summary: your jealousy causes a massive fight between you and your boyfriend, ending with the two of you calling it quits. but, despite all of the hate you had for him, you also loved him. after all, two things can always be true.
warnings: SMUT (read at your own risk), oral (f receiving), angst (with a sort of happy ending), mentions of vomit, a lot of cussing, no use of y/n
a/n: this is sort of based of two kelsea ballerini songs (shocker ik), but emerald city is the start and then the whole fic is two things. i didn’t name any actresses cause i low key love all the ones ben has worked with soooo, I couldn’t find it in me to do that lol, so his co star is unnamed.
Tonight was supposed to be a happy night. It was supposed to be a night to celebrate her amazingly talented boyfriend. So she shouldn't feel like this, she shouldn't feel jealous. They were co stars, they worked together for months. She had him, he was hers. He made it abundantly clear to the world that he was spoken for. So she had no reason to doubt his loyalty.
But they just made more sense. They fit, she didn't. If she was being honest, she felt like she never fit into his world. She doesn't understand the acting world. She can only understand the music world. Which, luckily, is what they had bonded over. But, there was something that she couldn't relate to when he would talk about it, and that feeling of not being able to understand ate away at her.
The night of the premier had come to an end, she smiled and told everyone how proud she was of her boyfriend. Which, she was, he was amazing in this new movie, but she felt her stomach turn inside. The thought of him being with someone else made her sick, even if she believes he should be with someone else. She just hung off his arm and smiled all night until they made their way back to the hotel.
New York was always buzzing throughout the night, but it never could drown out her thoughts. She started slowly taking her jewelry off in the mirror, just looking at herself. She knows she's pretty, there's no doubt. Her favorite thing about her had actually always been her eyes, that was always what she got the most compliments on, so that's what she grew to love. Despite all of that, she still felt so insecure tonight. She felt like the only thing she could offer him was a pretty face. Which, is not what he deserved.
She was so caught up in her thoughts that she failed to see her boyfriend walk up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and planted a few kisses on her shoulder. She offered a smile that didn't quit reach her eyes. He noticed, but didn't want to pry.
"Did you enjoy tonight, my love?" Ben asked, pressing a few more kisses to her neck. She hummed.
"Yeah...it was fun" She shifted her hair over her shoulder and silently asked him to help her out of her dress. He hesitated, staring at her reflection in the mirror. He slowly unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, and instead of turning to him, she turned to her suitcase and rummaged through it to find something to sleep in.
It's not that he was expecting anything, but it wasn't like her to just walk away like that. He watched her as she finally found a shirt and shorts to sleep in. She finally turned around to see his questioning look.
"What's wrong?" He asks. She shakes her head, moving to the bed.
"Nothing" She says, tucking herself under the covers, still sitting up with her back against the headboard.
"Don't give me that." He mutters her name with a little more of a demanding tone. "Something is wrong."
"Why? Cause I don't want to have sex with you?" She snaps. It catches her and him off guard. She didn't mean to snap like that, but it just slipped out.
"Okay, now I definitely know something is up." He sits on the edge of the bed, facing her. "Tell me" she groans and tosses her head back.
"Ben, it's late, let's not do this right now" She tries to lay down, but he doesn't move, making it impossible for her to do so.
"No, let's do this right now." He responds with the same demanding tone. "I want to know why you felt the need to accuse me of being mad over you not sleeping with me." His arms went to either side of her thighs, leaning his weight onto his hands as he leaned his face close to hers. It was like he was trying to unlock a safe with the most impossible code. She just shook her head and crossed her arms, looking at the wall trying to not break down. His fingers came up to hook her chin and turn her to face him. "Tell me what's bothering you, baby"
She finally lets a tear slip, making his eyes soften and his thumb come up to wipe it away. She cursed herself for breaking so easily. She couldn't help that she was basically putty in his hands.
"Fuck...Ben, I don't belong here" She cries, his face scrunches in confusion.
"What are you talking about?" He asks, cradling her face and wiping her tears away. She gently pushes his hands away to create some distance. She can see the flash of hurt that crosses his eyes.
"Here" She motions around the room. "In your world." He was even more confused now than ever.
"Why on earth would you think that?" He asks, his voice was laced with hurt and sadness. He was sad because he also knew that you weren't letting him help you or make it better. She sniffles and wipes her tears away, smudging her perfect red carpet make up.
"Because I don't know anything about acting or that side of fame. I felt like a complete outsider tonight." She cries, he felt even more hurt that she thought that. He felt mad at himself but also at her for not voicing it sooner. He may have let his anger take over his next words,
"Well it's not like you tried tonight." Her eyes snapped to his, he instantly regretted his choice of words after he saw the look that flashed across her eyes. It wasn't sadness or anger, it was betrayal. How could he say something like that?
"What the fuck does that mean?" Her legs shift up closer to her chest to create even more distance between them. His heart broke at this.
"I just mean..." he sighed. "You were...distant tonight...I just thought- I don't know...that you would try to converse with my friends." Her mind immediately draws back to how much time he spent with her. The woman he had shared most of his screen time with and the one that made her question everything about herself. She just scoffed.
"I'm sure you did..." She threw her legs off the bed and stood up, pacing around in front of the bed.
"Okay, now what does that mean?" He shoots back, annoyance clearly back as he tried to read between the lines.
"It means that you wish I was like them, like your friends. Well, I'm sorry, but I'm not. I'll never be like them." He stands up and walks in front of her.
"When have I ever said that?!" He argues.
"You don't have to! I can clearly tell that you want someone who understands that side!" She shouts. He flinches at her tone, but then anger fills his eyes.
"You sure that's it? Cause this is clearly not the whole reason you're acting like a pain in the arse right now!" It was her turn to flinch at his words. Angry tears filled her eyes now, how could he speak like this knowing everything that happened with her. She shakes her head.
"Maybe you should just go be with her!" She says her name, the woman that she had been comparing herself to for weeks now. "Everyone wants you too anyway! So go!" That was the answer he was looking for, he scoffs and shakes his head.
"I can't believe you right now..." He runs a hand down his face. "Damn it, we're just friends!"
"Doesn't look like it" She says in an accusing tone, throwing her arm up. He lets out a dry laugh.
"God, when did you get so fucking insecure! This is not the same woman I met last year." That was the final blow, the last straw that made her break.
"Then fucking leave! Go find someone else!" She yells, throwing her arms up again and motioning towards the door. He just glares at her, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
"Fine" He mutters, turning and throwing his things into his suitcase. She finally felt it, they were done. She had just ended it.
"I hope you get everything you wished for, Ben" She says sarcastically through her tears. He scoffs as he shoves his things into his suitcase.
"And I hope that you realize you don't have to fuck things up just because they get real." He zips his suit case and starts towards the door. She lets out a loud sob.
"Ugh, fuck you!" She screams as the door closes. As she hears the click, she drops to the floor. Her sobs are uncontrollable and she clenches at her chest. She felt physically hurt. It was over, she had ended it.
The next morning was awful. She woke up with her head pounding and her bed empty. She couldn't help but cry more, feeling the bed cold beside her. This was his hotel room, and yet he left her in it. She felt sick staying in it any longer. She got up to start packing her things. She found a flight home and booked her ticket.
She had freshened up to the best of her abilities, wiping off the makeup that wasn't taken off from the night before. She sighed as she got her things together and started out the door. She opened it and almost tripped over something. She looks down to too a bouquet of flowers. Sunflowers, her favorites. She grabbed them and looked at them for a second. There's no way these were for her. There was a small note attached to it:
I won't act like I didn't hurt you, I did, And I hate that I ever gave you a reason to doubt my loyalty. Just know this isn't easy for me either. Missing you is already a whole-body thing. If you don't want to talk, I get it. I just needed you to have something beautiful from me, since I couldn't be that for you yesterday.
-B
She felt tears fill her eyes again. Fuck, why did he have to be so sweet? She was mad at him. She couldn't look at them without wanting to sob. She plucked one from the bouquet before walking to the nearest trash can and throwing them away. She kept a small one though, to use as a book mark. A book mark in the book that she definitely wouldn't be reading on the plane. Definitely not her and Ben's favorite book to read together.
Ben was no better than she was. He had left early that morning to fly to London for press. He knew that she would probably be flying home, he couldn't stand not being able to talk to her. He hated not being able to call her, but she had made it very clear last night. They were over. Still, that didn't stop him from checking her location to make sure she got home safe. He still had it, I mean that had only broken up less than twelve hours ago.
He was on the plane next to his pr manager, she had told him he looked like hell.
"Yeah, well it's not nice when you get into a massive fight with your girlfriend and she breaks up with you." His PR manager's head snapped towards him.
"What?!" She asks, he shrugs.
"She broke up with me" His PR manager whispers a sorry before an idea pops up and she smiles. He looks at her questioningly. "What?"
"Well, now that you're a single man, I think we should kick off the press in London with a killer marketing strategy." She grins. He already doesn't like where this is going, he sees the look in her eyes.
"What do you mean?" He asks. She says his co-stars name, making him even more confused.
"You and her need to flirt. During interviews, at the London premier, everywhere. It will get more viewers and you'll gain more followers and become more known." He immediately shakes his head.
"Hell no" He knew that would only make things worse with her, she would think that her thoughts were right, and he couldn't let her do that.
"Ben, you need this. You don't have to date or even pretend to, just flirt. It's not that hard." He still said no. She groaned. "Look, I wasn't going to tell you this, but clearly you need to hear it..." She says and his head snaps to her.
"What?" He asks. She sighs.
"The views aren't looking that good. The movie needs something bigger to add on so that it doesn't tank in theaters. So, please, just until press is over. Then you can go back to sulking." She asks, he groans. He didn't want to do this, not when she had voiced her worries so loud last night. This would hurt her, a lot. He had to think about it. He was thinking for the rest of the flight until they landed. He decided to just do it, for the movie. He figured he could just text her and maybe soften the blow.
When he went to send her a text explaining the situation, it didn't go through. Fuck, he was blocked. The situation just got a lot worse.
It had been around a week and a half since the break up. Rumors had already gotten out, to her knowledge it was just because they saw her arrive at her hometown airport alone. She was dying inside, it felt like a piece of her was missing. She missed him so much, she was starting to regret her decision. She kept telling herself that he was probably going to find someone better anyways. She was just stuck with her thoughts, writing them down and hopefully making her next big hit.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed, it was her manager. She opened it and there was a file attached. She read the "WTF?!" message and her heart dropped. The file was a screen recording from and interview of Ben and his co star. They were flirting...heavily flirting. She felt her stomach twist at the sight. She was right, she knew it. Holy shit, did he cheat on her then? They were acting close at the premiere. He had to have cheated on her!
She didn't hold back this time, she ran to the bathroom and leaned over the toilet. She felt sick, so sick that she ended up throwing up at the thought. How could he do this? How could he do this knowing everything he did about her? She sat up and wiped her mouth as she started sobbing. She was on the floor of her bathroom for what felt like hours.
Before Ben, she was in a pretty long relationship. It lasted for almost eight years. They were actually engaged. But, the last year that they were together it felt like things were going horrible. They were constantly in couples therapy trying to work out their problems, but it only made her grow sadder and sadder. He felt like she pressured him into proposing. So, she broke off the engagement.
About a year later, she met Ben. They've known of each other for years, she knew him from the Narnia movies. He had heard a few of her songs on the radio. They met at a bar when he was filming for Shadow and Bone. She friend zoned him for almost a year, not ready to give her heart away quit yet. Finally, she admitted her feelings for him and they started dating. Ben knew all of this, all of her heartbreak. And he still did this to her, how could he?
She was so mad at him, she wanted to hate him. But, she also really missed him, and loved every bit of him still.
Ben was sick. He absolutely hated every minute of press tour. He hated every minute of acting as if he could be attracted to someone who wasn't her. The second it was over he knew that he had to find her. He knew that he had to try to fight for her. He felt like an absolute asshole for the way he treated her that night. He should have just listened and not been so quick to be mad at her.
