SUMMARY ঔঌ Johnny joins you in your apartment believing you wish to know about his recent photoshoot covers but you had other plans.
AUTHORS N. ঔঌ inspired by Superman 2025. Lois interviews Clark. Yes. I was excited. Forgive any mistake. Enjoy!!
Are cookies supposed to look like this? Slightly darker than golden. Twice the size of your palm? No. Your head shakes. Obviously not. You knew better. Cookies are only golden. Their size is big enough to fit in your palm.
What you have now will do. After all, tonight is your only opportunity. You’re not even sure what might happen. Scaring your subject is one of your habits anyway. A simple question is enough to tick them off. It infuriates you.
How could you not get upset? No one wants to tell the truth unless you reveal intel they wish to keep to themselves. That is what makes great Journalism. Yet accessing proof to strengthen your claim is always the most challenging part.
You casually dragged your heels from the kitchen to the living room, carrying the plate of freshly baked cookies (You instantly regret baking) to a short coffee table.
Beside you lay your red couch, and across from it a sofa. Same fabric–thankfully, you spent no money to purchase the set. Your aunt was generous enough to give them to you during her move-out.
Across from you was your balcony, a wide enough view of New York City, especially with the Fantastic Four building far ahead. This might be the best room you have ever claimed.
“I’m not late, am I?”
You jolt at the sudden voice, dropping the plate without shattering it before raising your head. Johnny Storm, who would have thought? His flammable body vanishes before stepping into your apartment from your balcony.
He appeared wearing a plain black shirt, sleeves gripping his biceps (Same for his collar), and high waist pants that had support from his belt.
Lost by words, your mind drifts. How rude. Could he not have used the front door? He can’t walk into any apartment or house like it’s his home.
“You know I have a front door. My balcony isn’t for entering.” Johnny's attention veers to your family photos, eyeing them as if he stepped into a museum and reached a hand to touch your belongings.
“What did you want to happen? Me show up to your door with pretty ladies and reporters on my back?’ His brow lifts, shooting a careless expression in your direction.
In return, your eyes rolled. He’s right. How clueless could you be? Hello? Johnny Storm is Human Torch. Part of the Fantastic Four! No human can fly onto your balcony unless he is a member of the Fantastic Four.
Plus, this interview is set to be private. No one knows of this except you, Johnny, and–
“So Ben tells me you wish to interview me about my recent photoshoots.” He slides over behind your sofa, resting his arms on the cushions.
“I’m surprised you agree to this. Doesn’t Reed speak for the team?” You spun to the shelf behind you, grabbing a recorder. “For the team,” He said solemnly.
“I only agree with this because Ben had me curious about what convinced him this interview was worth a try, and so far, I’m not impressed.”
“Why is that?”
“If I were a journalist like you, my apartment would be much more fancy with cameras prepared to record from each angle and probably wear a tight work uniform-not saying your pajamas are the worst outfit for this– but a professional setup.”
“Remind you my interviews aren't for tv, it's for me to write,” Your brows furrowed, yanking your shirt for Johnny to view clearly.
“And don’t discriminate against my Wallace and Gromit shirt.” Johnny’s grin look drops, eyeing your shirt were pain in his eyes. “No one watches that anymore.” He mouths.
“Shall we start, Human Torch, or do you prefer me to call you Johnny?” You plant yourself on the couch, legs criss-crossed, with the recorder tossed onto the coffee table.
“Johnny. Oh, you made cookies?” He climbed onto the sofa, snatching one of your cookies. “Hopefully it's good.” Your index hovers over the start button. “Ready?”
Johnny nods. Tape begins.
“Johnny Storm, the Human Torch of the Fantastic Four.” You start. “That’s me!”
“Let’s begin with some warm-up questions to loosen you up.” You lean forward, crasping your palms with a prepared attitude. “Hit me.” He sits up, swallowing the same cookie.
“Are you single?” Out of all the questions, that's what you came up with. “Very. Interested?” A smile separates his lips.
“Funny. Have any plans this weekend?” Johnny reaches for another cookie. Were your baking skills not as bad as you thought? “I don’t plan, I just do. Unless I have a scheduled appointment with Reed, which I don’t–”
“Good. Last question. How’s the cookie?” Your teeth grits. You were well aware he probably fancied your cookie yet a knot in your throat had you feeling otherwise.
“I mean, the texture is crunchy and good. It tastes like any other cookie.” An air of joy fills your lungs. “But it's overbaked by a slight I’m afraid. So not the best cookie I’ve had.”
