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Sugar, Sugar— Johnny Storm x fem!reader

summary— His family, his best friend, music and golf... And last but not least, his lovely, gorgeous girl. There are many things Johnny loves in life, and having them all together would be a dream come true. After a year together, keeping your relationship private and strict with his own family, he asks you to move in with him at the Baxter Building.

warnings— Nothing in general, lol. Fluff, kissing, thoughts about marriage and children, Johnny being a lovesick, reader loves fashion. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!!!

Notes— I can't explain how much I love Johnny. I don't have much to say. I wrote this really fast. I don't know how accurate it is for his character. Sorry 💔

Hopeless romantic.

One of the ways to call Johnny if you get to know him well, he knows it himself, he loves women and deep down he longs to form a family with which to be happy and share with the one he already has. A big family is better! Don't be too tight-fisted.

When he met you, he hadn't yet graduated from his career as a flight engineer. You both flirted with sweet glances and small favors that usually ended with him carrying your books and talking about so many things. That youthful love that made you both blush. Although at the time, you didn't get much further. You stopped seeing each other for a while, he got a job on a space mission with Dr. Richards and Johnny's older sister, Sue, whom you had only known by sight.

What a surprise! After an accident during the mission, they returned to Earth with superpowers. Johnny? He was a campfire with legs. At least that was your impression when they kicked the Mole Man's ass. Part of you was relieved that he was alive and complete from head to toe, though another part was still shocked to see him on TV flashing fire out of his hands like a lighter.

But that didn't stop him from showing up at the door of the small apartment where you lived, in a neat suit and carrying a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

You were confused at first, but your heart beat strongly when he handed her the bouquet and politely asked to come in. You let it go, both of you sitting on the sunken sofa, the turned off television reflecting both of you. Your cheeks were pink, his too... Although at that moment you didn't know if it was because of nerves or his new condition.

"I came here because... I think you've already seen it on TV, so I'm not going to explain it!" he said, clearing his throat before taking your hands in his warm ones.

There was a silence between them, something a little strange from the Johnny who was joking and flirtatious in the sweetest way.

"I love you."

He said.

And the world exploded for you, or at least that's how it felt.

They kissed on the same couch, with soft, tender caresses. His arms wrapped around you as he repeated the confession you didn't hesitate to accept. You loved the man! Why deny yourself happiness?

You both decided to keep it all private, especially because of the new wave of female fans who follow him with his new handsome superhero image. Your dates, although spontaneous and often quieter than one would expect from Johnny, were never lacking, he always made sure to make room for you no matter how busy his schedule was. He always brought flowers, sometimes, when he was more daring, more extravagant gifts like new dresses or new shoes, because he knew how much you loved looking good for yourself and for him. He didn't complain! Johnny would melt into your bed as he watched you pose in the new dresses he gave you, or he would give himself as a tribute to put the new shoes around those little feet adorned with s colored stockings.

His favorite dates were when he would spontaneously take you to the beach and have a picnic with food Ben made for him. You two lovebirds always sat in a quieter area, he wearing sunglasses and you wearing a hat and clothes that were definitely not suitable for the beach. Johnny always liked to see your face when you found out what, or rather, where, your next date would be. At the end of the day he would make a campfire and watch the sunset while he held you by his side, his arm around your shoulders, your head on his chest.

In those quiet moments, he felt calm, deeply loved by you, and in love with you. He knew he'd do anything to make you smile and bring you happiness.

A year after you will officially started dating, Johnny was already falling asleep staring at the ceiling, thinking about you and how he wished he had you in his arms instead of alone in his bed. Sometimes he dreamed of a world where you were completely his, his wife, with a beautiful ring that he would make himself if possible— all his loved ones would live together, Sue and Reed with their happy marriage, Ben being his best friend forever and ever and there you were, his beautiful wife... He imagined you waking up in his arms every day, cuddled in his warm embrace like the beauty you were, he would watch you get ready every morning, you would all have breakfast together and the two of you would listen to the music from his vinyl records while you looked out over Manhattan from the window of his room at the top of the Baxter Building.

God! He even imagined you holding a little Johnny, or even better, a little you. Whatever it was, he'd be happy. He'd sit on the living room couch with that baby bouncing on his leg, with you by his side as they spent some quiet time.

Johnny sighed, staring up at his ceiling, a feeling of longing pricking at his heart, all full and swollen with love for you. He swore his hair caught fire or his temperature rose every time he rationalized how in love he was with you. He'd give you the sun, the moon, and the stars.

Then the thought crossed his mind—he already had almost everything close to him, all that was missing was you in his arms. He would ask you to come live with him and his family. Finally, everything he loves together.

The next morning he was already dressed, wearing high-waisted pants and a jacket, combing his hair to one side and patting his cheeks in front of his mirror after shaving. He appeared in the living room where Sue was reading some reports, Ben was in the kitchen with H.E.R.B.I.E, and Reed... Doing Reed things.

"Family!"

Johnny exclaimed as he caught everyone's attention, who turned to look at him with a curious expression.

"After much consultation, I want to inform you of my happy conclusion that... I'm bringing my girl home! Permanently!" he said, walking over to the kitchen counter, picking up the box of Lucky Charms and shaking it a little.

"Y/N?" Sue asked as she stood up, approaching her little brother.

"Yeah, yeah. Lovely girl, I think it's time you got to know her well and I want her to be part of the family because I love her so much!"

"That's great, little Johnny is finally becoming a man. I thought you'd never grow out of your public image as the most eligible bachelor," Ben joked as he flipped a pancake with the help of H.E.R.B.I.E who was holding the plate with the rest of the pancakes.

Johnny rolled his eyes, looking back at his sister, as if expecting some great advice from the person who has always looked out for him.

"I want everything to be super special, for him to see that I want him to be part of our family..." he murmured, to which Sue softened her gaze with a motherly smile.

"Invite her to dinner, it's Sunday, you know. Just don't be late or Reed's hair will get grayer," Sue giggled, putting her hands on her hips.

"That's true, and when she see that you all love her as much as I do, I'll tell her if she wants to come live here!"

And so it was, Johnny almost left bright sparks in his wake from the sheer emotion as he thought about what flowers he would give you that day, how he would tell you to come to dinner with them and he even imagined your pretty face when he tell you to come live in the Baxter Building with his family and him.

It was in the afternoon, five thirty, when he arrived at your apartment after agreeing to meet there, he was carrying a new bouquet of flowers—at this point you had a whole garden on your balcony. He knocked on the door three times as if it were a secret code until you opened it, dressed in one of those patterned blouses and black pants, a pretty bow on your head.

"Hey, babe."

"Hi, Johnny. Come in."

He gave you the flowers and walked in, you kissed him on the cheek as you walked over to the couch, he was the first to sit down and pulled at your arm as you placed the flowers in a vase, sitting on his lap.

You put your arms around his neck and looked at him, he had that vivid look that he had when he had something planned that he hadn't told you, like a child trying to hide a surprise.

"What's on your mind?" You asked, running your fingers through his blond hair, combing the short strands to the side. He reached for your hand and kissed your pulse.

"I have great news for you—" he whispered, now placing a soft kiss on your knuckles, his warm hand holding yours. "I want you to wear your prettiest dress and look like a princess, and I'm going to take you to dinner with my family."

The smile on your face remained somewhat static, your eyes wide. You thought highly of Johnny's family, god, you thought they were really good people... But a part of you longed to keep your distance so that the fame of the Fantastic Four wouldn't overwhelm you. But Johnny, your Johnny, he looks so happy.

"And what do you think, baby?"

You cleared your throat, your cheeks pink as you stared at a fixed point in space. Then you nodded and smiled at him, knowing this was far more important than anything else.

"I think I need to get dressed up right away to make a really good impression."

Johnny's hair was almost on fire then, he nodded and let go of you so you could go get ready.

He lay there watching you in bed, watching you pick out the best dress, the best stockings, the best of everything, and no doubt gifts from him. As you were fixing your hair at the vanity, he came up behind you and placed a kiss on the back of your neck, saying how beautiful you looked.

God forgive a man for burning with love for his girl.

"You look like a star, like... Fuck, I see you and you give me cavities from how pretty sweet you look."

He said when you finished, taking your hand and spinning you around, then capturing you with a tender kiss.

He took you home in his car, a blue convertible. When you got out, he held your hand at all times, never letting go for a moment, even though he saw some people on the street looking at you. Johnny Storm was a superhero, Johnny Storm was the most desirable man in New York, but right now and since you two are dating... Johnny Storm is only yours, devoted to the fullest.

You were nervous, like a bundle of nerves on legs, when you took the elevator up to where he lived with his family. Johnny never stopped whispering sweet nothings to calm you down.

"Hiya, we are here," Johnny warned as they exited the elevator, his right hand against your back as he guided you to the table where everyone was already seated.

"You're five minutes late," Reed said, looking up at you and Johnny, though he didn't feel threatening at all. Not much.

"Well, time is relative, isn't it?" He joked and told you where to sit, next to him at the table.

You looked at everyone—you had before you Mr. Fantastic, the Invisible Woman and the Thing. And right next to you, the Human Torch who was your boyfriend. You could have fainted from the sensation that filled your chest.

When you wanted to say something, Sue, seeing you tense, stepped forward and greeted you with a gentle smile.

"So you're Y/N, Johnny tells us a lot about you... But really a lot," she said kindly.

"Too much. He doesn't shut his mouth every time you go on a date, he always asks me to make you the best meal you've ever had," Ben said, making you laugh.

"Really?"

"No?! I'm not that pushy, he offers," Johnny says, grimacing.

Ben and you laughed, although you held Johnny's hand under the table the whole time.

"Why didn't you want to come before, Y/N?" Reed asked as he cut off a piece of his food and brought it to his mouth.

You were silent for a second before shrugging shyly.

"Actually, I wanted to stay out of the public eye and I felt like if I came here someone would definitely see me..." you mumbled.

"But I think I feel ready for this, I'm so glad to finally meet you in person, Johnny has told me a lot about you too."

There was a momentary silence, not an awkward one, but rather a pleasant and promising one. Sue was the one who broke the silence.

"So welcome to the family, Y/N, we're so glad to have you with us."

She said, then you smiled and looked at Johnny who smiled back at you even a hundred times brighter if that was possible.

"See, baby? I told you they'd love you."

You laughed and nodded. Spending the rest of the evening sharing anecdotes with each of the members, Sue told stories of Johnny as a kid and him trying to stop her when things got embarrassing for him. You discovered that Ben and you shared a fondness for the same cookie shop, and that Reed wasn't as intimidating as you might have thought from the smartest member of the group.

When dinner was over, you offered to wash the dishes and Johnny joined you, drying and tidying while you washed. The two of you were alone when you finished, even the robot H.E.R.B.I.E had gone to its charging place.

"Did you enjoy dinner, honey?"

Johnny asked you as he leaned his hip against the kitchen counter, watching you dry your hands with a kitchen towel.

"So much. Your family is so sweet, any doubts I had were dispelled... Thank you for fixing this."

"No, no, thanks to you more than anything. They already said it, you make me the happiest man in the world."

"Don't be cheesy."

"I'm always cheesy."

You both laughed before you walked over to his side, sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter, looking at him with affectionate eyes. He looked at you for a long time, those quiet moments where presence was more than enough. One of his hands reached out to caress your cheek first, then moved, standing between your two legs, his arms at his sides.

"I love you like all fire, Y/N."

"I love you too, Johnny," you said, your hands caressed his cheeks and he cradled his face in your hands.

"I want you to come live here, with me, you could wake up every day next to me and I promise you'll have all the love and comfort in the world..." he whispered, closing his eyes and letting you caress him.

"Are you serious?"

The question you asked was a mixture of disbelief and surprise, the dinner, everything... It all made sense somehow now.

"Yes, absolutely, I'm always serious when it comes to you. Your my only love, the only thing I need to be happy."

You stared at him, now he was staring at you, waiting for your answer with his heart in his throat from nerves. You wanted to keep things private, to be Johnny's girl, not the Human Torch's girl, but at the same time you longed to take the step with him... To be able to unite even more the life you already shared. You swallowed, even though you were nervous deep down, but at the same time you remembered every sweet word and the acceptance you received from his family, the care he always gave you.

Suddenly you knew that no matter what, he would take care of you, that you had nothing to fear.

"Yes."

"Yes?"

Johnny repeated, a smile graced his handsome face and he stared at you, making you giggle.

"Yes! I'll come live here with you, with all of you!"

"Oh, my candy girl! You make me the happiest man on earth! In space itself!"

It didn't take long for him to shower you with affection, holding you by the waist and carrying you around, as if you'd given him the greatest gift a man like him could ever receive. And it was! His girl, his love, she was going to live with him, she would spend the rest of her days waking up next to you and with your warm affection.

"I promise to make you the happiest woman in the entire universe!"

I promise to improve Johnny's writing, I'm really excited to bring him content because his character has fascinated me. Sorry about the terrible English.

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Girl!Dad Billy taking his chubby little baby to the pool, she's strapped to his chest.

The sun in Hawkin's Indiana scorched the pavement, the air thick with chlorine and the sound of splashing kids. But Billy Hargrove wasn’t focused on any of that, not when his little girl was about to be strapped to his chest, adorable in every way. Billy was shirtless in a pair of low-slung black swim trunks, his skin gleaming from sunscreen and sweat, as his messy curls were pulled back loosely at the nape of his neck. A thin gold chain rested on his chest, glinting as he leaned over the shaded stroller to lift his daughter out—his baby girl.

“C’mon, princess,” he murmured low, his voice gravelly with sleep and irritation, “Daddy’s gotcha.”

She was chubby, drowsy, and dressed in a pink ruffled bathing suit with a tiny sun hat that barely stayed on her curly head. Billy gently bounced her against his bare chest, one strong hand supporting her bottom, the other shielding her eyes from the sun as they made their way toward the pool. Her pudgy fist clung to his necklace, tugging with baby strength that made him huff. Droll already coating his neck as she tugged the necklace into her mouth.

A few pool-goers spared curious glances—some at the heavily muscled man with the dangerous edge in his expression, others at the absolute softness with which he cradled the baby girl in his arms.

“Back the fuck up,” he muttered under his breath when a group of older kids splashed too close as he turned his body away to shield her.

He took a seat on the shallow end stairs, dipping just his legs in while keeping her propped up carefully on his lap. She gurgled happily, her toes curling as the cool water touched them. He smiled—just a little. Just enough.

Behind him, stretched out on a lounge chair under a striped umbrella, you slept soundly, arms loosely draped across your stomach, your bikini top tied askew from sunbathing earlier. Billy glanced back at you, the corner of his mouth twitching up. He loved you like this—peaceful, relaxed, trusting him enough to watch her while you dozed.

Some teenager whistled nearby.

Billy’s eyes snapped to them with laser precision.

“You look again, and I’m drowning your scrawny ass in the deep end.”

The kid disappeared real fast.

He kissed the crown of his daughter’s head and sighed.

“Mommy’s got the right idea,” he whispered to her. “She gets to nap while I deal with all the little pricks.”

His daughter squealed, kicking happily in the water, her soft tummy wriggling in excitement. Billy grinned, catching her wet feet in his big hands, pretending to nibble on her toes while she shrieked with laughter.

Yeah. He used to rule the pool with cigarettes and swagger.

Now he guarded it like a territorial golden retriever with a baby in one arm and a scowl for anyone who looked twice.

And honestly?

He liked this version of himself a hell of a lot more

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We need to talk about how this dork has this big painting of himself in his room sjskdj (I haven't seen anyone mentioned that in fanfics btw 👀)

Like, I loved that so much sjskf lol. Everytime there was a scene where it was shown, I laughed so much and I was the only one who laughed at the screennings I went to 😅

Also, I just love his bedroom so much. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy 🧡

[shortnfreaky]

Two heartbeats

Pairing: Johnny Storm x reader Word Count: 4.9k

Description: You agree to help Reed test his new baby scanner for Sue, so he can collect some baseline data from a non–pregnant woman. But when the screen lights up with a tiny heartbeat, you realize you’ve got some crazy news to break to Johnny.

Tags/warnings: established relationship, mildly soft Reed, Johnny hovering, accidentally finding a pregnancy, panicking over it, comfort, Johnny finding out, fluff, funny and domestic moments <3

Note: all I can say is writing this was so entertaining and heartwarming, there’s just something about the idea of Johnny being a dad😭. Hope you enjoy! 🫶🏼

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The bright lab was mostly quiet, except for the soft humming sound coming from the machine next to you. You sat perched on the edge of a white, medical style platform that looked more intimidating than it probably was. Reed sat on a stool to your left, completely focused on adjusting the controls of his latest invention, a fancy scanner meant for prenatal imaging. You were there as his control subject, since he needed to "create a baseline from a non gestational female", his words. Sue's scan was scheduled for later, if everything worked as expected.

Or at least, that was the plan.

"Alright. The scanner is all set, I'm ready when you are," Reed announced, turning around halfway on his stool to look at you through his thick frame glasses. "Are you comfortable there?"

"I am, actually," you smiled, leaning until your back rested on the leather surface. Which was surprisingly soft, and slowly heating up under your skin. "It's ... warm."

A smile almost ghosted his mouth, but he turned back to the sphered monitor before it could fully form. “Sue tends to get cold in here. I believe adding this feature will make her more inclined to agree to my scans.”

You only gave him a knowing smile. Reed was… Reed, after all.

He wasn’t always able to express care with words, his sentences were more likely to contain statistics or hyper logical reasoning about even the tiniest of details no one noticed or cared about, but his actions spoke louder than words. It was all about the little accommodations, the quiet fixes, the way he noticed discomforts around the building before anyone voiced them. This time was no exception, he didn't think twice about adding a heating feature to the scanner’s seat when his wife had complained about the lab feeling like a freezer last time.

"I bet it's not warmer than me, though," a voice chimed in next to you, and you couldn't help but chuckle.

Ah, yes … Johnny.

Your ever loving boyfriend, who couldn’t stand being more than ten minutes away from you and insisted on being present for this “fake scan” so he could practice holding your hand for future real ones.

Because in his mind, you were in his future that way, not a single doubt about that.

The baby making. Especially, the baby making. The big surprise. The bun in the oven. The endless scans for ultrasound pictures he’d stick to the glass windows of your shared bedroom. The restless nights outweighed by the giggles from a little him ... a little you.

Not today, but maybe one day.

Definitely one day.

And in that hothead of his, he thought what better preparation than watching his brother in law micromanage Sue’s pregnancy through you? At least he could have a little fun with it.

So, naturally, Johnny invited himself to the session. Dragging an extra stool to the lab, sliding on your right side, elbows braced on the platform. His hand found yours as soon as you set your body down.

