#johnnyxwoc

[dc41896]

Prove It

✨Pairing✨: Johnny “Human Torch” StormxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: Johnny makes an already bad situation 10 times worse

⚠️: Angst, Mentions of drinking

“That’s it. The Thing!,” he smiled gesturing up towards the large screen in the arena displaying Ben’s face. “If you think that’s bad, you should’ve seen him before.”

“Jesus Johnny, you really gotta learn to shut up,” you speak to yourself hearing his voice drift from the living room flat screen to the hall closet containing the washer and dryer. You’d think after all this time he’d have learned the simple skill, but then again this was Johnny Storm you were talking about. Infamous hot-headed playboy who always gave the cameras and press a good show.

“So Johnny, all these lovely ladies, and those watching, are dying to know if one of New York’s finest is looking for a Mrs. Torch?,” the interviewer smirks throwing a wink to the camera.

The trio of groupies around him with their hands gripping and rubbing his biceps and back didn’t bother you. You were used to the gawking and glances any time you were out together. Even his hesitation and signature smoldering grin didn’t make you falter, knowing he was probably trying to find some witty remark to get around the question. This wasn’t the first time he’d been asked, and each time he’d skate by leaving the public still wondering. The aftermath of their rescue on the bridge trying to get to Ben quickly showed how famous they’d become, and how noticeably more private he was when it came to you and not wanting to subject you to jealous and judgmental eyes. At least that’s what he told you.

What upset you was watching him place his arms around two of the women before kissing the third on the cheek and simply replying with “next question.”

“Excuse me?,” you ask to no one but yourself being home alone with just your new puppy, Sparks. At your change in attitude, the spotted Dalmatian was standing at your foot with front paws pressed to your calf seemingly saying “don’t be upset mom,” with his deep, cocoa eyes and wagging tail.

“I’ll be back bubs. That is unless I get arrested for murder,” you sweetly scratch behind his ears before collecting your keys and purse.

———

Shoes tapping against the concrete, the remaining three members of the team arrived at just the right time seeing Johnny proudly saunter out the arena with the same three women stuck to his sides.

“There he is,” Sue pointed, frustrated as she made her way to her little brother ready to give him a piece of her mind.

You were a bit quicker though.

“Johnny!,” you sternly called getting his, and seemingly everyone else outside’s attention. Halting in place, his boyish smile never leaves his face as he excuses himself before stepping closer to you.

“So this is what we do now?!”

“Hey relax, it’s nothing,” he smoothly replies in a hushed tone. “Just…catering to the fans you know?”

“Pretty sure you can do that without kissing someone. Then to say next question?!”

“It didn’t mean anything! It was innocent and on the cheek. Like kissing your grandma.”

“You know that’s not the point.”

“Listen, we can do this later alright-,”

“Oh I’m sorry, am I interrupting your time with your friends?,” you sarcastically ask feigning regret with hand over you chest. “Please go ahead, and totally disregard your girlfriend.”

“Why are you doing this? I told you it’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing to me though Johnny!”

“God, at least let me actually cheat on you first before you treat me like I did!,” he angrily counters further stilling the crowd around you. As soon as the weight of his words really hit him, he knew he’d messed up. Plus seeing your watering eyes before you looked down, unable to stand the sight of his face, only solidified that thought.

“That didn’t come out right, you know I didn’t mean-,”

“No, I don’t Johnny,” you state meeting his eyes once more just as the first tear fell. “Not anymore.”

He tried grabbing your hand, quickly wishing he could take his words back and turn back time to completely redo the conversation, but you pulling your arms inward to cross over your chest as you turned away told how he’d be better off leaving you alone when your mouth found it hard to.

“Nice going Johnny,” Sue chides brushing past to comfort you.

“I kinda feel bad for balling up his Porsche now,” Ben whispers to Reed, but apparently not quiet enough as the human flame immediately turned to look at the two with annoyance.

———

It had been a month now since that very publicized day, and Johnny couldn’t get the hurt on your face out of his mind. Even if he wanted to, with the pictures and video from that day plastered all over every news and magazine outlet he had no choice but to confront your doe eyes for about two weeks.

He tried calling, texting, even stopping by your apartment some days knocking and pleading for you to open the door. Each time he heard nothing, having to retreat to the Baxter Building with head hung low as he rode the private elevator to the top floor. Everyone around him of course noticed his more melancholy mood and tried to get his mind off things, but he wouldn’t entertain them for long as he mostly stayed quiet. On his off days, or after missions, he’d stay in his room watching some random show on tv, not really paying attention as his mind was stuck wondering what you were doing. If you were missing, or thinking, of him the way he did you.