The tape paused. “You did not need to say more than it tastes like any other cookie.”
“You asked the question.” He says while mid-chewing. You shot a glare. Is this what you will have to deal with for the night? Should’ve expected the unexpected.
Tape begins. “Tell me, how many months has it been since Galactus?” You start again. “Two months.”
“And about the Silver Surfer that arrived on Earth before Galactus had, do you believe we might see her again?” Your head tilts, clenching your jaw from furthering your question. “Silver Surfer?”
“Yes. During the months you and your team were up in space, the public gave her a name. Silver Surfer. She was the talk for months till your team arrived.” You explained.
Johnny's face then tightens. “Her name is Shalla-Bal–”
“Shalla-Bal?”
“Yes. Without her help, my sister’s son would’ve been gone, and maybe our planet would be, too.” Your lips pursed to his words.
Without her help? Yes, this Silver Surfer had helped push Galactus into their portal. That doesn’t support how he feels about her.
“Yes, she did, but if Silver Surfer is to show up again, she isn’t to be trusted. Who knows what her intentions might be?”
Johnny posture straightened, palms intertwined and shooting you a look that was the same as yours earlier.
“She will come in peace and with no intentions of destroying our planet. Not after what she did,” he declares.
“But you don’t know for sure. How can you be? She heralded Galactus. She chose our planet to be devoured by that guy. Did you forget?”
“Of course not! I know what she did and why! You don’t know her like I do. Despite the wrong she did, she chose to save our planet!”
Johnny then reached for your recording, attempting to pause the record, his frustration blinded him from spotting the obvious button. “Stop. I got it!” Your palm steals the recorder.
Tape paused.
“What is this? I thought you wanted to interview me about my Photoshoots?!”
You stood near the steps of your friend’s church. Rachel Rozman. You did not really know her, though. Just met her while passing constantly on the same streets, and she happened to invite you to a church she attends.
You both had a few coffees and chatted after meetings about your days and what’s been happening lately, which was Galactus. It was all on people’s minds at the time, anyway.
With the Fantastic Four claiming their victory, everyone was curious about Galactus' existence and the Silver Surfers, including her role with him. There were so many questions that the four refused to acknowledge. All the citizens knew was what Galactus wanted—Susan’s son.
You rubbed your muffin hands together, building as much warmth as possible against New York's wintry weather. And without a need to change your view of direction, your head sways on its own.
Just to lay your eyes on a figure afar. Its dark silhouette carelessly strolled towards you, its body twice the size of a regular person. ‘Is that who I think it is?’ You thought.
“Ben?” You blurt out in shock once he appears in the light above you.
“Oh, yeah, that’s me. I came for uh Rachel. She here?” He removes his hat so you may see his face under all the darkness, but then places it back on. “You know Rachel? Are you guys like a thing or—”
“Thing? Is that a joke? Are you trying—“
“NO! No, I forgot about your heroic name. I only said that because you know people these days don’t like hearing the term dati—“ Ben cuts you off from blabbing any further.
“Just messing with you. Don’t worry, I knew what you meant.” A small chuckle escapes him under the dark shadow. And with a smile growing across your face, you sensed him doing the same, as if you could see.
“Oh well, were you going to join me and Rachel tonight? She’s taking me to one of her meetings. People are still suffering from what happened over the last few months. You know?”
Your voice speaks in a sorrowful tone. You felt bad. Despite victory, who wishes to think of the past? Ben lets out a heavy sigh.
“That’s why we have people like Rachel. I saw her help others. She’s good at her job,” Oh?
“Anyways, I thought I would drop by to say hello, but she seems busy and I can’t stay long. Have a great night!” Ben then farewells, turning his back on you.
You stop him. “Ben! Wait! I‘m not close to Rachel– just a meeting buddy, but I know she’s free during the afternoon.”
Ben then faces you. “What are you saying?”
“ I’m encouraging you to follow what your heart desires. (saying this, and you haven’t even dated a guy since High School) “What’s the favor?” asked Ben.
You initially had no intentions; you only thought of encouraging him. You weren't sure if he knew that under the shade or if he wanted to do something in return, and only figured that this was to say it, so you had no choice.
Is that normal? Anyways, you couldn’t think of one. Why are you thinking of one? All you have to do is say “No favors.”
Yet because of your journalist side. It took over. “An Interview with Human Torch about his recent Photoshoots?” You say at random.
“His Calvin Klein Photos?” Oh. “yes.”