"You know I can warm you up anytime you want, babe," Johnny shrugged innocently, but his tone was playful as always.

You turned to him amused, a smile already on his face as he leaned definitely way too close to your face, and quickly stole a peck from your lips, earning a soft laugh from you.

Reed sighed next to you, wishing he'd asked you to try the machine in the early hours of the morning before Johnny even woke up. It was his fault after all, he should've known better than bringing it up in front on him. Now he'd have to make it work while you got distracted by ... your distraction.

You instantly noticed his demeanor shift, and gently slipped your hand from Johnny's grasp to lay it flat on the bed, blowing a kiss to him when he opened his mouth to complain. He instantly grinned in triumph, pretending to catch it and placed it over his heart. At least that would keep his hands to himself for a moment.

"All ready now, Reed," you said, offering him an apologetic smile, and he nodded.

"Okay, we're ready to begin. Please just stay still," Reed said, his eyes on the display as he pressed buttons, "and try to avoid any unnecessary movement, both of you," he turned slightly, looking over his glasses to glare at your hovering boyfriend.

Which was, unfortunately, a straight dare for Johnny to lean closer against the platform beside you, the corner of his mouth curving into a grin.

"You hear that babe? No unnecessary movement. Don't breathe, not even a little," he said in the most serious tone he could use. "... except if you wanna, you know, lean on me a little," he winked, then nudged your shoulder with his. “I wouldn’t mind.”

You tried not to smile this time when he wiggled his eyebrows, for the sake of the test and the remaining of Reed's sanity, which only made him grin wider.

"Johnny," Reed scolded without looking up, "I need her still, and I need quiet so I can concentrate."

"Hey, I'm just here to supervise," Johnny protested. "Make sure you're not poking her with anything weird."

If there was something Johnny loved almost as much as you and space, it was rage baiting his brother in law. And the worst part was, that no matter how incredibly intelligent Reed was, it seemed to work every single time.

"I'm not poking her with anything,” Reed snapped, sighing afterward. "Can you at least step back a little so I can–"

"Nuh-uh, not a chance in the world," Johnny interrupted. "I'm here for emotional support, you know, a dad being present –Ow. Babe!" you elbowed him lightly in the ribs, which made him gasp.

"First of all, you're not a father. This is purely for data gathering purposes," Reed objected without missing a beat, "and you're only here because you followed her in.”

"Yeah yeah, semantics, whatever," Johnny shrugged, raising a hand to dismiss him and turned to you. "Hey, you hungry, princess? I could get you something."

"I'm fine, Johnny," you shook your head, smiling at the gesture, then raising your hand to press a finger on his lips. "Now, shh."

You caught Reed rubbing the bridge of his nose, muttering something about how he should have asked literally any other woman in the planet who didn't have Johnny Storm joint at their hip.

"The sequence is starting now. I just need five minutes," he sighed for the fourth time in five minutes, and then pressed a few more buttons, his posture stiffening. "Please Johnny, just five, no more talking."

"Alright, alright. I can be quiet for five minutes," he raised his hands in surrender, finally leaning back.

It lasted five whole seconds.

"So," he began, leaning toward you again. "Tell me about the first time you saw me."

You sighed at the question Johnny liked to ask way at least once a week. You were happy to answer it every time, just not in front of his brother in law. So you put a hand on his chest to push him back a little, before Reed's patience snapped completely.

"Johnny, angel, you know what? Actually I am hungry," you said, playing with the fabric of his shirt. "I am craving some oranges."

"Oranges?" Johnny's whole demeanor shifted, still grinning, but now with that eagerness to please you sparkling in his eyes.

"Yes, fresh ones," you nodded, slightly biting your lip. "Pretty please?"

“You got it, fresh ones from the market," he grabbed your hand from his chest and placed a kiss on it, making you chuckle once again.

Why was he so annoyingly sweet?

Satisfied with your reaction, he got up from his stool, the little seat's wheels rolling back as he made his way to the elevator's doors. Not without turning around halfway, looking at you while pointing at Reed.

"Don't let him poke you with needles or draw blood from you. I will sue," then he winked at you, backing to the elevator. "Give me five minutes, ten tops."

And after some finger guns, the elevator doors slid closed, and he was gone. Leaving a very relieved Reed alone with his scan and you trying very hard not to laugh at the way he exhaled like he'd been holding his breath under water this whole time.

"Thank you," he said genuinely, turning back to his controls. You just hummed in acknowledgment.

You held your breath as the machine made a louder hum, a halo of pale blue light swept over you from head to toe.

"You can breathe normally," Reed said, noticing your stillness. "Just don't move anything else, please."

You let your gaze wander over the colorful room while the scanner did the work. There were gadgets on every counter, Sue's latest ultrasound printed and stuck on the corner of Reed's giant blackboard, a mug that said 'Fantastic dad' that Johnny told Ben to buy Reed as a joke but he wholeheartedly gave it to the man. You smiled at the memory. The thought of a baby being there in a just a months was amazing and terrifying at the same time.

And now that Johnny wasn't hovering anymore, and Reed's focus was solely on the screen in front of him, the quiet of the room allowed you to think about what Johnny said earlier.

'A dad being present'

There was a time where you thought something like that was impossible due to his altered DNA, but Sue and Reed had shown you the possibility was still there.

And the more you thought about it, the more it made you want to build that with Johnny. It wasn't a crazy idea, not at all, but it was something you'd projected into the far future.

Definitely one day.

"Huh," Reed's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, his eyebrows furrowed as he leaned closer to the screen.

"Something wrong with the machine?" you asked, trying to not make a big fuss about it, it was a new equipment after all.

He didn't answer immediately. Just tapped his keyboard twice, then leaned even closer, eyes squinting and his whole expression sharpening. The scanner made another low pass over your midsection.

"Hmm," there it was, another weird monosyllable.

"That's a suspicious 'hmm'," you said, sitting up a bit straighter.

"Not suspicious at all," Reed said quickly. "Just interesting ... please lean back down, it's not done."

His fingers moved over the console again, adjusting settings. The scanner passed over you once more, slower this time, and you noticed a small, unconscious shift in his posture. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, blinked at the display, then adjusted the image like maybe the machine had made a mistake.

Again.

"Okay, you're being really weird now. Even for you, Reed" you half joked, hoping that would ease the sudden nerves invading your body.

"I just... wasn't expecting to see–" he paused, hesitating, glancing toward the door as if Johnny might burst in at any second.

"See what?" you pressed, fully panicking now.

The machine beeped softly with results for the third time, like it was confirming whatever he'd already noticed the first. Then Reed suddenly stood up from his stool and faltered slightly in his posture, folding his arms.

"There are certain... biological markers. In fact, they're very specific markers. I'd like to run the scan one more time to confirm."

"No. No more scans," you fully sat up now, suddenly understanding Sue's dread of those. "Just tell me, is there something wrong with me?"

Your tone actually made him jerk his head in your direction, shaking his head profusely.

"No," his voice was quiet but certain. Not comforting either, though. "No, absolutely not."

"Then what is it?"

Reed hesitated, eyes fixing back on the screen. "It's... actually the opposite," he said slowly. His voice wasn't that detached this time, it was still Reed, still cautious, but there was something... warmer underneath.

"Something right, then?"

"Quiet for a moment," he mumbled, pressing the console again. "I want to be sure."

So you stayed still, your heartbeat ringing a little faster in your ears. The scanner made one last pass over your body, beeping one last time with the same results apparently, because Reed stepped back, took a long breath, and blinked a few times like he was pulling himself back into the room with you.

He wasn't exactly expecting to be the first to find out about... that. Now how on earth was he supposed to break news like that? None of his infinite doctorates qualified him to do so.

Reed stalled for a few more seconds, before reaching to the sphere monitor and rotating it in your direction.

"Look at that," he said, pointing to the screen, his voice slightly softer than usual.

On the screen, a small flicker pulsed steadily in the center of a grainy blue and white colored image. You stared at it for a few seconds.

Was that? … No. No it couldn't be.

"...My heartbeat?" you chuckled weakly, because the alternative your head had suggested was just not possible.

Not right now. Definitely not right now.

Reed arched a brow, his gaze instantly softening. He knew how this part felt. The first moments of denial. The surreality of it. So he approached it as gentle as his capabilities allowed him to.

None of his education had prepared him for something like this, but you were family, even more so now, so he tried his best to use his heart this time instead of his brain. As absurd as that sounded to someone like him.

"It is a heartbeat, and technically, it's yours too. Or, well, more like a part of you."

You stared at it again. That flicker. The steady, insistent beat. You knew what it meant, of course you did, but the words got stuck in your throat and refused to come out.

"Look," Reed took off his glasses, pointing with the frames higher up in the torso scan. "Your heartbeat is here," and then pointed back lower, "and this one is smaller ... much smaller."

Reed studied your face as you kept quiet, something warm blooming in his chest despite his usually clinical nature.

Two 'fantastic babies' this year. Huh. He hadn't seen that coming. Couldn't have predicted it with equations in a million years.

"Okay," you said finally, too casually.

"Just okay?" Reed almost chuckled this time. "You do understand what I'm showing you, correct?"

"Yeah. I... yeah," you nodded slowly, letting out a deep breath. "I'm ..."

But you didn't say it. Couldn't. Because saying it out loud would make it real. And right now, you weren't ready for real. Not without Johnny by your side.

Right. Johnny.

Who wasn't there to hold your hand through it.

Oh my God. How were you gonna tell him?

He was, after all, your emotional support. But who was gonna be his when you were panicking? Oh my god. What if he panics too? Would he be ready? Would you be ready?

All of a sudden, that 'one day' wasn't so far away anymore.

You didn't even notice your breathing had gone shallow until Reed's voice caught your attention.

"Breathe," he said, not commanding, more like a reminder.

"I am breathing," you looked up at him, chest going up and down rapidly.

"Not enough," he replied. Then, in a move that was so unlike him, he reached for your hand. His palms were warm, not as warm as the ones you were used to, but it helped somehow. His hands pressing yours just enough to let you know he wasn't letting go unless you wanted him to.

"Follow me," he said. He took a slow inhale, visibly lifting his chest, and let it out in a slow exhale. "Again."

You tried your best. Inhale. Exhale. It died in your throat halfway out a few times. But he waited, patient as ever, until you tried again. And again. Until the fifth breath felt a little less jagged.

"It's normal to be scared," he said, when your breathing slowed down. "When Sue told me she was pregnant, I–I almost passed out. And that was after two years of planning for it."

Instantly realizing what he confessed, he cleared his throat, before looking at you more serious for a moment.

"Don't tell Johnny," he asked.

A shaky laugh escaped you, and it loosened something in your chest. You shook your head in reassurance. He nodded grateful.

"I know this is... a big pill to swallow. Terrifying, even. But it doesn't have to be faced alone."

Your eyes got glassy before you could stop them.

"We're all a family," Reed continued, repeating what was always said by the others, not much by him, if ever. "Which means your child will never have to go without place to feel like home, or without love. Not with all of us around."

A tear did fall from on your cheek this time, and you let go of his grip to wipe it before Johnny came back.

Oh, Johnny.

Just thinking about him being a father, a dad who is present, his blonde disheveled hair at midnight as he warms baby bottles with his own hands, a tiny bundle sleeping on his chest enjoying the impossible warmth irradiating from his skin. Him playing peek a boo with the funniest faces he can think of.

And for the first time since you saw that flicker on the screen, you believed, if only for a second, that maybe this wouldn't be the end of the world.

"I'm pregnant," you finally said it, the foreign words leaving your lips in a whisper.

Reed's eyes softened, the smallest smile forming in his mouth.

"You're pregnant," he echoed, just as quietly, like repeating it would help you both absorb the reality. He straightened a little, half turning to his machine. "I'd still like to make some more formal scans–"

"Reed."

"I know, I know. Sorry," he apologized, letting out a dry chuckle while shrugging, "but it's ... protocol."

"I'm telling you, Herbert, those oranges were not fresh. That guy was totally lying ... Yeah right? I know. Unbelievable."

Your head snapped at the sound of HERBIE's robotic beeps and Johnny's muffled voice echoing behind the elevator doors, as it arrived to the lab's floor.

"–and so I had to use my charm on the girl next to him, one smile and she went straight to get me the good ones ... I know Herbert, I know, but you have to do what you have to do."

The doors slid open in a ding, revealing a very excited Johnny walking in, toying with an orange from one hand to another as HERBIE trailed behind him holding something you couldn't see from your seat.

"Ah, there you are." Johnny smiled as soon as his eyes landed on you, "now, what did I miss?"

You looked at Reed for a brief second, at the verge of panicking again, but he mouthed a 'just breathe', gesturing with his hand a swift inhale. So you did that, as Johnny crossed the lab until he got to the stool he was previously sat in, with the little droid following him like a lost puppy.

"Got 'em! Did you miss me, babe?" he asked, plopping into his seat.

"I always do," you mumbled, absentmindedly reaching to the orange he was holding, to try to distract yourself with something. "Thank you, Johnny–"

Before you could reach, he yanked back his hand with a laugh. "Don't be silly, this one is for me. Here–"

He turned halfway to HERBIE behind him, and grabbed with his free hand something from the droid's hands, petting his metal head before turning back to offer it to you.

You lowered your eyes at the plate he was holding to you. Probably two oranges, sliced, and placed nicely around the dish. The citrus scent hit you and half scratched that itch you've been having about oranges lately, which ... made a lot of sense now.

"These are for you, bite sized. I'm gonna tell you now, got the best ones in the city," he leaned down to kiss your forehead, and added with a cocky grin, "go on, tell me I'm amazing."

He was. God, he was.

But it wasn’t the oranges what hit you the most, it was the way Johnny went about it. How you wouldn't need to feel scared, or not ready, when he was willing to take on even the smallest of requests with intention, just to put a smile on your face.

So you couldn't hold it together any longer, and lunged forward to wrap your arms around his neck, the plate of oranges falling from his hand to your lap, small slices scattering across the platform. You buried your head in his neck, not being able to hold the tears anymore. Johnny instinctively wrapped his arms around your body, a hand still holding his orange for dear life as he stared confused at Reed.

“Woah– what happened baby?” he asked softly, bringing his hand to stroke your hair as you cried into his chest. “What did you do, Richards?” His tone got weirdly serious now, even for Johnny.

“Me? N-nothing!” Reed blurted offended, which only made Johnny glare at him.

“Did Reed lecture you about moving during the scan? I told you, babe, you don’t have to listen to him when I’m not here.”

Reed’s mouth opened to protest, but chose to keep quiet. He glanced at you, still clinging to Johnny for dear life. He took a deep breath. He knew what this was like, so he just let Johnny continue until you chose to tell him.

“She was okay when I left, and now she’s crying in my arms –hey hey, it’s okay baby– so what could have possibly happened while I was gone?”

His tone to Reed was serious, but when he looked down at you it got incredibly softer. You sniffed a few times, pulling apart from him to wipe your eyes and give him a teary smile.

“I’m fine, Johnny, really,” you reassured, sniffing again, “It’s just … I don’t–“ you looked at Reed, nodding at him so he could help you a little.

Reed took off his glasses, and folded his hands behind his back in that way that meant ‘I’m about to say something big and I’m choosing my words carefully’. You just kept your gaze on Johnny.

“The scan revealed some … unexpected results.”

Well, so much for choosing your words carefully.

“Unexpected like… bad unexpected, or ‘hey, you have an extra kidney’ unexpected?” Johnny asked, squinting.

“Having an extra kidney would be bad unexpected too, Johnny,”

“We can always get it out and sell it,” he shrugged, rolling his eyes playfully to make you laugh, and when you inevitably did, relief washed over his face for a second.

Okay, it couldn’t be that bad if he was able to make you laugh after that breakdown. His heart could calm down a little now.

“Well, actually… neither,” Reed said.

His gaze shifted between the two of you before settling on the monitor that was still tilted in your direction. Johnny glanced at the screen, still expecting to see that third kidney. Instead, he tilted his head and his eyebrows pulled together.

“Huh,” he exhaled.

Funny, his first reaction was identical to Reed’s.

You watched him stare at the screen, and you could almost see the gears turning under all that blonde hair. Because Johnny Storm was a lot of things, loud, playful, endlessly distracting, but he was also sharp. And he wasn’t missing what was right in front of him.

Two heartbeats.

“Is uh– Is that what I think…?” his eyes flicked to you, you were already smiling, still glassy eyed holding the lump in your throat. “Oh my god.”

His mouth fell open a little, eyes darting between Reed, you and the small flicker on the screen for a few times, before it hit him all at once. He finally let go of the orange in his hand, the fruit hitting the floor in a few thuds.

Johnny’s face lit up like sunlight getting through grey clouds. Even HERBIE beeped in awe.

“OH MY GOD!!”

The grin that broke over his face made your heart flutter. He cupped your face in his warm hands before you could even wipe your eyes.

“Babe. Babe,” he chanted enthusiastically, his forehead pressed to yours, voice dropping to a breathless laugh. “We’re having a baby. Oh my god! We’re having a baby! … Herbert I’m gonna be a father!”

You let out a laugh that was half sob, half immense happiness, nodding against him.

He crashed his lips to yours, salty tears mixing in your lips as he kissed you softly, lips slightly pulling back from how wide you both were smiling.

In front of you, Reed stood with his arms crossed, the loveliest smile tugging at his mouth. For once, he didn’t interrupt, didn’t feel like adding facts or disclaimers. He simply turned back to the console and gave you both the moment.

That was, until Johnny pulled apart from you, realizing how you had just lit his whole world on fire and he was more than willing to stand in the middle of all of it.

“Okay,” Johnny said, still holding your face, “this is fine. This is more than fine. This is … this is amazing.”

“Johnny, I think we should–” you began, but he was already in motion, pacing next to you.

“First of all, we need to stock on food, for all the weird pregnancy cravings you’re gonna have. You want pickles dipped in ice cream? boom, Johnny delivers,” he gestured dramatically with his hands in the air.

Reed sighed, rubbing his temple while mumbling something about Johnny speaking in third person.

“Johnny–“

“And the baby’s room. We’ll paint it… okay, we don’t know boy or girl yet, but that’s fine, we’ll go with something neutral. Like… fire yellow … no, wait, that’s too on the nose. Sky blue? Maybe it could be space themed! … babe they can go to space with us one day, maybe Reed can make a baby space suit–“

“I am not sending your baby, or any baby for that matter, to space, Johnny,” Reed interrupted flatly, wishing you could go back to hugging and not this unprompted rambling.

“Johnny, angel, maybe we should–“

“Oh, and the clothes, babe the clothes! Little tiny onesies with flames on them. Reed, you have to make them in fireproof clothing, how else is it gonna be safe for me to hold them?”

