summary: when you wake up alongside franklin on yours and johnny's night with him, the sight of the two of you in the kitchen stirs something within johnny.
warnings: FLUFF! food mentions. established relationship. that's it! [0.6k].
a/n: i still haven't seen this movie (*cries in poor*) so i'm going based off of what i've heard, released clips and my general knowledge of johnny. i apologise if this isn't the most accurate thing in the world <3
It was yours and Johnny’s turn for overnight babysitting duties.
Reed and Sue had been on a date night the evening before, the two of you taking on the responsibility of looking after the bubbly six-month old.
You could hear Franklin fussing around 6AM, and to be honest, you were also pretty hungry yourself. You quickly left him be for a moment, shuffling into the bathroom to brush your teeth and give your face a splash of water. You were taking care of a baby after all, it’s not like you could do the entire skincare routine this morning.
When you returned, Johnny was still sprawled out across the bed, his arm laying across your pillow where it was resting above your head. Thankfully, little Frankie’s stirs had not woke him up.
You carefully lifted the small boy from his crib, whispering “Hey, baby. You want some food? Auntie wants some food too. Come on.”
After feeding him his warm bottle, it was time for you to make some food for yourself. Johnny still wasn’t awake, and you were glad. Since you had woken up many times that night, either Franklin was in a very peaceful slumber, or Johnny fed him a few times, you assuming the latter.
However, not long after you started cooking, Johnny stumbled into the kitchen slowly, rubbing his eyes from the tiredness overtaking his body. But, the sight in front of him soon woke him up.
You had Franklin on your hip, a metal pan on the stove as the egg mixture was solidifying into a beautiful omelette. You were bouncing side to side, small giggles coming from Franklin’s lips as you sang “We are making eggs! We are making eggs! Do you want an egg? Oh no! You can’t have an egg!”
You had tried to feed Franklin a small piece of spinach since that was the one solid he had began eating, but today was not that day. Instead, he scrunched it in his small hand and smashed it into your cheek.
You gasped, “What are you doing? What are you doing?!” before tickling his belly, the giggles turning into complete laughs.
Johnny was just in awe at the situation in front of him. It was like he was getting visions, and it was no longer Franklin on your hip, but a baby Storm instead. Johnny always considered himself limited to the ‘fun uncle’ type, not really confident in becoming a dad. But, seeing you like that? Baby on your hip, making breakfast in your pyjamas at seven in the morning, the kid laughing away? Maybe that was a life he wanted now more than ever.
It was at that moment you turned around and held your heart a little, “Jesus, baby, you scared me.”
“Sorry, I just—” Johnny stuttered, a very unusual thing for him, “It’s a sight to see, let’s just say that.”
Franklin was already kicking his feet and flailing his arms at the sight of his uncle. “And you like the sight of me!” Johnny exclaims, gracefully taking Franklin from your arms so you could use them both to tackle breakfast.
And what you thought had already been dropped on the floor was still scrunched in his hand, as Franklin now squished some spinach into Johnny’s cheek too. “Hey! Attacking me as well now, are you? Are you?!” Johnny teases, Franklin laughing again as Johnny blows a raspberry into his stomach.
And now, only a few minutes later, you were showing the same expression Johnny was just before. You had the same thoughts as him. You didn’t think you were fit to be a mother either, considering the life you lived, but seeing Johnny like that? Maybe you wanted this life yourself.
Maybe you both wanted this.
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cherry!! joe got to show off his flirtatiousness and i am not doing okay.
i know he’s probably more bold irl, but something about shy guys gets me going more 👀
like?? you’re nervous?? over me?? i made you a stumbling mess?? baby, let me take care of you <3
that video has been living rent free in my head since i saw it 😭 he's so shyyyyyyy i wanna kiss him and make fun of him a little bit just to see him turn even more red then kiss him again and tell him he's so cute
The cute neuroscientist who works at the Baxter Building alongside Reed, after figuring out Reed can legitimately stretch his own brain, has to attest to the other members of the group, specifically that of Johnny Storm.
warnings: FLUFF & ANGST!! fem!reader. r gets injured. mentions of burns. allusions to SA. mri machine. johnny has trauma from the spacecraft accident. swearing. pet names (baby, honey [platonically]). food mentions. [8.4k].
a/n: one, i am not a scientific girlie, so if this isn't completely accurate, i apologise (i did research though, so it shouldn't be complete mumbo jumbo!). secondly, i haven't read the comics, but again, i researched and tried to relate some of it to comic accuracy and the 2005 adaptation logic of the powers, but i also sprinkled in my own as well to spice things up! hope you enjoy, lovelies! <3
The Storms and Grimm were lounging around in the kitchen of the Baxter Building. Sue and Ben were seemingly working on some kind of curry dish based on the rich and vibrant aromas elevating around the room. Johnny, on the other hand, was being his usual self — legs lying across the eating table, box of cereal in his hand as the other was pushed down into the plastic packet, shoving a bunch of the sugar-filled carbs into his mouth.
You were emerging from Reed’s lab with him. You had worked at the Baxter Building for a few years now. You began as Reed’s intern, completing a summer learning about the wonderous world of science, since you were one year out from graduating with a PhD in Neuroscience. The expression the both of you held was a mix of shock and complete amazement as you stumbled across the rest of the Fantastic Four family.
“Hey,” you say in a slightly panicked tone, alerting the group of your arrivals.
“Hey,” Johnny responds, his voice mumbled by the multicoloured cereals stuffed into his mouth. Once he swallows, he raises his eyebrows, “Why do you look so worried?”
“We completed the work on developing Y/N’s fMRI machine to accommodate all of our abilities,” Reed explains, giving Sue a kiss on the temple as he begins to remove his tie and open his top button.
You nod with a weary look, “And obviously, to make sure it was working, I put Reed underneath the machine to make sure the scan would pull up correctly on my monitor…”
Everyone had stopped what they were doing, H.E.R.B.I.E. taking over on stirring all of the pots as he kept out a listening ear, the others completely focused on both you and Reed, eyes darting between the two of you.
“And… let’s just say it’s not just my body that has been affected by the cosmic rays,” Reed sighs.
“His brain stretches,” you say bluntly. “As in,” you pull your hands apart at a distance, “Stretches. Literally. Inside of his head. And… as a certified neuroscientist, I feel as if it is appropriate if I get to work on the rest of you as soon as possible. Reed’s may have no negative effect, but that doesn’t count the rest of you out.”
Johnny has a grim expression as he turns his head to look back at Reed, “That’s so gross, dude.”
“Okay,” Sue interrupts, already knowing where that argument could’ve divulged, “So, who would you like first?”
“Well, Reed’s obviously done. You and Ben are busy right now, so I won’t bother the two of you, so that leaves one person left.”
Johnny looks at you with an annoyed expression, “I’m busy too! I’m having a snack.”
“And I’m sure the wonderful curry being made will be done by the time I’m finished examining you,” you smile over at Sue and Ben, the two of them returning the look.
Johnny reluctantly puts down his cereal box as he stands up and follows you down the hall to Reed’s lab. The entire act was a lie, though. If anything, he had the fattest crush on you and had done since you arrived in the Baxter Building the first day of your internship.
You began your work with the Fantastic Four when you were on your summer break. You decided to shoot your shot at becoming an intern for Reed that they had advertised, and somehow, you got it. What you didn’t expect even more was after an entire year of you studying and completing your PhD, Reed invited you back to work full-time alongside the team, you now permanently residing in the building. You became one with them, you became a part of the family.