“Hm. His Calvin Klein?” He repeats. “Yes.”
Johnny reaches for your recorder, but you were quick enough to grasp it before him. Your palms pressed against your chest as he forced off the sofa to surface his anger. “Are you a criminal?! What do you want?! My Calvin Klein underwear?”
“No?! Gross. This is only an Interview! That's all I want!” A look of disgust washes over you. “Not your smelly underwear.”
Johnny's brows narrowed lower, offended by your words. “Gross? Smelly? Then what?” His voice rises.
You took a moment to collect yourself. Then, you changed your position on the coach to feel more relaxed. “Will you please sit first and let me explain?”
Your eyes signaled to your sofa. He followed your direction. Took his moment. Then sat. Johnny’s fiery manner remained, his lips rubbed, and his fist formed to constrain himself. He had every right to be upset.
“During the last two months, have you ever taken a second and looked around New York? Embrace the environment we have now?” Tape begins. “Why are you interviewing me again. I thought you were explaining.”
“I’m trying to explain. Answer the question, Johnny.” He hesitates, then shrugs.
“You’re the protectors of this earth, and you don’t know. For the past two months, since Galactus, people of New York have stopped before crossing a sidewalk, before stepping into a store or apartment building to look up at the sky. Do you know why?”
“No, why?” he says with an attitude.
“because they still wonder to this day who the visitors on earth were. Will they ever come back? And will the Fantastic Four be prepared this time? Some still leave in fear and attend church, hoping for God to give answers.”
“I would’ve known of this—“
“Well, you didn’t because of your advertisements. Everywhere you walk, you see Johnny Storm’s underwear being yanked by a dog for no reason and repeated reminders for who the Fantastic Four is and why they are so Fantastic!” You use your free hand to grab a cookie.
“This is a major issue, though. It will be all over the news, we—” you interrupted him.
“Well, it’s not. No one will care to listen. All everyone wants to know is what is hidden underneath your pants.”
A dull look rains over Johnny. He was at a loss for words. He felt that you were calling him out. And you were. You had had enough of his blindness and of these people suffering in silence.
Someone had to speak up. His head hung over his shoulder, intensely rubbing his nape out of annoyance. “Why me? Why interview me?”
“You’re the only one who can give me a full answer.” You check your recorder. Tape ongoing. You place it back on the table. “Why not Reed?”
“I don’t care for thesis and equations.”
“Ben?”
“Hm. You know how a deal works Johnny.”
“Yeah. whatever. Susan?”
“Half answer. You’re the only one who knows Silver Surfer.”
Johnny then got out of his seat, hating every second he spent on it, and again swung his attention to your photographs. He completely shut himself off from you.
To turn the tape off would be risky. Every word matters. Even if it was a single word, it’s an expression. You did not want to push his buttons any further, so you were silent. Yet having patience isn’t one of your strongest suits.
With cookies wiped from your plate, you took this opportunity to wash the dish along with the others you had left this morning.
Yes, it's a bad habit, but how could you not blame yourself? Forcing yourself to be awake at midnight to keep up with one of your favorite shows is diabolical.
You place the final plate on your dishrack, turn the faucet, then wipe your palms dry. Still silent. Not a single word for five minutes. By now, you suspect him to be gone from your apartment.
Oh well, you gain enough to write, just not enough to be approved for publication. You still had questions–more efficient ones to sum up the discussion.
You spun where your living room lay, only to find Johnny reaching the end of your shelf near a doorway leading to your kitchen. Strange.
“Do you have any more questions for me?” asked Johnny, his back facing you and a finger caressing a photo. “Yes, a few. Is that a problem?” You watch him closely.
You find yourself reclaiming your spot, and Johnny follows your lead, but instead of sitting across from you, he sits very close, with an inch or two of gap between you.
Was he willing to be open-minded? Was he willing to get this interview over with? He says in such a subdued tone, like a whisper echoing in your ear, “No problem. Hit me.”
“Really?” An excitement rushes over you. “If you’re going to make me repeat myself. I’m leaving.” You slide the recorder across the table before continuing. “What is your relationship with the Silver Surfer?”
“That’s your question?” He judges. “It’s important. Answer please.”
“There’s no relationship, I believe. I happen to know how she felt at the time and hoped that she would turn against Galactus.” His arm rests on the cushion. “Earlier, it seemed like you both did.”
“Well, we didn’t. Next question.”
“If Galactus finds our planet again. Will the Fantastic Four be prepared for what may happen?” You nibbed on your bottom lip out of uncertainty. His blue eyes teared away from yours for a second. “You can ask Reed.”