“Johnny!” you leaned forward to put your hands on his chest and gently dragged him towards you. “Can we maybe process this before we start designing the nursery?”

He stopped mid ramble, eyes fixing on yours. And for the first time since Reed dropped the news, he hesitated. “You’re… okay with this? I mean, I’m over the moon, obviously, but… are you?”

You exhaled, reaching to fix a strand of his hair. “Johnny there’s nothing I want more in this life, than to have a family with you,” you reassured, meaning every single word, “but we didn’t even know about this ten minutes ago.”

Johnny’s smile softened. He grabbed your hand and lifted it to his lips, holding a kiss there for a moment.

“Okay. We’ll do this together, slowly, as a family,” he gave your hand a gentle kiss, and this time you were the one who jumped at his lips.

This time it was a bit rougher, clinging to him with fists clenched on his shirt, like putting all the overwhelming weight of it all into the kiss. Reed, who was still there, cleared his throat before you started making another baby right there and then. On his new scanner. That he built for his wife but now it would work for you too.

“You should both take some more proper tests to confirm everything is okay with your baby, before making more plans.”

“Yeah, yeah, Reed,” Johnny dismissed, already wrapping an arm around your waist to help you come down the platform, and guide you toward the door, but he halted midway. “Wait both? why me? I swear to god Richards, if you poke me–“

“No one is going to poke any of you here, Jonathan. Ever. I already told you, and it sure as hell won’t be me if it’s ever required,” Reed rolled his eyes, already relieved to see you both make your way to the elevator so he could work in peace.

He could only be happy for so long, before his mind inevitably went to overthink about how on earth you were all going to survive two super babies at the same time.

“Alright, we’ll do all that science stuff later. Right now…” He glanced down at you, his lovely grin back in full force. “I’m getting my girl an orange since she couldn’t have hers ... and maybe also ice cream. Just in case that pickle phase hits early.”

Even behind all the joking and amusement in his face, the glint in his eyes quietly told you he was looking at the most important thing in the whole universe. Those two heartbeats.

But no, it wasn’t just two heartbeats after all.

Because with Johnny by your side, it was three.

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the calm before the storm - johnny storm

Johnny Storm x pregnant!gf!reader

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Summary:

You have some news for Johnny, but the last thing you expect is for Sue to beat you to it. However, it turns out becoming parents isn’t even the biggest thing the family has to worry about - there are much bigger forces at work. Follows the timeline of about the first half of the movie

Warnings:

Smut (18+), unprotected p in v, oral (m receiving), creampie, movie spoilers, pregnancy, birth, fluff, angst, dangerous situations

Word Count: 19.2k

A/N:

I’m so beyond happy to have this completed and posted for y’all! This fic follows the timeline of the first half of the movie and contains spoilers, and is left open for more. I’m sorry if there’s anything in here that doesn’t make sense or isn’t canon compliant, I know nothing besides this one movie 😅 Much more can be written in the world of this fic - let me know if you want to see it! Big giant thanks to @punkrockmlchael for my banner, @writhingg for always being the best beta reader, @glassbxttless and @getaapologist for being the most helpful ever for this girl who knows nothing about marvel, and to @feral4youu and @sudsys for reading literally every scene the second i finish it (you’re both real ones ilysm)

“Oh, sweetheart…”

Johnny was a panting mess above you, leaning up on his elbows on the bed and watching your every move as you took his cock deeper and deeper down your throat. You looked up at him through your long eyelashes, taking in the fucked-out look on his face.

He was looking down at you with his face screwed up in pleasure. His toned chest heaved with his breaths, a whining moan at the end of each one.

His cock was hot and heavy in your mouth, throbbing between your swollen lips. Precum leaked from his tip, the heady taste on your tongue every time you swiped over his slit, which drove him crazy. His head would loll back on his shoulders as a low groan tore its way out of his chest.

You splayed your hands across his thick thighs, bobbing your head a little faster, making sure to give every part of him plenty of attention. He loved when you were sloppy on it like this. Johnny raked his hand through your hair, pushing you down all the way and holding you there until you couldn’t breathe.

“God-“ he choked, his eyes falling closed. “Oh, jesus baby, that’s- h-oh- oh, god-“

He let go and you pulled off of him, gasping for air. You took only a moment to compose yourself before you were sinking back onto him, sending Johnny flopping back onto the pillows with a groan.

You cradled his balls in your right hand, gently massaging them as you took him down slowly, focusing your tongue along the underside of his cock. His thighs trembled, muscles clenching.

“Fuck,” he whined. “Sweetheart, I- I’m so close, I’m so close. Wanna be inside you. Please.”

You lifted off of him with a pop, his cock twitching weakly as it was left wanting. Your lips were shining, wet with saliva. “Well, since you asked so nicely…”

Johnny laughed breathlessly and reached for you, pulling you on top of him and drawing a giggle from your lips. Your naked body landed on top of his, your chests pressed together as he tangled his hand in the back of your hair and dragged you down into a playful kiss.

Your lips moved together like they had always known one another. You straddled Johnny’s waist, legs on either side of his hips as you kissed him. His free hand rubbed down the smooth skin of your back and gripped your ass, making you gasp into the kiss. He chuckled.

“You’re perfect, y’know that?” he said quietly against your lips. He licked into your mouth, tasting a hint of the wine you’d had together, now forgotten across the room. A moan rumbled from his chest and against yours as your tongues rolled together, his cock pressed right up against what he wanted more than anything.

“You’re too sweet, Johnny,” you said as you broke the kiss and sat up. You rolled your hips experimentally, his cock dragging through your soaked folds. Johnny gasped, his hands flying to grip your hips tightly.

“Shit,” he hissed. “I can’t take it anymore. I need to fuck you right now.”

You moaned, you could feel his impressive length pressing insistently against you. He needed it bad tonight - you loved it when he got like this. Sometimes he was so needy and desperate, sometimes he was dominant and in control. Tonight was the former, and you weren’t complaining. “D’you want me to ride you, baby?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Fuck yeah.”

You lifted yourself up on your knees and Johnny reached beneath you to line his cock up with your hole. His thick tip was pressed tight against you, his blue eyes looking up into yours with so much fiery lust behind them it took your breath away.

You mentally prepared yourself, then lowered, sinking down onto Johnny’s thick cock slowly. His head dropped back and he let out a loud groan - you wouldn’t be surprised if the whole Baxter Building could hear him. Johnny was never shy about letting you know how good you felt.

He rocked his hips up into you right away, feet planted on the bed and his thigh muscles working as he pumped up into you. He was so deep already, your head tossed back as you cried out.

“Johnny! Oh my god-“

He was fucking you so hard from beneath you, you forgot you were supposed to be doing the work, too lost in your own pleasure. Eventually Johnny tugged on your hips, encouraging you to move. “Ride me, sweetheart. Please.”

You rocked your hips slowly at first, grinding down against him. You rested your hands on Johnny’s chest, rolling against him, the hair at the base of his cock rubbing against your clit just right. It felt incredible for you, but he needed more. He grabbed your ass in each of his large hands and started guiding you up and down, lifting you before letting you fall back down onto him.

The first drop back down onto him made Johnny’s back arch, a loud moan filling the air. The muscles in his neck and shoulders were straining, his pink, kiss swollen lips parted in a pretty O. Oh, he was needy.

You set a steady pace bouncing on his cock, Johnny watching your every move with intense focus. Your tits bounced with your movements - he couldn’t decide whether he’d rather look at that or the way his cock was disappearing inside you.

“Jesus,” Johnny groaned. “God, yes, keep riding me like that. You’re so tight around me, so fucking hot and wet- oh-“

“Feels so good, Johnny,” you cried, your voice higher than usual. He guided you a little faster, needing more, needing to fuck you deeper and harder. His cock felt so good with you wrapped around him - he’d never felt anything so good. He thought he could stay there indefinitely.

He sat up, burying his face in your bouncing tits and groaning as he groped them with his large, warm hands. His thumb swiped over the nipple of one while his hot mouth wrapped around the other, making you gasp. He moaned unabashedly, deep and low and drawn out, loud enough for the whole city to hear.

He fell back against the pillows and grabbed onto your hips again, guiding you faster. He was getting close, you could tell by the way his muscles were clenching, the way he needed more more more, the way he started whining and babbling and praising you like you were some deity bestowing upon him pleasures like he’d never before experienced.

“That’s it, that’s it sweetheart, keep riding me like that, keep- keep- fuuuuck- oh god-“ He was gasping, whimpering, losing control as his orgasm crept up his spine like electricity. “Need you to cum, baby, because I’m not far off.”

“‘m close, Johnny,” you whined, falling down onto his cock over and over, your head tilted back, his tip pressing so deep inside you - it was sending you reeling. When he moved a hand from your hip to rub quick, small circles on your clit with his thumb, it nearly made you scream. The coil in your belly tightened and tightened and tightened-

Your pussy clenched around Johnny again and again as you came, which was almost his undoing. You were screaming and moaning his name and Johnny was trying to hold it together just a little bit longer, just a little more, he didn’t want it to be over yet but-

Flames crackled on his skin as he let out a roar of a moan, planting his feet and thrusting his hips up into you as hard as he could. You gasped, surprised by the actual fire flickering along his arched body - but you were too fucked out with his cockhead currently buried as deep in you as possible while he held you there, his cum dripping out of you and down the sides of his shaft.

You were both shaking hard as you came down. The flames disappeared and you were left with your normal not-flaming boyfriend, still holding onto your hips while he tried to catch his breath, his chest shining with sweat.

“Jesus,” you finally said, laughing lightly. Johnny joined you, breathless but chuckling at the situation. He helped you carefully pull off of him, more of the cum he’d given you dripping from your hole. His eyes zeroed in on it, and you thought you heard him whimper.

“That was incredible,” Johnny said. He reached for his bedside table and grabbed a water bottle sitting there, opening it and taking a long drink.

“Do you usually catch on fire when you have sex?” you teased.

“Only when it’s fucking incredible,” he said, giving you that charming Johnny Storm smirk. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips. “You’re incredible. I love you.”

“I love you too, Johnny.” You kissed him again. You cuddled up to his side on the bed. “Is it okay that you…y’know…” Johnny had never cum inside of you like that before. Usually you used condoms, or he pulled out. 

“I can get you a morning after pill if you’re nervous,” he said quietly. “But with my powers, my DNA mutation - I’m not even sure if I can have kids. Reed and Sue have wanted them for ages and it never happened.” He shrugged sadly, still a hint of a smile on his face. “Kinda sucks, because I really wanted kids one day.”

The idea of never being able to have children with Johnny made you sad. It made your heart ache. You knew any child would be the luckiest in the world to have Johnny as their father.

“You don’t have to,” you said. “I know it's unlikely.”

Johnny kissed your temple. He knew how badly you wanted children, and he felt terrible he couldn’t give them to you. “I love you, sweetheart,” he said simply again. “I’m always gonna take care of you.”

“I love you too, Johnny.” You nuzzled into his neck, slumber catching up to your aching body. “I’m gonna take care of you, too.”

He chuckled, his chest vibrating beneath your head. He stroked your hair as you laid together and held you close.

“You are everything to me.”

“I can’t believe she’s having a baby,” Johnny laughed as you closed the door to your bedroom, still wrapping his mind around the news of his sister being pregnant. He was thrilled, that much was clear. Sue was happy, he was happy - he knew Reed would take good care of both of them. That wasn’t even a concern. They’d wanted a baby for so long. He shook his head with a smile, running a hand through his blonde hair.

“Yeah,” you said, trying to muster up as much enthusiasm in your voice as you could. “It’s really exciting!”

The truth was, your stomach was buzzing with nerves. You were beyond happy for her, but Sue announcing a pregnancy was the last thing you expected tonight - 

You had been planning an announcement for Johnny yourself.

Now, you weren’t sure what to do. You didn’t want to take over Sue and Reed’s baby news, especially with how long they’d been waiting for this. And sure, Johnny was over the moon about becoming an uncle - but how would he feel about becoming a dad? Right now?

Johnny gave you a strange look as he sat on the end of the bed, removing his shoes. “You okay? You seem…weird.”

“I’m fine!” you exclaimed, maybe with a little too much energy. “Seriously, I’m fine. It was just…a big evening.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “But…something’s off. Are you not happy?”

“No!” you blurted too quickly. “I mean, yes, I am. It’s not that, I swear.”

You had begun to pace, fingers tangled together. Johnny was properly concerned now, leaning on his knees as he watched you. When he couldn’t take it anymore he reached out, grabbing your hand and stopping you. “Sweetheart. What’s bothering you? You know you can tell me anything.”

Unable to keep pacing with your hand in his, you felt like the news was going to burst out without your permission. “It’s nothing, Johnny, I promise.”

He pulled you down onto his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist. “What, do you want a baby now that it’s on the table?” he asked, his tone teasing. Your stomach clenched in a knot, your skin like ice.

“What?” you asked, your laugh too high, too awkward to be casual. “What are you talking about?”

“Did my sister’s announcement give you baby fever?” he teased you even more, oblivious to your internal panic. “We’ll have one one day, baby. I wanna get married first, wait until things feel…right.”

That made you feel even worse. Would he not want the baby now? The way he’s talking now makes it sound like he doesn’t want one. But you were pregnant. It was happening whether it was the right time or not.

You felt tears brimming in your eyes. Your gaze was locked on the floor, avoiding Johnny entirely. When you didn’t laugh or joke back, he moved to look at your face better, seeing your wet eyes and trembling lower lip.

“Jesus, baby, what’s going on?” he asked, placing his hands on either side of your face. “I was just messing around. What’s bothering you so much?”

Your hormones were really getting to you. You weren’t much of a crier, not usually, which was what had Johnny extra freaked out as you sobbed in his lap. He rubbed your arms up and down soothingly, his warmth transferring to you. “Baby, please. Just tell me what’s wrong so I can help. I hate seeing you like this and feeling helpless.”

You shook your head. “I can’t. I…I can’t.”

“You can’t what?” The longer you went without just telling Johnny what was wrong, the worse his panic got. “Sweetheart, please. Just tell me, you- you can tell me anything, you know that.”

“I just…” you sniffled, wiping at your eyes. Johnny wiped a stray tear away with his thumb. “This isn’t how I wanted this to go.”

“How you wanted what to go?” He was so lost. “Baby, please, just tell me. I’m so confused. You know I’m not good at…figuring feelings out. If I did something wrong, please just tell me.”

You shook your head. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Johnny.” You met his blue eyes, your own red and puffy. It broke his heart. “I just…I’m sorry. I’ve had a lot going on.”

“Like what?” he asked. “Let me help. Please. You don’t have to do anything alone.” He squeezed your hip. “I’m your family. We’re your family now.”

A deep breath. You had to tell him. And he knew enough now to be scared - it had to be now. “Johnny…”

“Tell me, sweetheart,” he said. He was looking right into your eyes, you were surprised he couldn’t read your thoughts straight out of your head. Those eyes were so intense, they could have fooled you. “Let me in.”

“I…” He squeezed your hands in his. You took comfort in his touch. “Johnny, I’m pregnant.”

It was like time stopped. Neither of you moved an inch - or even breathed. Johnny just kept staring at you as if you hadn’t said anything. Then, finally - “Are you serious?”

You nodded. You were terrified as you watched him, waiting for his reaction. He looked like he was processing the words, like they hadn’t fully set in yet. Then-

“Really? A little Storm baby? Right now?” he grinned - but his mouth dropped when something else occurred to him. “And they’ll have a built-in best friend!”

“You’re happy?” you asked. Relief flooded your veins, but you were still shaking from the anxiety. “You want this?”

“What do you- of course I want this,” he said, laughing like he couldn’t believe what you’d said. He rubbed your upper arms, warming your entire body. “Who cares if we’re not married yet? This is the best news. We’ve gotta tell everyone right now.”

“Hold on,” you said, laughing lightly. Johnny had surprised you - he looked ecstatic. You had been worried for nothing. “Sue just announced, I don’t want to take away from her moment. They tried for a long time.”

Johnny considered your words. “She’s going to be happy for us,” he said.

“I know she will be.” His blue eyes were shining, the excitement physically visible in them. “But this is her moment. I don’t want to take that away from her and Reed.”

Despite your words, he still couldn’t wipe the huge grin off his face - he was happy enough at the idea of becoming an uncle, but a father too? This was one of the best days of his life. “Okay. We’ll wait. But this is the best. Who could have predicted me and my sister having babies at the exact same time?”

“It is pretty crazy,” you said, your voice nervous. You were still wrapping your mind around the situation yourself. You’d only known for two days, and had spent those worrying yourself sick over Johnny’s reaction. You had finally worked up the courage, but the news of Sue’s pregnancy coming out at Sunday dinner was the last thing you expected.

You knew that, eventually, this would be amazing. Two cousins so close to the same age were bound to be close. But you worried about how Sue and Reed would feel. Would they be hurt? Would they resent you and Johnny for getting pregnant so easily? By accident?

The anxiety made you sick. Even when you changed into your pajamas and climbed into bed with Johnny, your boyfriend spooning against your back with his hand already resting protectively on your stomach - you worried. Johnny snored softly in your ear and you thought about how you might have just ruined everything in your new family.

It was two weeks after telling Johnny about the pregnancy, and Sunday dinner had once again rolled around. You were content to keep the secret for a while longer still, but Johnny was driving you crazy about it. Every day he asked when you could announce, every day he begged you to say yes.

You’d finally agreed. Now Johnny was practically bouncing off the walls, excited for dinner. He was dressed handsomely, a button down shirt with dark blue pants. You had been suffering from the worst morning sickness the past week, and only had the energy to dress in an oversized t-shirt and leggings.

He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as you ate, and the others definitely noticed, looking at him strangely. Finally, as dinner was wrapping up, Sue spoke up.

“What’s got you smiling like that?” she asked her younger brother as she helped gather dirty plates, Johnny trailing behind her with more dishes. “You look like you have some good news.”

Johnny beamed at you - you mustered up a half hearted smile in return, but in reality your heart was beating out of your chest, your throat felt like it was closing. You’d hardly said a word all evening and didn’t have much of an appetite, most of your plate untouched. With the moment now here, you thought the little you had eaten might make a reappearance.

“I do, actually,” Johnny said, grabbing the box of Lucky Charms off the counter despite having just eaten. He grabbed some and popped them in his mouth.

Sue, Reed, and Ben looked at him with more concern than anything, exchanging a look with their eyebrows drawn together. That made you even more sick.

“What is it?” Reed asked. Johnny had everyone’s full attention now.

“Well,” he said, trying somewhat to contain his face-splitting smile. He sat the box down and walked back to where you sat, standing behind you. He placed his hands on the back of your chair. “We have something exciting to tell you guys.” He glanced down at you, then back at his family. “We’re having a baby.”