And the closer you got with the crew, the closer Johnny tried to get to you. Ever since you walked in the elevator doors almost two years ago, Johnny has been infatuated by you. It was unusual for him. He was young, hot, and always had a different woman on his arm. Yet, when you stumbled into his life, his priorities changed. He thought he would never see you again after that internship and is extremely thankful now that Reed hired you and moved you in full-time. He got to grow closer to you, and as that friendship grew, the feelings only expanded in his heart.
You open the double doors to the lab, directing Johnny over to the fireproof container, which now has the fMRI machine hanging above it, “Reed managed to create one that reads your brain upright, so I’ve positioned it above the machine that Reed used to scan your body. That way, you won’t set anything else alight in here,” you smile.
You head on over to your screens whilst Johnny gets comfortable (or as comfortable as he can) in his container. You push a button down to lift Johnny up towards the fMRI, raising a slight platform below his feet.
“Perfect— Okay!” you exclaim, immediately shocked by the numbers running on the screen. “Jesus Christ…”
“Another thing wrong with me, huh?” he shakes his head, almost chuckling at the number of ways these abilities have affected him.
“The brain usually runs slightly higher than your body temperature, around 104°. Yours is… well… currently at 130°.” You begin to take some notes alongside the labs on the screen, grabbing your notebook, clicking your pen and scribbling away. “Seems as if it is more than just your cells that are increased in temperature.”
“So, one could say I have the hottest brain on Earth, huh?” he smirks at you.
But, you are extremely focused on your work to even think about playing around with that line of thinking right now, “Scientifically speaking, yes. Otherwise? Very subjective.”
“Ouch.”
“Okay…” you click your pen off. “That was actually not on my list of to-do’s for your scans, but good to know regardless,” you say, still a little panicked by the temperature levels of his brain. “I was actually fascinated to see what was causing your powers to ignite. Because you said you were having issues keeping them under control, yes?”
“Yeah,” he nods sheepishly, “They just seem to randomly happen, as you know by the… um… bedroom incident.”
You frown a little at his obvious embarrassment. Around a week ago, Johnny woke up in the middle of the night to his room engulfed in flames. Even below the glowing embers surrounding his body, it was obvious he seemed in distress, highly likely from some sort of nightmare. It matched logically; he did just go on a traumatising space mission that has physically altered the cells in his body. Reed had to use the fire extinguisher to put out the flames, whilst you took Johnny into the next room to attempt to get his powers under control. It took a good half an hour, but he was finally back to his regular self and recovering from the incident.
You nod too, trying not to bring up too many bad memories for him, “So, I was wondering if it had something to do with the adrenaline pumping through your body. But, to test that, I need to find the specific pathways that are controlling the fire output in the first place. I can’t find solutions to this until I know how your brain processes it.”
Johnny nods understandingly, “Okay, okay. But, you know I can’t control it, right? It just comes on whenever.”
“Well,” you cock your head to the side, “We’ll see about that.”
You sigh, hoping this will go the way you expect, “Okay, Johnny, I need you to think of something that’ll spike your adrenaline. So, close your eyes, and think of something that made you angry, fearful, sad. Anything of that sort.”
He reluctantly closes his eyes, not the type of man for calm and patience. He tries to follow your instructions, moreso out of respect for your craft than actually wondering for himself. He would do anything for you. And there was one night that he wish he could’ve more than ever…
Sue would commonly set party-esque meet-ups in the Baxter Building. It was usually full of people from the media industry, trying to mingle and socialise with the most famous astronauts in New York City. But, with every media executive, comes the asshole try-hard man who thinks he owns every space he enters.
Johnny already thought it was a bad idea letting a young intern stay around for practically a networking event. You weren’t outgoing by any means, stuffing yourself into the corner with your alcoholic drink, calmly sipping away at the cocktail. That was until an older man made his way towards you.
“Hi, I’m Brad,” he extended his arm out to you, which you reluctantly shake, “Y/N.”
Johnny, on the other hand, was stuck with a girl on each arm. Sue used to always promote in their interviews that he was very single, which he couldn’t try and suddenly tell her to stop doing. He was like that the day before you entered his life. It was a factual reality that the entire team saw every week. But now, in moments like these, he had to watch from the sidelines as you awkwardly made small talk with the creepy man in front of you. He knew what some of these media execs were like, and was already getting an extremely bad vibe from him.
“So, what company do you work for?” Brad ponders, leaning pretty close to your face.
“Oh, um… I don’t. I’m an intern here. For Reed Richards,” you gulp.
Brad chuckles lowly, “Ah, I see the advertisement worked. You know, the company I own promoted that opportunity. I’m glad a fine young lady like you got the position.”
“Um… Thank you…” you look away from him.
“Say,” he taps his chubby fingers against the table which you were standing against, “How would you feel if I did an exclusive interview with you? Tell us what it’s like to work for a scientist like Reed. Experiencing this wonderful building with its incredible technology every day.”
You giggle nervously, “Well… thanks, but I’m not really into that kind of stuff. I’m just a student intern. I would rather not.”
“Don’t worry,” he slows and lowers his voice, “It doesn’t have to be anything spectacular. I could do it right now if needed. Just a quiet space away from this crowd. Nothing fancy.”
Meanwhile, Johnny is trying not to burst. He can see the shift in the man’s body language as he inches closer and closer, invading your personal space more and more. He’s two seconds away from leaving the girls to themselves, before you seem to walk away with the man, turning out of the kitchen. He’s angry, furious with himself, wishing he could’ve done more when—
“No way…” you whisper to yourself, looking at the image in front of you. Johnny’s body was lit up in flames to the left of you, creating an orange glow around the container.
“You look panicked. Are you panicked? You better not be panicked.”
“Hold on, hold on,” you wave him off, scribbling things down as fast as you can onto your notepad. Once you are done, you explain to him, “I’m not panicked, just… shocked. Fascinated. It’s in the Somatic Nervous System.”
He looks at you dumbfounded, “And, that means what, exactly?”
“Whatever you were just thinking, it triggered… this,” she points and moves her finger in the air over his entire body. “The adrenaline is obviously making your heart spike, which is being interpreted by the Somatic Nervous System. Basically, this system controls your everyday movements. But, when your sensory input is higher, it’s activating your powers.” She sighs happily at the information she has recorded, “This is a basic movement for you, Johnny. Like picking up a plate or moving your legs to walk. It’s just neuron processing. So… the way for you to get this under control is to be able to train your brain to start processing these powers as natural movements for you, not just when your adrenaline is spiking.”
“So… I need to be calm all the time, great…” he rubs his forehead, sighing.
“Not necessarily,” you correct him, “It’s more activating them naturally. To put it lightly… like teaching a baby how to walk.”
He still has a confused look on his face as he stares at you with his deep brown eyes. You continue, “It doesn’t mean you can’t be angry. It’s just about controlling the flames when you get angry. Let me try something else,” you offer, walking back over to your desk.
“I want you to now think of a soothing moment for you. Something that made you feel calm, safe… loved.”
He impatiently closes his eyes once more, trying to think of something relaxing. He lets his mind take over, and naturally, it’s drawn to the person doing the experiments on him.
It’s the Summer of 1959, and Reed has finally chosen an intern for his science training. He had many different people in and out of the Baxter Building for months, assessing each of their needs, who he thought would work best with a brainiac like himself.
And one morning, Reed rushes down the elevator to welcome his new intern. Johnny was already being lectured by his sister Sue for not even being dressed for the day yet, but the sweats and grey t-shirt would have to do for the time being.