His best friend from his time at NASA wouldn’t have this new, solemn Johnny though, persistent in his efforts to get him out the now stale smelling room.

“You can’t stay in there all day man, let’s go out and get some air,” Bradley stated through the phone.

“I’m just not up for it right now B,” Johnny sighs fixing his second bowl of cereal for the day.

“Why don’t we just go to a bar, get something to eat, maybe watch a game or two, then come home? Cmon J, I hate to see you like this.”

Going against his better judgment, he decided to take his friend’s offer seeing nothing wrong with a couple beers and good food in the midst of company he probably needed.

Only if the night went that way though.

One beer led to a shot from the bartender hearing how he was recently heartbroken, which turned into a mix of shots and beers from other patrons who heard of his pain or wanted to show their appreciation for one fourth of the Fantastic Four. Now here he was under his crumpled sheets with a throbbing head and genuinely confused how he got back. He didn’t have too much time to think at the soft knocks at the door that sounded anything but.

“Hang on!,” he speaks immediately regretting his raised tone as his palm went to his forehead applying the slightest bit of pressure trying to offset the new pounding. He doesn’t even bother trying to cover himself figuring that it was more than likely Reed or Sue at the door trying to get him to eat something with more sustenance than Cheerios. However, opening the door to see you in your light blue summer dress that clung to all your curves and gave a slight tease of your legs from the split that climbed to mid-thigh, he wished he’d look more presentable than being in his boxer briefs.

“Bab- I mean, uh h-hey,” he stammers feeling his own eyes light up and nerves take over at the sight of you after all this time.

“Hey. Sorry to show up unannounced like this,” you nervously state with hands fidgeting behind your back. The rest of the team told you how he’d been awful since that day, staying inside and barely talking to anyone which definitely wasn’t like the Johnny you knew. Now standing in front of him you could see it for yourself, instantly noticing the dark circles around his eyes along with the growing hair and five o’clock shadow along his jaws. Although a bit sadder, those ocean eyes still had a vice grip on you reluctantly making your heart swoon.

Also, the view of his naked torso toned like the rest of his body didn’t help with trying to dissuade the swooning.

“No it’s okay, I understand. I hurt you and you needed time.”

“I should’ve said that though. It would’ve been more mature than-,”

“Torch, I’m using your shower really quick before I go,” you both hear a dainty voice announce from the bathroom after the flush of the toilet. An awkward silence overtakes the both of you as your stomach churns at this new girl and Johnny finally remembers last night, but only in glimpses.

“Not now,” he mentally groaned leaning his head against the edge of the door kicking himself at his dumb decisions. He practically had you in his grasp, but now he’d probably be lucky to ever see you again.

“Y/N I know this looks bad-,”

“I have to go,” you quickly reply, hurriedly making your way down the hall before any tears could fall or the acid coming up your throat would overflow. A bit dizzy, Johnny kept up with you. Feet padding along until he could reach out to gently grab your arm and turn you around to face him.

“Just let me explain-,”

“There’s nothing to explain. You went out and obviously had fun. I mean we’re basically on a break so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised,” you sniff trying to hold back your tears until you could at least get to the elevator.

“That’s the thing, I didn’t mean to. I-I got drunk and don’t remember-,” he tries to explain but stops as soon as a small envelope is removed from your purse and placed in his hand. “What’s this?”

At your hesitation to answer him, he pulls the flap back removing a black and white picture of what looked like a pea in a bubble with a red arrow pointing towards the pea. He wasn’t quite sure what he was looking at, but the “four weeks” at the bottom has his heart rate beginning to increase.

“Congratulations, you’re gonna be a dad.”

Taglist: @fumbling-fanfics @honeychicana @lady-olive-oil @themyscxiras @melinda-january @lovelymari4 @ladydmalfoy @maxcullen @literaturefeen @damnitaa @curlyhairclub @plokyu23 @fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression @nunubug99 @felicity-x0 @ellixthea @jojolu @jnk-812 @brwn-sgr @captainsamwlsn @wildfirecracker @nina-sj @iammyownlover @chaneajoyyy @thesecretlifeofdaydreamss @scoop93535 @secretmysteriousperson

If anybody wants to be tagged, has asked to be tagged but don’t see your name, only want to be tagged for certain people I write for (can be found in masterlist), or no longer wish to be tagged just let me know🤓!

[dc41896]

Prove It (2)

✨Pairing✨: Johnny “Human Torch” StormxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: Johnny wants to prove how he can be the man you need him to be

⚠️: very brief insinuations of abortion/adoption, pregnancy symptoms (dizziness, feeling faint, headache), little bit of angst, fluff mixed in tho

“Y/N wait,” Johnny finally speaks grabbing your arm before you could take another step towards the elevator. “You’re just gonna drop something heavy like this then leave?”