“Why? Do you not have an answer?” You swallowed. “This question isn’t for me.” Johnny said, annoyance coating his voice.
That's when he again stormed off your couch just like before. This time, you could not tolerate his attitude. Nor did Johnny have a chance to shut down again. “What? What is it?”
“Could you not have come up with a better answer than 'Ask Reed' because you’re making whoever may read this have more fear than they already do. Not even a shimmer of hope in that answer.”
You both stood behind the couch. Johnny was facing you with a burning expression that matched yours. “So you want me to lie?” He snapped, closing the distance and hovering over.
Baffled by his sudden manner, you step back. Yet your guard remained up. “That’s not what I am saying. Are you delusional?”
“Am I delusional? If you want answers, speak to Reed. As a matter of fact, go to Ben. I bet his answers are far better than mine.” He marches forward, forcing you to stumble further back and lose your balance.
Your arm reaches for him, capturing only his sleeves, which had Johnny tag along. His arm grips your waist while the other holds the corner of your couch.
Your head throws back, leaving a slight throb of pain on your nape. It happened so fast, you instantly forgot how you got to this point.
‘Why am I staring up at the ceiling?’ Your head lifts, resting your gaze on Johnny with terror in his blue eyes. Face tightened with regret.
Right- you both were in a heated disagreement, which resulted in you falling–it seemed like Johnny thinks this was all his fault.
You held him tight by his sleeves. Your waist in his firm grip. “You okay?” He whispers gently as you stand on your own two feet. “I think so.” Johnny’s palm slides off from behind, freeing you from being imprisoned. You remained still, regaining your calmness without speaking another word.
Summary: In which Johnny Storm ensures that his love is loud enough for you to hear. He makes sure that it's you above anything else. He makes sure to never hide his love for you. He does things that makes your heart flutter, making him 100x more attractive.
Warning/tags: fluff! Fluff! Johnny storm is a lovesick fool for you!
PRE- RELATIONSHIP, JOHNNY OPENLY SHOWS YOU OFF
Your relationship with johnny was built from scratch, a life long foundation was built with trust and that's something no one can break. You started as friends in college, he was outgoing, while you were reserved and somehow you two became friends. Maybe because you weren't always trying to change yourself just to impress him, you don't even know him, and he likes that. He likes that you're friends with him because you know johnny storm, the real him, and not just the persona.
You graduated top of your class, summa cum laude, top 1 of the batch. And when you finished delivering your speech, johnny storm clapped the loudest, he cheered the loudest, he didn't care if anyone looked at him weirdly, he didn't care if he's being too loud, he just wants you to receive the message that he's beyond proud of you.
"Excuse me! Excuse me, coming through-" Johnny said, frantic, in a rush. When you went down from the stage, he meets you half way, panting because he squeezed himself in a crowd of his fellow graduates. He stops infront of you, smiling wide like he's happy to see you, he is.
You didn't even got anytime to talk, he lifts you from the ground and spins you around. "I'm so damn proud of you!" He said, excitedly, like he's the happiest man in the world, because he is.
"I'm proud of us, Johnny... " You said, smiling when he finally puts you down. He didn't reply instantly, instead, he hugged you tight. His arms wrapped around your waist, secured and warm. Somehow, he looked at you with sparkling eyes, a smile that never fades, a smile that is anchored on warmth and admiration, peace and chaos all in one, because that's johnny storm.
"My girl is the smartest in the room, so damn proud of you!" He yells, showing you off to your fellow graduates, his hand in your waist, pulling you towards him while he brags, while he shows you off like you're a trophy. He got an academic recognition too, but he didn't show it off like he did with you.
"Your girl?" You asked, flustered and shy.
"Huh? Oh-" He said under his breathe, your question taking him off guard. He was too caught up in the moment to show you off that he accidentally called you as his girl, a secret that he's been keeping. Not because he doesn't think you're the right one to be his girl, but because he's scared to risk everything, especially your bond. "Uh... You know, you're a girl and... Uh, and, oh fuck, god help me-" He trips over his words, scratching the back of his neck, his face flushed and red.
You teased, nudging his shoulder. You're the only girl that can ever make him trip over his words and catch him losing his cool, because you're the only girl he likes. "Your girl, huh? You tell that to anyone on a daily basis?"
