Johnny x experiment/alien! Reader
Context: Johnny wants to help reader with getting more comfortable with living with the F4 now. She is still iffy about everything, but she doesn't know where else to go, and the team doesn't think its smart to let her go off with no idea how to be "human".
Warnings: slow burn in a way between Johnny and reader, Sue is like a big sister to reader, Reed in very interested about readers powers and how shes mix aline and human, Ben doesn't like reader still since throwing him through a wall but can tell she's trying, child abuse, child neglect, experimenting,
Divider by @saradika-graphics
It was another long and quiet night. The faint sound of cars outside and snoring from Ben down the hall. It was impossible to sleep at the Baxtar building. But it was safe, away from insane doctors and full of people who just let you in into their lives as if deserved it. Guilt was a new feeling to you, twisted and heavy when remembering how you almost killed the Fantastic Four.
The common emotions of most living beings were numbed out from a chip in your brain. Not able to feel sadness or guilt, even hesitation of killing someone "he" wanted. So now everything felt new, like a toddler almost.
Giving up chance of sleep, instead slowly getting up, head throbbing from little sleep. A glance at the clock on the stand said 4:00am. A long standing record. The rest are asleep, and not wanting to wake them, opted to float a little. Trying to keep the glow down before walking out the door.
White eyes scanning the counter debating, eyes then landing on the fridge. Muffins. Ben took a trip to his favorite bakery, loudly reminding Johnny to touch them. "Why!", the blonde exclaimed, voice loud enough to hear through your door. "Beacuse, you ate all the brownies I brought last time. Before anyone I could get to them.", voice gruff, sound of the fridge door closing following after. "So your the one who's gonna have all of them to yourself? Wow, now who's greedy.", Johnny teased. "Oh no, everyone else can have them. Even our new roomate" "WHAT"
So maybe its fine to have a sweet treat. Grabbing a delicious chocolate chip muffin. Unwrapping it from its plastic jail, and taking a large bite into. Milky chocolate and soft fluffiness. Levitating 2 more feet off the ground, from never eating somthing homemade and good. But out the corner of your eye, there was someone. Whipping your head around, death grip on the treat.
"Someone" being Johnny. Blonde hair messy, smushed to one side of his head, sticking out in every other direction. Striped pants baggy, pooling over his feet a bit. White shirt with blue F4 logo on right side of the chest. His blue eyes were puffy, but they were wide as they could from sleep, staring at you. Floating 2 feet from the floor, eyes white, and chowing down on a muffin in the dark. Now, a normal person would walk away or scream at this sight, but Johnny wasn't normal.
No, Johnny was werid. You only knew him for barely for a month, but he was a open book. Even after you tried to kill the entire F4 team, he tried to flirt with you. Especially after finding out about the brainwashing, Johnny still tried to be-freind you. Having a attraction for "unique women" and being generally extroverted.
Johnny looked her up and down, before his lips curled into a smile. A smile that made a muffled giggle, rubbing his eyes from sleep. "Why are you sneaking around the house for a muffin?", voice raspy and soft at the same time.
Grimcaing at sound of his voice and continued to chew the piece of the muffin. Lowering yourself onto the floor, eyes going back to normal eye color. You looked down at the muffin, picking off bits of it and popping them into your mouth. Johnny walked past, to the fridge, grabbing the milk as well a bowl and cereal. He had a strange obsession with that food. Usually would snack on it before dinner and while working, crumbs everywhere. (From what you heard from between the bedroom door and kitchen, where Reed nagged Johnny about it.)
"Why are you awake? If its not being hungry for cheerios.", sarcasm showing in last sentnce. Watching as he poured ceral then the milk in the bowl. It wasnt a large amount, just enough to put him back to bed probably. He grabbed the spoon and took a bite with a crunch, smile forming on his lips once again to the burst of honey flavor. "I couldn't fall back asleep. So I figured to have a little night time snack. I see you had the same problem", muffled words, with a some ceral still in his mouth. Pointing a spoon at you, stray droplets dropping back into the bowl.
Eye brows up a little at his casualness. But then just turned back to your muffin, continuing to pick of pieces of it to eat. Johnny wondered if you hated everything him, you never really laughed at his jokes, looked at him as if he was weird. Maybe you just didnt get jokes or werent comfortable around them. And you also couldnt control your emotions well, so maybe he was reading too much into it.
"Um.. how have you been adjusting with, moving in and all. I know its awkward, but we all want you here, well Ben will come around dont worry. Hes just not use to being the rag doll for a change haha." Johnny tried to lighten the mood, as always, but it seemed to make you curl into yourself. Mournful face with a head full of memories of what you did.