As Johnny chowed down on his favourite cereal, what he was not expecting was an incredibly beautiful young woman —dressed in a form-fitting dress, black heels, with her hair pinned up in a messy bun and nerdy square glasses —to walk through the opening sliding doors and greet each member as Reed introduced her to them all.
Johnny was too stunned to speak when you extended your hand out to him, “Hi, I’m Y/N.”
Johnny had to clear his throat as he wrapped his hand around your own, your palms incredibly soft in his calloused ones, “J-Johnny Storm. Nice to meet you…”
You give him a closed-lip smile as you make your way over to Ben, continuing your greetings. Johnny sat there, neglecting his cereal. You had three whole months in this building. In his home. You would show up every day at 9AM and were free to roam the halls, eat from their fridge, live there without fully living there.
He was used to seeing beautiful women all the time. He lived in New York, there was a hot babe on every street corner. But you? There was something different. You weren’t just looks sexy, you were smarts sexy. And with Johnny’s secret love for space himself, he wanted to get to know you more. To find you on your lunch breaks.
“I knew this would work,” you mumble to yourself, the screen lighting up Johnny’s Somatic Nervous System as you turn your head to notice his flaming body slowly putting itself out.
She walks back over to him and softly taps on the glass. Johnny opens his eyes and immediately notices that his body is back to its normal state.
“See? It’s possible,” you smile at him. And if he’s honest, he does feel more at ease with himself. His new powers had been so sporadic and crazy that it felt as if he would never have control over them. But, with you working here now? He didn’t need to worry anymore. Maybe you could fix this.
“I’m going to get Sue and Ben’s scans done first, but afterwards, I’ll think about some exercises we can do together to train this new part of your nervous system. Somatic Therapy is what we call it. It’s just a matter of me thinking through what would best be suited for your needs.”
Together? He got to spend one-on-one time with you?
He looks at you with his doe eyes as he simply nods, “Uh… Yeah. Sounds great.”
“Good!” you say softly, “If the other two don’t show any major drawbacks in their brain scans, I’m happy to start working on the therapy techniques I choose tonight?”
Now that was awfully soon.
“Sure. I… Um… Anything to help me control… whatever this thing is…” he says with a slight deflation in his tone.
She signals for him to step out of the container as he makes his way around to stand in front of her. She places a gentle hand on his shoulder, “It’ll be okay, Johnny. I know it seems impossible right now, but I’m certain you’ll get this under control eventually. It’s just about finding out what works for you.”
He sighs, “I hope so… God, I hope so…”
“Well…” you smile at him cheekily, “You better trust my degree.”
“Oh, I’d trust you with anything,” he says without even thinking. You just stare back at him speechless, your eyes connecting in a trance.
“Oh…” you breathe out, before clearing your throat and composing yourself back into a professional state, “Well… I hope you don’t change your mind after this, because trust me… this isn’t gonna be easy.”
He cocks his head to the side, “But, if it means I get to wake up without my entire room on fire again, I’m down to do anything.”
You both smirk at each other as the mission begins. Operation Johnny: Power Control.
-
“Okay…” you emerge from the lab with Ben in tow, “As suspected, Ben’s brain is made of rocks, so no shocks there. My equipment is not built to view the internal structures of a…” you sigh with a chuckle, “Physiological outer like that, so that is something I will have to develop with Reed.”
Johnny simply laughs, throwing a cereal into the air and catching it in his mouth, “Ha, not even science can figure out what’s wrong with you.”
“Oh, you—” Ben begins to charge towards Johnny.
“Boys, stop,” Sue holds her hands out between the pair, obviously fed up with their continuous antics.
“I said I would work with Johnny tonight to try and get his powers under control. Since the rest of you have some limit or…” she signals up and down at Ben, “A constant state of being, I think it’s best we contend to less fire alarms in the building first.”
Ben grumbles something as he makes his way towards the kitchen, grabbing a light snack before bed. Reed comes up behind Sue and wraps an arm around her waist, “We best make our way to bed, then,” he says with a smile, “Good luck with the therapies. Hopefully they help Johnny out.”
“We can only hope and pray,” you reply with a sigh, the long day catching up to you, and you weren’t even done yet. You couldn’t break your promise like that, it wasn’t like you.
“I’m off too,” Ben adds, “Have fun getting hothead over there to control himself.”
Both you and Ben chuckle whilst Johnny rolls his eyes, not accepting his dysregulation. “He’ll be fine, Ben. I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve. Have a good night.”
“See ya.”
As Ben makes his way to his bedroom, it’s just you and Johnny left in the living area of the Baxter Building.
“So… what’s this weird stuff you’ve got planned for me?” he questions, his words muffled by his final mouthful of cereal as he places the box on the counter behind him.
You take a seat next to him, a few sheets of paper being held in your hand, “It’s called the Hakomi Method. Basically it’s a type of psychotherapy that connects your thoughts to body sensations. I thought if you could consciously recognise how it felt to switch on your powers, you could develop a way to control it as well.”
“I mean…” Johnny shrugs, “Gotta start somewhere, right? Whatever you think works, I’ll do.”
“Okay…” you breathe out, “It’s a relatively new practice, so do bear with me. Firstly, I need you to get into a relaxed seating position. Something that can get your mind focused.”
Johnny hums as he repositions himself, taking off his jacket as he remains in a dark blue t-shirt alongside his jeans. He spreads his legs a little and places his hands on his knees. He softly closes his eyelids as he tries to calm his mind like he did a few hours before in the lab room.
You had to try your best not to admire him. His arms were slightly toned, hands large as they were placed on his thick thighs. And the manspreading didn’t help matters either. But, you quickly brought your thoughts back to reality. Those were images you could return to at a later date.
“Great, okay…” you flicked through your notes, bringing the correct page to the front, “I’m going to ask you some questions, and you just let me know what you are feeling. Nothing extravagent, literally that simple.”
“Got it. Okay,” he confirms.
“To start: What do you experience physically when you engage with the idea of being completely still and fully present?” you ask calmly.
Johnny takes a breath for a moment, “My body feels… warm. Warmer than it was before the exposure, but… not burning. As if I had a little bonfire pit inside of me. Different, but… peaceful.”
“And in general? What physical sensations become more noticeable as you hold attention to this?”
You had to ask him general questions too. General body sensations. If you focused too much on just his powers, with his level of unpredictability, it would be as if someone dowsed the entire couch in gasoline and set it alight.
“I can feel the warmth in my hands. Feels as if my cheeks are burnin’ up. I can suddenly…” He pauses for a moment, “I can finally feel the difference. Before and after. My whole body temperature feels warmer. Hands, face, just… my skin. I— I’ve never realised until now. I’ve never… relaxed like this.”
You can see a mix of relief, but also sadness present on his face. You have to ask, “Is this the first time you’ve fully relaxed since the mission?”
He nods with a gulp, “I’ve just been so distracted in my own head. I’ve been trying to hide it from the rest of the crew, especially Sue since she reads me like a book,” he says with a slight chuckle, “But yeah… You’ve calmed me for the first time.”
You look away, cheeks burning up slightly yourself at the accidental compliment, “I’m just trying to help you guys. Only doing my job. It’s mostly you, Johnny.”
He shakes his head vehermently, finally opening his eyes to look at you, even if he wasn’t supposed to do so, “You gave me this therapy. It’s your idea, it’s your work. I’m just the subject… You’re the healer. It’s you… It’s all you.”