He booked the quickest flight he could to get to her. His heart raced the entire flight. What was he even going to say to her? Would she forgive him? Could she forgive him after everything he had said to her? He felt sick just thinking about it. It probably didn't help that he was thousands of feet up in the air.
When he landed, he immediately ran to try and get a uber, Lyft, taxi, something. Whatever would be the quickest to get to her. The drive felt like hours instead of the thirty minutes it actually took. He ended up on her doorstep. It took him a few minutes before he worked up the courage to knock. It took a few minutes before the door opened. The sight broke his heart.
Her eyes were red, her hair was a mess, and the look on her face was filled with anything but love. She looked about ready to shut the door in his face. But, he knew he needed to be quick enough to at least let her hear him.
"Before you slam the door in my face, please hear me out." He pleaded, she almost didn't listen. She almost closed it and he would've let her. If that was really what she wanted, then he would let her. When she didn't shut the door, he took that as his cue to talk, despite the look on her face. "I fucked up. I know, I'm an absolute piece of shit."
"Tell me something I don't know" She says through her scratchy voice that made his heart break even more. He sighed, he deserved that.
"Please, just-...can I come in?" He asked, pleading with his puppy dog eyes. She usually would give in, usually, but tonight, she felt the need to let him have it.
"No" She says, holding her hand out to create distance. "You don't get to come here like some romance movie character and try to win me back after the shit you pulled these past few weeks!" He stayed silent, letting her get her anger out.
"That was fucked, Ben!" She said through a broken sob.
"I know...I know...but just let me-" He tried to step forward but she immediately shoved him back.
"That was fucking malicious! You knew how I felt about her and you decided to pull that shit?! Whatever the reason was doesn't even matter! You knew how it would make me feel, but you did it anyway!" She shouted, she could honestly care less if her neighbors heard.
"I know! Baby, I know!" He shouted back, knowing that she wouldn't hear him otherwise, especially given that it was supposed to rain. "But, I'm trying here. I want to make it up to you. Let me make it up to you. I will do anything you want me to, baby." He pleaded, taking her hand in his. He could still see the anger in her eyes. All of the sudden, she just started hitting at his chest. She didn't hurt him, of course not. It was just a way to get her anger out. He let her do it, he knew that she needed it.
"Fuck you! I hate you!" She cried as he pulled her close. She kept hitting his chest, he didn't care. He just wanted to touch her, even if that meant she beat the shit out of him. He knew she didn't mean what she said, she was just mad at him.
"Baby-...Listen- Listen to me!" He finally got her to calm down. Well, sort of. She just started sobbing into his chest, he held her there for a minute, just letting her cry. He would press a kiss to the top of her head every now and then. "I'm an idiot. I'm so sorry. Tell me what you need, beautiful. Tell me what you want from me." She let out a few more broken sobs before pulling back and looking at him.
"I don't know..." She says, she didn't know what she wanted anymore. She was mad at him, so mad, but she missed him way too much. She wanted him so bad the last few weeks. His hands drop to her waist and start to walk her back into her house. His forehead was pressed to hers and her hands went to his chest.
"Will you let me apologize? Show you how sorry I am?" He asked in a low, pleading voice. She was silent for a second, but the second he kicked the door close, she nodded. In a second, his lips were on hers and he was pulling her impossibly closer. His hands roam her body as his tongue slips past her lips. She lets out a soft moan against his mouth. His hand grab her thighs and hoist her up into his hold.
He walks her back to the couch, never breaking the kiss. It was heated, but there was plenty said with it. So much "I'm sorry" and "please forgive me" was underlining the movement of his lips on hers. He breaks the kiss to sit her on the couch, kneeling in front of her. Her eyes were filled with so many things. She was still so heart broken, but that kiss definitely made her ache between her thighs.
He gave her a look at his fingers found the waist band of her shorts, she slowly nodded. He started to slowly peel them from her body, trailing kisses along her thighs as he did so. Next to go were her panties, which were already soaked with her arousal. He pressed kiss all the way up her thighs. He dragged her to the edge of the couch before dipping his head between her legs. His mouth ghosted her dripping folds as she let out heavy breathes.
"Let me make it up to you. Let me make you feel good." He looked up at her with pleading eyes. Almost as if this was more for him than for her. She let out a whine, needing him to close the distance. "Will you let me make you feel good, baby?" He asked.
"Please..." She begged softly. He wasted no time closing that gap. His tongue licked a longe strip through her folds. She let out a louder moan at the feeling. His tongue got to work, licking through her folds, sucking on her clit. It all felt so good. He knew every inch of her like the back of his hand. It was unfair.
"Do you feel how sorry I am yet?" He asks softly, in between his attack on her pussy. She can't do much other than moan at the pleasure her was giving her. She just nodded. He shook his head, "I'll keep making it up to you, baby. I'll make it up to you all night, if you want." She felt two of his fingers slip in to her, she threw her head back, knowing that with every thrust of his hand, she was getting closer and closer to the edge.
He kept it up, every pump of his fingers, every lick of her clit, even apology that somehow sounded dirty coming from his mouth. Then she reached that point. She clenched around his fingers and let go. It didn't stop there, though. Oh, no, it was just the beginning. They stayed like that most of the night, with his head between her thighs. She was so overstimulated and sensitive. They had ended up in her bed after...she can't remember how many orgasms. She was just laying down, with her naked back facing his chest.
He lay behind her, one arm under her head, the other reaching around to lace his fingers through hers. They sat in silence for about half an hour, not knowing how to even begin a conversation. Ben was the first to speak.
“I’m sorry” He spoke against her shoulder.
“You made that very clear” She responded with a sad smile. He turned her slightly to where she was laying on her back looking up at him.
“I mean it. I love you so fucking much. I think-…I think I was shit mad that you never vocalized your feelings” He explained. She sighed, looking up at the ceiling.
“I just…I didn’t want you thinking I was too much. I didn’t want you to think I was a clingy, possessive, insecure, type of girlfriend” She responded, a few tears slipping from her eyes. His eyes softened and he pressed a few kisses to her temple.
“I want to know when you feel uncomfortable. Your feelings are never too much for me” She finally met his eyes, their hands still playing with each other’s. Lacing their fingers and pulling away and back again.
“You know…my therapist always says that two things can be true…” His eyebrows furrowed as he listened intently. “And…I feel like that apply to how I’m feeling right now” She says.
“How do you feel?” He asks, hopeful.
“Well first…I fucking hate you,” His heart sinks, did she really mean that? “I hate that you said everything you did and I hate that you flirted with the one girl I have ever voiced discomfort over” Tears started falling from her eyes again and he just frowned. Maybe he really did loose her…
“But the second truth is…I really missed you” His eyes softened and a sad smile painted his lips. “I missed your touch, your words, your pet names, your random singing out burst” she giggled and so did he. “I missed you so much because I still love you” she said.
He wasted no time pressing his lips to hers. This kiss was different, it was full of love. He knew he would have to be patient during the time it took to win her trust back, but he would wait as long as it took. She was slowly starting to forgive him, feeling the remorse he had over the whole situation. They knew they had to talk it all out, but they knew they could get back to where they were before the mess.
He was such a blessing to her, a curse in some moments. But, she wouldn’t want it any other way.
summary: Caspian never would have thought that the woman he loved would run from him. You never thought that you could love someone as much as you did him, that’s why you couldn’t bare the thought of gaining someone you could loose. So you ran. You never would have thought you would run into him on your own little voyage.
warnings: angst angst angst, but a happy ending ofc. no use of y/n.
a/n: so I def made up a village (thank you chat gpt for a name). also I love “The Revisionist” by Kelsea Ballerini, so that is what this is kind of giving as well.
The boat below her rocked as she approached the island. It was small, sure, but it held everything she needed for the past few weeks. Given the fact that she went through all of her supply, finding land was the equivalent to finding mountains of treasure. She needed to somehow find food. She checked her satchel that was strapped to her waist before docking the boat. She had enough money to get her maybe another week’s worth of supply.
She hopped off her boat, hand resting on her dagger that was strapped to her waist as she took slow steps towards the hill. She looked around for any sign of food. The island was surprisingly quiet, not something she was used to. She took a few more slow steps before reaching a large door. Her head tilted at the sight of what was in front of the door.
A short blonde boy stood, looking down at a dagger in his hands and trying to figure out how to hold it. As she approached, his head snapped up and he immediately pointed the dagger at her. She raised her hands up in defense.
“Whoa, easy there, kid.” She said in a warning voice.
“Who are you! I was told to guard the door! You can’t go in!” She tried her best not to laugh at the boy. He did not sound threatening at all. She stated her name.
“I’m just looking for food. You can lower your weapon.” She smiled, he hesitantly lowered his weapon. He still looked at her, skeptically. She now had the chance to take in his attire. He didn’t look like he had been from here. His clothes looked familiar though, the style at least. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
Suddenly, she felt someone come up behind her and grab her arm. She yelped as it was pulled behind her and she was placed in a head lock. Another man, grabbed the boy and held a knife to his neck. The doors opened and suddenly they were being pushed into the building. She yelled out a string of curses and demanded that they free her.
She was too caught up in trying to break free to see who had been in front of her. Then, she heard it, her name. Spoken with a tone that was soft, but shocked. She looked up to see him. Her lips parted and her eyes widened a bit. What was he doing here? The man behind the blonde boy commanded him to lower his weapon. She peered over and caught sight of a few more familiar faces. They had also dropped their weapons.
A few more men took hold of Caspian, Edmund, and Lucy, dragging them apart. She was thrown to a different man who drug her along with Caspian and Edmund. Lucy yelled for Edmund, but it did nothing. They were all getting dragged away from each other.
Her chest hit the dirt as she was thrown into the dungeon. Caspian and Edmund were right behind her. She groaned in pain as she rolled onto her back. Soon enough, Caspian was right there beside her. He helped her up and she dusted the dirt off of her. She quickly let go of his hand, trying not to acknowledge the small look of hurt on his face as she did so. Edmund started trying to kick at the door.
Caspian just stared at her, as if he was trying to make sure every bit of her was real. She tried to look around for any way out, also trying to avoid his gaze. He called out her name again, forcing her to look at him. His gaze was soft, yet sad. He took a step towards her, hoping not to scare her off.
“What are you doing here?” He asked. She just stood there, looking down at her torn up clothes and boots. She was in the same clothes she was in the night she had ran.
“I could ask you the same…” she finally met his gaze. It was so hard not to crumble right there. His eyes said everything his mouth didn’t. Every bit of hurt, grief, anger, and even love. He was about to answer before Edmund interrupted.
“Can you two do this later? We need to find a way out” he grunts as he kicks the door again. Suddenly, a voice comes from the darkness.
“It’s hopeless” All three of their heads snap to the corner. She takes a small step back, Caspian immediately stepping in front of her. It was almost muscle memory at this point. He takes a few slow steps forward, trying to get a look at the figure behind the voice. “You’ll never get out”
“Who’s there?” She says.
“Nobody…just a voice in my head” the voice replies. Caspian takes a few more steps forward. The figure comes more into the light, finally revealing his face.
“Lord Bern?” Caspian says. He was shocked. The man looks shocked.
“Perhaps once, but I’m no longer deserving of that title.” He looks down, nothing but pure sadness in his eyes.
“Is he one of the seven?” Edmund asks. She looks over at him.
“Seven of what?” She asks in confusion. Caspian just walks forward towards the man. As he got closer, the man got a better look at his face.
“Your face…you remind me of a king I once loved well” he states, making Caspian smile slightly. Her eyes scan Caspian’s face. He looked different from when she last saw him. He was slightly more tan, he grew out his beard, and he definitely filled out a lot more. Wow, he was definitely still handsome.
“That man was my father” Caspian replies.
“Oh my Lord…please, forgive me!” The man scurries to kneel before Caspian.