"Uh... Wait, i can explain." He paused. "I only tell it to sue... And maybe to everyone right now. But if you don't feel-" You took off your graduation cap, along with his and dropped it to the ground. You stopped him from talking with a kiss, a soft kiss. He was shocked, flustered and shy but immediately catching his confidence back when he kissed you back with the same intensity.
"I like you... So damn much." He confessed.
"I can tell, storm." you chuckled and this time it's him who initiated the kiss, lifting you up slightly while his lips caught yours. It was soft, delicate, and somehow your fellow students cheered because the two of you forgot you have a whole audience, students who knew that it's the two of you.
WITH FANTASTIC FOUR, THERE'S ALWAYS A CROWD.
when he got his powers, it was another learning ground for the two of you. He learned his powers while you helped him from getting too overwhelmed when he finds a new responsibility and that is to use his powers for the greater good. The fantastic four was formed, and it's chaos, there's always a crowd waiting for them anywhere they go.
But johnny? He makes sure no one gets to touch you. He knows how you're not a fan of big crowds, and he always apologizes when you're dragged to huge crowds with lots of flashing lights. Johnny storm didn't let anyone touch you in a crowded room while you and the fantastic four try to squeeze yourselves away from the crowd.
Johnny uses his arms, using it as a shield so you wouldn't stumble around because of people trying to get forget the idea of personal space. He keeps you close to him, his arms around you while he uses every bit of his strength to keep you from being suffocated in a crowd.
"Coming through! Please, don't push! Excuse me, please, excuse me! We're trying to come through, people. Please, push me all you want but not my girl! Back off, " His voice got loud, stern, trying to control the crowd while still trying to be respectful.
He doesn't care if his arm started to ache from too much force, but he still uses them to try and resist the force of the crowd that is pushing just to get pictures, interviews or even autographs.
"Excuse me, don't push, please. I'm with my girl right now so i would highly appreciate it if you guys stop pushing." He says, successfully getting you in the car. The moment the car door closed behind him, he immediately checks up on you, his eyes scanning your body for possible scratches or bruises from the crowd.
"Honey, I'm okay, a bit overwhelmed but I'm perfectly fine." You assure him. But johnny? He worries too much. He kept checking your body, your bare arms for any scratches and when he didn't see any, his palm cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin while he leans forward to you.
"Just... Don't want you to get hurt because of me. Be honest, are you hurt?" He asked, soft and gentle. His eyes filled with worry.
"Johnny, you took all the hit for me. You were the one who got dragged in the crowd with people pushing. You used your body to shield me from any possible threat. I should be asking you if you're okay. Are you hurt?" You asked, worried now too.
He chuckled, kissing the back of your hand and after that his thumb kept caressing the back of your hand. "I'm okay, I'm johnny storm and no one can ever hurt me. The only way to hurt me is if you're hurt, but as long as I'm standing, no one gets to you."
He lied, his arms are aching. But seeing you safe in his arms, safe because of him, that's all that matters for him. That's johnny storm, if he cares about you, you're a winner because if he cares, he cares too much.
MORNINGS WITH JOHNNY
The sunlight spills through the window, hitting your bed. You stood up, barefoot and just in his shirt, you walked towards the bathroom and leaned against the door frame. You watched johnny from the big mirror.
He's shirtless, hair wet, a towel wrapped low on his hips, face covered with shaving cream. You stared at him, admiring how he's humming a song while trying to focus on shaving his face with precision.
He finally noticed you, his face immediately lights up with your presence, "you're staring. Good morning, honey." You immediately walked towards him, arms wrapped around his waist while you peek at his side, looking at him from the mirror.
"You're cute when you're trying to concentrate." You replied, head buried against his back for a moment, pressing a small kiss there that made johnny chuckle. You stood infront onlf the bathroom sink next to him. "Also, i want to make sure you don't cut yourself. You're too pretty to cut yourself with a blade."
Johnny snorts, slightly putting the razor down. He looked at you, lower part of his face still half covered with shaving cream. "Honey, first of all, you're prettier. Second of all, you say that as if i don't cut myself during battles."
"A razor blade and a battle scar are two different things, hon." You said, fingers going in the edge of his ear just to wipe of some shaving cream.
He laughed, "wanna help?" He said, trying to give you the razor.
"You trust me with a razor that is ridiculously close to your throat?" You joked, he chuckled under his breathe while he rinsed the razor.
"I trust you with my whole life, honey. And i trust you with my face." He said, grinning at you while he still has an awful amount of shaving cream on his face. "Besides, you love my face so damn much that i doubt you'd cut me on purpose." He adds, teasing you. He leaned closer, trying to kiss you but you blocked his fave with your hands while laughtet erupts in the room.