You pause for a second, looking him in the eye as you slowly nod your head, “Thank you…” You raise a small curl on your lips, Johnny mirroring your expression. The two of you struggle to break eye contact for a moment, staring past the iris and into each other’s souls. It’s like you could see the fire burning within his eyes. But, not aggressively, just like he said: a little bonfire pit.
You break eye contact as casually as you can, committing yourself back to your work, “I need you to commit this to memory for me, okay? This feeling, this temperature. That way, you can self-monitor changes. When things start to feel worse. I’m gonna do a thermometer check, just so I can record this into a chart on a more technical level.”
However, Johnny just continues looking at you as you prepare the small piece of equipment. You make sure it is working before Johnny opens his mouth and you place it underneath his tongue. You keep your left hand in place so that the thermometer doesn’t fall out of his mouth, and use your right to write down some of the descriptions Johnny explained to you.
After around thirty seconds, the thermometer beeps, signalling for you to take it from his mouth, which Johnny allows you to, “Thank you…”
You take a look at the device, the stats reading 120°F. You smile a little and look back up at him. “110°. That’s lower than this morning. You’re more relaxed, Johnny.”
He lets out a sigh as he leans back against the couch as you scribble down a couple more notes. He was relieved, honestly. He doesn’t know what it was about you, but it wasn’t just the therapy techniques. There was something about you specifically that just made him feel… at home. As if this was the only place he needed to be.
“Okay…” you level the pieces of paper against your legs, “That should be good for tonight, Johnny. It was just a short introductory session, nothing too big. I didn’t want to overwhelm you with therapies or intense sessions and then just cause you to set this entire living area on fire,” you explain with a chuckle.
Johnny simply snorts, “Well, I might’ve wanted to christen the living area as well as my bedroom.”
You giggle at his statement, the two of you somehow sat closer than you were five minutes ago. When did that happen? You look into his eyes once again, as does he, and he asks, “Do you have to go yet?”
You shake your head and whisper back, “No.”
“I want you to stay,” he says softly, “I don’t want this feeling to end. You helped me get here. I’m afraid that if you leave…” he lets out a shaky sigh, “I’ll just become overwhelmed again.”
You purse your lips, “Then I’ll stay… It’s okay.”
He nods, feeling slightly nervous about the decision, but grateful nonetheless. He didn’t want to become clingy, disrupt you from your own life. But… you calmed him. And, if he let you go after getting to this position tonight, he was scared he would turn back into the shell of a man he was just yesterday: The uncontrolled, scared man who had the ability to burn down his entire home.
“Okay…” he whispers to you, a look of sincerity in your eyes as he lets out a sigh. This was a start, but there was a hell of a long way to go.
-
Sue entered the kitchen in her robe the next morning. As she switched on the light, the first thing she noticed were that two people didn’t make their way back to bed the night before. Johnny had his arm laid across the back of the couch, head slumped to the right and hanging low. You, on the other hand, were laying your head on Johnny’s shoulder, also sitting upright as you had a peaceful expression on your face.
Sue didn’t want to wake the two of you, so began (with the help of H.E.R.B.I.E.) to cook up some eggs. However, Johnny was a light sleeper, and the sound of the sizzling from the pan awoke him. As soon as he rubbed the sleep dust away using his right hand, he realised the position you were in. You were laying against him.
He looks over his shoulder to see his sister smirking at him. He rolls his eyes and whisper-shouts over to her, “This isn’t what this looks like!”
She quietly asks H.E.R.B.I.E. to take over from her as she strides over towards her brother, “Oh, really? Because I see Y/N sleeping very peacefully against you.”
He shakes his head, “Look. After the session last night, I asked her to stay here and she agreed. I remember us talking for a long time and then… Well,” he signals to the both of them, “I guess we fell asleep.”
“You asked her to stay?” Sue questions.
Johnny sighs, “She got me into this state that was just… I haven’t felt that relaxed since before the incident. Hell…” he lets out a sarcastic chuckle, “I would say since I was a kid. I haven’t been that calm in years.”
“And then?”
“And then…” Johnny says softly, “I didn’t want it to be over. I didn’t want to become what I was literally a day ago. And…” Johnny stares off into the distance, “I stayed like that. Relaxed… for hours…”
Sue just smiles at him, Johnny rolling his eyes, “What? Am I being too sappy or something?”
“No, no…” she shakes her head, “Actually… It’s kind of… cute.”
“I mean…” he sighs, running a hand through his hair, “I don’t think it’s just the therapies, Sue. The scans. It’s… I think it’s her that is making me feel like this. Like… I have control of myself for once. That I feel… at peace.”
Sue tilts her head to the side, the smile never leaving her face, “You like her, don’t you?”
“I mean…” Johnny shrugs, “Maybe? I don’t know… You know how I am. Johnny loves women, all of that stuff. We add a new member to our team and suddenly I start falling for her? I’m literally a walking caricature of myself.”
He pinches his forehead between his fingers and thumb, Sue reassuring him, “But… whatever this is… whatever you feel for her… it’s helping you, Johnny. You’re gaining a part of your life back. That’s worth something… right?”
“And if I try anything?” he begins to panic a little, “And then I ruin everything as she doesn’t like me back, and then I’m stuck trying to deal with these shitty powers alone.”
Sue rubs his right shoulder, “She works here. She can’t just give up on you. And besides… That’s if she says no. I mean… the body reacts how it feels is right. And right now… it seems to think laying on your shoulder is right.”
He sighs, he couldn’t deny the reality of the matter. You were indeed practically snuggled up into his shoulder blade. “I just don’t wanna mess this up…”
“Well…” Sue advises, “Maybe don’t put so much pressure on yourself right now, yeah? Focus on these therapies, get yourself back to a good level of stability. And then…” she smiles, “Maybe you can see if you can blossom a romance.”
He slowly nods, still not looking at his sister, “Yeah… I suppose… Thanks, sis.”
Sue lets go of his shoulder, “You got it, Jon. Just… take it easy, yeah?”
He nods, “Yeah… I will.”
Sue gives him one last smile as she heads back to the kitchen to join H.E.R.B.I.E. Johnny looks down to where you are peacefully sleeping against him. He couldn’t lie, he could get used to this. He really does think he wants this all the time, you, falling asleep in his arms.
But, Sue was right, as she always is. Therapies first, romance later. Once he got himself under control, he could worry about any potential relationships he wanted to start. To start with you.
-
“Okay,” you emerge from the lab with Reed later that afternoon, “The machine is being adapted to accommodate Ben. It might take a little while, but it doesn’t seem impossible. Will be helpful even if nothing major has happened to your internal structures,” you nod over to Ben, giving him a small smile.
“Thanks Y/N,” Ben returns the grin, working with H.E.R.B.I.E. on yet another recipe. The man was a masterchef, and seemed to never leave the kitchen.
“You got it,” you nod back at him, “So, all that’s left for me today is working with Johnny. All the rest of you are good to go!”
“Thank you, Y/N,” Sue says appreciatively, joining her husband by the kitchen counter, before politely asking him if they want to head to their bedroom for some winding down time. Ben continues his craft in the kitchen, his work only half complete. You head over to Johnny to suggest a more secluded space.
“You wanna go to my room? There should be enough space in there to work through this new technique.”
He nods and simply follows behind you. He was a lot quieter today, not his usual, bubbly, sarcastic self. You had wondered what had gone on whilst you were working today. The two of you were fine at breakfast. He seemed… content. Calm. What had gone on since you had left?