“No! Please, please.” Caspian says as he rushes to make the man stand up.
In the background, Edmund climbs up to look out of the small window. She goes to do the same. They hear a woman yelling. They see a man and little girl chase after a cart full of people. The cart stops when they finally get to the docks. All of the people are then shoved onto the small boat.
“Where are they taking them?” She asks. She looks back and sees Caspian’s confusion. She hops down and nods for him to look.
“Keep watching” the man says. Caspian and Edmund witness a green smoke cover the boat. All of the sudden, it vanishes. Caspian hops down and the man starts to explain the green smoke. She’s lost in her own thoughts.
Every scream, every cry for help. It triggered something inside her. Suddenly, she’s back in her village. Flowers being burned to the ground, families being torn apart, her living quarters being destroyed, her parents being brutally murdered in front of her-
Her name snaps her out of the trance. She turns to Caspian, seeing his eyes of concern on her. He grabs her hand that was balled up into a fist. She had clenched her fist so hard that her skin was almost bleeding. She brushed it off and tuned back in to the conversation. Edmund just shook it off.
“We need to get to Lucy, before it’s too late…”
It was all one big blur, the shackles, the fighting, everything. She walked alongside Lucy as the whole island cheered for them. She made a beeline for her boat when she feels gentle fingers wrap around her wrist. She meets his eyes once more.
“Come with us” he says gently. He was never demanding with her. He had never been anything other than gentle, one of the things she adored most about him. She sighed.
“Your majesty…” he cut her off.
“Don’t do that to me…” he pleaded with her. She could see that he meant it. She never called him that, not even when they had first met. It was always “Cas” He loved the nickname she gave him, he loved everything about her.
“I just…can’t” she tried. He didn’t buy it one bit.
“I, at least, deserve an explanation…” he replied, he wasn’t wrong. Although, she thought her note had been enough. She was wrong, of course. She just sighed once more, before looking over her shoulder to her boat. She left nothing inside it other than her scraps of food. She needed to go with him, even if she couldn’t bare seeing him.
All she did was softly nod. He guided her into the boat, and with that, they took off.
The ship came closer and closer, each second making her want to jump out and swim back. However, she knew she couldn’t. Not when he had looked at her the way he did. She knew she messed up, she knew she shouldn’t have done it. However, no one can go back and re write the past.
They boarded the ship and she brushed off her clothes as she stepped up. She looked at Caspian and he gently took her hand, guiding her to the stairs.
“Men, we have one more castaway.” He softly smiled at her as he introduced her. He spoke her name. “The Grand Duchess of Addersfield”
As everyone on the ship bowed before her, Caspian did the same. He then lifted her hand and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles. She just looked at him with sad eyes. He always did that, bowed to her even though he didn’t need to. He was King after all. However, he always viewed her as his equal, even though she wasn’t.
He led her to the Kings quarters where he searched through a trunk. He pulled out a clean, fresh set of clothes for her. He kept her clothes on his ship…of course he did. She simply nodded and thanked him before he stepped out to allow her privacy. As she changed, she couldn’t help but relax at the feeling of finally putting on clean clothes. It had been a while since she had that luxury.
He came back in as she strapped her dagger and satchel back on.
“A few more things…” He held out a sword. Not just any sword, her sword. With the Addersfield crest and her initials on it. She just gazed at it for a second. She softly touched the crest on the holster, fighting back the tears that stung her eyes. She accepted the sword from his hands.
“Thank you” He smiled at her, nodding. She strapped that on as well, turning to the mirror to help her. He slowly stepped behind her. Smiling at her reflection. Suddenly, a thing chain came into her sight from behind her. It was a dainty gold necklace. The pendant was snapped to appear as branches. The necklace he had gifted her originally when he found out she was betrothed to him. She softly gasped at the sight of it, and at his close proximity.
“You’re also missing this” He spoke from behind her. He secured the necklace onto her neck, fingers ghosting her skin.
“Caspian I-“ he shushed her softly.
“It is yours. I gave it to you, it belongs to you, not me” He said, his hands gently rested on her shoulders as she gazed at the necklace in the mirror. “You look absolutely breathtaking” He complimented her softly. She met his eyes in the mirror.
Before she could say anything, the Captain came in. He needed Caspian’s help with directions. Their moment ended as quickly as it started. Making her snap back to reality. He left her with a soft nod and then she was alone, still staring at the necklace.
It had been days on the ship. They had ran across a very strange island with invisible creatures that made her giggle a bit. Fortunately for her, Caspian hadn't really spoken to her much over these days since their moment with the necklace. He had his king duties, which she was completely fine with. Though, today he had called her into the King's quarters again.
Caspian, Edmund, and Drinian were in there discussing if they were ready to turn back. She could tell how determined Caspian was. He wasn't backing down now that they had come this far. They had been sailing for god knows how long. Drinian went back out to help keep the ship afloat. Edmund left shortly after. Silence over took the room.
She debated on walking out as well, but she could tell the king was frustrated. His hands braced himself on the desk in front of him. His head was down and his eyes were closed. He was thinking, or trying to decide if this was still smart. She let out a sigh and slowly took a few steps towards him. Her hand gently came up to rest on his shoulder. His head lifted and he looked over his shoulder at her.
"You made the right choice." She said, gently rubbing his shoulder. His eyes looked over her face. She felt her walls crumbling at the sight of his eyes. She went to take a step back, but his hand flew out to her waist.
"Tell me" Was all he said as he held her there. Her face scrunched in confusion. She knew what he meant, but she also didn't want to say it out loud.
"I told you..." He shook his head, his other hand coming up to rest on her waist. He was anchoring her there, knowing that if he let go she would run again.
"No, you left me a letter filled with lies." This was the first time she ever heard any form of anger in his voice while speaking to her. She can't blame him though, she did fill her letter with lies. She didn't know how to put her feelings into a letter telling her love goodbye. So, she lied. Hopefully pushing him away, making him not want to run after her.
"I don't lie, Caspian" She still tried to convince him to drop the matter. He just tightened his grip on her, his eyes hardening as he looked at her. He was finally displaying his emotions in his actions and on his face.
"You do...that is all you did. I want the truth. I deserve the truth." he demanded. She felt her heart crack even more. Tears stung her eyes and she looked away to hopefully dry them up. He called her name, making her turn and look at him as a few fell from her eyes. "Please" he pleaded with her.
A few more seconds pass by before she finally closes her eyes and braces herself to say everything she never got to.
Meeting him was the best thing to come out of the ruins that was Narnia. She had ran into him in the forest while running from her, now destroyed, village. She didn't know who he was, so naturally she went to defend herself with her dagger. Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy came to her rescue. Then, it was revealed that he was Prince Caspian. The man that she was supposed to marry.
Throughout their battle and adventure to restore peace in Narnia, they had grown fond of each other. She loved being around him, and she learned that they had a lot more in common than she thought they would. No wonder her parents picked him out for her. He ended up saving her life during the battle.
When he was crowned King, he announced her as his betrothed to the kingdom. She knew that she loved him, being around him more made her realize that. That was the part that scared her. Every time she was with him, all she could think about was her village. The village that she absolutely adored.
Adderfield was known as the Narnian flower kingdom. It was north of the castle, filled with every flower you could think. The flowers covered the buildings and every road. It was the place she called home, the place her family had lead for many many years. When the Telamarines took over, they came in and destroyed every part of it. They killed her family, she managed to escape. That is how she ended up in the forest that day she met Caspian.
Everyday, all she could think about was the day her village got destroyed. It was absolutely heartbreaking. She never blamed Caspian for it, she never thought of him like that. She was just so scared to love or be loved so deeply again. Addersfield made her realize how quickly things you love could perish. She didn't want that with Caspian.
She didn't want to love something so much if it was going to be taken from her. So she did the only thing she knew how to do, run. The day she ran, she had taken off the necklace Caspian had given her and wrote him a letter.
My dearest Caspian,
I pray this reaches you when the sun rises, so the light might soften what I am about to say.
I have been trying to out run this truth for weeks now, tucking it behind every smile, every time we walk through the gardens. But the longer I stay, the more I feel something inside me straining, something I fear will only grow sharper with time.
You have offered me nothing but kindness, nothing but a place at your side that should feel like a blessing...and yet I can feel myself unraveling beneath the weight of expectations I never learned to carry. I worry that if I remain, I will become someone I do not recognize. Someone resentful. Someone small and bitter in the shadow of a life far grander than the one I was shaped for.
You deserve someone who can breathe easily in a castle. Someone who won't flinch at the echoes of old battles or the ghosts of kingdoms conquered. Someone who fits your world without having to carve herself into new shapes.
I'm leaving because I won't risk becoming that colder version of myself, not to you, and not to the memory of what we almost were. And before you search for a deeper meaning: there is none. This is simply the truth I've come to accept.
Please don't follow me.
Let this be the final kindness between us.
She signed her name and sealed the letter. She left the letter beside him in his bed, along with her necklace. She knew it was a lie. She could never grown cold towards him. Being in the castle or around him could never change her feelings for him or her happiness. but that was just the thing, she was happy with him. She loved him, adored him. And that was what she was running from. Love.
Caspian had hesitantly let her go, knowing that now she won't run. She takes a few more moments to think of what to say to him. She walks over the the window, watching the harsh sea rock the ship. She sighs.
"I did lie in my letter." She says, not meeting his eyes. "I wasn't scared of hating life in the castle, I was scared of us..." He slowly stepped beside her, watching her as she watches the ocean.
"Scared of us?" He asks. She nods, finally looking over at him.
"I was scared of what we were becoming..." She felt a few tears fall at the confession. His heart broke at her words, his mind started racing. Thinking of what he could've possibly done to make her feel like this. She could see it, his overthinking. "I was scared because I had fallen in love with you, Cas." His mind came to a halt at her words.
"You were what?" He asks. She looked down at her shoes, glaring her throat before looking back up at him.
"I am in love with you, Caspian." She says through her shaky voice. "That is terrifying." more and more tears fall as she finally breaks down her walls for him.
"Why is that so scary?" She can hear the hurt in his voice. She shook her head, her hands fly up to wipe her tears.
"Because everything that I have ever loved has been taken from me. It has been destroyed. I don't want that to happen again. No matter how much I love you, I won't let myself gain something that can be taken from me. Not again." She goes on through her tears. Her heart shatters at all of the thoughts coming to her at once. Her village, the fact that she hurt the man she loved, the loss of her family.
"There is always that chance in anything you do. That shouldn't be a reason you run from happiness." He argues. He says her name, stepping towards her. He tested the water for a second before his hand comes up to cup her face. "I'm right here, I do not plan on leaving." She cries, finally melting into his touch. Her hands rest against his chest and his other hand finds her waist.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." She start apologizing through her cries. He pulls her closer, resting his head against hers. He shushes her softly.
"I'm here, it is all going to be fine, now." He presses a few soft kisses to her head.
"I'm sorry" was all she could let out through her cries. She can't undo what she had done, she knew that. But she would spend forever trying to make up for it if she could. He shook his head, lifting her head so she could meet his eyes.
"I love you." He tells her, she smiles sadly.
"I love you too" She says. He smiles, running his thumb along her cheekbone. He lets go of her for a second to walk over to the same chest he had gotten her clothes from. He grabs a small pouch out of it before walking over to her again.
"I had this made for you before you left, I was planning on presenting it in a much more extravagant way but..." He opens the pouch and takes out a gold ring. The band had vine like designs on it with a few small stones along it. The center held a pink stone. The ring mimicked a flower almost, perfectly fitting for the grand Duchess of the flower kingdom. Her eyes lit up and she looked up at him in shock.
"Caspian..." She called out as he took her hand, dropping down to his knee. He said her name, she let out a shaky breath. A tearful smile painted her face.