"Johnny! No! You have shaving cream-" But that doesn't stop him, he still kisses your cheek, spreading shaving cream all over you two. He laughed, ridiculously loud while you looked at yourself infront of the mirror.
"I'm sorry, come here I'll wipe it off, honey. You look cute though, like a cupcake-" You glared at him playfully.
"Okay, I'm sorry, just one more-" He stole another kiss before wiping off the shaving cream in your face.
"Hate you-"
"You love me, gorgeous."
"You're lucky i do."
While laughing, you took the razor when he offered it clean. He lowered himself, looking straight at you, trying not to smile so you can shave his face better. He stood still while his knees are bent, there's a hint of softness in his eyes, like he's happy that he gets to live this life with you, the same stare he gives you everyday.
You slowly shaved his fave, trying not to make a mistake. And when you're done, he rinsed his face right after. You run your fingers along his jaw, "smooth-"
He held your wrist, his arm in your waist when he pulled you closer. He trapped you against the counter, smirking at you while he tucks your messy hair in the back of your ear. "Is it really smooth, honey? Might need to do a standard procedure just to check, a kiss test maybe?"
You hummed, pretending to think. " Might need to do multiple rounds of checking-" He didn't give you anytime to talk further, he chuckles when he carried you bridal style back to the bedroom. He layed you down softly in the bed, trapping you in his arms.
"We'll be late, hon-" You laughed when he started kissing your face, from your cheeks, jaw, the corner of your eyes, your eyes, your forehead, your nose and even your lips. He started attacking you with kisses, giggles from you and him filled the room.
"Don't care if we'll be late, just need kiss yah!" And with that, he finally lowered himself, capturing your lips against his, kissing you passionately while giggling in between kisses. Just a soft morning, not caring if you two will be late, just him on top of you trying to shower you with kisses while the sunlight hits both of your figures.
"Just trying to reward my girl for doing such a good job of helping me shave-" He kissed you again.
After a round of kisses and giggles, you got ready right after. You sat on the couch with johnny, a small bowl of tangerines in your lap while your fingers do wonders in peeling each one clean and precise.
The citrus scent from the tangerines filled the room, Johnny's eyes met yours, his eyes screamed confusion and that he's amazed. "How do you to that so fast, you've mastered the art of peeling tangerines-" His voice low, excited and a bit awed.
You smiled, "practice." You've peeled tangerines for johnny since you two were in college. The first time you did was because johnny made a huge mess, like he's gone to war because of a tangerine. You held out a freshly peeled tangerine piece for him.
He took the tangerine from your hand, grinning like a kid. But that grin vanished from his face when tangerine juice got in your face when you tried to peel another one. " Woah, wait-" He panicks. He dropped the tangerine immediately, one hand cupping your cheek while his thumb brushes under your eye to wipe the tangerine juice.
"Did it get in your eye? Are you okay? Honey-" He panicked but you simply laughed. You lightly slapped his shoulder, trying to calm him down.
"I'm fine, drama king." Your voice sounding fine wipes some of his worries. Not all, johnny just worries too much. His hand still on your cheek, his touch soft and warm that made your chest feel like it's aching in a good way. "You're always peeling tangerines for me," Johnny said, voice soft and almost quiet, like he realized something, like something clicked for him.
"Yeah, i do," You replied, humming right after while working on oeeling another one. "You love tangerines but you hate peeling them because it always ends up messy. And plus," You paused, glancing at him with softer eyes. "You peel my shrimp for me."
"Yeah, because you love 'em but it's always a battlefield when you peel them. And i don't want you to have a hard time when all you wanna do is eat shrimps." Johnny's brows furrowed slightly, his voice low yet gentle.
"And you don't even like shrimps, but you still peel them for me. That's why i peel tangerines for you, sounds fair, honey."
He stared at you, eyes glassy with his heart thumping. Johnny's eyes did the talking for him, somehow he didn't know what to say but his eyes did. He wanted to show you more than to say it to you, so he pressed a kiss to your temple. "You're gonna kill me one day, honey... " He murmured against your hair while he held you. "Gonna marry you someday." It rolls off his lips easy, like it's a vow.
You rolled your eyes, holding out another perfect segment for him. “Eat, Storm.”
HOW HE TALKS ABOUT YOU
They saved the city again. He got asked about you during an interview, if you two are still together. Johnny talks about you, shows you off, and proudly tells the whole world how much you meant to him.