You pushed open the door to your bedroom, signalling Johnny to take a seat on the edge of your bed. You kept many of your files around your room, your work being a passion outside of the lab also, so you never had to carry too much around. And Johnny’s situation? Well, it was one of the cases that developed outside of your working hours.
“Okay,” you gather your sheets of paper, “Today we are going to try something called Somatic Experiencing. It’s a little more… intense, shall I say,” you give a slight nervous chuckle. “Sorry, I know I said it wouldn’t be too much too quickly, but I think this’ll help. Basically, I’m going to shift your mind to the trauma you experienced from the event, okay?”
You can see Johnny tense up at this already. He knows that his control over everything is far from perfect yet, and you trying to bring it to the surface? What would happen? He’s not in the container like he was in your lab. This was in your bedroom, with objects, with surfaces, with… you.
“Don’t worry,” you place a gentle hand on his shoulder, “It’s okay. If it gets too much, we can stop and ground ourselves back down, okay? But, the goal here is to minimise the negative responses to these memories. In your case, that would be the flames, easing said flames and orienting to this moment to try and create a sense of calm and groundedness, okay?”
Johnny nods reluctantly. Today had not been the best day for him. Some… things had happened since his conversation with Sue that had not put him in the best mood. He was already tense and on edge, and now you were going to make him even moreso, even if the outcome was for a positive long-term benefit. He was just nervous that today was not going to be the best day to see good results from this therapy…
“Okay, so just like your other therapy, I need you to close your eyes for me.”
Johnny lets his eyelids fall, getting comfortable on the edge of the bed, or, at least as best as he could.
“I want you to begin to describe the day for me. From when you first entered the spaceship.”
Yeah… This was not going to be good.
“Um…” Johnny gulps, “It was like any other exploration. Well… This one wasn’t authorised, and the spacecraft wasn’t… It wasn’t the best.”
You are watching him intently, despite the fact he couldn’t see you at all.
He continues, “We head up into the atmosphere as we always do, Ben manning the flight whilst I’m just… in awe of what I’m seeing to be completely honest. But…”
You can see a little bit of smoke emitting from his hands. As much as it was painful to see, this is what you wanted. The problem is: how far is he going to go?
“Reed noticed something on the monitor trying to penetrate the rocket. I couldn’t see a single thing, but the shuttle… It was flagging red everywhere, alarms sounding…”
Fire started to admit from Johnny’s hands. He was getting closer to reaching his full limit. You moved yourself off of the bed and onto the floor. Nobody knows how exactly Johnny lit his bedroom on fire, so just in case it came straight from the source to the fabric, you moved yourself into a safer space.
“Ben struggled to take control, and we just started to fall… We ended up crash-landing and… as soon as I got out of that ship, I felt myself burning up.”
The fire was spreading up his arms and beginning to move down his legs. However, you were right, and didn’t really think this through when your duvet started to light up.
Johnny was gritting his teeth, “And before I know it… Boom! I’m up in the fucking air, on fire, flying all over the place before, yet again, crash-landing onto the floor!”
On ‘Boom!’ Johnny is fully engulfed in flames. However, he doesn’t stop talking, and continues ranting. This was the moment you were supposed to step in. He had told the story you needed him to tell, and now you needed to ground him back to the present. But… it wasn’t the easiest task.
“Okay, Johnny—“
His eyes open up, pupils completely orange and shining as he continues to expose his anger, “And now look at me! It’s been six months, everyone else has control of their fucking shit, and I’m still here, having nightmares—“
“Johnny, I need you to come back to me—“
You stand up, cautiously making your way towards him as he continues, “Lighting my entire fucking room on fire and doing these shitty therapies that are causing me to become like this!”
“Johnny, stop,” you say a bit more sternly.
“And all I do is cause more and more trouble for the people around me, and all I want—“
“Johnny!”
“Is for it all to fucking stop!”
As you reach out a hand towards him, something Johnny had never shown before happens. He pushes out his hand towards you and send you down to the floor. You scream out in pain as Johnny immediately comes down to reality.
“Holy shit! No, no, no!”
The upper side of your left arm is bubbling, the skin burning away as it makes a loud sizzling sound, cutting away at the organ.
“Come on! Come on!” Johnny is immediately at your side, dragging you up as he rushes you towards your bathroom. All you can do is cry out at the pain, the feeling so excruciating that you have no other way to feasibly react.
Johnny keeps you held upright as he bursts open the door, powering straight over to your shower and whacking on the cold tap. He forces your body underneath it, your arm directly underneath the head as it pours cold water onto your skin.
“I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry. It’s gonna be okay. God, I hope it’s okay,” Johnny blabbers out, completely panicked at what he had done. He had felt something leave his body for the first time, almost as if it was ejecting out of his hands. He doesn’t know what it was, but it didn’t matter. He had hurt someone… He had hurt you.
However, the sounds in your ears began to muffle, your eyes drooping as you felt as if you were losing control of your body. All you managed to do was mumble out a small “Johnny?” before everything went black.
Johnny froze. What the fuck had he done?
-
Your ears were muffled as you slowly blinked your eyes open, vision hazy. As time passed, you could slow begin to hear and see what was going on around you. You felt a delicate fabric pressed against your arm, the same material to your forehead as each emmitted a cool feeling against your skin. The pain you immediately felt before you had passed out was definitely less, but still sore to the touch.
“Hey, hey. You okay?” Johnny asks worriedly, noticing that you were waking up and becoming aware.
You just groan a little, trying to figure out mentally what the hell had happened. “What happened?”
“I, um…” Johnny stutters, “I hurt you…”
You immediately try to reassure him, but hiss at the pain shooting up your arm.
“Hey, hey,” Johnny tries to stop you from moving, but you wave him off, desperately wanting to sit up. “I’m okay, I’m okay.”
“Damnit, this is all my fault…” Johnny curses himself out. “Something happened, and I don’t know what, and now I’ve fucked up your arm and—”
“Johnny,” you say softly, your vision finally becoming clear enough to look at him in the eye, “It’s okay. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out.”
You feel another shoot of pain up your arm, but you were somehow getting used to it. Consistency, right?
“I…” you think for a moment, “Wanted to talk to you about what happened. I can tell that was more than just… the memory affecting you.”
Johnny freezes up, hating the fact that you knew something was off with him. Why didn’t he just try and act normal around you? He had been silent and looking hurt, of course you would notice. You notice everything about him… Just like he wanted you to…
“It’s nothing. It’s just Ben being Ben.”
“Well, Ben being Ben made you have an extreme reaction and burn my bedsheets,” you chuckle lightly, Johnny amazed that you could brush off the fact he damaged your possessions so easily.
“It’s just, um…” Johnny didn’t know how to spit it out. Sue said to wait until after he got his powers under control, but the thought of lying to you just pained him even more.
“Sue saw us this morning… when I woke up… and you were laying on my shoulder because we couldn’t even stay awake another minute last night. And, well… Ben found out somehow, from Sue, from Reed, Jesus, even from H.E.R.B.I.E., who knows? But, as I said… Ben being Ben… he kept alluding to us being a thing. Being… a couple…”
Johnny gulped, you just continuing to try and read his facial expressions. Was he angry at Ben for alluding to something that wasn’t remotely true or… because he wanted it to be real?
“And… why did that switch you off so much? Make you spaced out? Distant?”
He couldn’t lie to you.
“Because…” he sighs, “I told Sue that maybe I didn’t mind you laying there because I kind of enjoy you being that close to me and wouldn’t mind if you did it again…” He pauses, “All of the time.”
Your lips literally upturn at his bashfulness, “What happened to Mr. Flirtatious? You’ve gone all shy.”