"I know you ran because you were afraid, and I'm sorry if I ever did anything to provoke those feelings. But I've searched every corner of my kingdom, every shadow of my heart, and I swear to you: there is no version of my future that feels whole without you standing in it. You don't have to be duchess here. You don't have to fit any shape but your own. If you choose me...then I will make sure Adderfield flowers grow again." He smiles, she lets out a laugh through her tears. "I promise to build you a home that feels safe, a place you can breathe. A place where you don't feel the need to run. I love you, endlessly. My heart chose you, and it hasn't stopped. Not for a single moment."
His speech drew more tears from her. Her other hand came to cover her mouth as she cried.
"I know this might be poor timing." He joked, she laughed. "But, will you marry me?" He asked. She dropped to her knees in front of him, taking his face in her hands. She wasted no time, she pressed her lips to his. He accepted the kiss, using his hand to pull her closer. She felt every bit of doubt leave her mind as their lips met. She knew he was hers, she knew from the very beginning. This was the man she loved with all of her heart. She pulled away and rested her head on his.
"Yes" She says softly. He smiles, pressing his lips to hers once more. When they pull away, he helps her stand up with him. He takes her hand and slides the ring on. She smiles down at it. He lifts the hand up to press his lips right above where the ring set on her finger. He gazed into her eyes, pulling her closer to him.
"No more running." He gently commands. She smiles, lifting a hand to rest on his cheek. She shakes her head.
"I'm done running." He smiles bigger, leaning forward and meeting her lips once more. This was it for them, they were it for each other. She was his bride.
summary: apparently, every man you work with has this obsession with kissing your cheek. it never bothered you…unless it was the man who you were in love with.
warning: none, just tooth-rotting fluff. no use of y/n
a/n: ngl this didn’t turn out like I imagined it but, oh well, here you go.
Never in her life, would she have thought that being close to her co stars would cause this much ruckus. She was always a touchy person, always close to the ones she called her friends. Working on a show for almost ten years, she was bound to grow close to her colleagues. Apparently…friends aren’t allowed to kiss your cheek.
It all started with a TikTok. It was simple, innocent. It wasn’t meant to be taken in any rude way. It was just a compilation of clips. Some from red carpets, some from behind the scenes, some from silly interviews. Every clip, there was always someone who gave her a kiss on the cheek.
The first clip was from season two filming, Gaten and Noah were on either side of her face. They plopped very quick, innocent kisses on her cheeks. The second clip was from the season 3 premiere. She was posing with Joe (Keery). He cracked a joke and she laughed. He went to tell her bye and, of course, he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. The third clip was from a season four convention with Jamie. He had teased her and her face showed mock hurt. He immediately wrapped his arms around her shoulders and gave her a kiss on the cheek, telling her he loved her and he was just kidding.
The last few clips, those were the ones that probably may have crossed the “friendship” line. At least, to the fans. The fifth clip was from the season four premiere. Joesph and her were posing for a picture, his arm slung protectively around her waist. He said something to her and she just smiled at him. He pressed two quick kisses on her cheek, her hand flying up to his chest as she giggled. The sixth clip was from the recent Fantastic Four premiere (which Joe invited her to obviously). This was their first time seeing each other in months. He ran up to her as she posed in her sparkly blue dress. He immediately greeted her with a few kisses on her cheek.
The last clip, that one was the icing on the cake. Her and Joe were posing for a picture at the Fantastic Four premiere. He turns and just looks at her, a look that was way beyond simple platonic love in his eyes. She turned and smiled at him, he just mumbled something before pressing, you guessed it, a kiss to her cheek. Obviously, fans went wild.
They have shipped her and Joe since 2022, when Joe’s character, Eddie Munson, was introduced. Eddie and her character, Alice Harrington, have a small relationship in the show. Obviously, with his character dying at the end of the season, it was a very short lived relationship. But given that this was her first love interest in four seasons, the fans went wild.
Obviously, playing lovers on screen, fans were bound to ship them online. The text in the video said:
Every mans obsession with kissing her 🤭
The caption said her name and “the woman that you are” she saw the video, obviously. She was pretty active on TikTok. She didn’t say anything about it. She hoped that it was just a one time observation. That is until today.
Her and Jamie had an interview together to promote season five of Stranger Things. The interview was going normal. Just the usual questions about their characters. A few jokes about Vecna and the upside down. It was all normal, until the interview brought it up. She said her name to get her attention.
“So there seems to be this trend going around. Everyone seems to be finding clips of you being showered in kisses” the interviewer smiles. Jamie laughs, she does too. Although, hers is more of an awkward laugh.
“Oh um…didn’t realize it was a trend.” She laughs some more.
“So you’ve seen it?”
“I have, I only saw one video. I thought it was cute.” She smiled, the interviewer just giggled.
“So tell us, what is everyone’s obsession with kissing you?” She teases. She just laughs and throws her head back. Jamie smiles and looks over at her.
“Um…i honestly couldn’t tell you.” She smiles. “I think that we’re all just one big family, so we kind of just do things like that. No one ever really bats an eye at it.”
Jamie shakes his head “Yeah, when I do it, it’s more of her being like my sister.” She smiles over at him.
“Yeah, and obviously my brother on the show, Joe, does it in that same way. Just like a sibling.” She explains.
“That’s sweet. Gaten and Noah were so little in that one clip.” The interviewer says. She laughs.
“Yeah, they were my babies. It’s funny, that clip was actually a joke. Gaten and Noah used to always have this competition to see who I loved more and I always told them I loved them both. They finally had come to terms with that then and we were taking a picture together.” Jamie let out an “aww” at this confession and she smiled even bigger.
“How adorable.” The interviewer says.
“Like I said, we’re all family. I’ve always been close with my co stars.”
“I can see…” the interviewer smiles. “You did leave out one person though.” She can feel the heat rising to her face. She knew she did that intentionally, she was just hoping it wouldn’t be brought up.
See the thing was, despite saying they were just friends, she always had a crush on Joseph. He would always hold her hand on set, give her the biggest hugs after every scene, shower her in kisses of course. At first, she just chalked it up to that being how he expresses his love to friends. After a while, she started to realize it had a much bigger effect on her. She tried not to let it get to her head. He was just her friend.
But…if he was just her friend, then why did his touch linger a little longer than it should’ve? Why did he memorize her coffee order and bring her one every day on set? Why did he always call her “darling” or “love” or “babe” Why did he look at her the way he did? Everyone knew she loved him, everyone but him. No one said anything though, they wanted them to figure it out.
Jamie cleared his throat, noticing her discomfort.
“Everyone is really close, we’re all good friends.” He says. He just leaves it at that. She locks eyes with him, giving him a look that said “thank you” He just nods and gently grabs her hand, rubbing it a little for comfort.
She tried not to let all the interviews get to her. She was constantly being asked questions about her relationship with Joe. Everyone wanting Eddie and Alice to be endgame in real life. She always gave a perfectly polished answer. Thank god for media training.
Truth be told, she hadn’t talked to him in weeks. They were both just so busy. She wanted to talk, god she so wanted to talk to him. However, they were in two different places, doing two different things. There was no time. It killed her.
Today, she finally got a small break. She was in London for press, but today was a rest day. She was in her hotel room, just laying down and resting. Doing press tour was so much fun, but it was also so draining. She was halfway through her movie when her phone pinged. She read who it was from and her eyes widened.
Joe Joe <3: It’s funny how you forgot to mention that you would be in London this week 🤔
She almost dropped her phone. How did he know? She has to take a minute before she can respond.
Didn’t realize you would want to know 🫣
She presses send and tosses her phone away from her. A moment passes before her phone dings again. She sighs and decides to just look at it.
Joe Joe <3: Of course I would want to know that, darling. I kind of want to see you.
Her stomach flipped and her face heated up. Gosh, did he have to use that name? Did he have to call her that? He wanted to see her?! Why did he want to see her?! Does she even want to see him?!
Well I have a rest day today
She types it out and sends it. God, was she really doing this? Did she really want to see him today? Why was he even in London? She thought he was filming something right now. As her mind races, her phone pings.
Joe Joe <3: Perfect. I’ll pick you up in about 30 minutes ❤️
Holy shit, she was really doing this. She sends him what hotel she’s at and then jumps up to start getting ready. Fuck, she was actually doing this. What was she going to say? What were they going to do? This wasn’t a premiere that she could just be short with him at. This was real one on one time.
Real one on one time with the man she was hopelessly in love with…
She got a text that he was there. She paced in her room for a second before finally deciding to head downstairs. She made her way down, slowly but surely, wondering if she should turn back. She walked through the lobby and out the doors before she had enough time to chicken out. She looked around for a second before her eyes landed on him. Suddenly, all the anxiety flew out the window.
He spotted her in an instant and smiled so big. He slowly started walking towards her, hands behind his back, waiting for her to decide their greeting. She didn’t think twice before bolting towards him and wrapping him in a hug. He barely had time to think before his wrapped around her waist. He lifted her off the ground a little and she giggled.
“You’re here” he said, as if it was all just a dream. She smiled at the soft tone of his voice. She pulled back, just smiling at him.
“Long time no see” she teased, he just shook his head before planting a kiss on her cheek. Damn it, she’s never beating the allegations. Heat rushed to her face and she held his arm as they started walking.
“Too long if you ask me, I missed seeing that beautiful smile of yours” God, if only he knew the effect his words had on her. She just smiled and kept walking with him. They walked around the block. Just taking in the sights.
She stayed close to him, still wrapped around his arm to keep warm. He just smiled letting her do it. They stayed silent for a bit. It was comfortable, like they had just fallen back into their usual rhythm of things. She finally broke the silence.
“So…how did you know I was here?” She asked. He looked at her with his soft smile.
“Um…because I asked Jamie.” He replied. Her face scrunched in confusion.
“Why did you ask him and not me?” She tried not to sound offended, but given that she was supposedly closer to him, it felt like a punch to the throat.
“Well…” he had to think about what he was going to say, as if he was holding back some information. “I had a break from filming. I decided that I wanted to see you, especially after that interview…”
She’s even more confused now.
“What interview?” She stops walking and just turns to face him. He does the same. She lets go of him and just studies his face.
“The one you and Jamie did. Where you were asked about everyone kissing you.” She crossed her arms and hummed.
“What about it?” She was skeptical, she hoped that this wasn’t some way to friend zone her, because this was sure a shitty way to do it. He hesitated, looking down before back up at her.
“What do you think when I do it?” He asked. She couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
“So, let me get this straight. You asked Jamie where we were gonna be for press, flew there, asked to hang out, just to ask me what I think about you kissing my cheek?” She giggles. He feels a bit embarrassed now that she worded it like that.
“Just, humor me.” He grins back, he liked how she teased him. She hesitated, it was now or never. She could easily lie, say it didn’t bother her because he was just her friend. However, it was so hard to lie about him to the media, let alone to his face. She sighed.
“Honestly…I kind of hate it.” His face drops. She feels the awkward tension start to build up. She looks down at her shoes, trying to find a way to word her feelings.
“Oh…” is all he can let out. She looks back up at him and lets out a breath.
“I hate it because it’s not the same with you as it is for the others.” His face now scrunched in confusion. He folded his arms.
“What does that mean?” He asks. She lets her arms fall. One hand comes up to punch the bridge of her nose. She knows she needs to tell him.
“Because, I’m not in love with everyone else.” Then there was nothing but silence, dead silence between them. He looked shocked, she felt the embarrassment start to creep up.
“Joe, I love you.” She throws her arms a bit, like she’s just given up. “I can’t pretend anymore, and this may fuck everything up, but I can’t pretend to be okay with this anymore.” She motions between them.
“The way you talk to me, the way you touch me, all of it. It drives me crazy, and I just can’t handle it. It’s always been different with you. That’s why I couldn’t answer the question. I can’t lie about you.” She explains. He just stands and listens to her. She takes this as her answer. She just sighs and tries to walk away.
Before she can, he gently grabs her wrist and drags her back into his chest.