It was so silent, only the soft whirrs of Herbie as he bustled around filled the air. Reed and Ben looked at Sue - it was tense. Johnny’s smile began to falter.

“Wow,” she finally said, and it was obvious that was the last thing they expected Johnny to say. Her face was stone, and you felt your heart actually crack when you noticed her eyes becoming glassy. “That’s…wow.”

Reed reached over and took his wife’s hand, looking at her like he wanted to read her mind. She was unreadable, however.

You looked up at Johnny. He looked back down at you, the sudden understanding of your concerns now all over his face. He looked back at his sister, eyes darting to Ben and Reed before meeting hers again. “Are you…upset?”

“No!” she said quickly. “No. I’m not upset. It’s just…you know, it’s a lot.” She smiled, although it seemed a little forced. She let go of Reed’s hand and stood, approaching her brother and wrapping him in a tight hug.

Johnny glanced at you, but hugged her back. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked her quietly.

“Of course I’m okay,” she said. “I just…Johnny, I can’t believe it.” They parted and she looked at each person in the room. “What are the odds, huh?”

“A little reckless maybe, don’t you think?” 

You all looked at Reed. He wasn’t smiling. The look on his face was completely unamused, serious. “Was it an accident?”

No one said anything. The question hung in the air, although each person there already knew the answer.

“Why does that matter?” Johnny finally asked.

“Have you even thought of the repercussions? The potential consequences? Dangers?” Reed asked. He gestured to you, towards your belly, and you covered it with your arms. “The child’s father has cosmically compromised DNA. You have powers, and she doesn’t. Have you thought of what might happen to her carrying your child?”

Silence. Neither you nor Johnny had even considered that. Johnny looked down at you with something a little like panic in his eyes.

“That- what do you mean?” he stuttered. “Could something happen to her?”

“We don’t know what could happen,” Reed said. “That’s why you were reckless.”

“We just don’t know if we’re going to have a fire baby to worry about,” Ben said lightly. The idea made you cringe.

“You don’t know what’s going to happen with two parents with powers, either,” Johnny said. “This is new territory for all of us.”

“I know,” Reed said. “I’ve been developing a device to scan the baby and check for abnormalities.” He nodded to Sue, then you. “I can check them both.”

Johnny looked at you. The sweat on your brow and the trembling in your hands were immediately noticeable - you were scared shitless. He crouched down next to your chair, speaking quietly for you only. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“Could something really happen?” you asked him. “To the baby? To me?”

His mouth opened to tell you no, of course not. You’re safe. I would never let anything happen to either of you. But the truth was that he had no idea - no one did. And if something bad did happen, he thought, it would be his fault. He did this to you.

“I don’t know, baby,” he said. “But I can promise you I will do everything in my power to keep you both safe. And Reed is gonna make sure there’s nothing going on while that little Storm’s brewing.” A goofy grin took over his face as he placed a hand on your belly.

“Oh, come on,” Ben groaned, unamused by the pun.

Johnny stood. “Whatever you have to do to make sure she’s going to be okay,” he said to Reed, “that they’re both going to be okay- do it. I can’t lose-“ He stopped, taking a deep breath. “I can’t let anything happen to her.”

“Getting this machine built is my top priority,” Reed said. “I promise you, I’m going to do everything I can for both of them.”

You were relieved when everyone started returning to their rooms. You were exhausted, still felt sick, and were now stressed beyond belief. Johnny gave Herbie a scratch on the head - “Night, Herbert.” - to which he beeped contentedly.

As you were about to leave with Johnny, Sue stopped you. She hurried over, but once she reached you, she wasn’t sure what to say. Eventually, she smiled at you apologetically, grabbing your upper arms and running her hands down until they rested on your elbows.

She said your name, then looked at Johnny, giving him a look that said Some privacy, please? Johnny held his hands up, backing away.

Sue’s attention now fully on you, you felt nervous once again. You’d always liked Sue - you and Johnny had been dating a year now, and she had been nothing but kind to you since you’d known her. But this was a different circumstance entirely.

“I wanted to tell you congratulations,” she said. “And apologize for the way I reacted when you told us the news. It just- it shocked me. It was a shock. Reed and I- well, you know.” She smiled softly. “But I really am happy for you and Johnny. He’s going to be a great dad. I should have told him so.”

Warmth spread through your veins, comfort - like a hug from Johnny himself. Relief. “You don’t have to apologize,” you assured her. “I understand how you felt. I’m sorry we kind of…made you share the most important event of your life.” You grimaced - you felt horrible about it, even though you hadn’t in any way meant to get pregnant.

“I don’t mind sharing with you and my baby brother,” she said. “Don’t worry, I’ve shared a lot with him over the years.”

You laughed lightly. “Thank you, Sue. And I am really, really happy for you. I know you’ve wanted a baby for a long time.”

“Thank you.” She pulled you into a tight hug. “You’re going to be an incredible mother.”

With the news out amongst the family and your bumps becoming increasingly difficult to hide, it was time to come out and tell the press. You announced with a spread on a magazine cover, the Four with two empty baby seats.

The public debated whether you and Sue would have boys or girls. Most seemed to think you were both having boys, but whatever the stance, everyone was passionate about theirs. There were articles, polls, bets being exchanged.

“The countdown continues as the Fantastic Four prepare to welcome two new members to the family,” the reporters were saying. “Preparations inside the Baxter Building are well underway!”

And they were. Herbie was busy baby proofing the entire building, flitting around and making sure everything was safe for the new arrivals. He was just as excited as the rest of you. He put plug covers in all the sockets, moved sharp objects out of the way, installed locks on the cabinets, placed baby gates - much to Ben’s annoyance.

“The question on everyone’s mind is - will the babies be born with superpowers?” 

It was true - everyone wondered. Even you. Even Johnny.

You thought back to Ben’s joke. What if you really did have a little fire baby to worry about? The idea of your child bursting into flames terrified you - it was still weird enough when Johnny did it.

The public wasn’t quite as nice to you as they were to Sue and Reed. Between a married couple who had been hoping for a baby for years, and a couple who had been dating for a year and got pregnant by accident - yeah, it wasn’t hard to imagine who they favored. As if it were a competition and not your family.

Gossip magazines had a lot to say about you in particular. Johnny was beloved, but you? You were just some girl who came out of nowhere, took the world’s most eligible bachelor off the market, then overshadowed the pregnancy of everyone’s favorite family.

There was a lot said about your intentions, like that you were only with Johnny for money and fame. They speculated that Sue secretly hated you. They implied you had trapped him with this pregnancy. How could the public be so happy for Johnny while being so cruel to you?

Johnny always told you to ignore it, that it wasn’t worth even keeping up with what those people were saying. But that was impossible for you - it’s like you had to know. Every time you passed a gossip mag at the store, you had to read the cover. You couldn’t help it.

“Those people don’t know anything,” Johnny would say. “Seriously. They have nothing better to do but make up fake drama. It’s sad. Please don’t pay attention to them, sweetheart.” A lopsided grin. “You’re my future wife. The love of my life. The mother of my child. No one is going to change that.”

You got to where you didn’t even want to leave the building anymore because you’d be followed by reporters. You were already struggling enough with the way your body was beginning to change, the last thing you needed was an unflattering photo of yourself ending up on the cover of another magazine, speculating if you’re having twins based on the size of your bump.

Johnny hated to see you isolate yourself. He was constantly trying to convince you to leave the building, to at least go on a walk with him. You’d agree some of the time, but not as often as he’d like.

“You and the baby need fresh air,” he’d plead. “It’s not good to stay cooped up in here all day.”

You would be cuddled in bed like a burrito at 2pm. “I just don’t feel up to it, Johnny.”

Johnny frowned. “It hurts to see you like this,” he said softly. “You’re depressed, sweetheart. I hate that these people are getting to you. It makes me so…” He looked away from you, flames combusting on his skin. You jumped - it was still so strange.

“Sorry,” he said, the flames disappearing. He smiled sheepishly at you. “It’s just…I wish I could do something. I wish I could do more. I’m not used to feeling helpless.” He rubbed his hand over your back, and you let out a deep sigh. “Just want my girl to be happy and safe.”

The gossip slowed down eventually as your pregnancy progressed, much to your relief. Despite the way they’d treated you, the public was absolutely beside themselves at the thought of Johnny and Sue both having babies. You were even asked to do a photo shoot with her for a magazine - that was completely out of your depth, but you’d done it.

You felt so small standing next to Sue Storm. Like, who cares about me?

Your family did, and they showed you that every day. Before long, you were feeling more like yourself again, walking around in public with your bump proudly visible, hand on it protectively. The public warmed up to you. You were really becoming a part of the family - in everyone’s eyes.

“Can I carry that for you, sweetheart?”

You turned, seeing Johnny jogging up to you. He reached for the laundry basket in your hands.

“Oh, sure,” you said, handing it off to him. He grinned - he always did have the most charming smile. It made your stomach fill with butterflies, just like the first time you’d seen him in person.

He followed you back to the bedroom with the basket, placing it down on the bed. He lifted a shirt from the top of the pile and began folding it.

“Babe, you don’t have to do that,” you said, placing your hand on his arm. He turned to look at you, those blue eyes so close to your own, it nearly took your breath away.

“I don’t mind,” he said. “I don’t want you to have to do it. You should rest. You’ve still been so sick.”

“That’s sweet, Johnny, but no, seriously. Herbie usually does it.”

Johnny stopped, his cheeks tinged pink. “Oh. Yeah. That’s right, isn’t it?”

You giggled. “What’s gotten into you?”

Johnny sat on the bed, reaching for your hand and pulling you down to sit on his lap. His hand settled on your four months pregnant belly. “Nothing,” he said. “I just wanna take good care of my girl. You know there’s two things I love-“

“Yeah, yeah, Johnny loves space, Johnny loves women,” you teased. Johnny chuckled.

“Johnny loves you,” he said. “He loves his girl,” he rubbed his hand across your small bump, “and he loves whoever this one is going to grow to be.”

“Will this tell us if everything’s okay?” you asked, standing nervously in Reed’s lab. Sue stood to the side, there for moral support - they were all concerned about you especially.

“It should,” Reed said. “I’ve developed and tested it extensively, and ran some tests on Sue just this morning.” He looked at his wife. “It did not detect any anomalies.”

That was a relief - but it didn’t mean you would have the same result.

You wished Johnny was there. But he was busy, and he had been bugging Reed about the new space suits so relentlessly, you know he certainly didn’t miss him.

“Everything is going to be fine,” Sue said softly, sitting her hand on your shoulder. “It’s quick and painless.”

You nodded. You were scared, but you would also do absolutely anything this baby needed. You laid down on the cool table. There was nothing visibly interesting about it - it was a flat white table with a piece that arced over your stomach.

Sue stood by as Reed worked the machine. It emitted a bright light, scanning over your stomach. The machine began printing all kinds of…graphs and measurements. You had no idea what you were looking at. You often felt a little inadequate in a family full of geniuses. You were just…you. No powers, no fancy degree. Never been to space. Just a girl who’s boyfriend/baby daddy flies and occasionally combusts.

Reed and Sue both examined the results that were printing rapidly. Reed wrote some things down, while Sue pointed over his shoulder, saying some things too quietly for you to hear. It made you nervous.

They still hadn’t told you anything when Reed shut the machine off. You looked at both of them. “So? Is the baby…is everything okay?”

They exchanged a look. “There’s…some kind of anomaly,” Reed said carefully. Your body went cold. “I don’t know what it is. I’m going to have to do more tests, but for now, I need you to relax. I don’t see anything that has me immediately concerned.”

“But you just said-“

“I know.” He looked at you seriously, Sue hovering behind him. “Just because there’s some kind of anomaly doesn’t mean it’s necessarily…bad. The baby’s father is an anomaly himself.” He smiled in a way that felt like he was trying to comfort you. “I don’t want you to worry. I’m going to keep running tests.”

Your mind was spinning for the rest of the day. When you saw Johnny that evening, his brow immediately creased, knowing something was on your mind right away. “What’s going on? You look…bothered,” he asked as he ate Lucky Charms straight from the box. You hadn’t even had dinner yet.

“It’s just…” you sighed. “Reed said he found some kind of anomaly on the test.”

His concern visibly deepened. “What kind of anomaly?”

“I don’t know,” you said. “That’s all he said. That there was an anomaly but not to worry about it because he’s going to run more tests.”

Johnny looked lost deep in his own head. His brow was furrowed as his mind filled with a million thoughts you’d never understand. Suddenly, he stood. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?” you asked him - he was already at the door.

“To the lab,” he said simply.

And he was gone.

“What do you mean there are anomalies?” Johnny asked his brother in law as he stormed into the lab. Reed turned from the chalkboard, only mildly surprised. “What does that mean? What kind of anomalies?”

Reed sat his chalk down. “Hi, Johnny. Good to see you.”

Johnny looked at the machine as he passed it, his hand rubbing over the top of it. He picked up a long strip of paper with your results on it, but he wasn’t sure what exactly he was looking at. He looked back at Reed. “What kind of anomalies?” he asked again. “Reed, be straight with me.”

Reed sighed. “I don’t think it’s anything too serious. I want to start with that,” he said. “But there’s something…off. I need to do more tests, that’s the truth. I don’t have any concrete answers for you. I’m sorry.”

Johnny shook his head. “What about Sue?”

“I haven’t detected anything from Sue.”

“So it’s just my child,” he said bitterly. “Two parents with two different powers are fine, but my powers alone are enough to mess things up?”

“We don’t know that anything’s messed up,” Reed explained patiently. “I need you to calm down, Johnny. There’s no reason to panic right now.”

“Right now?” he said. “So I panic later?”

“That’s usually how it goes,” Reed joked - but Johnny was unamused. “Look. If I find something that seriously concerns me, you two will be the first to hear it. I promise. For now, I need you to trust me.”

Johnny hated feeling helpless. Even now, he wasn’t angry - he was scared. Terrified. But what could he do besides trust his brother?

“Okay,” he conceded. “I’ll try.”

Reed clapped him on the shoulder. “Fatherhood is terrifying,” he said. “Super powers or not. You’re right where you’re supposed to be. Worrying about your family is normal. I know you love them both.”

“More than anything,” Johnny said quietly. “I love them so much it…” He rubbed his chest. “God, it hurts.”

A knowing smile crossed Reed’s face - because he knew the exact feeling.

“Shit,” Johnny hissed, sucking his pinched finger into his mouth. “Baby, can you hand me the screwdriver?”

You leaned over, hand on your swollen belly as you grabbed the screwdriver from the floor with great effort. You were huffing by the time you handed the tool to your boyfriend, and he turned around, giving you a winning smile.

“We could have let Herbie do this, you know,” you said. “That’s what Reed did.”

Johnny waved you off. “I’m going to put my own child’s crib together myself.” He nodded towards the rocking chair in the corner. “You should sit down.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. Your feet were killing you. You waddled over to the glider, sitting down carefully. Your feet up on the foot stool, you watched Johnny building the baby furniture.

“Only a couple months left,” Johnny mused. “Getting close.”

“Yep,” you agreed. You looked down at your round bump as you rubbed your hand over it affectionately. “Are you coming with me to the lab after this for Reed’s test?”

“Of course,” he said instantly. “I feel bad I haven’t made the others.”

The thought filled you with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. It was still such an abstract thought, the baby in your belly. You knew they were real, and they were growing and healthy - you could feel them most of the time, sticking an arm against your spine or kicking you so hard in the bladder you had to run - it was a comfort, although uncomfortable.

“Are you nervous?” you asked him. He screwed in the leg of the crib and turned back to face you.

“To have the baby?” he questioned. “Honestly? Yeah. I’m scared out of my mind. But I’m excited.” His blue eyes glittered with it. He was practically buzzing out of his skin - you were surprised his hair wasn’t on fire.

“I hope they look like you,” you said lightly, your fingers dancing over the bump ever so gently, lost in the cloud of your thoughts.

“Me?” He gave the railing of the crib a shake, making sure the finished thing was sturdy before he looked at you again. “Why?”

You looked at him like he was dumb. “Have you seen yourself?”

Johnny’s cheeks tinted pink. “Okay, Ms. Flaming Hearts Club,” he teased. “Were you the one who kept sending me those filthy love poems with the lipstick prints?”

“You caught me,” you grinned.

Johnny shook his head, laughing. Unfortunately, you remembered those poems from his mystery admirer vividly. They were far from family friendly.

He stood, moving to a box next to the completed crib. He opened it and started pulling out space themed decorations - a mobile of the planets, glow in the dark stars, a blanket printed with constellations. You stood with some effort and joined Johnny by the side of the crib.

He lifted the mobile, installing it above the crib. You watched him work quietly - he was careful and precise. When it was hung perfectly, he smiled down at you.

“It’s coming together,” you said. Almost all the baby prep tasks had been completed - the Baxter Building was completely prepared for the two newest members.

Johnny looked a little pale. “Yeah,” he agreed. “Almost time.” He was quiet. He rested both hands on your bump, now large and very much in the way. His thumbs rubbed over it while he looked down with all the affection in the world on his face.

“I hope they don’t have powers.”

The statement caught you off guard. Johnny had never said anything like that before, and you had just assumed he’d want the baby to be like him. But now his words told a different story, one coming from a place of love - and anxiety.

“Why?” you asked softly. You got the vibe it was a sensitive subject for him.

“I just…” he sighed. “I want them to have a normal life. Having powers…it comes with an expectation, a responsibility. I didn’t ask to have powers. It just happened to me.” You were quiet. You hadn’t known Johnny before the accident, and he had never talked about it. You let him continue.

“I don’t want their life decided for them like that,” he went on. “I want them to be able to do and be whatever they want to be. Not born in a Fantastic Four suit.” He smiled crookedly. “Metaphorically speaking, of course.”

“I can understand that,” you said. The baby moved beneath Johnny’s hand, giving him a strong kick. He smiled. “I just want them to be healthy and happy. And if you think having powers would prevent that, then I agree with you.”

“I do think that,” he said, quiet. You wondered if he had thoughts about his own powers he’d never spoken aloud. “I want them to have a good life. An easy life.”

He gazed into your eyes, like he was reading you from the inside. His hand came to rest on your cheek. “You’re going to be the best mom, you know,” he said, so quietly. “I know we didn’t mean for this to happen right now…” He traced his thumb over your bottom lip, and you let out a short gasp. “But there is no one I’d rather be having a baby with. This baby is going to be so lucky to have you.” 

Herbie hurried in at that moment with a basket of freshly washed and folded baby clothes, saying a little “Hello,” as he sat the basket down and began putting the clothes away. Johnny scratched the robot on the top of the head.

“Thanks, Herbert, you’re a lifesaver,” he said. Herbie happily beeped in response.