“Well…” he chuckles, “When you admit your feelings to the girl you’ve liked since she walked in this building, it’s kind of hard not to feel a bit nervous.”
You tilt your head to the side with a smile, “Well, would it make it any easier if she reciprocated those feelings?”
Johnny’s face literally drops, eyes bulging out of his face and eyebrows raising, “You’re shitting me.”
You shake your head vehermently, “As if I have ever done that in my time here.”
“Holy shit… Holy shit!” Johnny literally fist pumps the air, “Um… Yeah! Yeah, cool, cool… You like me too… Great! Cool…”
“You gonna do a celebration with me, or…?” you question with a sly grin, Johnny looking at you as if questioning if you were serious, to which you nod.
He wastes no time to cup both of your cheeks in his hands and smash his lips into yours. Your upper arm is still in complete agony, but you mentally check out of the pain to wrap your arms around his neck, sinking into his lips.
You can feel him smile into the kiss as he mumbles against your lips, “Isn’t it inappropriate to kiss someone on the job?”
You pull away, leaving a few mere inches between your faces, shrugging your shoulders and looking him dead in the eye, “Don’t worry. I’m out of hours.”
Johnny chuckles with you as he presses a softer kiss to your lips, taking his time to savour the taste of you. He refrains himself from turning the sweetness into something rougher, into a make-out session, and keeps it light, parting every so often so that you can catch your breath and letting you decide if and when you wanted to continue.
The night continues in a much more sweeter, domestic way than you had planned. You taught Johnny how to tend to your wound, knowing immediately it was some kind of burn, putting some anti-septic on it, patting the area dry, and wrapping it with a bandage. And just like the night before, with no plan at all, you fall asleep in each other’s arms, Johnny in his laid-back attire, and you still in your work clothes. Because with him, you didn’t need to be perfectly tucked into bed, just being with him was enough.
-
You both hadn’t realised how late it had gotten the next morning, and like the both of you normally do, you head on over into the kitchen in the clothes you were wearing yesterday.
However, since the time was past 10AM, every single other member of the Fantastic Four were already making breakfast. You and Johnny stumbled into the kitchen, hair messy, clothes ruffled, your make-up half running down your face, stained to your skin. The chatter that once filled the space came to a complete halt. H.E.R.B.I.E. is the first one to make a sound, you still not understanding what the little guy means, but Johnny replies, “Yeah, we’re good, Herb.”
Sue immediately notices the bandage around your arm, “Oh, honey, what happened? Don’t tell me my brother did this to you, because if he did, I’ll—”
“Sue, it’s fine,” you reassure her, “We think it was Johnny, but we don’t know how he did it. He didn’t physically touch me, so it’s something we’re gonna work on figuring out.”
Johnny’s immediately heading for the cupboards, Ben continuing to stir the pot of oatmeal as he has a small smirk on his face. Reed comes over to attend to you, lightly unwrapping the bandage, “Looks like a second-degree. Not as bad as a third-degree of course, but it still will probably need daily care. Keep the area nice and clean. Hopefully won’t leave a scar.”
“I mean,” you shrug, looking over at Johnny, “Maybe a scar won’t be too bad. Means I’ll fit in with the rest of you guys.”
Johnny smiles at you from across the room and gives you a subtle wink, to which you giggle and a slight tinge of pink appears on your cheeks. Johnny sits down at the table with his usual box of cereal as Ben’s smile just grows. You sit next to Johnny as he passes you some cereal, and you mutter a “Thank you,” with a smile, gently pouring the handful into your mouth.
Ben finally lets out a soft chuckle, speaking aloud, “Are you two a couple?”
You freeze mid-chew, looking over to Johnny immediately. It was only one kiss last night, and falling asleep in each other’s arms, and then a morning kiss… or a few.
Johnny just shrugs, not really having too much fuss over specific labels, “Yeah.”
Sue almost drops the cup of coffee in her hand, “Are you serious?”
You nod as well now, “Yeah. We… kissed last night.”
She squeals, putting her cup down on the table so she can run over to the both of you, hugging her brother first before hugging you as well. “That’s great news!” She pulls back, “I did technically tell Johnny to wait until after he gained control over his powers, but… it seems like my advice wasn’t needed. Gosh, I’m just so happy for the two of you.”
“Thanks, Sue,” you reply with a smile of your own, looking over to Johnny who looks at you with an adoring look in his eyes. “But… I hope he knows that my work isn’t done. Just because I’m his girlfriend now doesn’t mean he gets a free pass.”
Johnny whines, “Goddamnit! I was going to try that excuse!”
Sue breaks apart from the two of you with a chuckle, heading to sit down at another chair around the table, Reed taking the spot next to her. “Tough luck, baby. We’re figuring out what the hell caused this burn on my arm. And how we won’t be causing it again.”
His expression changes to that of regret, muttering a small “Sorry,” to which you cup his cheeks and say, “It’s okay. It was just an accident.”
Ben has a smile on his face as he brings over the pan of hot oatmeal, “Oats for everyone. Toppings all laid out so you can take your own pick on how to decorate.” He begins pouring the mixture into your bowl, “Thanks, Ben. Looks great as always.”
“You’re welcome, Y/N. And because I haven’t said it yet, I’m happy for the two of you.”
“Thank you,” you whisper as Ben starts giving Johnny his portion, “And I’m sorry for the comments I made yesterday, Johnny. I should’ve known how that would get you all riled up.”
“Don’t be sorry at all,” Johnny waves it off, “My anger made me spill my feelings to her, and now I’ve got her as my girlfriend. So, in reality, I should be thanking you.”
“And also gave Y/N a harmful burn on her upper left arm which may leave a scar if not treated properly,” Reed chimes in, not realising how sarcastic his comment sounded.
“She said it was okay!” Johnny pipes up in a defensive tone.
You place a hand on his shoulder to calm him down, “To be honest, I did say I don’t mind. If anything… it intrigues me. Johnny didn’t touch me, so how in the hell did I get sent to the floor with my skin burning off?”
“Yeah, don’t forget guys, I’m still her little lab rat,” Johnny jokes.
“A cute lab rat,” you flirt with him.
“Okay, don’t make me take back my nice comments,” Ben chimes in, finally sitting down at the table as H.E.R.B.I.E. rushes off with the hot pan, putting it in the sink to soak. The entire family laughs, all tucking into their breakfast with a variety of hums of contentment at the delicious food.
And even though you had a long way to go with Johnny in terms of his power control, you were happy that you could now do that as not only his scientist, but as his girlfriend too.
summary: when eddie struggles to sew his patches onto his denim jacket, you come to the rescue with your talent.
warnings: FLUFF & COMFORT!! established relationship. mentions of blood. swearing. brief mention of food. brief mention of knives. mentions of 80s misogyny. insecure!eddie. mentions of eddie's traumatic past. pet names (babe, baby.) [1.3k].
a/n: this was inspired by a tiktok headcanons of eddie that i can no longer find :') so, if you see a similar headcanon on tikok to this fic, i got my inspo from there <3
You knock on your boyfriend’s door, sewing kit in hand, taking 10 minutes from the time you ended the phone call with him to driving up the dirt track, passing the Forest Hills Trailer Park signage.
The door swings open, Eddie’s cheeks flushed, hair fluffy and messy as he pants. “Hey, babe.”
“What have you been doing?” you ask with a light chuckle, an edge of concern seeping in as you cup his reddened left cheek.