“Don’t I get to say something?” He says in a low tone, they were so close now, so close that if some one just leaned forward their lips would collide. He takes her hand and places it on his chest. His hands drop to her waist.
“Has it not been obvious that I’m head over heels in love with you?” He smiles, teasing her. Her eyes light up and she smiles. She can’t help but swat at his chest.
“You asshole! I thought you were mad at me!” He just laughs and brings one hand up to tuck her hair behind her ear. His hands drop rests on her cheek.
“When I kiss you…” he looks into her eyes with nothing but pure adoration. “It’s because I want to savor the moments I have with you. I always did it as a way to test the waters. I never wanted to rush you in anyway.” She felt her heart jump in her chest.
“Now that we’re on the same page though…” he smiles and bumps her nose with his. She just smiles and tilts her head up, giving him his signal. He can’t help the stupid school boy smile he has on his face as he presses his lips to hers. It was so gentle, yet so full of love. They smiled against each other’s lips and she couldn’t help but laugh.
“God, we’re such idiots” He nods and presses one more quick peck to her lips.
“So stupid, darling. But, now we’re together and that is all that I care about.” He rubs his thumb along her cheek bone.
“Together? I have no recollection of you asking me out, Mr. Quinn.” She teases.
“Was that not what this was?” He teases right back. She just shakes her head and laces her fingers through his as they start walking again. Sure, there was probably plenty of paparazzi or fans who just got all of that on camera. But, they didn’t care.
He just kept pressing sweet kisses to her cheek as the walked.
summary: There’s one thing that the Human Torch hates most in this world…and that’s a reporter who drags his name through the mud. It’s not your fault you think he’s a narcissistic piece of shit who rides his family’s coat tail. When an article comes out about how much of a bad “hero” he is, he can’t help but want to absolutely blow up at you. He hated…no despised you…but if he hated you so much, then why was he constantly thinking about how absolutely sexy you are?
warnings: SMUT (read at your own risk), male masturbation, oral (f receiving), p in v, kind of dirty talk?, swearing, hate sex, no use of y/n
a/n: here’s my first try at smut, lmk how I did. Also I made up a mission and jimmy choos weren’t created until the 90s so this doesn’t really have a time frame. Let’s just say it’s more modern lol.
The Baxter Building was peaceful. Everyone was just in their own little world. Reed in his lab, Sue playing with Franklin, Ben reading beside her. A very rare silence throughout the building. That was all until Johnny came storming in.
“What the hell is this!” He comes in waving a magazine in the air. Sue and Ben snap their heads towards the angry man. He slams the magazine down on the coffee table. The cover alone drew a giggle out of Sue. Johnny’s eyes immediately cut to her.
“This is not funny Susan!” He warns. She tries to cover her smile as she looks at him. Ben holds in his laughter as well. The cover of the magazine was a picture of Johnny from a talk show he went on earlier that week…where he talked about himself…a lot. The cover read:
Human Torch? More Like Human Trainwreck
“Why would someone say this about me?!” He groans and starts pacing. Sue just sighs.
“It’s not that bad” She tries to make it better. Johnny just glares at her.
“Oh it’s not that bad, huh? That’s not even the worst part! Turn to page 5.” He directs. Ben picks the magazine up and turns to the directed page. More pictures of Johnny and an article about him.
If you tuned into The Morning Spark this week hoping for some inside scoop on the Fantastic Four’s latest mission, you probably walked away with secondhand embarrassment and a ringing reminder that Johnny Storm’s favorite topic has never been “saving the world.” It’s Johnny Storm.
The man slid into that studio chair like he was arriving at his own coronation, flashing that camera-ready smile that could blind a small village. And when the host lobbed their first question — something soft, something sweet, something about world safety — Johnny pivoted so fast you could hear the ego shift.
“Oh, the mission?” he laughed, brushing a hand through hair that definitely took a team of stylists, “Yeah, yeah, we handled it. But can we talk about how great I looked in that new suit?”
And that was the tone for the next twenty minutes. Not a word about the collapsing skybridge his team actually repaired. Not a hint about the giant burrowing mech-worm tearing through Midtown (shoutout to Ben and Sue for literally stopping that thing with nothing but grit and trauma bonding). Not even a crumb about Reed nearly spraining his entire torso stretching himself into a human slingshot to redirect debris.
Johnny? Johnny posed.
He talked about his hair.
He talked about his jawline.
He flirted with the staff.
He winked at the host so aggressively we’re still checking for HR paperwork.
And when the host did bring up the mission — the one where the team had to stabilize the magnetic core inside a toppled broadcast tower — Johnny’s contribution was, allegedly, “moral support.” Translation: he hovered nearby, flames on low, basically using his powers as mood lighting.
And honestly? Fair.
Look, Johnny Storm is undeniably pretty — face-card never declines, hair bouncing like it’s in a shampoo commercial filmed on the sun. But if you’re out here thinking you can fix him, or date him, or even get a text back? Girl, no. Run. Flee. Escape like Reed escaping a conversation about emotions.
Johnny Storm is a wildfire with an ego problem — gorgeous, blazing, destructive, and absolutely not OSHA-approved. For those considering him romantically: you deserve someone who knows how to extinguish drama, not create it.
To Reed, Sue, and Ben: thoughts and prayers.
To the rest of us: stay hydrated, stay sane, and keep a safe distance from the Human Torch.
You will get burned — and he won’t even notice.
“Well damn” Ben said, closing the magazine.
“Exactly!” Johnny huffs. “I helped during that attack! Did no one see me help the civilians find shelter?! And I did not just talk about me during that talk show!” Sue and been look at each other then back at him.
“You kind of did” Sue told her brother. Johnny groaned and ran his hands down his face.
“Whoever wrote this is so stupid! Whoever wrote this clearly doesn’t know a hero when they see one.” He paces back and forth, contemplating what to do. Then he gets an idea. He yanks the magazine from Ben’s hand and flips to the back. He finds all the credits and his eyes flick down to where it says Fantastic Four News his eyes scan until he finds the writer for that category. Once he finds the name he immediately says it out loud, nothing but hate in his tone. He was going to make her pay.
The Flare Magazine headquarters was absolutely buzzing this time of day. As for their soon-to-be journalist of the year, she was just getting back from her lunch break. She held her purse on her elbow, coffee cup in her hand, sunglasses still on as she clicked through the office in her royal blue Jimmy Choo’s. She buzzed into her floor, she greets the front desk worker who stops her to tell her that she had someone waiting in her office for her. She hummed, she wasn’t expecting anyone today.
She walks farther into the office, passing a few of her colleagues who give her a polite nod. She rounds the corner and spots her office door, her name plate shiny and gold perched on the door. She opened the door and is immediately greeted by an all too familiar back. She grins, seeing him look at her degrees that hung like trophies on the wall. She clears her throat and he turns around. She raises her glasses and perches them on her perfectly styled hair.
“Good Afternoon, Mr. Storm. I didn’t know you had an appointment.” She smirked. His breath was caught in his throat. He wasn’t expecting someone so captivating to write something so horrible. He cleared his throat, feeling a little flustered now.
“I’m sorry ma’am, i should’ve called first. However this was urgent.” He regains his confidence and sits down in the chair across from hers. She walks around her desk to her side. He can’t help but notice the confident sway of her hips.
“Oh I knew it would be” She placed her purse in its respective location and sat her coffee on her desk. She didn’t take a seat yet though. She takes her glasses off her head and fidgets with them for a second. Johnny noticed the mischievous smirk she gave. Oh she knew what she had done. And she couldn’t care less.
“I’m sorry Miss,” he trails off until he finds her last name off her degrees and says it. “But I think you may have gotten the wrong idea about me. See I’m not this playboy that everyone thinks I am” he explains. She just hums and tilts her head.
“See, I would believe that…if only I was one of your hopeless fan girls.” She throws her glasses down on the table and starts circling her desk. “See Mr, Storm, I’m one of the top journalists here at Flare Magazine, did you know that?” She asks, stopping right behind him.
“No” he says, growing heavily impatient with her.
“Well now you do, I’m actually nominated for Journalist of the year this year.” She continues as she walks around to the small space in front of him. She leans on her desk, her legs now in between his spread ones. He now had full, up close, view of her body in that dress of hers. It clung to her curves in a tasteful way, still office appropriate, but sexy nevertheless.
“Do you think that I would be where I am if I wrote a bunch of crap and sent it to the editors?” He doesn’t respond, just glares at her. “Mhm, right.”
She leans forward a little, examining his face.
“Like I said in my article, you sure are pretty…” He doesn’t understand why his body reacted the way it did. His heart rate picked up, his palms were sweating, and his eyes scanned her face. Hot damn, she was gorgeous. From the color of her eyes to the pout of her lips. Gosh they looked so soft. He wonders what they would feel like wrapped around his-
Wait, no. No, No, No. He is not going there. This is the same woman who dragged him with her article.
“However, pretty only gets you so far, Torchy. Your lack of heroism shines way brighter than your perfect smile. And, I’m so sorry, but if you came here expecting me to drop on my knees and apologize for writing the truth…” She now braces her hands on the arms of his chair, her face so close to his now. “You have another thing coming for you, Mr. Storm.”
He could feel the shift in his eyes before he could even say anything. This woman was horrendous, she was absolutely disgusting. He couldn’t believe she would write what she did about him. He leans forward, hands grabbing her arms and lightly pushing her back up. He backs her back into the table slowly.
“Listen here, I want you to fix this mess you made. I don’t deserve to have my name slandered when all I have ever done for this city is risk my life. You don’t understand or know anything. So I suggest you erase this. Otherwise, that journalist of the year award will go down the drain because I will make sure you do not have a job at any company, ever.”
She does nothing but giggle and shrug his hands off of her. She raises one of her hands and toys with the collar of his shirt.
“How cute…you think I’m scared of you.” She lightly shoves him back. “You may be this city’s “hero” but you don’t have that kind of power. I’ve worked here for longer than this city has known you as the Human Torch. You can’t get rid of me.” He feels as if he was about to blow up. He has to make sure he doesn’t have any flames on just yet. She was right, he can’t get her fired. He can’t do anything about this. Plan A didn’t work. She can’t be charmed.
“You are a cold blooded woman” He glares. She just smirks.
“That’s why I am where I am. That’s why I can live the lavish life I dreamed. Because I stopped caring about the appearance and looked for truth.” She pushes off her desk. “Now unless you have an appointment, Mr. Storm, I have to ask you to leave.”
All he can do is shoot her one last look of hatred and turn towards the door. This wasn’t over, not in the slightest. She was going to pay.
It’s a shame though, she was so hot.
It’s been days. The article is still out, it’s still taunting him. Thank god he has such loyal fans. Otherwise he would be screwed. His family, however, is staying out of it. They don’t agree with some of it…but he is a bit of a playboy. No one can deny it. Reed felt bad though. He knew that this messed up Johnny’s image just a bit. So he decided to try and fix it.
He found Flare Magazines contact information and called them. He asked to speak with the writer of the article and was re directed to her line. She picks up and introduces herself.
“Who am I speaking with?” Her sincere voice sounded like honey, but he knew that was the professionalism part of her job.
“Hi ma’am, this is Reed Richards. I was calli-“ she cut him off before he could even finish.
“Ahh Mr. Fantastic, what a pleasure. I sure hope this call has nothing to do with my article on your dear brother in-law.” She smirks, kicking her feet on her desk. Reed sighs on the other end.
“Look, some of it was true, yes. However, you don’t truly know him. He is much more than that.” He tries to reason. He hears her groan on the other end.
“Mr. Richards, I’m sorry, but I had a job to do. I pulled my content from the resources that were available. And those resources didn’t help his case. When people read my work, they read it because they know I don’t lie. That is what I built my entire career off of. So, once again, I’m sorry. But I need you, and your family to stop calling me and this office about this matter” Reed almost gives up, until he gets an idea.
“Okay, wait. I have an idea that can give everyone what they want.” She almost hangs up, but this peaked her interest. She hums and he continues.