“Ready?” Johnny asked you as Herbie continued his work, hand on your lower back. “Let’s go check on this baby.”

Laying on the table in Reed’s lab once again, the machine doing its job, you watched Johnny’s anxiety manifest by being as annoying to Reed as possible.

“So is this test gonna give us answers this time or what?” he asked, pacing next to where you laid. He was giving you anxiety with the way he wouldn’t stay still. Reed was trying to ignore him, Sue standing and reading the results over her husband’s shoulder.

“It should tell us more, yes,” Reed said, distracted, but he’d already been over this. He was being remarkably patient with him. But the longer he focused on the endless graphs and lines, the more nervous you and Johnny became.

Reed gripped the paper in his hands, staring at it intently. He was reading quickly, clearly thinking a thousand miles a minute. The look on his face made you nauseous - he was concentrating, and if something was going on to make Reed act like this, it was something.

“…What is it?” Johnny asked, his heart beating uncomfortably hard. “Just tell me. Is something wrong?”

“It…” Reed stopped himself, looking back over the paper. Johnny stopped next to you, and you reached for each others’ hand. “It appears as if their DNA has also been…altered,” Reed mumbled.

Quiet. “What do you mean?” Johnny asked, his voice dead serious. Not a hint of his usual goofy personality.

Reed looked up at Johnny - then at Sue, back to his paper, to you, and finally Johnny again, who was waiting. “They’ve inherited the father’s mutated DNA. They have the X-gene.”

Johnny’s eyes went wide. You looked at everyone, but no one was explaining anything. “What does that mean?” you asked, anxiety rising in your voice. Reed was about to answer, but Johnny wasn’t even looking at you. 

“So - a mutant,” Johnny said.

Another exchange of looks between Reed and Sue. “By definition…yes.”

“A mutant?” you asked, sitting up on your elbows. “What does that mean? Will they be-“ You didn’t even know what you were asking. You didn’t know what any of this meant, if it was bad news or not.

“It means they will develop powers at some point in their life,” Sue explained. “They have the X-gene exclusive to mutants.”

The information sent your head spinning. Your child would have powers after all. You hadn’t thought news like that would have upset you, but after your conversation with Johnny, you saw things a different way.

Speaking of Johnny, you looked up at your boyfriend, who was still staring at Reed, his face hard as stone. “They have powers.”

“They will,” Reed confirmed. “I don’t know when they’ll appear, or what they’ll be, but…”

Johnny abruptly pulled a chair out, sinking into it. You didn’t notice how he was shaking until he was sitting next to you, his hands intertwined in front of his mouth. He was thinking.

“It’s nothing to panic about,” Reed said. “We’ve been living with these powers for years now, and I will be performing further testing-“

“I just didn’t want this,” Johnny said simply. His words echoed through the room in the silence.

Reed closed his mouth, going back to the results, giving Johnny time. You didn’t know what to say either - was there anything you could say to make anything better? You didn’t think so. Not right now.

It was Sue who stepped forward, her left hand resting on her baby brother’s back and her right on her stomach. Johnny looked at her, and it was like they were communicating something to each other by nothing but their eyes.

“Would it make you feel better if you could see the baby?” she asked him gently.

Your lips parted in surprise - she could make that happen? - but Johnny looked up at his sister like she’d just uttered the secret to the universe. “You’ll do that for us?”

“Of course I will,” she said. She was looking at Johnny with so much love, it made your chest feel warm. They both turned to look at you. “Would you want that?”

It took you a minute to catch up to the conversation. “What? To…see the baby?”

Sue and Johnny nodded.

“Will it…hurt?”

Johnny chuckled. “No, sweetheart. I promise it won’t.”

You laid back down on the table, your head slightly inclined. Reed and Sue moved in close on your left side, while Johnny was on your right. You didn’t know what to expect.

Carefully, Sue laid her hand against the bottom of your belly, yours resting on top. It was just a minute of anticipatory silence, and then - your body, your stomach, became invisible, revealing the baby curled snugly inside.

“Oh my god-“

The choked words, like holding back a sob, were the first thing you heard. Johnny had covered his mouth with his hand, his blue eyes wet and shining in the light of the lab. His forehead was creased, and his eyes were locked on your stomach - at the baby inside. He looked like he was about 2 seconds away from losing it.

You were right there with him. There really was a baby in there - the thoughts you’d had the past months about not being able to wrap your mind around it were out the window with the vision in front of you. That was your child. The baby’s head was pressed right against where your hand rested. They were curled up in a little ball, eyes closed. Their nose reminded you of Johnny’s. Your heart was beating out of control, and you hadn’t even noticed the tears that had spilled down your face.

Reed and Sue let the two of you take your time. Sue cradled your belly like it was the most precious thing as she used her powers on you for the first time. She was the baby’s aunt, and she had so much love for them already, it was clear in her expression.

You looked at Johnny again. He was looking at your stomach with absolute awe - you wished you could hear what he was thinking. Slowly, like he was scared, he reached out and gently laid his palm on your stomach.

“See?” Sue said “There’s nothing wrong. Nothing to worry about.” She rubbed your stomach affectionately. “She’s perfect.”

“She,” Johnny repeated, his voice a mere whisper. You hadn’t even caught that yourself, hadn’t been able to think any deeper than seeing your child finally in front of your eyes. “She.”

It hadn’t even occurred to you that with seeing your baby, you’d be finding out what you were having. That wasn’t just the baby - that was your daughter. You were lost in your own thoughts when you heard a voice next to you that surprised you.

“Hey,” Johnny said quietly. He and his daughter might as well have been the only ones in the room. “Hey, baby girl. It’s your daddy.”

Reed and a teary-eyed Sue exchanged a look.

“I can’t wait to meet you,” Johnny continued. “You have the coolest family ever. You’re going to be the coolest person ever. And…” he was quiet for a moment. “And I’m going to teach you everything I know. One day, you’ll see space, too.”

Before you could completely burst into tears, Johnny turned to look you in the eyes. There was so much unspoken between you, it felt like something tangible taking up space and air. He surged forwards and kissed you, then pressed your foreheads together.

“I love you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve never loved anyone like I love the both of you.”

At eight months pregnant now, you were starting to really be over the whole thing. You were aching, swollen, tired, and irritable, and it felt like Sue was handling pregnancy with a lot more grace than you were.

Not only did she come across as significantly less miserable - usually dressed nicely with her hair and makeup done while you could barely handle getting out of bed and throwing some sweatpants on - she was also just lucky. She didn’t have the crippling morning (all day) sickness like you did, and her bump was small and cute, nothing like how huge you were. You knew every pregnancy was different, but it seemed a little unfair.

Johnny had been doing everything in his power to cheer you up. He took care of you, rubbed your back and feet, put lotion on your belly, and kept you company when you were too miserable to leave the building. However your pregnancy hormones were raging, and he often got snapped at - followed by a tearful apology.

He never minded.

You were looking for him now, waddling throughout the house with a hand on your stomach for support. Something you hadn’t been prepared for was your sense of gravity being thrown off - that was strange.

He wasn’t in the kitchen, and you had just left Reed’s lab after another scan - nothing new to report. Baby girl was totally healthy and not throwing you any more shocks. She was getting so big - she’d be there before you knew it.

You huffed as you dragged yourself up the stairs, getting plenty of use out of the handrail. By the time you reached the top you were breathing heavily, having to take a minute to lean against the wall at the top and catch your breath. Finally, you made your way to the bedroom.

There he was.

Johnny stood across the room at the window. His back was to you, so you didn’t even know if he knew you were there. He was staring out, the longing nearly radiating off his body. He was looking at the spaceship.

You walked up behind him, your feet sliding against the plush carpet. He didn’t turn, which was odd - you weren’t trying to be quiet. He only got like this when he had a lot on his mind.

And he did have a lot on his mind. Now that the due date was getting closer and closer, he knew he was running out of time to be ready to be a father. This baby girl was coming whether he liked it or not. The Baxter Building would be a much different place when the babies arrived.

He thought to his own parents. After the death of his mother, his dad had tried his best with Sue and Johnny, but he saw how hard it was for him. Being a parent isn’t easy at all, and now he was about to become one. Very soon.

The thought of the baby being here filled him with an overwhelming anxiety. What if he didn’t know the first thing about being a dad? What if he was an awful one? What if he screwed his kid up? What if he got killed on a mission and left you both on your own? What if-

“Do you miss it?” you asked.

Johnny startled, snapped out of his spiraling thoughts, but he smiled when his eyes landed on you. “Space?” he asked, looking back out the window. “God, yes.”

He gestured you over, putting an arm around you. You looked out the window with him - the ship was a sight. It was massive, and it was in your backyard. Johnny looked at it often. It was his favorite part of this room.

“I always loved space,” he said. “It’s like nothing else. The most beautiful thing you’ll ever see in your life.” He looked back down at you, giving you a wink. “Well, one of them.”

You scoffed a laugh, and Johnny squeezed your shoulder. “Do you think you’ll go back one day?”

“Absolutely,” Johnny answered right away. “If I thought I would never see space again…I don’t know what I’d do.”

Space had been his first love. You had to respect it.

“Are you okay?” you asked him. “You just seem like you have a lot on your mind.”

Johnny didn’t say anything at first. You weren’t sure if he was going to answer you, but finally he sighed deeply and his lips parted, as if he was about to speak but lost the words.

“I’m okay,” he said. “We’re just, y’know, about to take a big step together. We’re about to be thrown into something we know absolutely nothing about. And it’s scary.” He chuckled lightly. “It scares me.”

“It scares me too,” you admitted. “But I know you’re going to be the greatest dad. Do you know how cool she’s going to be at school? Her dad is the Human Torch.”

Johnny laughed at that. The thing is, you weren’t wrong. These babies were being born into a family of celebrities - being born into celebrities themselves. His smile faded a little as he thought of that.

“I just…” He sighed as he thought. “I wanted her to be her own person.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder. “She will be,” you promised him. “Her life isn’t over just because she’s going to have powers. And who’s to say if she didn’t have them, she wouldn’t wish she did?” 

Johnny hasn’t considered that. “I guess that’s true.”

“The point is,” you said, “everything about parenthood is…uncertain. We don’t know who she’ll be or what she’ll be like or who she’ll grow into. But I know she’s going to love her daddy with her whole heart.” Johnny’s cheeks flushed at the title - he still wasn’t used to it yet. “She’s going to be strong and, more than anything, loved.”

He nodded, and you thought you saw him sneakily wiping his eyes. “You’re right,” he said. “I’m doing what I said I didn’t want to happen. I’m deciding what she wants for her.” He scoffed lightly. “Is it always going to be this hard?”

“Harder, I think,” you said jokingly - but it was the truth. Parenthood would only get more and more challenging. “Who knows. Maybe one day she’ll be on that ship with you.”

Another thought that Johnny hadn’t even allowed himself to consider. But with the idea in his head, he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his lips. “That would be…”

“Your dream?” you teased. “She’ll probably end up a genius like the rest of her family and leave me the only normal boring human.”

Johnny turned to you swiftly, placing his hands on either side of your face. “Don’t talk about yourself like you’re nothing special,” he said firmly. “Because that’s not true. You are smart. You don’t have to be a damn scientist or astronaut for me to think you’re one of the smartest people I’ve met.”

You looked at him skeptically, your eyebrows raised. “You know how many scientists, engineers, and physicists you know?”

He smiled. “That doesn’t mean anything. Doesn’t mean they’re smart.”

“Kinda does.”

“You’re missing the point.” He kissed your forehead. “I don’t want to hear you talking like you’re nobody. That couldn’t be less true. You’re everything.”

You looked down. “It’s just hard not to feel useless in a house full of superheroes and a very productive and cute robot.”

“Well, I can say for certain that you’re cuter,” he said. You giggled as he leaned in abruptly and kissed your cheek, his fingers tickling your sides. You laughed, fighting him off, pushing him away as he only pulled you closer. He covered your face in kisses when he finally caught you.

“I love you,” he said. “God, I love you. You’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever met. I can’t believe you’re mine.”

Later that day, you were in the kitchen with the family. Herbie carved a pumpkin, Ben was working on a meringue, and you were helping Sue set the table.

You looked up as Johnny stormed in, grabbing a box of Lucky Charms. He was clearly in a bad mood.

“Hey,” Ben greeted him, before noticing his demeanor. “Why the long face? Your 2:15 with Reed didn’t go well?” Johnny said nothing, which was answer enough. “I’m sorry, pal.”

“Hey, I’m fine, you know, I don’t mind. It’s just that-“

“We’ll go to space again,” Ben said.

“Yeah, we will.” Johnny said it with confidence. He pulled the toy out of the box of cereal. “Oh! Nice!”

He pointed the little figure at Ben, pressing the button - “Flame on! Flame on!” Ben took the toy and crushed it in his hand, blowing the dust back in Johnny’s face. You shook your head, but stifled a laugh.

After messing with Ben a little longer, Johnny made his way over to where you stood. He placed his hand on your belly and leaned in for a kiss.

“You sure you’re okay, honey?” you asked him quietly. You knew he’d been looking forward to this meeting with Reed for a while - he had really been hoping.

“I’m okay,” he said, smiling at you like he wanted you to believe it. “Ben’s right. We’ll go back. I just…need to wait.”

The last person to arrive to Sunday dinner, Reed walked in and straight to his wife. As he spoke to her and Johnny stood with you, hand caressing the bump, sirens went by outside - that was unusual.

Reed motioned you all out to the balcony. Johnny led you out, hand on your lower back as you all walked out the glass doors.

“For the last few months,” Reed said, “I’ve been tracking a small number of criminal organizations.”

You peeked over the balcony - there was a police presence all over the city. Your eyes widened in shock.

“A small number, huh?” Ben said.

“47,” Reed said. He pointed out some specific organizations, pointing at different spots in the city. Often left in the dark about these things, you didn’t even realize there were that many in the city.

“You baby proofed the world,” Ben said.

“It’s a sweet gesture,” Sue grabbed Reed’s hand. You agreed - you wouldn’t complain about the city being safer for the babies.

“It’s a thorough gesture,” Ben continued. “But, uh, I like punching.”

“You mean clobbering?” Johnny goaded him.

“No, I mean punching.”

“Hey, what time is it?” he asked as Ben turned to go back inside the house.

“It’s dinner time.”

“You sure it’s not clobbering time?”

“Stop it.”

At that moment, as the five of you were turning to leave, the Four’s alarms began going off. You all turned to see some kind of explosion in the sky - fire and flashing lights. Johnny placed a hand on your shoulder, a silent You better be in this exact spot when I get back, and then he was gone - a creature of flame, taking off into the sky and directly into the heart of the danger.

You grabbed Sue’s hand as he went. “What’s going on?” you asked her weakly, hand protectively over your stomach. She placed a comforting hand on your back, but didn’t turn away from the sky.

“I don’t know,” she said. She turned to you. “But we’ve got to go. I need you to stay here.”

Once again reminded of your uselessness - you could do nothing but nod. What else could you do? Get in the way? Put yourself and your child in danger when there was nothing you could do to help?

You watched on with worry as Reed, Sue, and Ben left the building as quickly as possible, leaving you with Herbie. When they were gone, you watched the commotion through the window - until you ran to the TV and turned it on, wondering if anyone was reporting. You didn’t have to look far.

“Breaking news from Times Square.”

You watched on as a woman - an alien? - stood before the city. You clutched your chest with one hand and protectively held your bump with the other. You could see the Four standing, watching. Seeing Johnny safe sent relief flooding your veins.

“Are you the protectors of this world?”

“Yes, we are,” Sue said, standing with confidence.

“Your planet has been marked for death.”

You barely even processed anything she was saying after that. Marked for death? Fear struck into your very soul.

“I herald your end.”

When Johnny and the others returned, you ran into his arms. He held you tightly - this was his first time facing galactic danger while having a child and you to worry about. He found it made him feel sick, an unfamiliar kind of worry and uncertainty he wasn’t used to.

They all went straight to the lab upon return to the Baxter building - there was no time to waste. The fate of everyone was quite literally in their hands. You joined them, despite feeling like you had nothing to contribute.

Reed was tracking where the herald had been. He found at least five planets, destroyed - and she was at every one. Galactus could and would do exactly what she said.

The herald had spoken to everyone, but she had spoken only to Johnny directly. He was hung up on it - what had she said to him? It was in her native language, but, he thought, there had to be some way to decode it.

After the herald, Johnny became obsessed with solving the message. He was making progress, too - he discovered transmission recordings that were the same language. Whenever Johnny got like this, it was cute. You loved seeing him in his element, even if it meant he had less time for you. The baby prep was done, there was nothing more to do but wait for her to arrive. 

You were relaxing in the bathtub, the hot water soothing your aching muscles, while Johnny was in the bedroom, listening to the recordings. You gave him his space.

Sue walked in as he was working. “Okay. So she spoke to you, yeah? And?”

Johnny played her the recordings. “I don’t know who they are or what they’re saying, but this? This is the same. This is her language.”

Sue looked at her younger brother, impressed. “Okay. Maybe that is something.”

He held up his hand for a high five. “Reed wants to see you in the lab,” she said before slapping his hand.

She didn’t have to tell Johnny twice. He hurried straight there. “You summoned me?”

“I finally knocked it off the list,” Reed said.

Johnny furrowed his brow. “What?”

“The new space suits.”

He turned to see four brand new space suits, all set up and ready to be worn. Johnny was barely even listening to Reed as he examined the suits, then he pulled his brother into a hug. “I take back every single bad thing I’ve been saying about you. To myself. In private.”

Reed didn’t acknowledge the comment. “Are you ready to go back?” he asked.

“Of course,” Johnny said immediately. “I’ve missed it every day.”

“Even if it means leaving your family behind?”

Johnny hesitated. That was true. He thought of you, and your baby girl who would be here so soon - what if he missed the birth entirely? What if you needed him and he wasn’t even on the planet? What if something happened and he wasn’t here to protect you?

“I can see you thinking,” Reed said. “It’s a lot to take in, I know. You’ve been excited to go back, but things are…different now.”

Johnny nodded. Reed was exactly right. It was an unfamiliar feeling for him, to have something here that made Earth a place that was more like a true home. “Can I ask you a question?”

Reed was slightly taken aback. “Of course.”

Johnny sat the suit down and sunk into one of the chairs sitting around the lab. Reed sat across from him - he could tell Johnny had a lot on his mind.

“How are you so calm?” he finally asked his brother in law.

Reed shook his head with a light laugh. “I’m glad you think so, but I certainly don’t feel calm.”

That surprised Johnny. “You don’t?”

“No, of course not,” he said, shaking his head. “Are you kidding? I’ve been panicking for eight months.”

“Seriously?” Johnny asked with a laugh. “You could have fooled me. I’ve been wondering what the hell I’m doing wrong compared to you.”