On the way up, you rehearsed your plan over and over in your head. You’d sit him down, talk for a bit, then show him the ultrasound once things seemed relaxed enough between you two. Hearing that other girl’s voice though, the plan you spent days ruminating over was long forgotten instead replaced by the overwhelming urge to run away.

“I-,” you sigh meeting his eyes before meeting those of the looming figure in the background with heels in her hand. “Your guest is waiting for you.”

Looking over his shoulder, he curses under his breath trying to figure out how to handle this sticky predicament. “You go to the couch okay? I’ll come get you when I’m done.”

With a small nod, your sandals flap against the tile floor as you enter the futuristic room brightly illuminated from the afternoon sun shining through its many windows. You’d turn on the tv if you could to pass the time, but the usual remote that sat on the coffee table had been replaced by some complicated looking tablet that seemed to control more than the tv. So until Johnny was done, you’d just sit in silence with your thoughts fiddling with the star charm on your necklace as you gazed out to the slow passing clouds.

In hindsight, it probably wasn’t the best idea since all your thoughts now centered on him and this mystery woman.

“Hey kid!,” Ben’s deep voice booms as his heavy footsteps approach the living room making the walls vibrate. “What brings you here? Please tell me you’re taking flame boy back with you. He eats all the food and just lies around like an old rug stinking up the place.”

“Glad to hear how you really feel about me pebbles,” Johnny sarcastically smiles from the doorway now in a red shirt and jeans. “Now if you don’t mind me and Y/N need to talk.”

“I’ll talk to you later Ben. Promise.” Connecting your elbows as part of your little handshake, you leave him carefully tapping the tablet successfully cutting on the tv before turning to whatever peaked his interest.

“Make yourself at home,” Johnny states holding open the door to his recently cleaned room. The stale smell now replaced by the fresh air seeping through the cracked sliding glass door paired with citrus scented Lysol. His sheets were changed to a light grey set and perfectly made on the bed, while the clothes that typically littered the floor were all in the hamper waiting to be washed.

“How do you feel? Need anything? Water? Food?”

“I’m uh fine right now, thanks,” you shyly answer sat at the foot of the bed. It was like it was the first time being alone with the opposite sex for either of you. The awkward silence. Johnny sitting an arms length away bouncing his knee as you gazed down at your hands in your lap.

He debated with himself the best way to ask the main question he needed to know. Should he just bluntly come out with it? Work his way to it, by talking about something else? Maybe he shouldn’t ask at all and wait until you told your final decision.

“I uh guess you’re wondering what I’m gonna do,” you softly speak making Johnny relieved he didn’t have to initiate the tough conversation.

“Have you decided yet?”

“…ideally this isn’t when I expected to have a kid..a-and honestly, I don’t know if I’m ready.” He nods, inching closer to soothingly rub your back once hearing your sniffles and watching you wipe the fallen tears from your cheeks.

“But I’m already in love with him or her. It’s like the connection’s been set and I want to do everything I can to protect them,” you explain briefly meeting his soft smile before looking back down at your lap with a small chuckle. “I know I probably sound crazy.”

“No, not at all.” In fact he felt the same.

Now was definitely not the time he planned on having kids, if he ultimately decided to have any at all, and he knew his wasn’t the first name to come to mind when thinking of a father figure. Internally he’d been a nervous wreck since you showed him the ultrasound, but he’d also be lying if he didn’t say there was a bit of joy and excitement at the idea of a mini combination of the both of you running around. Hopefully with your eyes and cute nose that tended to scrunch when you were trying to concentrate.

“H-how do you feel though? About everything.”

“Y/N whatever you decide, I’ll support you. You’re the one who chooses in the end what you want to do with your body.”

“I appreciate that, but I still want to know what you want.”

“For what? If I say yes let’s do it, but you say no what’s the point?”

“The point is that we have options Johnny, and I want to know what you’re thinking to not only help with the final decision, but so you’ll have an input versus all this being on me!,” you answer turning towards him. A fresh set of tears trickling down your cheeks. “Yes it’s ultimately my choice, that’s all I’ve been hearing since my appointment, but I didn’t do this by myself and I really don’t want to make this decision by myself.”

He sighs, running a hand over the soft pricks of his buzzcut hair as he stands and begins to pace the length of the sliding glass door needing to move in some way as he thinks.

“Y/N I think we both know I’m definitely not ready for a kid. Anyone could look at me and tell that,” he states. “I’m not always the best boyfriend, brother, or friend and at this rate probably won’t be the best father either.” Thinking of his own makes him feel slightly ashamed knowing he’d have some choice words for how he’d behaved over the past years. But he also knew his dad would say it wasn’t too late to try to do what’s right, and how he still had time to be the man he desired to be.