“What if you follow him around for a few days? You know, immersive journalism. You can get what you want, while also seeing that Johnny is way different from what you originally perceived.” He offers. He knew Johnny would hate this, but if it helps the situation, he’s gonna have to do it. She thinks for a second, she really doesn’t like doing this, but if it gets them to stop nagging her about it then she’ll do it.
“What’s in it for me?” She asks
“Other than an exclusive interview with the Fantastic Four?” He responds. She scoffs.
“Mr. Richards, my schedule is very busy. I’m not sure I will have time for something that isn’t going to come with some form of compensation.” Reed rolls his eyes, no wonder Johnny hates her. He groans.
“I’ll mention your amazing work to your boss and tell them to give you a bonus.” She thinks, Mr. Fantastic telling her boss that she is an amazing journalist and telling him to give her a raise seems like a great step towards Journalist of the year.
“Deal” she accepts. How hard could it be? She knows that Johnny is going to prove her right, and now she gets more money just to prove it.
The sun was shining through the big window in Johnny’s room. He was sound asleep, trying to snag just a few more minutes of peaceful slumber. All of that was ruined with a sharp knock on his door. He groans yelling something about five more minutes. There was another knock that makes him groan louder. He finally gets up and walks towards his door.
“Damn it Sue, just let me sle-“ he expected to see his sister, or Reed, or Ben, he’ll even H.E.R.B.I.E. The last person he thought would be standing there was her. With her little mischievous grin, in her black dress that hugged her perfectly, heels clearly brand new and probably some expensive brand. She saunters in with her pen and notebook in hand.
“Rise and Shine, Mr. Storm. We have work that needs to be done.” He rubs his eyes hoping this was just a nightmare. A big, extremely hot, nightmare. And of course, it wasn’t. She was very real and very much standing in the middle of his room.
“Why the hell are you here?!” He asks, trying to figure out what witch he pissed off to curse him like this. She just smiles and looks around his room.
“Well, Reed had this amazing idea that I should come and stay with you guys for a few days just so I can truly understand Johnny” she says in a fake sincere voice. Johnny rolls his eyes, taking a mental note to murder Reed later.
“So you’re staying here just to write another article about me?” He crosses his arms over his chest. She hums and takes a few steps towards him.
“Hope you don’t mind. I mean, after all, you did want me to clean up the mess I made, right?” Those were his words, but coming out of her mouth sounded different. Good different. It sounded almost…sexual. His eyes drop to her mouth again. God, her mouth was so pretty. Her eyes were too, and her hair. He can just imagine his hands gripping it as she suc-
No. He can’t be thinking this. Not about her. Anyone else but her. She was awful. She was a hazard. That was the best word for her. Hazardous.
“Once you see how great I actually am, I want you out. Do you understand?” He says in a low demanding voice. She feels her thighs squeeze together at his tone. Lord, she hated that he was so full of himself. If he wasn’t, maybe she would fall to her knees like every other girl in the city. Her eyes look him over. They landed on his arms, the arms that were currently crossed. The arms that flexed, showing his biceps. Damn, she could just imagine his arm wrapped around her neck as he fu-
What the hell? Johnny Storm? No, absolutely not. She diverted her gaze and cleared her throat. Finding some composure, she turns back to him. Her little smirk comes back to her face.
“Yes sir” she mockingly salutes him. He tried not to audibly groan at her words. She slowly walks past him, lightly brushing his shoulder with hers.
“Oh but, Mr. Storm?” He turns his head to meet her gaze. Their faces are so close. If they leaned in anymore their lips would collide. He hums in annoyance, trying not to show her the effect she has on him.
“Make sure you’re on your best behavior. Wouldn’t want me to make another mess, right?” She was mocking him. Teasing him. She walks away, he watches her and tries not to admire the sway of her hips. Or her ass in that dress. Fuck. He hated her.
He hated everything about her. He especially hated how turned on he just got at her words.
Despite the morning that he had, Johnny was actually having a good day. It was all going smoothly. Obviously she was following him everywhere he went. Her heels against the floors were starting to make his ear hurt. He wanted her gone, but he knew that she was the only one who could fix the public image he now has. He just wished that she could have done it outside of his home.
He was currently in his room, working on modifying the teams suits. She was sitting on his bed, watching him carefully. She was staring to get bored. Maybe this was a bad idea. She groans and tosses her pen and notebook aside. His eyes snap to her.
“What?” He asks as if he was annoyed by her, which he was.
“This is getting boring. Can’t you just accept that I was right and move on?” He scoffs and shakes his head.
“You just can’t seem to understand that you don’t know everything. Maybe you need to accept the fact that you’re a know it all” her teasing persona changes and she immediately glares at him.
“It’s not being a know it all if it’s true.” By now, he’s had enough. He slams his designs down and stand up.
“You’re a real pain in the ass, you know that?” She doesn’t falter, she stays in her position on his bed, using her hands to lean back and prop her up. She rolls her eyes.
“Not the first time I’ve heard that, Torchy” She responds.
“You don’t get it. I bust my ass everyday. I have to constantly try to earn my spot on this team and I’m already here. You don’t see that though, you don’t see how hard I work. All you see is the girls and the looks and the one mission that didn’t capture me rescuing civilians.” Her confidence falters a bit at his words. She hates to admit it, but he’s right. She only saw that one mission after she got assigned to the new section of the magazine. She only saw a pretty face and fan girls. She straightened up a bit.
“Then why don’t you show that side of you? When I watched that talk show, all you did was talk about the superficial things.” He sighs and she can see him calming down.
“Keeping this…confident, flirty, thing I have going on is what keeps me likable. People don’t want to know that I shut down when I feel like I did a shit job. People don’t want to know that I kick myself for every mistake I make.” That’s when she sees it, that flicker of humanity that she was looking for all along. Right now, he’s not narcissist, playboy, Human Torch. He’s just Johnny. Someone who fights to feel like he belongs. She feels like a total bitch now.
“I get it…” She says, his eyes snap back to her, confused a bit. “Being a woman working in a man’s world has always felt like that for me. I’ve had to fight to get to where I am now. It’s hard, working my way up the ladder. But I’m finally here…that’s why I needed to write something that kept my reputation as the star journalist.” Johnny sees the attitude she used to have completely fall when she says this. He sees the side of her that earned her job. Despite her cold demeanor, she’s still human.
“Guess we both kind of misunderstood each other” he hums, as if he made a discovery. He looks her up and down, she does the same. The tension was so thick. They were across the room from one another, but both of their gazes were hot.
He imagined it would be like to walk across the room and push her farther down onto the bed. What she looks like under that dress, what her moans would sound like. He wonders how her lips would feel against his, what her legs would feel like wrapped around his waist.
She can’t help but think about his body on top of hers. What his hot skin would feel like. What his hands would feel like. God his hands, they made her thighs squeeze at the sight. Her eyes drift down to his jeans, she can see a faint out line of his bulge. Holy fuck, was he turned on right now? Oh my god, was she turned on right now?
Before the tension could grow anymore, Ben opens the door and tells them it was dinner time. They snap out of their trance and immediately straighten up. Ben mutters something about them being weird before walking away. Johnny just shakes his head, as if that would help the fact he was just eye fucking this reporter that he supposedly hated.
Johnny couldn’t get her out of his head. She was constantly clouding his thoughts now. That little moment they had kept replaying in his head. God he hated her, why would she do this to him? She made him see a side of her that he actually felt sympathy for. Damn it she was just so hot too. And he was still so turned on.
Throughout dinner, he tried to hide the obvious bulge in his pants. He was painfully hard. He need release. After he sort of helped clean up, he immediately ran to his room. He thought he swung the door shut, but he was too in his head to check. He started palming himself through his pants. Fuck, he hated you. So much.
He hated your perfect smile, your perfect eyes, perfect hair, perfect body. He hated all of it. He hated it because he didn’t hate it. He craved it. He needed it. He needed your mouth, your hands, your body.
He doesn’t think twice before unzipping his pants and sitting on his bed. He needed release. He wrapped his hand around his rock hard cock and slowly starting moving it up and down.
“Fuck…” he softly groans. He was in his own little world. He didn’t even hear the click of heels beside his bedroom door. She came looking for him to wrap up her day of watching him. She stopped by the cracked door, she knew she shouldn’t have looked. She should’ve knocked. But the door was cracked and then she heard a soft moan…of her name.
She looked through the crack to see Johnny…masturbating…and moaning her name. She should walk away, she should burst in and call him disgusting. She totally should, but fuck. He was just so hot. And his dick…god her mouth was watering.
“Ahh, fuck” he moaned as he got closer to finishing. That was her signal to walk away. She quickly ran off and into the guest room she was staying in. Meanwhile, Johnny softly moaned her name as he finished. His breathing was heavy as he came down from his high.
He fucking hated her so much.
The next morning, she woke up with a mission. Not only was she going to do the best damn job of her life, but she was going to get Johnny to admit she turned him on. She knew what to do, she’s seduced many men in her life. It’s not hard to do. Men are easy.
She got dressed in her favorite royal blue dress. It was a little loose around the top, but the skirt was what made it sexy. It was short, not too short, but enough to make a man’s head spin, it also hugged her hips and ass just right. The color was also just absolutely stunning on her. She would usually wear some form of tights with this dress…but not today. Her legs were on fully display. Her soft skin was glowing.
She styled her hair and did her makeup in the way she knew would make him fold. She stepped into her heels and now she was ready for the day. She had her usual confident walk as she entered the kitchen for breakfast.
“Good Morning you guys” she grins at everyone. By now, Reed, Sue, and Ben had grown tired of her being there. Not because they hated her, but because Johnny did. And they were annoyed at his complaints. Johnny had his back turned to her, pouring some cereal into a bowl. He rolled his eyes at the sound of her voice. He felt her behind him.
She leaned up and looked over his shoulder.
“Simple man, huh Torchy?” She says. He doesn’t look up from his task.
“Oh fuck you.” He snaps back. It was a little less hateful today, more annoyed that she was that close.
“Yeah? Is that what you were thinking about last night?” She whispered, his eyes widened and he finally turns to look at her as she walks away. That’s when he sees what she was wearing. His eyes immediately drop down to her lower half. Hot damn…
“Earth to Johnny!” Ben yelled and Johnny snapped out of his trance.
“What?” He clears his throat.
“I asked if you were okay” he laughs, giving a knowing look. Johnny glances at her, she has her mischievous smirk. Of course she does, she knew what she was doing. Wait, did she see him last night? Fuck, oh fuck. He was absolutely fucked (and not in the way he wanted)
The day goes on, same as the day before. She follows him around as he goes about his life. This time, it feels different. She was teasing him. All day.
He would try to insult her, she’d turn it around and make it sound sexy. She would stand a little too close to him. She would make comments about his appearance and play it off like an insult. She knew what she was doing to him.
He fucking hated her.
“Have you changed your mind about me yet?” He asked abruptly as she was standing behind him, watching him watching him read. She grins.
“Hmm…I don’t know.” She knew she did. She knew that he wasn’t just some fuck boy to her anymore. He was actually…sweet. And stupid hot. Johnny rolled his eyes and stood up. He took slow steps towards her.
“You sure you don’t know?” She slowly backs away.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” She asks innocently. Her back hits the wall and he’s only two steps away from her. He tilts his head and looks her over.
“You seem to have a way with your words. It’s like everything you say is alluding to something else.”
She just shrugs and bites back her smirk.
“I don’t know what you mean, Torchy” That was his signal. He could see the look in her eyes. He slowly stepped forward, bringing his arm up to cage her in.
“You know what I mean…” he leans in close, face inches away from hers. “You know what you do to me…and that’s why I fucking hate you.” He whispers as his free hand goes to lightly trace up and down her arm. She feels the spot in between her legs start to soak her panties. His voice, his his voice.
She decides to just say what she thinks.
