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i like to occasionally made edits and post and then disappear, anyways Eddie Munson you still are my hyperfixation ( I forgot his tattoos oops itâs okay )
i like to occasionally made edits and post and then disappear, anyways Eddie Munson you still are my hyperfixation ( I forgot his tattoos oops itâs okay )
summary: Johnny Storm is a menace, that's basically it.
pairings: Johnny Storm x Fem!Reader
warnings: n/a
a/n: hiii so the last time i wrote anything and posted it was,,, 2023? so, its probably not good! i have never written for johnny so he may be out of character, but if theres anything youd wanna see feel free to send me something! okay! i think thats it? byeee!
1.3k words, not proofread.
Jonathan Lowell Spencer Storm, was someone youâd say is a menace. Maybe not to society, but he was to the people who lived within the walls of The Baxter Building, more so. You.Â
You loved him, of course you did. He was a hero, a little too quick to try and sacrifice himself, smart, kind, and not to mention he was easy on the eyes. But he could be very annoying at times. You and Johnny have been together since before him and his family got their powers, high school sweethearts. You two have been together through a lot, like⌠a lot. So you two were very comfortable with one another, which is probably why he felt like he had every right to be a menace to you.
You stood at the bathroom sink, finishing up brushing your teeth. You leaned over to rinse out your mouth, and once you stood up you locked eyes with Johnny in the mirror, which of course scared the living daylights out of you. âJonathan!â You squealed, turning around to smack his chest. You don't know how he managed to sneak in without making a noise, maybe it was your fault for leaving the door open. But how he managed to not walk loud always impressed you.Â
Once you were turned around he grabbed your wrist before you could smack at him, he pulled you in while his other hand came up to wipe excess water off your chin. âKinda hurts my feelings that you screamed when you saw me, Iâd rather make you scream in a different way-â âStooop!â You tried to pull away from his hold, but instead he leaned to press a kiss against your cheek.Â
âYou are bullying me, hotshot.â Your words were mumbled, huffing as you wiggled out of his grasp and moved away, but you only got so far before he was landing a gentle pat to your bottom, which in turn caused you to send a glare over your shoulder toward him. âItâs not bullying you, it's my way of showing you love.â He called out as you continued walking away.
Truthfully you shouldâve known that little jump scare this morning wouldnât be the last time he did something today.
Reed had been asked to speak at a college a few states away, so him and Sue packed up one year old Franklin and they headed there. It wasnât gonna be a long trip, just about a day and a half. And Ben was also out, he said he was just going for a stroll but you knew he was going to talk to- or stare longingly at Rachel, a school teacher.Â
So it was just you and Johnny in the building⌠well, and HERBIE. You hummed quietly to yourself as you looked through a bookshelf, searching for a good book to read. Like before you were unaware of your surroundings, the book opened to a random page as you read the first passage, probably a weird way to see if you would like the book, but to each their own. As you went to flip the book to read the back you felt two hands grab onto either sides of your hips, âWhat are you doing?â Johnny spoke quickly, pulling you back against him. âJohnny!â Like earlier in the day, you squealed out, book dropping to the floor with a dull âthud!â You turned around to stare at him, more so glare at him. But he just smiled down at you, then furrowed his brows. âWhat?âÂ
With a roll of your eyes you turned out of his grasp, leaning down to grab the book. But of course you couldnât lean over without something, and that something was the whistle from Johnny as he stared down at your ass. Standing up with a huff you held the book close, biting back a smile as you wandered off to the kitchen. Of course Johnny followed you, much like a lost puppy, he sure looked like one at times with those big watery blue eyes. You placed the book onto the counter as you moved to open the fridge, looking for something to eat when all of a sudden a hand, not belonging to yours, reached around, feeling once again Johnny pressed up against your back. âDo you know what personal space is?â You asked him, but you leaned your back against his front.
He hummed in response as he grabbed a bottle of soda, as he brought it toward himself he playfully pressed the cold glass against your neck, âOops, sorry-â He said with a chuckle, stepping away from you and moving toward the book you put on the counter.Â
Like before you rolled your eyes, your hand coming up to rub against your neck that was now a little cold and wet. âSo rude to me,â you mumbled more so to yourself, opting for the other bottle of soda. Once it was in your hand you moved to Johnny, his back was to you this time. So, you pressed your own cold bottle against his neck, which in turn he hissed out, trying to duck out of your way, his hand coming to hold the back of his neck. âWhat was that for?â He basically whined, âIf you canât take it, don't dish it out.â You pointed your bottle at him, a proud smile on your face. You watched as Johnny tried to bite back his own smile, reaching forward he grabbed your drink and placed it onto the counter. With furrowed brows and a tilt of your head, you watched him. âWhat are you doing?â You asked, taking a small step back.