"Hey", he calmly putting down the bowl and walking over, but leaving enough room so you didnt feel overwhelmed. Resting his hand on the island, finger follwoing the line of a crack in it. Wondering what to say for a mintue. "What happned back there, wasnt your fault. You didnt want to do that, he- you were ordered to, commanded."
You bit your lip, picking at the skin. You knew it would get bloody and sour all over. It was impossible to look at him. Big blue eyes looking down at you with complete sorrow. But closing your eyes would show the blood on your hands. Twist in the gut coming back, confusion and anger spiraling in your head again.
Johnny felt guilty now. You looked small, hands shaking and lips red of irritation of being picked apart. "Im sorry, I shouldn't of-. Your okay now. Its all forgiven, really."
Still unable to look up, forgetting about the treat, now eyes boring into the floor. "Forgiven", that must be a lie. "Johnny.", blurted, tears suddenly falling. Trying to quickly wipe them away. "I shouldn't be here. Anywhere. The only reason im here is a saftet precaution, until your family thinks im good enough to leave." You were stubborn, depiste any lies or tricks put up, you knew the truth. Depiste trying to put up a tough look, more tears came and your throat started to sting.
Johnny shook his head, wondering what help. Hesitating of the thought of holding you. But, maybe you needed something to ground you. Slowly rested his hands on your forearms, softly and delicate. "Don't say that. We're happy your here, we know whos to blame.", Johnny's voice was soft and warm as a blanket out of a dryer. "Im happy your here."
Tears still came, gasping a little for air and control. Johnnys voice and touch helped a little, It felt nice to be held with care. To be talked to with comfort instead of orders. Johnny was nice, a bouncing ball of energy yet so sincere when needed. But you didnt deserve it. Not after everything.
"Your wrong.", snapping at him, eyes staying to the floor. You felt so small like this, so pathetic. "I should've just stayed in my room."
It sounded harsh, but no hard bite behind it. Embrassment and angry, but not at him. Wiping your face, breaking off from his hold. Discarding the muffin on the counter. Johnny didnt resist, mouth opened but not knowing what to say. Staying in the dark kitchen, cheerios going soggy.
Everything felt too much. Everything changed so fast. The only person you knew since day one, was the same person who made you a weapon. Now their dead, under rumble with your only home. Emotions never felt before and have no control of, and no one else to look to.
Other than the famous heros, having to stop you from blowing up half the city. They didnt really wan't you here, just wanted to protect innocents from you.
Crashing into bed, pulling the covers up to shield yourself from everything.
It was cold. But there was light breaking through the blanket you covered yourself last night in a crisis. You groaned softly, pushing yourself off the bed, hair a mess and eyes sore. Sunlight hitting your skin, making a memory of a certain someone. Cringing, at the embrassment from crying like that infront of a man you barely knew.
"Suck it up. Ignore any petty glances from him", muttering to yourself. Swining your legs off the bed, body wanting to roll back in depiste. It was awfully comfortable, compared to the tiny one back at the lab. It even had flower printed covers and sheets, it's surprising they didn't just make a room in their lab to control you better.
But they were too nice. Maybe thats why they were chosen to be super heros. Glancing over at the clock, reading 7:00 am. Getting up and going to your very own bathroom. Flicking on the light, and continuing the habit of turning the mirror away before looking. Sometimes it was just hard to look and be reminded what you are.
Turning the sink on to splash cold water on your face. Then drying it off with a towel, grabbing the toothbrush. Before being able to put it into your mouth, hearing a soft knock. Turning around to see a shadow under the door, before disappearing.
Gears turning in your head. Maybe Johnny updated the others about last night, thinking your not stable to leave. Maybe never. Trying to shake it away before opening the door a crack, to see a plate of breakfast. Nobody else was in the kitchen, working in the lab or enjoying their day off.
Gentlely grabbing the plate, and a little note that came with it, using your foot to close the door. The plate was full of fluffy chocolate pancakes, bacon, toast, and fruit. Flipping open the card titled "Sorry" and inside said "For ruining your night snack. I hope you like it, F.E.R.B.I.E helped me since im not too good in the kitchen. -J"
Eyes softening at the words. Guilt sinking in again for making him feel bad. You've should've held yourself together. Setting the note on the stand, your back against the bed while sitting on the floor. Shoving a piece of pancake in your mouth, instantly groaning from the hit of flavor.
Rembering the note, Johnny, you should say thanks. And apologize. Hes been nice since day one. Maybe you should let somebody help, to become more stable, and leave.