“Well… let’s just say I got so frustrated with that damn needle that I kind of had an angry meltdown in the middle of my room” he says sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. He never liked to repeat to you his little moments, knowing his anger management issues weren’t improving as drastically as he’d liked.
“Oh, bless you,” you reply, your thumb stroking across the warmed skin, “Don’t worry. I’m here to help you now. You can take as much of a breather as you’d like.”
He nods as he directs you inside with his arm. In his entire honesty, your presence was enough of a breather. He just needed your help, and more importantly, your touch. He needed you to calm down.
As you head to his bedroom, his denim jacket is sprawled across his bed, various colours of thread unravelled, creating a messy picture as if a child had drawn it.
“Okay, where is the needle?” you stop in your tracks, hands held up as if being detained.
He chuckles, “On the side. Don’t worry, I’m not so dumb that I’d accidentally stab you.”
You turn around with an arched eyebrow, “Are you forgetting when you left the sharp knife in the sink full of water?” you query with a smirk.
He holds a finger up, “Okay, that was one time—”
“Twice. When we made a casserole.”
He sits behind you, before quickly jumping back up again, ignoring your comment, “Oh yeah, I drew you a little sketch.” He hands you a small folded piece of paper — it’s a rough outline of his denim jacket, with doodles of each of the patches he had bought ready to be sewn on. He had also added in some extra circles of where he was planning to put his newly-purchased badges, but he made a colour code, with the hex being “I’ll put these on :) x”
But, what you took most notice of were the blotches of red scattered across the page.
“Oh, yeah…” he cringes, holding up his hands where he had various different band-aids across his hands, from across his stained palms to around his thick fingertips.
“Baby! Oh my gosh!” you exclaim, “I thought it was just one or two punctures!”
He makes himself comfortable behind you again, leaning his head in the crook of your shoulder, “It was… when I called you… And then I got bored, so I tried again…”
“It’s okay,” you kiss his temple softly, “I’ll fix you up once I’m done sewing these on. You’re lucky that I had a semester of Home Economics classes back in middle school.”
“Wish I got to take that,” he mumbles, the words muffled by his lips digging into your shoulder, “Sewing, cooking, helpful for a guy who spends his nights alone.”
You knew that he still experienced that loneliness. It had been over three years since he moved in with his Uncle Wayne, and since Wayne worked night shifts, along with Eddie’s days being taken up with school, he spent most of his evenings alone. And although you did spend a lot of time keeping him company, you had your own family too, and you couldn’t just neglect that, which he understood. It didn’t stop the feelings from sitting deeply in his stomach though.
“Well, they view women as being better at those things, so we had to take it,” you reply, a little frustration laced in your tone as you lined up the first patch on the bottom left-hand corner of the jacket, threading the material through the needle and piercing the edge of the patch fabric.
“Bullshit,” he mutters with a kiss into your neck, “Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit,” each word followed by another tender kiss.
You mostly sat in silence whilst you worked on his patches, carefully pushing the needle through over and over again, before gracefully tying off the ends of each thread. Once you were finished, you handed it to him, “I read that a certain someone wanted to place the pin badges on.”
“That I do,” he smiles, taking the jacket from you and sifting through his pile of pins. He had to be honest, he spent most of his money on this and the patches, so he would have to choose his favourites for now and have them in rotation. He needed to honour all of his favourite bands at some point.
He decided to go with a Black Sabbath one and a Dio one, with a small red guitar pin and a skull doing the rock ‘n roll sign to match. “Perfect.”
You tidy up your makeshift work station, heading back out into the kitchen to fetch the Munson’s first aid kit. When you arrive back, you kneel down in front of Eddie, gently bringing his hand towards you, taking off the band-aids.
“You know, you could’ve just asked me before you started. I would’ve come straight over,” you say, prepping Eddie’s light stabbings with an anti-septic spray.
He hisses a little at the sharp sting, “I know, it’s just… I want to feel fucking useful for once. I love you, and I love when you do things for me, but… I’m fed up of you cooking for me and helping me clean and everything and I just… I want to do some damn things myself which aren’t just doodling and playing guitar. Productive things.”
You were aware of Eddie’s insecurities. He always had this thought process of thinking he was a failure, even with his immense musical and artistic talents. It was a great bother to him, and you hated that he thought so lowly of himself.
“You are improving a lot though. It’s okay if you can’t do things straight away. I didn’t become this wonderful cook in two hours,” you explain, “And… when you don’t have people around you to teach you this stuff, like my mom did for me, it’s understandable that it takes you longer to figure it out.”
“Hm… I guess…” he mumbles, still not fully convinced. It was gonna take more than a few words to get that mindset through to him it seems.
You finish wrapping the band-aids across his palms and around his fingers, “There we go. All done. Now, put it on. Let me see how pretty you look.”
Eddie shakes his head with a slight grin, bashful at your compliment. He pushes his arms through the holes, doing a little 180° spin for you to admire your own artwork. “How does it look?”
“Beautiful. You look beautiful in it, baby.”
He blushes timidly at your comment. Even with how long you had been together, there was something about you praising him that made all the blood rush to his cheeks. Gosh, he loved you.
“Come here,” you smile, arms wide as Eddie scoffs with a grin, snuggling into your shoulder openly, arms wrapping around your back as yours tightened around his neck. “You’ll get this one day, baby. All it takes is a little practice.
sometimes i think about how eddie’s southern accent slips out. he’ll spend a few days purely with wayne and the accent will just come back to him due to exposure. it’s like he’s a kid back in memphis again.
and you’ll come over after his bonding time with wayne, and his usual ‘sweetheart’ won’t be heard. he’ll greet you at the door with “hey, darlin’” and it’ll shock you because the accent is just so thick.
and although you love your metalhead boyfriend and all his shenanigans, there’s something particularly attractive about the southern gentleman that jumps out of him. seeing him in his red flannel and doing some simple weeding outside his trailer. cupping your cheeks with his mudded-up hands. the temple kisses. the forehead kisses. the cheek kisses. the pet names.
Okay but Ronance x Reader where they show you how to get fucked with the strap? Being spread out on the bed, back leaning against Robin’s chest and thighs spread open over Robin’s while Nancy steps into the harness? Robin rubbing lazy circles over your clit as you both watch Nancy? Finally, Nancy leaning over you to fuck you, whilst the woman behind you makes sure to whispers dirty things into your ear and plays with your clit simultaneously?? 💋💋
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double the pleasure ᯓᡣ𐭩°⟡ᝰ.ᐟ
nancy wheeler x afab!reader x robin buckley
summary: when your girlfriend nancy brings out her strap for the first time, you feel a little intimidated. but, from the first feeling, you never wish to part from it again.
warnings: SMUT!! afab!reader. sapphic!reader. poly!reader. threesome. strap-on use. boob play. hickies. soft turned rough. mommy kink. established relationship. poly relationship. sapphic!nancy. ronance. use of pet names (honey, baby, babe.) orgasms for everyone !! some fluff at the end. talks of consent. [1.1k].
a/n: thank you for requesting, babe! absolutely loved the idea of this, so just had to tackle it first in my requests. any poly people, feel free to correct me on inaccuracies !! i don’t identify as poly !!
“I-I’ve never used one before.”
Nancy chuckles at you, a sly grin forming on her face as she shows you the glittery, pink dildo in her hand.
It’s pretty, you have to admit. From your limited knowledge of dicks, you guessed it had to be at least six inches in length, a four inch girth at the least. As you admired the toy, you noticed the small vein on the underside, knowing that would feel good up against your smooth, velvet walls.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m not gonna rush you or anything. Robbie can confirm it feels real good though. Can’t you, Robbie?”