He shrugged his shoulders, stepping forward, âYou look a little cold.â He spoke, with wide eyes you shook your head, moving around the kitchen island. âNo! Do not put your grimy warm hands on me-â You pointed at him, continuing to move away, but he simply followed you. Johnny let out a scoff, one of his hands pressing against his chest, âGrimy? Now that's cold⌠speaking of cold, baby, you look like you are freezing.â
And soon he pounced, reaching forward he grabbed you, throwing you over his shoulder while you laughed, âPut me down!â One of his arms hooked around the back of your knees to stop you from kicking, âNo! Iâm gonna warm you up.â He started walking back toward your shared room, so in a last ditch effort to get out of his grasp, you pinched his bottom, âHey!â He gasped, his other hand coming up to smack your bottom in return.Â
It didnât take long for him to bring you to your room, he hauled you off his shoulder and gently threw you onto the bed, you bounced once, twice, before settling down into the mattress. He stood at the edge of the bed, a smirk on his face as he looked at you. âI wanted that soda.â With a grumble you crossed your arms over your chest, and he laughed, moving to hover over you on the bed. But he first uncrossed your arms, letting his chest settle against yours lightly.Â
âYou can have the soda later,â He whispered this time, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. Your arms moved to wrap around his neck, melting against him with a hum. âYeah but we left them out, it's gonna get warm and flat.âÂ
His response was a shrug, âThen you can have something different to drink, simple as that.â He added. He then pressed his lips to yours, like two puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly, two magnets meeting. The kiss was gentle, soft, a contrast to some of the other kisses you two share often. Rushed and often rough, but always, always full of love.Â
He let his left arm rest against the bed while his right hand came up to push your shirt up slightly, his hand resting flush against your stomach. As you two kissed you felt his hand start to warm up, not in a burning way, but in the way he does to mess with you. Pulling away you stare at him, and he simply smiles, lips swollen and red. âTold you, you looked cold.â And your response was an eye roll.Â
summary: Johnny Storm is a menace, that's basically it.
pairings: Johnny Storm x Fem!Reader
warnings: n/a
a/n: hiii so the last time i wrote anything and posted it was,,, 2023? so, its probably not good! i have never written for johnny so he may be out of character, but if theres anything youd wanna see feel free to send me something! okay! i think thats it? byeee!
1.3k words, not proofread.
Jonathan Lowell Spencer Storm, was someone youâd say is a menace. Maybe not to society, but he was to the people who lived within the walls of The Baxter Building, more so. You.Â
You loved him, of course you did. He was a hero, a little too quick to try and sacrifice himself, smart, kind, and not to mention he was easy on the eyes. But he could be very annoying at times. You and Johnny have been together since before him and his family got their powers, high school sweethearts. You two have been together through a lot, like⌠a lot. So you two were very comfortable with one another, which is probably why he felt like he had every right to be a menace to you.
You stood at the bathroom sink, finishing up brushing your teeth. You leaned over to rinse out your mouth, and once you stood up you locked eyes with Johnny in the mirror, which of course scared the living daylights out of you. âJonathan!â You squealed, turning around to smack his chest. You don't know how he managed to sneak in without making a noise, maybe it was your fault for leaving the door open. But how he managed to not walk loud always impressed you.Â
Once you were turned around he grabbed your wrist before you could smack at him, he pulled you in while his other hand came up to wipe excess water off your chin. âKinda hurts my feelings that you screamed when you saw me, Iâd rather make you scream in a different way-â âStooop!â You tried to pull away from his hold, but instead he leaned to press a kiss against your cheek.Â
âYou are bullying me, hotshot.â Your words were mumbled, huffing as you wiggled out of his grasp and moved away, but you only got so far before he was landing a gentle pat to your bottom, which in turn caused you to send a glare over your shoulder toward him. âItâs not bullying you, it's my way of showing you love.â He called out as you continued walking away.
Truthfully you shouldâve known that little jump scare this morning wouldnât be the last time he did something today.
