact. How about that?”
There’s a few unsure nods from the crowd. From the back, someone hollers. You’re assuming probably another one of the head counsellors.
“Don’t be so enthusiastic.” Dean rolls his eyes. “Right. I’m Dean. Head of team wolves! I’m on forest. And…” He pauses. “I really like classic rock. Zepelin rules!”
He looks at you expectantly.
You clear your throat. “Hi, I’m Lyra. Team coyotes. Arts assignment. I like to write poetry, sometimes.”
You look at the next person eagerly, not being able to wait to get the attention off of you.
The girl your eyes land on looks pale. Her eyes widen, but she takes a breath. “Savanna. Team wolves, shoreside leader. Um, I work at a movie theatre.” She glances back at you with apprehension. You debate asking if she’s alright, it might be a stupid question, though, she's obviously not. You decide you probably should, but by the time you go to open your mouth, someone else is already speaking.
“I’m Giada.” Your ears perk up. That was your roommate. You could just about make out her curly hair in the dark. “Team grizzly bears. Shoreside assignment. I like art,” she says simply. She shrugs.
Alright, you think. She likes art. It shouldn’t be too hard to find something to talk about.
“Suri,” another voice begins. “Team wolves. Lake leader. I looooove 60s music.”
The ball is really rolling for the introductions now. People excited to get their turn over with. You try to make notes about everyone, but you have a hard time keeping up. The low light impedes your ability to match faces to the names, but you try your hardest to store away their fun facts.
“Daisy. Team bobcats. I’m on forest. I really like fashion. I’ve even designed a few dresses myself,” she adds, a hint of pride lacing her words.
“Livie. Team grizzly bears. I’m on kitchens. I guess my fun fact is that I’ve recently started hunting. Dad taught me.”
“V. Just V. Team coyotes. I’m also on kitchens. I play guitar.”
“Maria. Team bobcats. I’m on indoor and outdoor recreations. Fun fact: I used to camp here when I was a kid!”
The next girl sighs. “I’m Jasmine. Team coyotes. I’m a lake leader. And my fun fact is that I don’t want to be here.”
“Wow, tell us how you really feel,” Dean mutters under his breath from beside you.
The next guy grins. Even with the sun set, his white teeth are blinding against the light of the bonfire. “I’m Jacob. Team bobcats. I’m on indoor and outdoor recreations. I’ve never lost a game of capture the flag.” He beams.
“Good for you, man,” the next counsellor says. “I’m Clark. Head counsellor for bobcats. Shoreside leader. Fun fact… this is my third summer working here.”
“I’m Rochelle,” the girl beside Clark begins. “Team grizzly bears. Indoor and outdoor recreations. And I throw, like, the best parties in Chicago. You guys should totally come if you’re ever in the city.”
“I’m Danielle, but some people call me Elle! Team bobcats. I’m a nurse’s aide. I looove the movie Hairspray! I cannot stop singing the songs.” She giggles. “Sorry if you ever hear me.”
“Kassie. Team wolves! I’m on lake. I love hiking. Part of why I applied.”
“I’m Mikey. Team grizzly bears. I’m an arts leader. Hmmm, I climb trees a lot.”
“I’m Emeline! Team coyotes. Forest leader. And I’m here working with my totally cool best friend for the summer.” She leans into Mikey, who lets out a short laugh.
“Jason,” the next man says. “Head counsellor for team grizzly bears. Lake leader. I’m really into weightlifting.”
“I’m Adelaide,” the next counsellor starts. “I’m team coyotes! I’m a shoreside leader. And, shoot, I can’t just pick one fun fact. I like baking, singing, and gardening."
“I’m Jen! Team bobcats, nurse’s aid. I love nature!”
“Margaret. Team wolves. I’m on kitchens. I’m from LA, did a bit of modelling while I was there.” She smiles.
“I’m Millie!” The next counsellor says cheerfully. “Team bobcats. I’m an arts leader! I really, really like to read!”
“I’m Mikayla. I’m team grizzly bears on indoor and outdoor recreations. And fun fact…” She hums. “I can fix up nearly any car problems. Daughter of a mechanic.”
“Mel. Team wolves. I’m a forest leader. I believe in ghosts.”
The next girl looks at Mel a bit strangely, almost as if trying to tell if she was joking. After an awkward pause, she begins to speak:
“I’m Dolly! Go team wolves! I’m a nurse’s aid. I do gymnastics and cheer!”
“Zara. Coyotes. Kitchens. I hate kids.”
Dolly laughs. “She’s grumpy.”
Finally, the circle is nearly back at Dean, just rounding to Lottie. “I’m Lottie. Head for team coyotes. Arts leader. I like to sketch.”
“Awesome!” Dean looks around the circle, you hear him counting under his breath. He frowns. “We’re missing one.”
“I think Luke wandered out to the lake,” Lottie offers.
“Well, we have to meet him, too!” Adelaide pipes up, sweetness dripping from her voice.
“Or maybe we should leave people alone who obviously want to be,” Zara bites.
“I don’t know,” you say softly. “It’s late, and I just get a bad energy about this place.”
“I know exactly what you mean!” Mel exclaims. “We shouldn’t leave him out there.”
You look out towards where you thought the lake was. You shiver again.
“I can take a group down there.” Jason shrugs. “Bring him back.”
“I’ll come too,” Dean says decisively.
“I’m in.” You nod.
“Why not?” Giada chimes in.
“I’ll go,” Maria adds.
“Count me in,” Mel says.
“I’ll-”
Dolly is interrupted by a scream coming from the direction of the lake. It was stark, piercing against the otherwise quiet and rather peaceful nature of the night. Panic rises within you, your eyes move frantically around the circle. The other counsellors looked about as shocked as you were.
“Shit,” Dean mutters. “Come on, let’s go. He probably just saw a deer or something, but we should check anyway. A nurse's aid should join us if one hasn't already."
You move along with the group who said they’d go check it out, with a few more people who hadn’t spoken joining in to find the source of the scream. You hear a voice from behind you.
“Come on, please.” You recognize it as Dolly’s. “Please come check it out with me! I’m scared.”
You glance back to catch her talking to Zara. You wonder if they’ll join you in finding Luke.