The man you and his unborn child deserved.

Standing in front of you, he squats down holding your hands in his already feeling the weight of his next few words in the pit of his gut. “But I want to do this with you.”

“R-Really?,” you ask, a look of relief gracing your pretty features before it’s replaced by concern. “You’re not just saying what you think I want to hear are you? If you don’t-,”

“I mean it when I say I want to Y/N. I know it’s gonna be difficult and I have a lot to learn, but like I said I want to do this with you. And be there for the both of you.” His hands release yours timidly grasping the area right above your hips to graze his thumbs along the cotton material covering your abdomen that currently housed his son or daughter. The intimate moment and small acknowledgment making soft smiles form on both of your faces.

“We’re actually doing this. We’re gonna be parents.”

“Looks like,” he chuckles. “So…what’s next?”

———

From that day, Johnny kept to his word being there for you when he could. During the week or if he was away, he’d text or call asking how you were feeling or if you needed anything. The weekends he’d come stay with you, sometimes giving you a forewarning of his arrival, but mostly just showing up at your door like now. Flashing that tilted smile that always did something to you while holding a bag containing your favorite takeout.

“What if I wasn’t home or had someone else here?,” you ask leaning against the doorframe with arms crossed over your chest.

“Then I’d use the spare,” he answers as if it were the only obvious solution. “…And is there someone else here?”

The flash of worry along his brows and glacier like eyes has your heart aching hating you even mentioned such a thing. “No, it’s just me and Sparks. I was just saying though-,”

“I know, I should try to call beforehand. Sorry.”

Truthfully, being so excited to see you he was like a kid so hungry and ready to eat that he neglected his basic table manners. He wanted to spend as much time with you as possible, and although probably ridiculous, he didn’t want to miss anything. Like the day your belly began to expand.

“Since you brought food I’ll look past it,” you smirk taking the plastic bag from his hand as he kisses your cheek, gently moving past you to enter your living room. Perched on the arm of the couch, Sparks frantically barks and wags his tail happy to see his best friend again who usually brought something for him too.

“Hey bubbas! Who’s a good boy?,” he smiles scratching behind the dog’s ears and making him more hyper. “I got something for you.”

“Johnny…,”

“I’m not giving him a lot.” Pulling the bag of treats from his pocket, he orders Sparks to sit before feeding him two small pellets and rubbing from the top of his head to his spotted back continuing his praise on how good of a boy he was. “Just a couple now, then a couple later.”

“If he gets a tummy ache it’s your fault.”

“Yea yea, I’ll take care of him,” he chuckles resting his arms on the wooden bar, watching you take the vegetables and noodles from the styrofoam box to two separate bowls. “So..how do you feel?”

“Fine for the most part. Now, I just feel hot though.”

“Sorry,” Johnny smugly grins accepting the bowl from your outstretched hand.

“Deflate your head Torch, this has been happening off and on for a few days.”

“Why didn’t you say something before?”

“Because I don’t think it’s anything to worry about. I looked it up and increased temperature is a common pregnancy symptom.” Taking a step towards the fridge, your head begins to feel as if it’s spinning causing you to grab hold to the counter trying to steady yourself. Although a subtle movement, he noticed your stumble and the way your hand desperately gripped the edge as if you were afraid to let go.

“Y/N what’s wrong?”

“I..I’m just a little dizzy. I probably moved too fast or something.”

The spinning sensation only worsened though, and at your whimper as your fingertips met your temple Johnny rushed to your side just in time before you fell limp in his arms.

Taglist: @fumbling-fanfics @honeychicana @lady-olive-oil @themyscxiras @melinda-january @lovelymari4 @give-me-a-million-dollars-pls @bekinds @ladydmalfoy @maxcullen @curlyhairclub @plokyu23 @fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression @nunubug99 @felicity-x0 @ellixthea @jojolu @jnk-812 @brwn-sgr @captainsamwlsn @wildfirecracker @nina-sj @iammyownlover @chaneajoyyy @damnitaa @literaturefeen @bamondomesticity @scoop93535 @secretmysteriousperson

If anybody wants to be tagged, has asked to be tagged but don’t see your name, only want to be tagged for certain people I write for (can be found in masterlist), or no longer wish to be tagged just let me know🤓!

[dc41896]

Attention

Pairing: Johnny “Human Torch” StormxBlack Reader

⚠️: Tiny bit of angst (if it even counts really), also tiny bit of implied happy times, but mostly fluff💕!

Re-reading over your notes for what felt like the millionth time this week, you softly mumble to yourself the highlighted material hoping that everything would remain stuck in your mind for your practical tomorrow.