Reed had been asked to speak at a college a few states away, so him and Sue packed up one year old Franklin and they headed there. It wasnât gonna be a long trip, just about a day and a half. And Ben was also out, he said he was just going for a stroll but you knew he was going to talk to- or stare longingly at Rachel, a school teacher.Â
So it was just you and Johnny in the building⌠well, and HERBIE. You hummed quietly to yourself as you looked through a bookshelf, searching for a good book to read. Like before you were unaware of your surroundings, the book opened to a random page as you read the first passage, probably a weird way to see if you would like the book, but to each their own. As you went to flip the book to read the back you felt two hands grab onto either sides of your hips, âWhat are you doing?â Johnny spoke quickly, pulling you back against him. âJohnny!â Like earlier in the day, you squealed out, book dropping to the floor with a dull âthud!â You turned around to stare at him, more so glare at him. But he just smiled down at you, then furrowed his brows. âWhat?âÂ
With a roll of your eyes you turned out of his grasp, leaning down to grab the book. But of course you couldnât lean over without something, and that something was the whistle from Johnny as he stared down at your ass. Standing up with a huff you held the book close, biting back a smile as you wandered off to the kitchen. Of course Johnny followed you, much like a lost puppy, he sure looked like one at times with those big watery blue eyes. You placed the book onto the counter as you moved to open the fridge, looking for something to eat when all of a sudden a hand, not belonging to yours, reached around, feeling once again Johnny pressed up against your back. âDo you know what personal space is?â You asked him, but you leaned your back against his front.
He hummed in response as he grabbed a bottle of soda, as he brought it toward himself he playfully pressed the cold glass against your neck, âOops, sorry-â He said with a chuckle, stepping away from you and moving toward the book you put on the counter.Â
Like before you rolled your eyes, your hand coming up to rub against your neck that was now a little cold and wet. âSo rude to me,â you mumbled more so to yourself, opting for the other bottle of soda. Once it was in your hand you moved to Johnny, his back was to you this time. So, you pressed your own cold bottle against his neck, which in turn he hissed out, trying to duck out of your way, his hand coming to hold the back of his neck. âWhat was that for?â He basically whined, âIf you canât take it, don't dish it out.â You pointed your bottle at him, a proud smile on your face. You watched as Johnny tried to bite back his own smile, reaching forward he grabbed your drink and placed it onto the counter. With furrowed brows and a tilt of your head, you watched him. âWhat are you doing?â You asked, taking a small step back.
He shrugged his shoulders, stepping forward, âYou look a little cold.â He spoke, with wide eyes you shook your head, moving around the kitchen island. âNo! Do not put your grimy warm hands on me-â You pointed at him, continuing to move away, but he simply followed you. Johnny let out a scoff, one of his hands pressing against his chest, âGrimy? Now that's cold⌠speaking of cold, baby, you look like you are freezing.â
And soon he pounced, reaching forward he grabbed you, throwing you over his shoulder while you laughed, âPut me down!â One of his arms hooked around the back of your knees to stop you from kicking, âNo! Iâm gonna warm you up.â He started walking back toward your shared room, so in a last ditch effort to get out of his grasp, you pinched his bottom, âHey!â He gasped, his other hand coming up to smack your bottom in return.Â
It didnât take long for him to bring you to your room, he hauled you off his shoulder and gently threw you onto the bed, you bounced once, twice, before settling down into the mattress. He stood at the edge of the bed, a smirk on his face as he looked at you. âI wanted that soda.â With a grumble you crossed your arms over your chest, and he laughed, moving to hover over you on the bed. But he first uncrossed your arms, letting his chest settle against yours lightly.Â
âYou can have the soda later,â He whispered this time, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. Your arms moved to wrap around his neck, melting against him with a hum. âYeah but we left them out, it's gonna get warm and flat.âÂ
His response was a shrug, âThen you can have something different to drink, simple as that.â He added. He then pressed his lips to yours, like two puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly, two magnets meeting. The kiss was gentle, soft, a contrast to some of the other kisses you two share often. Rushed and often rough, but always, always full of love.Â
He let his left arm rest against the bed while his right hand came up to push your shirt up slightly, his hand resting flush against your stomach. As you two kissed you felt his hand start to warm up, not in a burning way, but in the way he does to mess with you. Pulling away you stare at him, and he simply smiles, lips swollen and red. âTold you, you looked cold.â And your response was an eye roll.Â