“You’re not doing anything wrong,” Reed assured him. “You’re going great. I can already see it in you - you’re a dad now.”

That hit Johnny like a shot to the chest. He jerked back in surprise. “What? You think so?”

“I can see it in you clearly,” Reed continued. “You’ve been making the transition since you found out. You take care of both your girls like there’s nothing more precious in the world. You put the crib together yourself - I can’t say I did the same,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, but you were in here building that,” Johnny motioned towards the table you’d laid on countless times by now. “You made that to make sure the babies are safe.”

“I did,” Reed agrees. “Sue would have liked me to build the crib.”

Johnny laughed. He was feeling looser, the longer he sat and talked to Reed. Two soon-to-be fathers. The only other man who knew what Johnny was going through right now.

The atmosphere turned quiet. There was something in the air just waiting to be spoken.

“I’m terrified to leave her,” Johnny finally says. “Both of them. I’m scared out of my mind. What if she goes into labor without me?” The thought made his chest hurt. “You know, I’ve waited so long to go back to space, and now I’m going - have to go back - and here I am, wondering if I really want to.”

“You’ve never had something you cared about like this here.”

That was true, Johnny realized. “Yeah,” he said. “You’re right.” He rubbed his hand over his face. “I don’t…I don’t know how to handle it.”

“There’s no easy way,” Reed said - that wasn’t exactly what Johnny had been hoping to hear. “Being in love is irrational and all consuming.”

Being in love.

It hit him like a ton of bricks. He was in love with you. Yeah, he knew that - but did he know it? You hadn’t been together that long, hadn’t even known each other that long before you got pregnant, all things considered. Now, for the first time, he was struck with the uncontrollable urge to run out and buy a ring, to make you his wife, Mrs. Storm.

He had never had those thoughts about anyone before.

“Johnny?” Reed asked, sensing the emotional turmoil in the other man’s head. “You alright?”

Johnny nodded, distracted. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m alright.”

“What’s going on in there?”

Johnny thought for a moment. Then - “Do you want to go on an errand with me?”

You weren’t completely surprised when you got out of the bath and Johnny was gone. There was a mess around the bedroom, all the transmissions Johnny was going through scattered around the turntable. You didn’t touch them - there was usually a method to his madness.

You went through your post-shower routine, doing your hair and putting lotion on your skin - and Johnny still wasn’t back. That was a little strange. It was late.

You were in your pajamas (an oversized shirt and panties), about to go to bed without Johnny at all, when he came abruptly through the bedroom door. The nervous energy was coming off of him in waves - it was clear there was something going on.

“Baby,” he said, moving straight to sit next to you on the bed. He was dressed in his F4 t-shirt and pants from earlier.

“Johnny?” you said, confused and bleary eyed. You waited for him for so long, you were about ready to pass out for the night. “Where were you?”

He held your hands, his thumb rubbing the back of one of them. “Reed wanted to see me,” he said. “He finished the new suits. We’re going to space, to try to negotiate with Galactus.”

The news both did and didn’t come as a shock. You’d known this was inevitable from the night the herald came, but it hadn’t been set until now. “When?”

“Soon,” he said. “I don’t know. Very soon.”

“I can’t go to space with you?” you asked, only half-joking and looking at him with big sad eyes. “Both of us?” You took his hand and laid it over the bump.

Johnny chuckled, looking affectionately down at where his hand rested. He rubbed circles against your belly. “I wish you could,” he said.

You sat in a comfortable silence for a minute.

“Do you think it’s going to work?” you asked him nervously. “Do you think there’s hope of getting through to this…Galactus? Of saving Earth?”

“I’m not going to let anything happen to anyone,” Johnny said firmly. He looked you directly in the face when he said it, flames flickering in his blue eyes.

You trusted him with your whole heart. You knew if Johnny said he was going to make something happen - or keep it from happening - he was going to keep his word.

“I don’t want you to get hurt,” you said.

“That’s not gonna happen.”

“You don’t know what’s gonna happen,” you reminded him gently. His hand stayed protectively where it sat, while your hand rested on the side of his face. He tilted his head, leaning into your touch, letting you cradle his handsome face.

“I just want to know if the surfboard is part of her body,” he said like he was dead serious, and you burst into laughter.

“Johnny Storm, do you ever take anything seriously?” you teased. 

He smiled, turning his head to place a kiss on your palm. “Just you.”

Your chest felt warm. You could feel your love for Johnny spreading through your body like the very flames that lived within him.

“There was…” Johnny began, but stopped himself. You didn’t interrupt, wanting to know where he was going. “There was something I wanted to say. Or…ask you?”

Your brows furrowed. “What?”

He gave your belly one last caress before he let go. He stood, pulling your weary body to sit on the edge of the bed in front of him. You were confused, but watched him with an anxious excitement anyway.

Johnny looked nervous. You waited as he stood there, gathering his thoughts - you could practically see the steam coming off his head.

Finally, he said your name. “I just…had something to say.”

“Say it,” you encouraged, laughing lightly - nervous.

He smiled softly at you. “Do you know how much I love you?”

The question caught you off guard. “I think so?” you said - because what kind of question was that really?

“I’m in love with you,” Johnny said, looking at you so intensely it nearly took your breath away. “Completely, wholeheartedly, in love with you. I’ve known for a long time, but it didn’t hit me until today, not- not like this. It’s been there, I just never saw it for what it was.”

“Johnny…” you whispered. “What-“

“I needed to say it,” he said. “I know we haven’t been together that long, all things considered - and I knew I love you, I know we’ve been saying it for a while - but it hit me today, hard, like Ben punched me in the chest or something. Like I’d never known anything, nothing has ever made more sense, than how much I love you. Both of you.”

You were in shock, tears welling up in your eyes. The things he was saying were overwhelming, and completely out of nowhere.

“I just had to do this before we leave.”

“Do what-“

You cut yourself off with a gasp as Johnny dropped to his knee in front of you. He reached his right hand into his pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box.

“Johnny-“ you gasped, your hands flying up to cover your mouth, your eyes wide.

“Marry me,” he said, flipping the box open to reveal a beautiful (way too expensive looking) diamond ring. His deep eyes bore into yours, and it’s like he was communicating every ounce of love in his body to you. It left you shaking. “Be my wife. Spend the rest of forever with me- as a family. My family.”

You were so stunned, the words didn’t come right away. Johnny reached forward with his free hand and wiped the tears you hadn’t noticed off your cheeks with his thumb. “Will you marry me?” he asked, softer this time, his eyes almost pleading.

You nodded. Slowly at first, then faster as more tears spilled down your face. You were pretty sure you would be sobbing even without the extra hormones. “Yes. Oh my god. Are you serious? Yes.”

Johnny’s face broke into a huge grin. He took your shaking left hand in his and slid the ring on your finger - a perfect fit. How did he know?

“You have made me,” he began, “the happiest man in the universe.”

You laughed through the tears, wrapping your arms around Johnny and pulling him into you. He hugged you back with just as much love, lifting you with little effort and spinning you in a circle. You couldn’t stop giggling, the joy overflowing from within you.

He wrapped his arm around your lower back and dipped you backwards as he kissed you passionately, something like from one of those romantic movies you used to watch. You cradled his face with both hands while he held you, communicating just how happy you’d made him by the way he kissed you breathless.

When he stood you back up, his arms still wrapped around you, you laid your foreheads together, just looking into each other’s eyes. You could have gotten lost in that sea of blue.

Mrs. Storm had a ring to it.

You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face after the proposal. The ring glittered on your hand like a star plucked directly from the sky, just for you. You knew that’s exactly what Johnny would have done if it were possible.

You waddled out into the kitchen, the pancake craving striking once again. It was a good day - you felt light as air, metaphorically at least. It was a low pain day, the baby didn’t have a foot shoved into your spine, and you had an appetite.

Too busy mixing the batter together, you didn’t hear Sue come in. She startled you a little when she came up next to you, and you both laughed.

“Sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s not your fault,” you said. “I was too preoccupied by the pancakes.”

“Craving?”

“Oh yeah.”

Sue smiled. “It’s been pretzel sticks for me, can you believe that? I probably eat a bag myself every couple of days.”

You laughed - it was relatable. “Sounds like Johnny with his Lucky Charms.”

“That’s what I said!” she smiled. She moved around you, grabbing a couple of plates. “Make me some too, would you?”

“Yeah, of course.” You made a little extra batter, mixing it up well before dumping the first pancakes into the pan.

A few minutes later, you and Sue were both leaning against the counter holding a plate of steaming pancakes doused in syrup. You took the first bite and closed your eyes, an unintentional moan escaping your lips. “God. So good.”

“They are,” Sue said after swallowing her first bite. “You make a mean pancake.”

You chatted lightly with Sue until you’d both finished your plates. She helped you wash them up, then leaned back against the counter. She smoothed  her hand over her belly as she looked at some papers she had brought with her before putting them away.

“Where’s Reed?” you asked, just wanting to break the silence again.

“Lab,” she said. “Working on things for the mission. I was just about to head down to join him.”

You nodded. “Johnny wanted to work on his cars today. I told him go - it’s not like he’ll have much time for them for a little while.”

Sue smiled at you. “You’re really good to him, you know that?”

You were surprised, both by the randomness of the comment and the sentimentality of it. She had never said anything like that to you before.

“You- you think so?” you asked, unsure of what else to say. You certainly weren’t close with Sue - she was older than Johnny, and was usually too busy to sit and chat with you outside of group settings.

“I can see it,” she said. She sighed. “You know, Johnny…after our mother died, I helped raise him. He’s my closest family - he’s important to me. I always wanted to see him find a girl to settle down with, to be happy with…I’m glad he found you. I’m glad it’s you.”

Utterly speechless, you gaped at her, your eyes teary. Hadn’t you done enough crying? When you finally picked your jaw up off the floor and shook yourself out of it, you spoke. “I- thank you. Johnny means everything to me, I- I want to make him happy.”

Sue reached forward and took your hand in hers. She held it under the light, the ring shining, and smiled. “He loves you,” she said. “I know you know this, but…I don’t know if you understand how much without knowing him the way I do.”

Your heart thudded. You thought of Johnny - and how you loved him, too. How he had told you just how much he loved you last night - and showed you after. “I love him too,” you said. “More than anything. Him and the baby.”

“He’s going to be the best dad, you know,” she smiled, dropping your hand. She looked down at your stomach now - you were standing practically bump to bump. 

You felt a strong kick at that moment. You gasped, placing your hand over the spot where you’d felt it - and noticed Sue had done the same thing to her own belly.

“You felt that too?” she asked, her eyebrows raised.

You still felt it. It’s like she was trying to get comfortable in one specific position. You took Sue’s hand in yours and placed it where the movement was for her to feel.

She looked up at you, her expression unreadable. Leaving her hand on your belly, she took your hand with her free one, and pressed it against the same exact spot on her own body. There was nothing from either of you, and then-

A kick. Two kicks. One from each side at the exact same time. Your wide eyes met Sue’s own.

“How interesting…” she finally said as you parted, as if in total awe.

“The cousins are excited to meet each other, it looks like,” you said lightly with an awkward laugh, but even you knew that was bizarre.

“Yeah, must be,” she said - but it was clear her mind was working. A moment later, she seemingly shook it off. “Anyway…that’s what I wanted to say, because I haven’t said it enough. You’re my sister. You’re good for my brother. You make him happy- he loves you, and I love you.”

She pulled you into a hug. “Welcome to the family, officially.”

The day of the launch came upon you faster than you expected. You woke up that morning sick to your stomach, and it had nothing to do with the baby. But you knew this had to be done - they were saving the world.

You had spent the night before wrapped in Johnny’s arms. He’d wanted to make love to you, as he put it, wanted to be as close to you as possible before he left. He didn’t get as much sleep as you would have liked him to before the launch.

Johnny held you on the bottom floor of the Baxter Building, dressed in his spacesuit already with the helmet sitting by his feet. He kissed you with every bit of passion in his body - which was a lot. You were going to miss your fiancè so badly, you didn’t care what anyone thought about the two of you practically making out in front of everyone.

Reed walked by, tapping Johnny on the shoulder to let him know it was time to go. He pulled back, his lips kiss swollen and pink. He grinned at you, but there was sadness behind his eyes. You couldn’t muster up as enthusiastic of a smile.

“Everything is going to be okay,” Johnny said. “You’re going to be fine. Herbie is going to take care of you, you have a whole team-“

“I’m not worried about me,” you cut him off. “I’m worried about you.”

“You don’t have to worry about me,” he said. “We can take care of ourselves, I promise you. We’re going to go fix this mess.” He pulled you back into another lingering kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Johnny,” you said. You rested your hands on his cheeks, the diamond on your finger flashing. Reporters ran over to start taking photos - you knew that would be in the magazines tomorrow. You didn’t pay them any mind. You and Johnny might as well have been the only people in the room.

He placed both hands on your 8 months pregnant stomach, looking down at it. “Please take care of yourself. If anything is weird, tell Herbie and he’ll call your doctors.”

“I got it, Johnny,” you said. You’d been over this countless times in the days leading up to this. “I’ll be careful. I’ll be alright.”

Johnny nodded. Then he knelt down on the ground, surprising you. The camera flashes kept going off as he kissed your bump, still holding it with so much affection it nearly took your breath away - and completely distracted you from how much attention was on the two of you.

“I love you, baby girl,” he said to your belly. “You better stay cookin’ in there for me. Don’t come out until Daddy gets back from space, okay?” She kicked his hand and he smiled.

You giggled. “I think she hears you.”

Johnny stood and wrapped his arms around you again. He pulled you into one final kiss, full of emotion and want. “I’ve gotta go,” he said, once he’d reluctantly parted from you. “Please be safe. I love you. Both of you. I’ll be back as soon as we can manage.”

You nodded, tears brimming in your eyes. “I love you too, Johnny.”

He kissed you on the forehead and then he was picking up his helmet, walking backwards for a little while to look at you as long as he could. He smiled, waved, then turned and joined the others, leaving you alone.

Well, ‘alone’. You were surrounded by people. You joined the crowd, carefully making your way to somewhere you could have a good view.

Johnny, Sue, Reed, and Ben walked the walkway to the spaceship. This was your first time seeing Johnny go to space since you’d been together, and as much as you missed him and didn’t want him to go, it filled you with pride. Your Johnny really was incredible, super powers or not. You held your bump protectively as you watched.

They were being filmed as they made their way onto the elevator. At the top, they walked onto the ship. Johnny paused right before boarding - he looked around until he found a camera. He stared directly into the camera and mouthed your name, with a blown kiss and an emphatic I love you.

The crowd awwed, and you could hardly see Johnny disappearing onto the ship through the tears in your eyes. You rubbed your belly - You see that, little one? Your daddy loves us more than anything.

The countdown began, and your stomach tightened in knots. You knew how dangerous launches and landings could be.

“3…2…1.”

The ship took off, rising into the air. Your heart ached as you watched them go, knowing it would be a long time before you saw Johnny again. You would see him again - you weren’t entertaining any other possibilities.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve had a successful launch.”

You couldn’t believe he was gone, they were really gone. Before you could dwell too much on their absence and how much you would miss every one of them, you turned and let Herbie lead you out of the crowd and back upstairs.

It wasn’t hard to find Galactus, not really. They were able to track the herald straight to him.

Upon arrival, she greeted them on their ship.

“Galactus will see you. All of you…you should not have come.”

Now, standing before Galactus - a giant, possessing more power than they had even pictured - they attempted to negotiate. But some prices are too high to pay.

“I will spare your world,” Galactus said with finality, “in exchange for both the boy and the girl.”

“What?” Sue said, incredulous. “No.”

“Absolutely not,” Johnny said, looking around at the others for validation that they agreed. “No. No way.”

“They are connected. They both possess the power of cosmic, and they together will inherit this cursed throne.”

What?

“They’re just- they’re normal,” Reed lied nervously. “We would know. I tested them myself.”

Galactus leaned in, eyes glowing purple. Sue grabbed her stomach at that moment, groaning in pain. She looked around at the others in a panic - and for once, Johnny’s blood went cold with fear.

“What are you doing to her??” he yelled.

“You won’t have our planet,” Reed said, “and you will never have our children!”

But it was happening. Whatever Galactus had done - Sue was in labor.

The pain came when you were home alone. You’d been in the kitchen, mixing up the batter to make your biggest craving - a chocolate cake. You felt fine, good even - but then a horrible pain stretched across your stomach.

You wrapped your hand around it, holding onto the counter for support as you cried out. Herbie sped into the room, making what you could best describe as concerned beeps.

“Herbie,” you said, your voice strained. “I think- I think something’s wrong. I think we need to call somebody.”

Herbie beeped again, then took off - contacting your medical team, you hoped. The pain was getting worse, coming in fast. You figured you had to be having contractions at least once every two minutes - this was the real deal. And Johnny was gone.

You couldn’t help it - you panicked. You lowered yourself to the floor amidst the pain of another contraction, and you sobbed. You were terrified. Of all the scenarios you’d come up with, doing this alone hadn’t been one of them.

It was only minutes later when a team of medical professionals came bursting into the room - Johnny and Reed had left you with a team ready at a moment’s notice in case of emergencies. It was a coveted position - every medical professional in the city wanted to be involved in the birth of the two newest Fantastic Four members. You didn’t like your child being seen as a spectacle.

You were screaming through another contraction, a white knuckled grip on the side of the counter as it passed through you. The doctors and nurses got to work fast. It was humiliating having a stranger up your skirt, but you had to have a cervical check.

It hurt, but the pain was already everywhere. It was the look on the nurse’s face after she checked you that scared you, though.

“The baby is coming right now,” she said. “We have to do it here.”

Back on the ship, things were progressing. Sue was in the back, laboring in zero gravity. Ben was steering the ship while Johnny and Reed helped.

“Do you think-“ Johnny asked Reed quietly, but he didn’t even have to finish his question.

“She might be,” Reed said seriously. Johnny felt like he might throw up. 

“We need to strap her down,” Reed said, back into action, moving through the ship towards his wife.

“Strapping her down,” Johnny moved to help.

“Do not strap me down!” she yelled, pushing Johnny away - who quickly backed off.

“You need gravity to push,” Reed told her, helping her lay back on the table.

“This is not how it’s supposed to be,” she said, breathing through the pain. Sue was remarkably brave, but right now, she had to admit she was scared.

“I know, but we’re gonna make it work.” Reed helped to hold her down, multitasking while he helped Ben and Johnny, concerned they didn’t have enough fuel to make it home. Their only option was a slingshot maneuver - which they put into action. 

“He’s coming,” Sue announced. “He’s coming.”

Her pants kicked off, it was time to start pushing. She pushed and pushed as the ship made its journey.