“Intramuscular means within the muscle and is given at a 90 degree angle. Intravenous means within the vein, given at a 25 degree angle. Subcutaneous: in the subcutaneous layer at a 45 degree angle. And finally intradermal-,”

“Psst....psst!!”

If only your boyfriend would stop being a grown man child and let you finish studying though.

“Yes Johnny?,” you sigh still looking down at your binder.

“Take a break, I want to show you something.”

“No Johnny we’re not doing that again.”

“I wasn’t talking about that princess,” he smirks moving to lean against the bedroom door frame. “Although I’m not complaining if you want more.”

Giving him a look clearly showing how you weren’t in the mood, he chuckles holding up his hands to show he was done joking.

“Seriously though I want to show you something, so can you please come with me?”

“Just tell me, or take a picture of it on your phone and show me that way. I really have to keep studying and don’t have time for a bunch of breaks.” Straightening up, a low huff leaves his lips as you hear him pad through the living room before coming back holding a new action figure posed as if about to throw a handful of flames.

“Look! It’s me!,” he beams squatting next to you holding out the toy for you to see.

“Mhm that’s nice babe,” you smile not really displaying the reaction he wanted you to.

“I see you’re having a hard time containing your excitement,” he retorts sarcastically, bringing his mini me back towards his chest.

“It really is nice babe, it’s just similar to some of your other toys that I’ve already seen.”

“But with this one, the little flame lights up. See?” Pressing the small button on the back to show the tiny, plastic flame glowing scarlet, a wide smile spreads across his face making you giggle.

“Yes very cool. Now if that’s all, I gotta get back to this okay?”

“Alright,” he sighs standing up to return to his spot on the couch probably cold by now. “Why don’t you come study out here? It’ll be more comfortable than sitting on the floor.”

“Because you’re watching tv and that’s gonna distract me.”

“Not anymore. The game’s off so I’m done for the night,” he playfully smiles stealing one of your study packets making you whine his name. “Cmon you know you’d rather sit on the big, soft, incredibly comfy couch.”

Wiggling his brows, you roll your eyes trying to focus back on the words in front of you, but as always, seeing his adorable pout was wearing you down. Plus the ache in your buttcheeks was really making the couch, or any soft piece of furniture for that matter, sound like heaven.

“And, as an added bonus, your incredibly hot, charming, all around amazing boyfriend will be there.”

“Johnny...”

“As!...support and to help anyway I can of course. What did you think?,” he feigns shock as you shake your head.

“Alright fine. But if you try to distract me just once, I’m kicking you out for the rest of the night, and you’ll have to either get a hotel, or crash with Reed and Sue.”

“Okay deal,” he chuckles helping you stand and gather the packets, pens, and highlighters you needed to continue your attempted all nighter.

Sat in the middle of the plush sectional with one of his legs draped over your folded ones and the other stretched out behind you, so far he’d done well on his agreement. He stayed busy on his phone watching sports highlights with earbuds attached to his head, and hardly ever touched you unless to give a reassuring hug when he could sense you were getting overwhelmed, or softly dance his finger along your arm making you smile. He even started quizzing you from whichever packet you were on as you lied just below his chest playing with his free hand.

From how he was earlier, seemingly a bit more clingy and not wanting to be away from you, something told you deep down this was all he wanted. Just feeling your body near him as you did whatever, no matter how boring the task was. And although a little distracting, you couldn’t be completely mad at him for his antics since deep down you know you wanted it too.

Honestly need may be the better word judging from your noticeably calmer state. Even Johnny could feel your heart rate gradually decrease to its normal speed through his body.

Soon his yawn began to trigger your own set and eyelids became heavy as the questions came slower along with your answers. You tried to fight it off, but apparently your body had other plans making it increasingly more difficult to open your eyes until both of your light snores were the only sound that could be heard throughout the room.

———

“Good morning Mr. Johnny Storm, Miss Y/N,” the computerized security system greets opening the curtains to reveal the bright sun and cause you to stir. Rubbing your eyes, you see all the packets spread on the glass coffee table quickly reminding you of your exam.

“Sherlock, what time is it?,” you ask in a panic as you sit up causing Johnny to shift slightly without opening his eyes.

Also, why he decided to name the computer system Sherlock, you’d never understand.

“11:30 am miss.”

Grabbing your packets as fast as you can, a string of curses fall from your lips as you run about trying to collect your things. By now you were supposed to be on campus looking over your notes one last time before going in for your slot time at 12. At this rate, you’d definitely be over an hour late and received an automatic zero.

“What’s the rush princess?,” your boyfriend tiredly asks stretching his arms over his head as he stands.