“If you hate me so much then why were you jacking off to the thought of me?” She asks with such a sultry tone. His pupils dilate at her words. He was embarrassed that she saw that, but she didn’t look like she minded.
“I hate you so much, because the thought of you turns me on.” His hand that was in her arm goes up to fully cage her against the wall now. Her face drops to something that shows she isn’t playing around anymore. She had what she needed to hear.
“I hate you too, Johnny.” Her saying his name is the final push. He didn’t even think before leaning in those few extra inches and crashing his lips in hers. It was heated, it was messy, and it was oh, so hot. Her hands drop her pen and notebook and fly up to grip his shirt and pull him closer. He drops his hands to her waist and uses his body to press her into the wall.
The kiss was anything but soft and sweet. It was full of hunger. Teeth clash, and she lets out a soft moan as Johnny slips his tongue past her lips. They fucking hated each other. One of her hands drifted up to run through his hair.
They need to breathe at some point, she’s the first to pull away. He starts pressing warm, wet, kisses along her jaw and down her neck.
“I can really see how much you hate me” she giggles. He squeezes her waist, mumbling against her neck.
“Shut up” he leans up, lips finding hers again. His hands drop to grab her thighs, hoisting her up into his hold. His lips never leave hers as he walks them over to his bed. He gently lays her down, hand cradling the back of her head.
He presses his body farther into hers. She feels how hard he is as he grinds into her. She moans, the friction driving her insane. His hands travel all over her body, as if he was trying to memorize every curve. Her hands fall to the hem of his shirt, pushing up to try and get it off.
He pulls back enough to rid himself of his shirt. She looks him up and down, earning a little smirk from him.
“Still hate me, baby?” She leans up, nose bump his.
“So fucking much” Her lips find his again. His hands find the zipper of her dress, he helps her get rid of it. He looks down at her lacy set she had under the dress this entire time. Fuck, he just wants to devour her.
She grins but before she could make a comment he starts pressing the same warm kisses down her body. His mouth finds the waistband of her panties and pulls back. Teasingly slow, his fingers hook through them and slide them down. He kisses back up her thighs, slowly.
She tilts her head back with a soft moan as he gets closer and closer to where she needs him. He can see her arousal, and he just can’t help himself.
“You hate me so much that you’re dripping wet for me, huh?” He teases. She wanted to tell him to fuck off, but before words could leave hers mouth, his tongue licks a strip through her soaking wet folds.
“Oh fuck-“ she moans. The sounds go straight to his core. She was so fucking sexy when she moaned. He needed to hear more. He starts devouring her pussy, eliciting more moans from her.
“Fuck-…Johnny…” she moans through her heavy breathing. The way she said his name, it just made him want to make her cry it out all night. He slips two fingers into her, his mouth now focusing on her bundle of nerves. The new feeling draws more moans from her.
“Keep making those sexy noises, baby” he directs against her pussy. The vibrations making her even closer to the edge.
“Johnny! Fuck, don’t stop!” He grins, her cries just sounded so pretty.
“You close?” He asks, she nods. She already had a fucked out look across her pretty face. He couldn’t wait to actually fuck her now. “Come on, baby. Come on my face, let me taste you.”
With a few more licks of his tongue and thrust of his fingers, she hit her climax. Her walls clench around his fingers and her moans slow down. When she’s fully released, he removes his fingers and lifts them to his mouth.
“Taste so good” he tells her. She lays back, catching her breath from her amazing orgasm. She gives Johnny time to undo his belts and drop his pants. She looks up, seeing his rock hard cock. God, it was even better than yesterday. She doesn’t have time to think before he spreads her legs a bit for him.
He leans over pressing a kiss to her jaw before moving his mouth to her ear.
“Just say no and I’ll stop right now.” She hates to admit that turned her on even more. Basically asking to fuck after he just ate her pussy was kind of hot. She shakes her head.
“I want to” He searches her eyes for any signs of discomfort. When he finds none, that was his sign to go all the way. His tip finds her entrance and she whines, needing him.
“Patient, baby.” He teases. She wants to snap back, but he pushes into her. The stretch made her head tilt back.
“Fuck!” She moans, her hands look for anything to grab. Johnny’s free hand grabs hers. He holds her hands above her head as he starts to draw back slowly. He pulls back until just the tip was in her. She thinks he’s just being slow to annoy her, she was going to say something, but then he slams back inside her. He sets a brutal pace.
“Such a pretty pussy, it’s a shame you have such a bad mouth.” All she can do is moan, despite wanting to say some smart shit back, she felt too good to care. “Talking shit about me, but now look at you. Basically begging for me to fuck you”
“Holy fuck” she moans, his cock hitting that spot deep inside her. He lets out a laugh.
“What are you gonna write after this, huh?” He teases. “You gonna write about how good my cock is making you feel right now?” He was being an asshole, and he knew it. He just loved the way that his words made her clench around him.
“Tell me you love it” he leans down to whisper in her ear. “Tell me you love how I’m fucking you.” She’s now a fucked out mess under him.
“I love it” she moans, he just chuckles.
“You love my dick but hate me? Funny isn’t it?” She really wanted to wipe the stupid grin off his face, but he was unfortunately right. She was getting so close, she needed him to keep up.
“So close…please” He laughs, his hips slowing down. She whines, trying to grind back down for friction.
“You want me to make you cum again?” She’s nods. He doesn’t move, he stays still, just smirking down at her.
“Damn it, Johnny! Stop being a piece of shi-“ his hard thrust cut her off. Making her cry out.
“If i would’ve known fucking you shuts you up then I would’ve done it sooner.” He pounds into her, making the headboard hit the wall repeatedly. “Would’ve bent you over your desk and made you re think that article.” His word just push her closer and closer. He was getting close himself too.
“You gonna cum for me, baby?” She just moans in response. He gives her a few more hard thrust before her walls clench around him and she comes crashing down. She cries out as she comes around him. This only drives him closer. His pace doesn’t falter as he gets himself off.
He groans into her neck as he gets closer. He barely pulls out. He paints her stomach with his cum. His head tilts back and god he looks so hot like that. He falls down next to her on the bed. Both of them trying to catch their breaths.
No one wants to speak, to break the silence. They just had sex, but they hated each other. Why would they fuck like that, if they hated each other? Johnny was so confused. She snaps him out of his thoughts.
“I’ll get them to take the article out of the magazine, and I’ll re write it” she says. His head snaps over to her. She rolls her eyes. “I’m not doing it because you just railed me. Everything you said and did yesterday made me change my mind. You are way more than what I thought, Johnny” he smiles, an actual genuine smile.
“Yours not so bad yourself. I think I just thought you were some fucked up reporter who was looking for a new way to make a big check.” She laughs. He looks down at her cum painted stomach and laughs.
“We should probably get cleaned up.” He goes to get up when her hand flies to his arm.
“We could…but, why clean up if we’re just gonna make another mess?” There’s that look again, god she was gonna be the death of him. He grins and rolls over on top of her.
“You’re such a hazard” he grins.
“You love it” she grins, nudging his nose with hers.
“I fucking hate it” with that, he crashes his lips into hers.
Safe to say, the article was taken care of…multiple times.
Heyyyy (cutely tucks hair) so I want to write something but like idk which to do first. Yall help me 😭
💙 Fire Hazard - Johnny Storm
There’s one thing that the Human Torch hates most in this world…and that’s a reporter who drags his name through the mud. It’s not your fault you think he’s a narcissistic piece of shit who rides his family’s coat tail. When an article comes out about how much of a bad “hero” he is, he can’t help but want to absolutely blow up at you. He hated…no despised you…but if he hated you so much, then why was he constantly thinking about how absolutely sexy you are?
Based off the song Anything But Love by Tate Mcrae
💚 Emerald City - Joseph Quinn
She was never insecure. I mean, why would she be? She was successful, kind, and absolutely beautiful. Not to mention, had some of the best friends ever. Joseph had been one of her closest friends for years. Her crush on him didn’t need to be talked about though, at least that’s what she kept telling herself. Though, if she didn’t tell him soon…it could lead to more and more heartbreak.
Based off the song Emerald City by Kelsea Ballerini (idc I luv this song)
Soooooooo which should I do???? You can send an emoji to my inbox orrrrrrr
could u do a oneshot w johnny where he's pining for fem/gn reader and they find themselves at a christmas party together and he gets jealous/possessive bc someone else is talking/flirting w them/making them laugh? doesn't necessarily have to be smut but idm 😇
All I Want for Christmas is You!
Johnny Storm x fem!reader
Word count: 3k Masterlist Moodboard
AN: thank you for the request! There is no description of reader or what she wears, pictures are just for the vibes!
It was always like this with Johnny. Flirtatious, charming, but no real meaning behind it.
You were standing in the Baxter Building penthouse kitchen waiting for Sue to come out of her room. You had been her assistant for years now, and had gotten comfortable with being in the team’s orbit.
Your job was demanding, and Sue trusted you, which meant your responsibilities only grew as the years went on. You had been working on tonight for months. The Fantastic 4 Christmas party.
You helped throw it every year, a thanks to the staff of the Building, the Future Foundation, and the team, with all their families. It was always a night you looked forward to. Dressing up, good drinks, and completely unwinding and embracing the holiday season.
You were scanning the to do list you had created while sipping a glass of white wine when you felt him enter the room.
“Well don’t you clean up nice,” he said leaning in and taking a sip from your wine glass.
You rolled your eyes and didn’t acknowledge him so close to you. He lingered a moment too long as he placed your glass back down next to you.
Your heart rate sped, which you equated to the minor crush you've held consistently since you started working for his older sister.
He leaned his elbow on the counter and looked at you, still much closer than he needs to be, “always working…” he clicked his tongue.
You took a deep breath, not looking up from your notebook because of the blush on your cheeks, “talk to my boss about it,” you said lightly.
He chuckled and took another casual sip of your wine.
Sue walks in then looking between you and Johnny, and rolling her eyes so hard your could practically hear the motion.
“Ready?” She asked, finally pulling your gaze from your notebook. You nodded and jumped off your stool, still avoiding Johnny’s gaze.
Sue watched Johnny watch you, he seemed mesmerized by the side of your face. You slid past Sue, oblivious to the interaction happening silently between the two siblings.
Johnny moved to follow you and Sue stepped in front of him in the doorway.
“Johnny can you just tell her already?” Sue whisper yelled. He looked over her head to make sure you couldn’t hear them.
“Tell her what Sue?” he whisper yelled back.
“I don’t know maybe that you’re in love with her?”
Johnny scoffed, making Sue whack him in the arm lightly.
“Someone else is going to do it if you don’t, she's an amazing girl. I’m sick of the doe eyes just make a move.”
Sue turned on her heels and made her way over to you before he could retort. Johnny sighed and rubbed his hand over where Sue just whacked him in the bicep.
The party was already in full swing by the time guests filtered into the main hall, the tree glowing soft gold against the tall windows and Christmas music was humming warmly beneath the chatter. You floated from group to group with your checklist tucked away, finally allowing yourself to just enjoy it.
You looked around and took in all the little details you had spent weeks planning. The themed drinks, the food, every inch of the room was covered in some sort of decoration. You sighed in relief at how everything fell into place.
Johnny had been following you with his eyes since the moment you stepped out of the kitchen, but he hadn’t approached yet. Probably because Sue’s little intervention had rattled him. You had no idea, of course. You only knew that every time you glanced across the room, he was already looking your way.
You pretended you didn’t notice.
He did not appreciate that.
While he was sipping on the dark liquor in his hand, a young guy around his age approached him.
“Ryan Mills, Future Foundation correspondent,” he introduced himself, extending his hand to Johnny.
Johnny politely shook it and smiled. They were having innocent small talk, until Ryan became bold.
“Listen, I don’t want to overstep here so let me know if this is weird,” Johnny tilted his head towards him, “is your sister’s assistant single?”