Sue became invisible. Reed held her - it was silent. She reappeared, and-

A cry sounded through the air. A tiny little hand raising high - and a beautiful baby boy curled in Ben’s hand. He held him out to Reed, who took the precious little guy in his arms - bringing him to his mother. Sue held her baby boy in her arms, Reed cradled around them both.

Johnny came floating back from the front of the ship. His blue eyes were wide as he saw his nephew for the first time - a perfect baby.

He thought of you. He thought of his daughter. And he prayed you were both okay, that he hadn’t missed the birth. That Galactus didn’t want his daughter or his nephew. That he’d get home and you’d run into his arms, healthy and still pregnant.

But for now, he caressed the chubby cheek of the baby with his index finger, and looked into the exhausted eyes of his sister - one of the strongest women he’d ever known.

Franklin Richards was here.

The only coherent thought you could muster was I wish Johnny was here. It repeated through your head, like a prayer, like the ship might descend that very second and he’d come running to your side if you wished for it hard enough.

But you were on your own, about to give birth on the living room floor without your boyfriend. In a room full of strangers looking at your most intimate parts, Herbie was your only friend. He stood nearby, attempting to be a comfort. It worked somewhat.

“It’s time to push,” the doctor said between your legs. “I need you to push hard on every contraction.”

You nodded. You could do this. You may not have been a superhero, or a genius, but you were strong and you could get through this, with or without Johnny. You felt angry in that moment, angry at Johnny for not being here, angry at him for leaving you, angry at him for getting you pregnant in the first place. It wasn’t rational, but it was there.

At the start of the next contraction, you gritted your teeth and pushed. You pushed with everything you had, the pain shooting through your body like electricity. When you couldn’t take it anymore you let go, falling back against the pillows they had put behind you and breathing heavily.

You’d heard pushing could last for an hour or more sometimes - but that wasn’t the case here. This baby was coming now. Another contraction flared and you pushed down again, screaming though the pain and the pressure.

Three pushes later, and the doctor spoke up excitedly from below. “She’s crowning,” she said. “Just one more good push for me, you’ve got this.”

The next contraction crashed into you and you mustered up every bit of energy in your exhausted, sore body to push as hard as you could. You screamed through it, a deep, primal scream.

The pain was gone. An immense relief left behind, you fell back against the makeshift bed and breathed. You opened your teary eyes, a nurse using a cloth to wipe the sweat off your brow.

Then you heard it. A cry. Your heart stopped in your chest as the doctor handed the bundle to you.

You took it, pushing the blanket down below her little chin to see her full face. She was gorgeous. Johnny’s little twin for sure. She opened her blue eyes and looked up at you - you swore you had never felt love in your life like you did in that moment.

Celeste Storm was here.

Early days with Celeste were difficult, yet blissful. You only wished for Johnny, that he could be there to experience it with you (and help a bit). Herbie was a great help, essentially waiting on you hand and foot while you recovered.

It has been a month since the births when the ship descended back home.

Johnny had been in a perpetual state of anxiety since Galactus. He was worried sick about you, to the point that Reed, Sue, and Ben were worried about him.

His stomach was in knots as they descended, and not just from the motion of the spacecraft. As they landed, he could see the crowd running to greet them, and he wondered where you were amongst it. You had to be here, right?

People were running from all over the city to see their return. There was no way you weren’t part of it. His eyes scanned the crowd who still looked like ants, as if he could see you from this distance.

“She’s okay,” Sue assured Johnny, placing her hand on his arm while the other cradled baby Franklin. “She’s a strong girl. She’s okay.”

Johnny just nodded. He wanted to believe his sister, because he wanted that to be true more than anything.

They rode the elevator down together. He had never been so quiet before - his mind was running too quickly to speak. Reed patted him on the back from behind him.

When the elevator landed, they could hear the deafening cheers. Ben walked off first, then Johnny, who scanned the crowd immediately. He didn’t see you - but maybe you were waiting inside where they would stop to speak? Yeah, that made sense.

Reed and Sue were behind him with Franklin, and the crowd went crazy the second they saw them. They smiled politely at the crowd, Sue holding the baby close to her chest while Reed had his arm around her.

They were led into the Baxter Building where the press were waiting. They mobbed them, and Johnny was so overwhelmed by the flashing lights, yelling voices, and no sight of you even in here, that he started to feel panicked.

“Give them space!”

“They’re ready for you,” Reed was told, with a gesture towards the podium. None of them wanted to speak. There was no good news to share. All Johnny wanted to do was see his fiancée.

Reed took the podium, glancing back over his shoulder at the rest of the team. Johnny continued scanning the crowd, not seeing a single sight of you. He was feeling more sick by the second. Where were you? It wasn’t like you to miss this. What if something had happened to you while he was gone and no one told him?

Something was wrong.

“I’m sorry we don’t have a prepared statement,” Reed said, sparking unrest in the crowd. Everyone raised their hand for a question.

“Welcome back,” one of the reporters said. “Can you walk us through how you defeated Galactus?”

It was silent.

“Um…” Reed said, looking back to Johnny and Ben for some kind of help.

“We didn’t,” Ben said simply.

“Not…yet!” Johnny said, with little enthusiasm. “Not yet, we didn’t.”

The crowd murmured. This wasn’t going well.

“What do you mean you didn’t?”

“We attempted to negotiate,” Reed said. “But Galactus…he asked too high a price.”

“Well, what does he want?” “What did he ask?”

Reed felt sick. Johnny really thought he might be. They exchanged a look - fear, in both of their eyes. Would this put a target on their backs? On their children’s backs? Reed looked back out into the crowd.

“He asked for our children,” he said, gesturing to Sue and Johnny. Sue stood behind, holding Franklin protectively as more worry spread through the crowd. “He said give us both children, and I will spare the Earth.” A murmur rose in the crowd. “We said no, obviously. We said no.”

Everyone started speaking at once.

“You said no?”

“Would giving Galactus the children save us?”

Done with this and with fire burning beneath Johnny’s skin, the four turned to leave.

“Wait, just answer this, answer this!” someone called. They stopped and turned. “Are we safe?”

“Are we safe?” Reed repeated. “I don’t know.”

The crowd began speaking at once again, upset. Ben waved Reed off and they left the room, the reporters yelling after them.

“She wasn’t there,” Johnny said to the others once they were safely on the elevator. “She wasn’t…there.”

“She’s probably in the house,” Sue said gently. “Maybe she isn’t feeling well, or couldn’t come down in time. Herbie has her.”

Johnny nodded, but he didn’t feel much better. 

With the spacesuit stripped off, he was left in his F4 t-shirt and sweatpants. When the elevator doors opened to the house, Johnny rushed in, looking for any sign of you.

It didn’t take him long.

You sat on the couch, a blanket wrapped around your lap. The TV was on to the news broadcast of the landing. You looked up at him and the others as they entered, a teary smile on your face.

“Johnny,” you said, your voice thick with emotion.

But it was the bundle in your arms that stopped him short. Slowly, cautiously, almost like he was scared, he approached you.

And he fell to his knees.

The baby girl in your arms opened her blue eyes and peered over at him. She was beautiful - more beautiful than he ever could have pictured. Perfection. He reached out a shaking hand and laid it on her, like he couldn’t believe she was real.

“…Oh my god,” he said.

Totally forgotten by him, Reed, Sue, and Ben stood behind, watching the moment. Johnny leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the baby’s head, before looking up at you with wonder in his eyes.

“She’s here,” he said, like he was trying to wrap his mind around it. Saying it didn’t make it feel any more real - he felt like he was dreaming.

“She was born about a month ago,” you said gently, softly running your fingers over the baby’s fine hair. “Shortly after you left.”

“A month?” Johnny asked. He turned to look at the others - who seemed to be thinking the same thing he was. Galactus.

Turning back to you, Johnny rested a hand on the side of your face and pulled you into a gentle kiss. Then he was focused on the child again, his child, his baby girl. He was in awe.

“She’s beautiful,” he said, his fingertips just barely trailing over her smooth skin. She shifted, reached a little hand up, and wrapped her fingers around one of Johnny’s. His heart stuttered, and he choked out the quietest sob.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, looking up at you. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know, I- if I had known this would happen I wouldn’t have left you, I swear.”

“It’s okay, Johnny,” you said softly. You ran your fingers through his blonde hair. “You couldn’t have known.”

He laid his head against you, gazing down at his daughter. She really was incredible - he’d gotten to see her the one time, but it was nothing like this. It was nothing like seeing his child, here, earthside.

“Do you want to hold her?” you asked him. It seemed like he was too stunned to ask himself.

He looked at you with his blue eyes wide. “Really?”

You laughed. “Johnny, she’s your daughter.”

He nodded. Yeah, she was. And he could do this. You lifted her towards him and he slowly reached out, taking the bundle from your arms. The transfer was so slow and careful, and once he had her he cradled her close to his chest. Johnny held her, his strong arms now so delicate with his baby girl. A single tear trailed down his cheek.

They gazed at each other, both mesmerized by the other. Celeste cooed softly, making her little baby noises, and Johnny’s heart cracked. Oh, she had him wrapped around her little finger from day one.

“Hi, baby girl,” he said quietly, only for her. “I’m…I’m your daddy. I can’t believe you’re here. I’ve been so excited to meet you.”

Celeste cooed again, her little arms moving jerkily, still not used to moving her own body. She looked all around, but kept returning to Johnny’s face. She reached up and touched his nose, and he chuckled.

He was a natural with her. He looked back over his shoulder at the others finally, who all looked like they might also cry. He waved them over. They approached the three of you, peering down at the baby.

“Oh, she’s perfect,” Sue said.

“Nice job,” Reed said, patting Johnny on the shoulder with a brotherly smile.

“Hi there,” Ben said, looking down at her. She gave him the biggest smile that he couldn’t help but return.

But baby Franklin was watching her closely. Johnny turned her so she could see her cousin, and the babies reached for one another. Sue and Johnny held them closer as they reached for each other, fingers brushing together. Like they had a connection of some kind, drawn together.

“Interesting,” Reed mumbled. He would need to run some tests - there was a link here, and he needed to find out what it was.

After the tearful reunion, everyone returned to their own quarters. They were all exhausted and relieved to be back home. Johnny sat on the bed, holding baby Celeste while she slept. You moved throughout the room, gathering pajamas and a clean diaper.

“The surfboard is not part of her body, by the way,” Johnny said randomly.

You laughed - “What?”

“I just needed to know! I was curious.”

You smiled as you moved back over to the bed. “Well, I’m glad you found out,” you said. Johnny chuckled.

He told you all about their trip while he helped you change Celeste and put her to bed. He told you everything - the flight, seeing Galactus, chasing the herald and running away. Galactus wanting the babies - which you’d heard on the broadcast. It worried you sick, but he promised there was nothing to worry about.

He wouldn’t let anyone touch a single hair on Celeste or Franklin’s heads, that was for sure.

In the days after their return, everyone was hard at work trying to figure out what was to be done about Galactus. Johnny didn’t want you and Celeste out of his sight, so you spent a lot of time sitting in Reed’s lab with the baby girl on your lap, or doing tummy time on the floor with Franklin.

The truth was, they didn’t know what to do. Giving the children to Galactus was completely off the table, obviously, but so was putting Earth in danger. They suggested blowing the ship up, and running, but neither would work. There had to be something to be figured out. You just wished you could be more help.

“Reed, you wanna take us through what you have?” Sue asked.

“What I have?” he turned. “What I have is nothing.”

“Nothing? Did you say nothing?” Johnny asked. He glanced at you where you sat feeding Celeste.

“I have the samples from Galactus’ ship,” Reed said, handing out some papers for you all to see. “All evidence suggests he predates our universe, our reality. You could take 10 years to understand his composition, let alone his existence.”

“So you’re talking about a god?” Sue asked.

“I’m talking about something beyond our experience. An unknowable life, who imagines Franklin and Celeste as his successors in possessing some kind of cosmic power.”

“That can’t be true, right?” Ben asked, looking at the others. “You ran all those tests.”

“I have, but I don’t know what can or can not be. I’m not sure of anything.” He was getting frustrated. “Celeste has the X-gene, Franklin does not - at least, not that I saw.” He turned, walking back to the chalkboard. “I have nothing. I have nothing!”

You had never known Reed to have nothing. The idea scared you more than you wanted to admit. No one had anything, no one knew how to keep the babies and Earth safe.

Since the trip, Johnny had spent every moment he wasn’t with Celeste hard at work trying to decode the herald’s language. He knew that could give them answers, and that’s what they needed more than anything.

You spent your days caring for Celeste while the Four were hard at work. Johnny spent as much time as he could with the two of you, and it killed him to be away from her, but you both knew the fate of the world hung in the balance.

Reed ran seemingly endless tests on both Franklin and Celeste. No new answers were coming forth.

“It’s getting bad out there,” Ben said one night as the family was in the living room together. Johnny held Celeste, who was wearing a little Flame on! onesie. Ben turned the TV on.

“It seems to me they have no plan for Galactus,” some idiot on a talk show was saying. “We as a society have to reckon with the idea that the Fantastic Four could save us today, but they choose not to. The idea is simple - Reed Richards and Sue Storm, and Johnny Storm and that girl of his, hand over their babies and we all live.”

Sue blew the TV up. No one had a problem with that. Out on the balcony, there was a mob visible right outside the front doors.

“Give us the babies!”

“They’re scared,” Reed said.

“Who isn’t scared?” Johnny asked. He pointed with his thumb over his shoulder as he patted a sleeping Celeste on his chest. “That…is scary.”

Everyone was stressed. The discussion was constantly going in circles, no one coming up with anything new.

“Right now we don’t have a workable plan, and the clock is ticking. So their plan looks good. It’s…available,” Reed said.

“What are you saying?” Sue asked.

“I’m not…saying anything.”

The baby monitor lit up as Franklin started crying. Sue left to go attend to him, Reed following behind her. You were left at the table sitting silently with Johnny and Ben.

“Let me take her,” you said gently, taking Celeste from Johnny’s arms. He let you take her, although he was reluctant to let her go. He never felt like she was properly safe unless she was in his arms.

You were in the kitchen, making yourself busy, when Sue approached you with Franklin in her arms. 

“Come with me,” she said.

The mob outside was angry. They held anti-F4 signs, yelled horrible things, demanding the babies. 

And you followed Sue through the crowd, Celeste clutched tightly to your chest and Franklin to hers. You knew Sue wouldn’t let anything happen to any of you. Everyone stared as you walked through, making it to the middle where you stood together.

The crowd looked at the two of you expectantly. You weren’t sure where Sue was going with this, but you trusted her.

“I wanted to introduce you to someone,” she began. “This is our son, Franklin. And this is his cousin, Celeste. There’s been a lot of talk about both of them.” She stopped to compose herself. “Most of you know me. You know my story. When Johnny and I were kids, our parents were in a car crash. Our dad was driving, and he lived, but our mom didn’t. I know what it’s like to be a part of a family that was torn apart. Our dad wasn’t always a great father, but he wanted to be. He did his best. He wanted us to be together because that’s what a family is. It’s about fighting for something bigger than yourself. It’s about connecting to something bigger than yourself.”

Celeste wiggled in your arms. You and Sue both turned, seeing Johnny, Reed, and Ben coming out behind you. You smiled tearfully at Johnny - and he looked at you like he was proud.

“It’s about having something bigger than yourself,” Sue continued. “And the four of us already do because we have you. You know, our mom always used to say, Susie, for you, I would move heaven and earth. And we would do that for you. We will not sacrifice our children for this world. But we will not sacrifice this world for our children. We will face this together. We will fight this together. And we will defeat this together. As a family.”

The crowd clapped, and you wiped a tear away. Sue’s speech had been beautiful, and it seemed to have gotten through to everyone. You were filled with relief for Celeste - you’d barely slept an hour since the public turned on you all, terrified someone would manage to break in.

As soon as he could, Johnny had his arms back on you, leading you back inside. 

“That was amazing,” he said, “and so, so reckless.”

“But it worked?” you offered. He smiled at you, leaning down and kissing you.

“Yeah. Looks like it did.”

You were walking back to the elevator as a family when Reed spoke up.

“Archimedes,” he said. You all turned. “The law of levers. Give me a lever and a place to stand and I will move the earth. We are going to move heaven and earth.”

That was something. You took a step closer to him.

“Well, just earth,” he continued. “Sue…you solved it. We are going to move earth to a place that Galactus will never find us.”

With an idea, plans were underway. It would take the cooperation of the entire globe to pull off - but they thought it could work.

You spent as much time with Johnny and Celeste as you could. He was an incredible dad, truly. He spent most of his time preparing to put the plan into action, but his favorite time of the day was when he could relax in bed with you.

He laid back, Celeste sleeping on his shirtless chest. He was drowsy himself, his eyes half lidded as he slowly rubbed her back. Fresh out of your shower, you joined him on the bed.

“Ready for me to put her in bed?” you asked him gently.

He cracked an eye open to look at you. “Not just yet. I wanna hold her a little longer.”

You smiled. “Okay.” You laid down on the bed next to him. You looked at the clock just in time to see it strike 8pm, and all the power went out. The global power curfew was in effect to conserve what the bridges would require.

In the dark, you laid your tired head on Johnny’s shoulder. He felt content for the first time in a long time - his family together, a plan in motion. Hope for the future.

He may not know how things were going to turn out, or who Celeste would grow up to be. But he knew as long as he was with his family - they would be okay.

He would make sure of it.

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Your Johnny sex pollen fic has me feral. Amazing world building! I can just imagine the aftermath like Sue and Reed rushing in with an antidote and rushing out traumatized😭

No because they totally walk in like this 😭 (the fire is accurate)

Buuut if you really ask me, it would be like this: They definitely created an antidote a couple of hours later, and Sue was really proud because they found a sex pollen cure, yay science!

But hear me out, they DON’T even make it to the lab, because they can hear everything from the hallway. So they halt. Because Johnny is cheering and being too loud about something you’re doing. Whatever it is that you’re doing.

And they go “Nope! Nope Nope. Let’s back the fuck off 😀”

Definitely traumatized. Scarred for life.

And Sue, bless her soul, “I’m never stepping a foot again in that lab. Burning it down.”

And that’s a wrap! lmao.

Thank you so much!! Glad you enjoyed it 🥰

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Johnny Storm fanfics are 1000X better when they have little technology.

Is this just me realizing Retro Futurism is my fav aesthetic? Yes.

They have robots like H.E.R.B.I.E. but they still have tiny tv screens and read newspapers and use chalkboards and have pagers and real books and put their space sounds on vinyl records.

Like? Oh but they have flame resistant clothes that don’t burn when Johnny uses his powers like he’s the sun incarnate.

IT’S SO GOOD.