“I overslept and I’m late,” you sniff trying to hold back your tears as you search through drawers trying to find your scrubs. “Where are they?”

Joining you in the room, he tries to kiss your cheek only to miss you completely as you rush past him still looking for your clothes.

“Closet babe. By my suit.”

“Well what about the other ones since those need to be washed now?”

“In the basket to be washed.”

“You mean the same clothes in the basket I asked you to wash last weekend,” you retort changing into the faint ash smelling scrubs. Noticing you wiping your eyes a bit more frequently, he manages to grab your arm stopping you from wherever else you needed to go.

“Johnny seriously I don’t have time for this-,”

“Relax okay? Let’s try to call your professor and tell them what happened to see if you can get a new time.”

“It’s not gonna work. This isn’t an emergency situation, I just overslept like an idiot,” you answer pulling away to finish the rest of your morning routine in the bathroom.

He sighs hearing you bang about while pulling his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants trying to find the number for your school. His upcoming events list popping up though makes him deeply chuckle as he shakes his head.

“Oh honey...!”

“Johnny please don’t start. I’m already frustrated a-and overwhelmed trying to figure out what to do and just need to-.” Holding his phone in front of your eyes, you see his calendar showing all his important meetings and interviews, along with your test date.

Which wasn’t until next Monday.

Pulling your phone from your backpack, you go to your calendar to find the same thing making you feel even dumber.

“...S-So I don’t have my test today?”

“No princess,” he smiles coming closer to caress your face with both hands, wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“And I stayed up all night this week studying for nothing?”

“Well not for nothing. You know your stuff now, so you won’t have to worry about it later.”

“Yea,” you sigh looking up at him as you hold onto his strong forearms. “Sorry for snapping at you about the laundry, and for kinda being cranky yesterday.”

“You were stressed. I get it.”

“But still, there were things I could’ve said differently-.”

“I forgive you,” he smiles leaning in to meet your soft lips with his in a needy kiss he’d been craving since yesterday. Biting your bottom lip as he just barely pulls away, your hands wander from his forearms to his flexed biceps, shoulders, and eventually chest stopping to graze your index finger along the small dip below his neck.

“Well since I don’t have an exam today and no classes, I was thinking...”

“Oh I think I know,” he smirks tilting his head lower to nip at your jaw and neck making you giggle.

“I help you do the laundry.” As soon as the sentence left your mouth, his stopped making you laugh harder while he groaned against your skin.

“Alright I promise it’ll get done today, but can’t we do it later?,” he whines with puppy eyes, lifting you so your legs could wrap around his hips as if trying to persuade you.

“Let me finish. We do the laundry so I can have clean scrubs and between loads, I give you all the attention I know you’ve been wanting that I wasn’t fully able to give this week.”

“Hey it’s not like I’ve been that-,” he tries to deny before meeting your eyes as if they were saying “really?”

“...yes please,” he smiles before his mouth returns to your smiling lips.

Taglist: @fumbling-fanfics @honeychicanawrites @honeychicana @lady-olive-oil @themyscxiras @melinda-january @lovelymari4 @maxcullen @literaturefeen @damnitaa @curlyhairclub @plokyu23 @fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression @nunubug99 @felicity-x0 @ellixthea @jnk-812 @jojolu @brwn-sgr @captainsamwlsn @wildfirecracker @nina-sj @iammyownlover @chaneajoyyy @secretmysteriousperson @scoop93535

If anybody wants to be tagged, has asked to be tagged but don’t see your name, only want to be tagged for certain people I write for (can be found on my masterlist), or no longer wish to be tagged just let me know🤓!

[dc41896]

Say Something

Pairing: Johnny “Human Torch” StormxBlack Reader

⚠️: Maybe a teensie tiny bit of angst, fluff

“Hey Sue, I got the study results for Reed but his office is locked. Could you hand them to him for me? I have to meet someone in a few minutes,” you ask, slightly losing your balance from the stack of papers against your chest paired with your platform wedge sandals.

“Yea sure, I’ll give it to him when he comes back,” she smiles taking the stack from you. “And might I add you look so cute!”

“Whoa whoa whoa, and where are you going?”

Of course the night wouldn’t be complete without you running into Johnny.

Not exactly a couple but also more than friends, you guys had been playing with that line for a while now and you were getting tired. With each goodnight text and playful second glance, you thought maybe you guys would soon make things official.

But in typical Johnny Storm fashion, he’d bring a new fling to the Baxter building trying to impress her with a tour and leave you heartbroken feeling like a clown. Being disappointed one too many times, you finally decided to stop waiting and move on with your life.

Yeah it hurt, but constantly feeling as if you were left on the sideline without even a second thought hurt you more.