You are laying on top of Robin’s chest, her left arm wrapped around your front as her right hand gently rubs up and down your thigh. Every single word she utters tickling against your neck, each sentence of hers being soothed by the harsh sucking of her teeth against your soft skin. “Oh yeah. It feels so good, baby. Especially when she speeds up. She just knows how to hit all the right spots.”
“And honey,” Nancy directs towards you, your lidded eyes lifting to make eye contact with your girlfriend, “If anything hurts at any time, do not be afraid to let me know, ‘kay? Want this to feel so incredibly good for you.”
“Okay…” you breathlessly let out, Robin’s hand getting dangerously close to your mound.
“Robbie, keep her open for me, ‘kay?” Nancy directs the other girl, “Rub her pretty little clit for me. Make sure she’s nice and wet. Don’t want to break her after all.”
Robin’s movements on your bud are just right. Her actions are lazy, yet firm, putting down just enough pressure for the pleasure to softly sit in the pit of your stomach. Just like you, she is too mesmerised by the sight of Nancy’s long legs stepping into the harness, so delicately and simply tightening the harness around her legs and front.
“Check her for me, Robbie. How wet is she?”
Robin knew exactly what Nancy wished of her, her hand dipping lower as she pushes two fingers into your heat, a choked moan releasing from your mouth. She pushes her fingers to the hilt, curling them slightly before pulling them back out.
As Nancy finishes tightening up the harness, she leans forward to inspect Robin’s fingers. Eyes flicking between the both of you laying down in front of her, she takes them into her mouth, sucking them clean and moaning at the flavour.
“Mmm, I think she’s ready. Such a needy girl, getting wet just at the sight of me and Robin’s poor, little actions.”
Nancy takes her palm and wipes it up your mound, using your slick as lube as she rubs the juices all over her dick.
“Perfect, perfect. Just the right amount. You’re so good for me, baby. So good for us,” she praises, “You ready to take mommy’s dick? I’ll start off slow, I promise.”
You nod ferociously, the movement of Robin’s hand back on your clit so agonisingly slow that you needed that extra dose of pleasure.
And just as you pleaded, Nancy slowly sinks the strap into your pussy, your walls hugging it tightly as she pushes to the hilt.
“Mmm, so fucking good for me, honey. Look at that, Robbie. Look how good our girl took it.”
Nancy slowly pulls out, before pushing all the way back in, creating a steady pace for you to enjoy.
Robin’s breath is still fanning on your neck, her voice low and sultry as she begins to whisper the dirtiest phrases into your ear.
“Taking her dick so well, baby. So perfect for your mommy. Poor pussy cannot let go of her.”
You can’t utter a word back, all that’s escaping your mouth being a guttural “Uh” every time Nancy hit the back of your pussy.
“Think she’s too cockdrunk for us, baby,” Nancy speeds up her pace, her hands coming to massage your perky breasts, “Poor thing can’t even get out a sentence, can you, honey?”
You swallow thickly as Nancy takes your nipple into her mouth, Robin’s fingertips pressing a little deeper on your clit, “F-Feels so good.”
“I know it does, pretty girl,” Nancy replies, bucking her hips in a particular harsh thrust, Robin letting out a gasp herself.
Her thrusts become more rapid, Robin letting out soft moans as she whispers out, “Balls are hitting my clit, babe. Shit!”
“Oh, are they?” she chuckles smugly, “Both my girls getting pleasured at once? What a sight to see.”
The room is filled with grunts, gasps, and moans, the bed creaking loudly with the sheer strength and weight of the three of you, the smell of sweat and sex lingering in the atmosphere.
“N-Nance, baby. Getting close,” you mumble out, Robin’s moaning directly into your ear, her hand struggling to keep a solid pace on your clit, her high slowly building up also.
In a harsh movement, Nancy grabs Robin’s hand from your clit, the other from your waist and pins them either side of her head, hovering over the both of you, hips bucking more frantically, trying to get you both to cum at the same time.
“Pleasure yourself, baby. Get yourself there. Get yourself to cum on mommy’s dick.”
You obey her orders immediately, right hand sneaking down to your clit, rubbing fast circles as your other gripped Nancy’s waist tightly, leaving marks in your movement.
Robin is the first to let go, a sharp whine being let out in your ear as her body shakes beneath you, Nancy grunting, turning into a whine as she bucks wildly into you, pushing you towards the edge.
“Come on, baby. I got you. Cum for mommy. Cum for me.”
And with that demand, you let go, Nancy pounding you through your high, juices coating the pink dildo as she also lets out a squeal, turned loud moan.
Coming down from your highs, Nancy puts her full body weight on top of you, Robin letting herself be crushed by the two of you, settling into a post-orgasm bliss.
“So… how did you find the strap?” Nancy asks you between pants.
You let out a soft giggle in response, “Put that in the regular use box. Gonna need that a lot more often.”
The three of you giggle together as you finally say in a sultry voice, “Although, maybe next time I could try it on.”
And both Nancy and Robin were definitely down for that.
overwhelming, emotional, romantic eddie smut blurb ♡
warnings: SMUT!! fem!afab!reader. unprotected p in v (wrap it in real life kiddos!!) creampie. established relationship. pet names (honey, sweetheart, my love, baby.) kissing. swearing. [0.3k].
“God, I love you.”
Eddie’s face is contorted up into one of pleasure, mouth agape as heavy breaths escape his throat. His bangs are stuck to his forehead, eyes closed as his forehead is leant against yours, your hands cupping each side of his face.
His cock is slowly fucking into you, your right leg wrapped around his waist as he cuddles you close. He just loves being face to face with you, and he had to admit that this sideways embrace was his favourite position.
“Holy shit, I’m going to cum just looking at you, baby. You’re so fucking beautiful. My perfect girl.”
You could feel his pace faltering, becoming more uneven in his thrusts, grip tightening on your waist, hands kneading into your skin tightly.
“Let go whenever you need to, my love. I’m here for you, always.”
He grits his teeth and lets out a loud whine as his body shakes, cock stilling. A high-pitched moan leaves your mouth as you feel his warm, thick cum squirting into the back of your pussy, hitting your cervix.
Tears leave your eyes at the overwhelming feeling, Eddie letting out sharp exhales as he strokes your cheeks, shushing you as he whimpers, “I know, honey, I know. Feels so fuckin’ good for me too. So gorgeous…”
You kiss him suddenly, Eddie melting into your touch as he slowly starts to pull out of you, but you stop him, grabbing his ass to push him back into you.
Eddie whimpers from the overstimulation, you apologising, “Sorry, so sorry, honey. Just want you in me tonight. Wanna fall asleep with all of you.”
“Okay, sweetheart,” he kisses your forehead, closing his eyes once more as he starts to drift off, humming softly as he relaxes into your body. “G’night, baby.”
you both secretly loved it. johnny loved playing with his nephew, and you loved reading stories to the little guy.
johnny bought franklin this blue dinosaur onesie, and he would dress his nephew up in the thing any time he got to look after him. he argued frequently that the richards didn't put their son in the outfit enough.
you would cook everyone a delicious dinner and then put frankie down for some tummy time whilst johnny cleaned the dishes, before it was time to change franklin into a more suitable sleepwear (which johnny protested against), give him his bottle and let him rest for the night.
you both finally got to rest on the couch with the baby monitor in front of you. johnny was still whining about franklin changing. so... maybe johnny got some rest. you got another baby to attend to.