He stomped on his playboy image back then, no amount of reputation can ever replace you. He loves you and the world know just by listening to him talk about you.
"We're still together, stronger than ever. She's special, she's my girl and I'm planning to keep it that way. Where do i even start? I'm the one always in flames, in fire, but she's the one who lights up my life, she gives me so much warmth, so much love. I've been in burning and crumbling buildings, I've saved multiple people already, but nothing compares to hearing her laugh at my dumb jokes even if it's not funny. She gives me life." He proudly said, the people around them in awe of how johnny talks about you.
"That's why i do what i do, because i want to live in this world with her. Build our life right now together and a future too."
"Sounds serious, we can practically hear wedding bells." The reporter said, it made johnny smile hard.
"If there's another word for serious, that's what I'll use. We're in this together until the end. I won't let her go, so if anyone wants her, sorry, she's mine. She takes care of me, peels my tangerines because she knows i make a mess with it. She makes sure i eat proper meals rather than just cereals. She listens, she doesn't make me feel like I'm another person, she loved me back in college as me and not for my reputation. I feel like I'm me with her. What's not to love about her, she's also super smart! She's a lawyer, way cooler than me! "
"Does she know you're head over heels for her?" The reporter asked, invested on your relationship with johnny.
"I do make sure she does. But i still say and show it to her everyday!" He proudly said. While you watch on your phone because the interview is being broadcasted live, your heart flutters when johnny is really open to admitting his love for you. He doesn't hide it because he knows that what you two have isn't worth hiding.
"YOU FIRST, YOU LAST"
The elevator rings, you automatically stepped aside, waiting for johnny to enter first. But he didn't move, instead he motions for you to get in first. "You first, honey."
"Johnny, it's fine, you can go firs-" He cuts you off immediately.
"Nope, my mom and sue taught me that's its always ladies first. I'm a gentleman, honey." He grins, his hand blocking the sensor.
"It's just an elevator-"
"Then we'd be here all day, because honey i can wait here all day. You're going in before me. " He said, like a challenge he's willing to conquer, he didn't budge. You sighed, hiding a smile but johnny caught it immediately. You stepped inside and his face screams satisfaction.
"Happy?" He nodded.
"Very," He paused while pressing the button for your floor. "It's principles, honey. You first in elevators, you first though doors, everywhere, except one time." He says, you didn't question the last part anymore.
"That's ridiculous but I'll keep that in mind." You laughed.
His arm rests on your waist, softly tapping his feet on the floor. "Nah, it's not ridiculous. It's just, i want to see you first when we enter a room so i know you're safe. That's why it's you first, always." You wanted to tease him, but you leaned on him instead. Touched by his words. The elevator rings again, indicating that you're in your desired floor. Johnny quickly steps aside, hand intertwined with yours.
"After you, honey." He said, teasing while bowing slightly.
"You're impossible!" You felt your cheeks warm and flushed, you pulled him iut of the elevator and you two ended up laughing.
"And you my girl... " He paused, smiling. "You're worth it."
It doesn't end on elevators. On your way to a lunch date, johnny ran jogged to his car just to open the passenger seat.
"You know i can open a car door, right?"
"Yeah, but i can too, so why would i let you do it? You first above anything, right? That's what i always tell you." He didn't close the door until he fully buckled you in, smiling like an idiot like you just made his whole year because you let him open the door for you.
At the restaurant, you two didn't expect it to be fully packed. Before you can step inside the restaurant, johnny moves slightly behind you with his hand on your lower back, guiding you in a room full of people.
"I'm right here, honey." He murmured near your ear, making sure no one hits you.
His mission was over but he's making sure every civilian is safely evacuated until further notice. He went to your law firm, just to make sure you're okay. Sirens are loud, buildigs have collapsed while the rest of the team are also helping civilians get out of buildings, getting them into a safe place.
When johnny saw you, he immediately hugged you tight like he didn't want to let go. He touched your face, your hair, looking deep in your eyes because he can finally breathe after seeing you with no scratches or even bruises, you were completely fine.
You looked so worried for him, but he shrugged your worries off. "I'm okay, honey. Don't worry about me, for now, let's get you out of here." He doesn't look okay, his suit is torn apart and he has wounds in his body. But in his mind right now isn't himself, but to get you to safety. That's his goal.
You followed him, almost stepping out of the building but johnny held your wrist, stopping you
"You last, I'll go first this time." He said, quiet and out of breathe.