Arms crossed as he leans against the doorframe with signature smirk on his face, he eyes you up and down making you roll your eyes.

“Nowhere you need to worry your little mind about,” you sarcastically smile. “Thanks Sue, I’ll see you later.”

Watching you walk past, he finds himself mesmerized by everything from your sweet perfume to the way your skin glowed against your floral off the shoulder dress. Then again when wasn’t he entranced by you? He knew he wasn’t the type to openly express it in some grand, romantic way, but at least once a day he couldn’t stop the smile he’d get seeing you writing some formula on the whiteboard and occasionally pushing your glasses higher on your nose as you discussed science with Reed.

Never had Johnny experienced such strong feelings for someone like this before, which scared him more than any villain could.

“Need me to get a bucket for your drool?,” Sue asks peeking over her glasses as Johnny rolls his eyes.

“Seriously though, where’s she going?”

“And why do you need to know? Is someone jealous?”

“No, I’m just...curious,” he shrugs walking up to stand in front of her desk.

“Yea sure,” she laughs going back to the computer screens in front of her. Hearing footsteps on the white tile floors, he turns to see Reed solely focused on the phone in his hands as he enters the lab and sparking an idea.

“Well I’m about to head out, do you want me to give this to Reed since it’s on my way? He just got back.”

“Sure if you want to, thanks,” she smiles as he picks up the stack walking out the door and leaving her with a smile.

“I hope Reed knows to keep quiet,” Sue whispers to herself shaking her head as she watches the two men interact.

“Hey Y/N left these for you. She would’ve given them to you herself but she was running late.”

“Oh thank you,” he smiles skimming through the first few pages.

“Big night for her huh?”

“Yea she’s been so excited for a while now. I hope everything goes well.”

“Me too. Oh that reminds me, she said she’d bring you back something as an apology for not being able to go through that, uh, stuff with you,” he adds leaning against the metal table behind him.

“That’s nice of her but Pho really isn’t a favorite of mine,” he answers still looking at the paper in his hands.

“So that’s where she went,” Johnny speaks under his breath, devious smile on his lips as Reed finally looks up from his work.

“Did you say something?”

“Oh no, I was just thinking out loud really. Hey I’m heading out for a while, maybe try to give that brain a rest yeah?”

Whistling as he enters the golden elevator, he twirls the keys to his red corvette around his index finger; for the first time in his life excited to get a bowl of Pho.

———

“No way that happened!,” you laughed along with your guest, hand covering your mouth as a drop of water fell from your closed eyes.

“Yep! I still have the scars to prove it.”

Since you both sat down, it seems that all either of you did after every story was laugh and joke around. At first, you kinda felt bad thinking you might be a disturbance because of the noise, but the more you talked the less you cared what others thought and just wanted to enjoy your time out with him.

Using your chopsticks to gather some of the contents in your bowl before placing it in your mouth, a looming figure overhead nearly makes you choke as soon as you hear his voice.

“Y/N?! What are the odds that we both meet here tonight!” Pulling up a chair, he sits at the table before sticking his hand out towards the stranger in front of you. “Johnny Storm.”

“Um Cole Jones, nice to meet you,” he hesitantly shakes his hand confusedly looking at you.

“I’m sorry Cole, Johnny is a friend from work.”

“Yea really close work friends,” he smiles looking at you.

“Mmm that’s a bit of a stretch, especially with how I’m feeling at this moment,” you reply through your forced smile trying not to make a scene. “What are you doing here?”

“Uhh...to get something to eat duh.”

“You don’t even like Pho.”

“Nonsense I eat it all the time!”

“Hi can I get anybody anything?,” the waitress smiles looking between the three of you.

“Yea can I get what she has?”

“But without mushrooms please?,” you add giving her his menu as she nods before leaving towards the back.

“Aww you remembered I’m allergic to mushrooms,” he cockily smiles leaning back in his chair with hand over his heart.

“Yes and you’re making me wish I hadn’t.”

“Do you guys need a minute or something? Because I can step outside,” Cole asks still confused on what exactly was going on to which you and Johnny both quickly replied no.

“Yea everything’s fine! And what about you guys? How long has uh this been going on?,” Johnny asks crossing his arms on the table.

“This isn’t a date,” you frustratedly sigh rubbing your temple and hoping a giant hole would open somewhere that he would have to go investigate.

“Woww that bad huh? Hey don’t feel bad bud it’s not your fault she’s been spoiled with higher quality.”

Kicking him under the table and making him yelp in pain, Cole scoots his chair back before standing and collecting his things.

“Okayyy you know what? Clearly you guys have some issues you need to work through so I’m gonna head to the bar to get the bill then head out. I’ll talk to you later love.”