Johnny’s eyes widened at the question, “um.. Yeah I think so…”
Johnny stuttered as the words came out, of course you weren’t his and he knew that, but he didn’t want to say it out loud.
“Cool, maybe you can do an intro for me?”
Johnny knocked back the rest of the liquid in his glass, “um yeah if time allows it, great meeting you.” He nodded at Ryan and began to weave through the crowd, attempting to shake off the interaction.
Eventually, he made his move, knocking back another drink to gain his swagger back after his interaction with Ryan. You were standing by the dessert table, laughing with one of Reed’s interns about the mountain of gingerbread cookies you had over ordered,, when Johnny materialized beside you like a smug blond apparition and the intern disappeared into the crowd.
“Wow,” he said, leaning in so only you could hear, “didn’t know laughing was allowed on the clock.”
You narrowed your eyes. “Johnny. I am literally off the clock, we’re at a party.”
“Then I should get you all to myself,” he said, with a smile so perfect, it was almost unfair. His fingers brushed your forearm in a way that absolutely was not accidental.
You fought the heat that crept into your cheeks. “You should… mingle with your guests? For example,” you gestured at the crowded room with your hand that wasn’t holding a champagne flute.
“No,” he decided immediately, “I like mingling with you.”
You bit the inside of your cheek to try and fight the smile, but it didn’t work.
But just as Johnny started to say something else, someone approached. A man you vaguely recognized from the lower labs, a Future Foundation correspondent, mid-20s, tall, broad, dark hair, nervous in a cute way.
“Oh—sorry to interrupt,” he said to Johnny before looking at you. “You’re Sue Storm’s assistant, right? I’m Ryan.”
You shook his hand politely. “Nice to meet you, yeah. I’ve seen you around.”
Ryan nodded, then turned to Johnny with the most oblivious smile possible.
“Great,” Ryan said brightly, then stepped closer to you, completely unaware that Johnny was now going through the five stages of grief in real time. “I always notice you in the building. Figured tonight might be a good time to introduce myself.”
You laughed nervously, and Ryan lit up at the sound.
Johnny did not. He stood awkwardly on the outside of the interaction, feeling like his feet were glued to the floor. In fact, Johnny’s expression darkened like a storm cloud over a beach.
It felt like hours he stood there, he somehow managed to move over to the bar, neither you or Ryan noticing his absence. Ryan complimented you again. Making Johnny want to throw up.
Ryan kept talking, making you laugh, actual, genuine laughter, about some mishap in the office last week. Johnny could somewhat make out the conversation you were having, heat creeping up as the anger in him rose. Ryan asked you about where you were from, and then he managed to make you laugh again.
The sound hit Johnny like a bus, a sound he held close to him, a sound he considered reserved for him.
Then, in what felt like slow motion, you reached your hand up and touched Ryan’s arm. It was soft, and kind, and had all the implications of flirting, and Johnny finally snapped.
He marched straight between you two, placing himself squarely in front of Ryan with the posture of someone who had decided that jail time was an acceptable holiday activity.
“Hey,” Johnny said loudly, eyebrows raised dramatically. “Buddy. What exactly are we doing here?”
Ryan blinked, motioning between the two of you. “Uh… talking?”
“Talking,” Johnny repeated, deadpan. “My mistake. I thought you were trying to flirt with her.”
Ryan laughed like this was absurd. “Well…yeah. I mean, you said she’s single.”
Your hand flew to your face. “Oh God.”
Johnny’s jaw twitched. “Right. Yeah. She’s single. Which is great. Totally fine. Except she’s also, busy.”
“I’m not busy,” you said, frustrated.
Johnny shot you a glare that was half please stop and half why are you doing this to me.
Ryan, oblivious as ever, smiled. “So maybe I could take you out sometime? Coffee? Dinner?”
Johnny’s voice jumped an octave. “Okay, wow— bold—”
“Johnny!” you hissed, mortified.
“What?” he snapped. “I’m just making sure this guy understands boundaries.”
Ryan frowned. “What boundaries? You said she wasn’t—”
Johnny stepped closer, shoulders squared. “Yeah, well maybe I lied! Maybe I panicked! Maybe—” he gestured aggressively at you “—maybe she should be off-limits to random guys who aren’t me,” he didn’t realize how loudly he was speaking, or how close he was to Ryan.
Voices in the party quieted. People started turning.
You grabbed Johnny’s wrist. “Johnny—stop.”
But he was too far gone, chest heaving, eyes blazing with something far more real than just jealousy.
Ryan held up his hands. “Okay, okay—I’ll back off. Sorry.” He gave you an apologetic smile. “Didn’t mean to cause trouble.”
He slipped away quickly.
The second he was gone, you rounded on Johnny.
“What,” you whispered sharply, “was that?”
He ran a hand through his hair, pacing once in a short, frustrated line. “I didn’t like it.”
“That’s not an explanation!”
“I didn’t like him flirting with you!” he burst out, louder than he meant to. “There—I said it.”
“So, you were jealous?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest and popping your hip out defensively.
Johnny looked at you, chest rising and falling, all bravado stripped away.
“He looked at you like, like he had a chance,” he said, voice lower now. “And he doesn’t. He shouldn’t.”
“Why?” you asked quietly, still annoyed.
Johnny swallowed.
And for once he didn’t try to joke his way around it.
“Because I’m in love with you.”
The party noise fell back into place around you, but everything inside you went still.
You stared at him.
His expression was open, vulnerable, almost terrified.
Then, softer, “and I really wish I said it before I had to watch some guy named Ryan try to woo you.”
You rolled your eyes, still not fully believing him, “woo me, Johnny? Really?’
He sighed and took your wrist and guided you outside the building into the flurry outside. When you were far enough from the building, the air was biting. He shrugged his jacket off and put it on your shoulders. His hands lingered on your shoulders and he searched your eyes.
“Do you really not see that it’s always been you?”
“What are you talking about Johnny?”
“The way I act, why I did what I did tonight, I’m in love with you. And I pretty much have been since I met you,” he said sheepishly, realizing what he was admitting to.
You were stunned.
“What do you mean?” You asked, genuinely confused.
He huffed a frustrated breath and said your name softly, “I am literally head over heels in love with you and watching that guy make you laugh how I do, watching you touch his arm like you touch mine,”, he shook his head, “I don’t know I saw red.”
He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, he was so close to you that all you wanted to do was kiss him, but you fought the urge.
“Johnny, I -”
And then he kissed you. As his lips met yours deeply all your thoughts slipped away. You could feel his hands grab your hips and pull you closer to him.
His mouth moved against yours like he’d been waiting years and you realized it was because he had. The kiss was warm, fierce, and a little desperate, like he was terrified you might disappear if he didn’t hold onto you. Your fingers curled into his dress shirt, pulling him impossibly closer as snowflakes melted into the heat between you.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, breaths puffing warm in the cold night air.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “I shouldn’t have kissed you without letting you talk, I just—”
You cut him off by tugging him back for another kiss, slower this time, certain, and sure.
He froze for a moment, stunned, before melting completely into you.
When you parted again, you kept your hands resting on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palms.
“Johnny,” you said softly, “I love you too.”
His entire face lit up. Not his usual playful grin, something softer and relieved.
“You do?” he breathed, like it was the greatest miracle of his life.
“I do,” you nodded, laughing a little. “And I’ve been trying very, very hard not to, but you don’t make it easy.”
His smile grew until it was practically blinding. He swooped you into a tight hug, lifting you off your feet for half a second before putting you down again.
“Good,” he said, kissing your forehead. “You shouldn’t fight it. I’m extremely lovable.”
You snorted. “You’re unbearable.”
“Both can be true.”
He wrapped an arm around your waist, still buzzing with adrenaline and looked toward the glowing lights inside the building.
“You ready to go back in?” he asked, voice softer than you’d ever heard it.
You nodded. “Only if you hold my hand.”
He grabbed your hand instantly, no hesitation and interlaced his fingers with yours like he’d been waiting to do it forever. You pulled his jacket over your shoulder tighter with your free hand and fell into step beside him.
As soon as you stepped into the party again, the room buzzed with curiosity. People had definitely noticed Johnny storming out with you and returning looking like he’d just won something monumental.
Ben was the first to notice you two.
He was holding a giant red holiday cup, mid-sip, and nearly choked when he saw your intertwined hands.
“Holy—” Ben blinked, pointing between the two of you with his massive stone finger. “Did I miss somethin’? Did Christmas come early or did Flame Brain finally grow a real brain?”
Johnny groaned. “Ben. Please. I’m having a moment, don’t ruin it.”
Ben grinned wide. “Oh, trust me, I can see that. Look at ya, holdin’ hands like two teenagers outside a movie theater.”
You laughed, cheeks warm.
Johnny squeezed your hand and lifted his chin. “Yeah, well… she’s with me.”
Ben smirked. “Good. Because if you didn’t make a move soon, kid, I was gonna do it for ya.” Ben winked at you, and you laughed.
Johnny scowled. “Ben!”
You stepped in before Johnny combusted. “For what it’s worth, Ben… it took him long enough.”
Johnny gasped dramatically. “You’re turning on me already?”
Ben slapped Johnny’s shoulder with a force that nearly toppled him. “Welcome to the world of relationships, hotshot.”
Johnny shot him an annoyed glare, but he couldn’t hide the way he kept squeezing your hand, thumb brushing over your skin again and again, as if confirming you were still there.
You leaned into Johnny a little, smiling up at him. “Ready to actually enjoy the party now?”
“With you?” he murmured, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Always.”
You barely made it five steps before Sue intercepted you like a heat-seeking missile.
She didn’t even look subtle about it, she marched straight up, eyes wide, champagne in hand, and grabbed your free hand while still glaring at her brother.
“Oh my God,” Sue hissed, looking between your intertwined fingers and your very flustered faces. “Is this—did this actually—did you two finally—Johnny, move.”
Johnny frowned. “What? Why?”
“Because I cannot hug her through you, obviously,” she said, already reaching for you.
Johnny stepped aside with a dramatic sigh. “She’s already trying to steal you from me. Unbelievable.”
Sue ignored him completely and pulled you into a warm, crushing hug.
“I knew it!” she whispered excitedly against your shoulder. “I knew it was going to happen eventually! Oh, this is such a win for me, finally, finally, after years of watching you two dance around each other.”
You laughed, hugging her back. “Sue…”
She pulled away and held you at arm’s length, cupping your cheeks like she was inspecting you for signs of trauma.
“Are you happy? Are you okay? Did he combust? Did he embarrass himself? Oh—wait, I already know the answer to that one.”
Johnny groaned loudly. “Hellooooo? I’m still here.”
Sue shot him a look over her shoulder. “Yes, and I’m trying to figure out if I should congratulate you or smack you for whatever stunt you pulled tonight.”
Johnny opened his mouth to defend himself, then closed it again. “Okay that’s… fair.”
Sue turned back to you, her expression softening instantly. “You deserve someone who sees you, and he does, even if he’s an idiot most of the time.”
Johnny placed a hand over his heart in offense. “I am standing right here, Susan.”
“You’re lucky she loves you,” Sue said, narrowing her eyes at him, “because if I had to pick, she is my favorite.”
You snorted.
Johnny took your hand back immediately—like he was afraid Sue would literally pry you away. “Nope. No. She’s mine now. Mine.”
Sue rolled her eyes so hard she looked like she might strain something. “Oh God, you’re going to be insufferable. I can already feel it.”
Then she looked at you again, eyes softening, voice lowering.
“But really… I’m happy for you. Both of you.”
Johnny tugged you gently into his side, his hand warm on your waist as he leaned into you, glowing with a happiness he wasn’t even trying to hide.
Sue smiled, shaking her head at the sight. “Finally,” she muttered into her champagne. “Merry Christmas to me.”
And as he guided you deeper into the glittering room, still holding tight to your hand, and you felt it. It wasn’t just a Christmas party anymore. It was the beginning of something you both had been dancing around for far too long.
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