"What? But i always go first... " You blinked at him.
"Yeah, but i also remember telling you there's an exception. This time, i go out first, honey." He smiled, even if he's in pain, he always smiles at you.
"Johnny, we can go together-" He stops you from talking.
"No, it's not safe."
You frowned. “Johnny, it's clear—"
He shook his head, his usual playfulness nowhere in sight. " I don't care if it's clear, when there's danger i go out first. I'm not letting you go out first, honey. If something's waiting out there, they hit me first, not you. It means i can see you get out, i get to see you safe from any hit." His usual stubbornness is gone, he's serious.
You were about to argue but he stepped closer, hugging you once more, his hand on your head. "Please, honey, just let me go first. You last this time."
He was about to go out first but you pulled him towards you, kissing him softly. You can feel how his grip on you is firm, like he doesn't want to let go because he's scared if he lets go, you'll disappear in the chaos outside.
clark kent and his glasses fogging up when he eats you out…
he’s frustrated. you can tell. his mouth is moving more rapidly than usual and his groans turn into hungry growls, as if he’s angry at something.
“ahh-shit..c-clark, baby? what’s wrong? hm?” you ask, your fingers still entangled into his dark locks. he grunts, bringing a calloused hand down to swiftly replace his skilled tongue with his index and middle fingers. “‘m sorry, darling…can’t see..” he apologizes, his face squished against your thigh as he looks up at you longingly. “stupid glasses..” he mumbles to himself, moving to take them off — his fingers still steadily pumping in and out of you. your moans and whines turn into a gasp, your thighs closing as your high approaches. “don’ take ‘em offf!” you whine. clark grins and pushes his glasses up, his fingers speeding up in your cunt.
“clarkkkk!” you whine your toes curling. “sweetheart, hold it f’me until my glasses clear? please? i jus’ wanna see my pretty baby let go.” he smiles, his glasses slowly clearing up. “‘m trying!” you mewl out, your back arching. his glasses finally clear up, and he goes back to devouring your cunt. you cry out, your fingers gripping your boyfriend’s hair. “wait, doll-“ he interrupts — but he’s too late. your cunt gushes out clear liquid, a moan ripping out of your throat as you thrash around, your toes still curled.
“‘m glasses fogged up again…one more time f’me?” he asks, a sheepish smile on his face, a white cast on his glasses.
your made up scenario isn’t real (shocker) and makes no difference when your kids are starving for your acknowledgment of the pain you caused them. you’re only performing the role of a good parent, without having to actually do any heavy lifting
TIL that Harvard professor Tom Lehrer was asked at the age of 84 by rapper 2 Chainz if he could sample his 60-year old song. Lehrer replied, “I grant you motherfuckers permission to do this. Please give my regards to Mr. Chainz, or may I call him 2?”
the fact that this doesn’t mention that 1. the song is called “the old dope peddler” and that 2. lehrer’s other songs range from delights like “the masochism tango” and “poisoning pigeons in the park” to a catchy theme tune for the myth of Oedipus to celebrations of plagiarism in math academia and a series of jokes about the folk song “Clementine” as written by various classical composers, not to mention The Elements Song, is unforgivable.
lehrer is also a math genius who entered Harvard at 15 and may or may not have invented the jello shot. eventually he got bored of performing music and went back to teaching math. as of May 2021 he’s 93 and still kicking around in California.
So I've been stewing on Fantastic Four: First Steps for a few weeks now and I kinda need to get something off my chest about it. Because this movie hit me in a place I wasn't expecting it to.
I became an uncle relatively recently (my niece just turned two), and in this movie, and specifically in Johnny Storm, I saw the representation of a part of myself I didn't truly know existed. Because when Johnny started protesting using Franklin as bait for Galactus, I knew that would be me if someone suggested using my niece as the thing to lure in something that wanted to hurt her, something that could potentially put her in danger. And when he was ready and willing to sacrifice himself to make sure Galactus was all the way through the portal when it closed, man...I knew I'd do the same thing. Powers or no powers, I too would punch an immortal space god if he tried to hurt my niece. And like...it's one thing to know you love someone and want the best for them. It's a whole other thing to realize that you would throw yourself into danger to protect them.
And I don't mean this to take anything away from what any of the others did to stop Galactus and protect Franklin (and the rest of the world), but those moments from Johnny just really hit for me in a way I wasn't ready for.
“i never see you at the club” ok well i never see you on ao3 at 2am reading about the same two bitches falling in love for the 1000th time in the 500th way
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