“I’m so so sorry about this, I promise to make it up to you,” you whisper with an apologetic smile as you give him a hug. Directing a head nod in Johnny’s direction, he flashes a fake smile before rolling his eyes as soon as Cole was no longer in view.

“You know, for people who aren’t dating it’s strange to hear couple nicknames like that.”

“And for someone who shouldn’t be in my business here you are. Who told you where I was?”

“Hey it’s like I said I came here to eat, it’s highly coincidental we met,” he shrugs taking a bite of his food.

Not caring that you were in public, you grab his ear pulling him along as he continuously “ow’s” behind you.

“Um is everything ok?,” the waitress asks looking equal parts concerned and amused at the sight in front of her.

“Yea it’s fine, and thank you for everything the food was really good.”

“Uh..you’re welcome,” she replies as you walk out with your “plus one” and all eyes on the both of you.

“Jeez don’t rip it off!”

“How could you embarrass me like that?! Seriously what is wrong with you?!,” you shout, words echoing off the parking garage walls.

“Nothing! I told you-,”

“Don’t lie to me!”

Looking into your frustrated dark brown eyes, a long sigh escapes his pink lips while he leans against your car with arms crossed over his chest.

“Fine, I got jealous ok? The moment I walked in and saw you both laughing and having fun I wanted to stop it there I admitted it,” he explains making you laugh in disbelief.

“So you can go be with any woman you want without even a second thought, yet the moment I go out that’s when you apparently have some sort of feelings for me?! You really are that full of yourself.”

“Listen I know I-,”

“No don’t try to excuse your way out of this like you do everything else! Do you know how long I waited to finally be chosen by you to only continuously get pushed to the back?!” Eyes burning as angry tears forced their way down your face, you quickly knock away his hand trying to wipe them for you. “I’m not some toy you pick up when you want to play and put back when your done. Your other girls might’ve been okay with that, but I’m not.”

“You’re right.”

“....what?”

“I said you’re right,” he softly chuckles at your shocked reaction. “To string you along while still going out with other girls was wrong and I’m sorry.”

Shifting from one foot to the other, his hand runs over his head as he lets out a breath. “Y/N I’m in love with you, have been since we started hanging out really. But I know how I am and that you deserve someone so much better so that’s where the girls came in. It sounds dumb, but I figured you would see that too and then both of us would move on like it was nothing. Only no matter how much I tried all I wanted was you.”

“And no this isn’t me trying to make more excuses or soften you up with lines. I’m telling you where my head was and is and how instead of just telling you how I felt, I made things 10 times worse which definitely sounds like me.”

Silence falling over the both of you, you wipe your face getting out your last few sniffles before looking down at your feet.

“You’re right, you aren’t the best person for me,” you finally speak. “You’re reckless, have selfish tendencies, and honestly sometimes I wonder if you even have a brain.”

“Ouch, but I deserve that,” he replies looking away until he feels your cool hands on the sides of his face.

“But that doesn’t mean that I don’t want you too.” Johnny’s icy blue eyes light up as he smiles hearing those words from your mouth. Taking your hands in his, he moves them to wrap around his abdomen while he embraces you, kissing your temple.

“That also doesn’t mean that you’re completely forgiven,” you add looking up at him. “Saying it is one thing, but you have to show me that you really want this Johnny because I swear if you play anymore games-,”

Unable to finish your sentence, you feel his soft lips crash onto yours while his thumbs gently graze your cheeks. Your heart races the deeper the kiss gets and your knees feel like they won’t last much longer making you grab onto his white tee shirt.

“That is part of my promise to you, Y/N, that there won’t be anymore games or immature stunts like tonight. This is gonna sound super cliche but you’re the only one for me and I will do whatever I can everyday to prove that to you,” he smiles, thumb now grazing over your lips. “So what are you gonna say to Cole?”

“Oh about that, Cole is my cousin. He’s in town for a few days before his next assignment and he wanted to hang out,” you giggle watching him hang his head as he laughs at himself.

“I really am an idiot huh?”

“No, not a total one. You just might want to get all the facts before trying to ruin someone’s night again,” you laugh pecking his lips.

Taglist: @fumbling-fanfics @honeychicana @lady-olive-oil @my-rosegold-soul @themyscxiras @melinda-january @lovelymari4 @curlyhairclub @renfrewscorner @secretmysteriousperson @fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression @plokyu23 @nunubug99 @felicity-x0 @ellixthea @jojolu @jnk-812 @brwn-sgr @captainsamwlsn @wildfirecracker @nina-sj @iammyownlover @chaneajoyyy

If anybody wants to be tagged, has asked to be tagged but don’t see your name, only want to be tagged for certain people I write for, or no longer wish to be tagged just let me know🤓!