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Girlhood is a spectrum of two blonds who are both hotheaded, have questionable morals and are both called John

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jo-jo

pairing: johnny storm x reader

synopsis: johnny and y/n babysit franklin for the weekend. chaos, cuddles, and a glimpse at the future they both want.

It started with a phone call and a diaper bag.

Reed had explained, in his usual hyper-logical, overly detailed fashion, that he and Sue were finally—finally—going on their long-postponed couples weekend. Somewhere with minimal interference from unstable molecules and definitely no alien portals. Somewhere sunny and slow. Somewhere without Franklin.

“I packed four types of sunscreen,” Sue had added quickly over speakerphone. “He just started this weird nap schedule and he likes Daniel Tiger more than Bluey now—don’t mix them up or he’ll cry.”

Johnny had given a mock salute through the phone, arm draped lazily around your shoulder as you leaned into his bare chest on the couch. “Copy that, Cap’n. No Bluey. No fires. Baby safe. Marriage intact.”

“We’re not worried,” Reed had replied, even as his voice cracked slightly. “Well. Not that worried.”

Now, standing in the middle of the Baxter Building's penthouse kitchen, you were holding a squirming, wiggly two-year-old Franklin Richards against your hip like it was second nature. He was sticky-fingered and all cheeks and curls and absolutely attached to your left arm.

And Johnny Storm was watching you like you’d just hung the stars.

You caught him staring while you blew gently on a too-hot spoonful of oatmeal before guiding it toward Franklin’s waiting mouth. His eyes softened in that rare, heart-melting way that always got you—the Johnny Storm everyone thought was all fire and flirt and bravado, but who looked at you like you were his whole sky.

“What?” you asked, smiling around a mouthful of apple slices you were sneakily feeding yourself.

“Nothing,” Johnny said. “You just look good like this.”

“Like what?”

He nodded toward Franklin, who was now happily babbling between bites. “Like… momming.”

You snorted. “Momming is not a verb, Johnny.”

“Sure it is.” He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, shirt slightly wrinkled like he’d gotten dressed in a hurry after Franklin’s early wake-up call. His hair was slightly tousled and his grin was stupidly fond. “You're so good at it.”

Your cheeks warmed. “He’s two. He eats glue and sings about potty training. It’s not exactly rocket science.”

Johnny walked over, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Still. I mean… just sayin’.”

“Say it,” you teased.

He kissed your cheek. “You’re gonna be the best mom one day.”

You stilled.

He said it like a casual prophecy, like it had always been true. Your chest fluttered in a way that had nothing to do with the oatmeal or the scent of baby wipes and everything to do with the man behind you.

You turned your head to kiss him softly, just a brush of lips. “Only if you’re the dad.”

“Deal.”

Franklin, not one to be left out of any attention, squealed loudly. “Jo-Jo kiss!”

“Jo-Jo?” Johnny said, pulling back. “Since when am I Jo-Jo?”

“Since this morning,” you said, laughing as Franklin tried to climb you like a tree. “Get used to it, Jo-Jo.”

By noon, your apartment looked like a toddler tornado had touched down and never left.

Franklin’s nap had lasted exactly seventeen minutes, during which you and Johnny had stared at each other across the couch like soldiers in a war zone.

“Is it always that short?” Johnny whispered.

You shrugged, sipping coffee that had long gone cold. “Sometimes it’s shorter.”

The moment he’d stirred, Johnny had sprung up. “I got him!”

You heard giggling and the patter of feet, followed by your husband’s dramatic gasp. “Franklin Richards, are you in my sock drawer again?”

“Rocket!” came the shrieked reply.

He ran down the hall with one of Johnny’s red racing socks on his head like a crown.

“Aw, c’mon, man. That’s a limited edition!”

You tried not to laugh too hard as Johnny chased him, lifting Franklin upside down and spinning him in a circle until his giggles turned breathless.

You watched them from the kitchen doorway, hands on your hips.

Johnny caught your eye mid-spin, smiling like this was exactly where he was meant to be.

You were painting.

Correction: Franklin was painting. You were managing damage control.

He had two plastic smocks on, paintbrushes in both fists, and the table covered with a giant roll of brown craft paper. Johnny had even drawn flames on the edges, dramatically announcing it was “THE CANVAS OF DESTINY.”

“He has more paint on his face than the paper,” you observed, wiping a green smear off Franklin’s cheek.

Johnny crouched beside him. “That’s how you know he’s a real artist. Full-body expression.”

“I’m making mommy,” Franklin declared proudly, holding up a blob of swirly dark colors with a giant heart in the middle.

Your chest squeezed. “That’s me?”

“And daddy,” he added, pointing to a stick figure beside it. “Daddy’s loud.”

Johnny laughed. “Loud? What do you mean loud?”

Franklin just screamed in response.

Johnny turned to you. “I’ve never felt more seen.”

You giggled, crouching to kiss Franklin’s forehead. “It’s beautiful, baby. We’ll put it on the fridge.”

Johnny leaned in close again, brushing a speck of dried blue from your temple. “He thinks of us like his.”

“Maybe he always has,” you whispered.

There was a pause, one of those heavy silences that wasn’t sad—just full. Full of wonder. Full of maybe. Full of yes.

“I like it,” Johnny said finally. “The whole… parenthood preview.”

“You haven’t even changed a diaper yet,” you teased.

Johnny grinned. “Then I guess it’s time to check that off.”

It went… terribly.

Johnny had gloves, goggles, and a nose clip. You leaned against the doorway watching as Franklin kicked his legs in the air and laughed like it was the funniest show on Earth.

“You sure you got this?” you asked, hiding a smirk.

“I’m a superhero, baby. I fight aliens. I can handle—OH GOD IT’S EVERYWHERE—”

You doubled over laughing as he panicked, reaching for a wipe and somehow managing to get poop on his forearm.

“Why is it on my elbow? How did it migrate?!” he yelled.

Franklin was howling with laughter now, grabbing at Johnny’s hair.

Johnny looked up, defeated, wild-haired and slightly green. “I want it on record I’m doing this out of love.”

You winked. “Duly noted, Jo-Jo.”

That night, after bath time, story time, and three renditions of “Twinkle Twinkle,” Franklin was finally asleep in the guest room crib.

You and Johnny collapsed on the couch, your head on his chest, his arm around your shoulders, both of you smelling faintly of baby lotion and goldfish crackers.

“I’m exhausted,” you murmured.

“I’m in awe of Sue,” he said.

“Right?”

There was a beat of silence, the soft hum of the city beyond your windows.

“I really meant it, you know,” Johnny said suddenly, voice low. “You’d be the best mom.”

You looked up at him. “And you’d be the best dad.”

He reached over, brushing your hair back, fingers soft against your skin.

“We’d be good at it,” he said.

“We’d be chaos.”

“Sure. But cute chaos. Diapers and fruit snacks and tiny shoes.”

“And a Jo-Jo that changes poop with a hazmat suit.”

He laughed, pulling you closer. “I love you so much it scares me sometimes.”

You leaned up, kissing him slow. “I know. Me too.”

“I want that with you someday,” he whispered. “Kids. All of it.”

Your heart felt like it might explode.

“Then we’ll have it.”

Outside the door, a soft cry started up again.

Johnny groaned dramatically. “Round four?”

You smiled, already getting up. “He likes you best. Go show him the flaming nightlight trick.”

Johnny grinned, grabbing your hand. “Only for you, Mrs. Storm.”

Later, when Franklin was asleep again, and you and Johnny lay in bed tangled together, he whispered into your neck:

“Let’s have one. One day.”

You turned to face him in the dark, eyes meeting, fingers laced.

“One day soon,” you whispered back.

And that night, you both dreamed of the same future.

One full of little feet on tile floors, paint on walls, and a thousand mornings just like this one—messy and soft and full of laughter.

And love. So much love, it lit up the dark like fire.

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Haiii! May I ask for a Johnny x f!reader smut with a praise kink (maybe for both of them) annnnd maybe something with gentle mirror sex if that’s possible? Thanks, have a good day/night!

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warnings: smut minor dni, fem!reader, nipple play, fingering, oral (m receiving), praise kink, mirror sex, fluff at end

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Through the Glass

It starts like most nights with Johnny — a movie playing in the background, a bowl of popcorn between you, and his arm casually draped over the back of the couch like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Except… it’s not casual at all. You know him too well. His fingers brush your bare shoulder every few seconds, his thumb tracing lazy lines over your skin like he’s memorizing it. And when you shift to get more comfortable, his hand settles on your thigh, warm and steady, thumb pressing into the muscle there.

“Comfy?” he asks, glancing down at you with that lopsided grin that says he already knows the answer.

You hum in acknowledgment, but your pulse skips when his thumb slides just a little higher.

It’s innocent enough — you’ve been here before — but there’s something different about the way he’s looking at you tonight. His gaze keeps flicking from your face to your body and back again, like he’s turning over an idea in his head.

“You know,” he says suddenly, voice low but with a hint of amusement, “I think you’re unfairly hot.”

You snort, trying to brush it off. “Unfairly?”

“Yeah,” he says, eyes sparkling now as he shifts closer. “Like… it should be illegal for you to look the way you do when you have no idea how gorgeous you are.”

Your cheeks warm instantly. “Johnny…”

“I’m serious,” he interrupts, leaning in until his mouth is a breath away from your ear. “Drives me crazy that you don’t see it.”

Before you can answer, he’s plucking the remote from your lap and clicking the TV off. “C’mere,” he says simply, standing and holding out his hand.

You raise an eyebrow but take it anyway, letting him pull you up. He leads you down the short hall toward his bedroom, not in a rush but with that quiet confidence that says he knows exactly what he’s doing.

When you step inside, you notice the mirror first. It’s taller than you remembered, angled so it reflects the bed perfectly.

“Johnny—”

“Shh,” he murmurs, tugging you toward it. “Just… trust me, baby.”

You find yourself standing in front of it, his hands on your hips as he presses his chest to your back. The heat of him seeps into your skin, and the faint scent of his cologne wraps around you.

“Have you ever really looked at yourself like this?” he asks softly, his reflection meeting your eyes in the glass.

Your instinct is to look away, but his hands slide up your stomach, anchoring you there. “No hiding,” he whispers, brushing your hair to one side so he can kiss the curve of your neck.

His hands are slow, deliberate — tracing every line of your body through your clothes. When he reaches the hem of your shirt, he pauses, catching your gaze in the mirror again.

“Can I?”

You nod, breath shallow, and he peels the fabric over your head, dropping it to the floor. His palms smooth over your bare shoulders, down your arms, then up to cup your breasts through your bra.

“God,” he breathes, his eyes roaming your reflection. “Look at you. You’re perfect.”

You almost laugh it off, but he’s serious — his voice lower now, rough with something you can feel in your chest. “You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart.”

He kisses your shoulder again, fingers sliding down to the waistband of your shorts. “These too,” he murmurs, easing them down your legs until you’re standing there in your bra and panties, feeling both exposed and cherished under his gaze.

“Johnny…”

“Mmh, I know,” he soothes, his thumbs brushing your hips. “Feels different when you see it, huh? You’re beautiful, baby. The way your body moves, the way you breathe… everything about you makes me want to get on my knees.”

You shiver at that, and he grins — the kind that says he’s not bluffing. He turns you slightly so you’re facing him in the reflection, his hands never leaving your body.

“Wanna know my favorite thing?” he asks, sliding his palms up to cup your breasts again, thumbs teasing over your nipples through the lace. “It’s how responsive you are. How I can touch you here—” He gives a gentle squeeze. “—and watch your whole body react. Drives me fucking insane.”

Your breath catches when he leans in to kiss the side of your throat, his eyes still locked on yours in the mirror. “I want you to see what I see,” he murmurs, his voice nothing but heat and sincerity. “Every gasp, every shiver, every little thing that makes you mine.”

And that’s when his hands start to wander lower…

His hands trail lower, skimming over the softness of your stomach, your hips, then down between your thighs. His touch is warm, sure, and when his fingers graze over the damp spot in your panties, you see it in the mirror — the way your lips part, the faint tremor in your legs.

Johnny’s gaze catches yours in the reflection, and his grin turns downright sinful. “See that? You’re already so wet for me. God, you have no idea what that does to me, baby.”

Your breath hitches as he hooks his thumbs into your panties and eases them down, letting them pool at your feet. He steps back just enough to take you in — all of you, flushed and bare in the warm glow of his bedroom.

“Fuck,” he mutters, almost to himself. “You’re gorgeous. My perfect girl.”

Before you can say anything, he’s pulling you back against him, his cock — already hard — pressing against your ass through his jeans. His right hand slides back between your thighs, fingers parting you with deliberate care.

The first slow drag of his fingers over your slick folds makes you whimper, and he eats up the sound like it’s his favorite thing in the world. “That’s it, sweetheart. Don’t look away. Watch how perfect you are when I touch you.”

You do — you watch as his fingers work you open, one sliding inside, then two, curling just right. Your body arches into him, your hips rolling instinctively to meet every slow thrust of his hand.

“That’s my girl,” he breathes into your ear, his eyes on yours in the mirror. “So good for me. So pretty when you take what I give you.”

Your legs are trembling by the time he pulls his fingers free, your body already aching for more. He turns you slightly, his hands guiding you forward until your palms are braced against the mirror, your reflection laid out before you.

He steps back just enough to unbutton his jeans, shoving them and his boxers down in one impatient move. When he comes up behind you again, the heat of him makes you gasp.

“Ready for me?” he asks, but his voice is low, thick — like he already knows the answer.

“Yes,” you breathe, and his smile is soft but hungry.

He lines himself up and pushes in slow, letting you feel every inch, his gaze locked on yours in the mirror. Your mouth falls open, the stretch making your knees wobble, and his hands come to your hips, holding you steady.

“Fuck… look at that,” he murmurs. “Taking me so well. You’re perfect, baby.”

His thrusts start slow, deep, his hips rolling into you like he’s savoring the feel. One hand slides up to cup your breast again, his thumb brushing over your nipple while the other rubs your clit in slow, steady circles.

The mix of sensations, the intimacy of seeing it all play out in the mirror, makes your head spin. You can hear yourself moaning, can see the way your body moves with his, can watch every tiny expression he makes behind you.

“That’s it, baby,” he urges when he feels you start to tighten around him. “You’re doing so good. My perfect girl. Look at yourself — look how beautiful you are when you’re about to cum for me.”

The words push you over the edge — your climax ripping through you hard, your body clenching around him as you cry out his name. Johnny groans low in your ear, fucking you through it before stilling, his forehead pressing to the back of your neck as he spills into you with a shudder.

For a moment, there’s only the sound of your breathing, both of you warm and flushed in the soft light. He stays close, still buried inside you, his arms sliding around your waist to pull you back against his chest.

In the mirror, you see the way he kisses your temple, the way his hands roam your body like he’s grounding himself in the fact that you’re here.

“See that?” he murmurs, his lips brushing your hairline. “Told you, baby. You’re perfect.”

You’re still catching your breath when Johnny eases out of you, pressing a soft kiss between your shoulder blades. His hands are gentle as they smooth down your sides, like he’s reluctant to let go even for a moment.

But when you glance at the mirror again — at the way his flushed chest rises and falls, at the messy hair falling into his eyes, at the lazy satisfaction on his face — something tugs at you.

You turn in his arms, sliding your palms over his stomach, feeling the heat of his skin under your fingertips. His brows lift, curious.

“What’re you doing, sweetheart?” His voice is warm but edged with amusement, the kind he gets when he knows you’re up to something.

You smile — small, slow, almost shy — and trail your hand lower until you wrap it around him. He’s already half-hard again, twitching in your grip, and the way his eyes flicker tells you he feels the spark too.

“You’ve been looking at me all night,” you murmur, stepping closer until your chest brushes his. “Think it’s your turn.”

His mouth curves into that cocky little smirk — but there’s a softness in it too, like you just flipped the script on him in the best way. “Oh, yeah?”

“Mm-hm.” You push gently until he sits down at the edge of the bed, right where the mirror catches every angle. You kneel between his legs, running your hands up his thighs, watching his eyes darken as he realizes exactly where this is going.

“Eyes on the mirror, Johnny,” you tell him, your tone just enough of a command to make his breath hitch. “I want you to see what I see.”

His gaze locks on the reflection instantly, and you follow it — the two of you framed perfectly. His broad shoulders loose against the headboard, his flushed chest rising and falling faster now, the way his cock stands proud between you, thick and flushed at the tip.

You wrap your fingers around him and stroke slowly, savoring the way his mouth parts. “God, you’re beautiful,” you say softly, meaning it. “You know that? Prettiest man I’ve ever seen.”

He laughs under his breath, a little flustered despite himself. “Prettiest? Thought that was your title, baby.”

“Not tonight,” you murmur, leaning in to kiss the head of his cock before licking a slow stripe down the underside. “Tonight it’s all you.”

The sound he makes is low and ragged, and you see in the mirror how his head tips back briefly before his eyes drag back down to watch.

“That’s it,” you praise, taking him into your mouth inch by inch, slow enough that your lips stretch around him. “Just like that… watch how good you look when you’re falling apart for me.”

His hand comes to the back of your head, not pushing, just resting there like he needs the contact. His knuckles brush your hair as you bob your head, hollowing your cheeks, twisting your wrist at the base.

“You’re so good at this,” he groans, but you cut him off with a smirk, pulling off just far enough to stroke him while you meet his gaze in the mirror.

“Mm-mm. No, baby. Tonight you get the praise.” You lean in again, kissing the head, tasting the bead of pre-come there before sucking it into your mouth. “You’re perfect. Strong. Gorgeous. My Johnny.”

His thighs tense under your palms when you take him deeper this time, the tip nudging the back of your throat. His jaw goes tight, but his eyes never leave the mirror. He’s watching you — your lips stretched around him, the way your eyes go soft every time you look up at him.

You pull back slow, letting your tongue drag along the underside, and wrap your hand around him again. “You have no idea how much I love making you feel good,” you murmur, kissing along the length. “I could spend hours right here, just worshiping you.”

“Fuck, baby…” His voice is a rasp now, his hips twitching despite himself.

You smile, loving that you can unravel him just as much as he does you. You take him back into your mouth, keeping it slow, wet, and deliberate — letting every glide of your lips, every swirl of your tongue, every squeeze of your fingers tell him exactly how much you mean it.

In the mirror, you see the exact moment his control starts to fray — the flush climbing his chest, the way his abs tighten, the desperate focus in his eyes.

“That’s it, Johnny,” you breathe when you pull off for just a second, stroking him fast now. “Cum for me. Let me see how perfect you look when you let go.”

The groan that rips out of him is low and broken as he spills over your hand and lips, his head tipping back for a moment before his gaze snaps down again, catching the image in the mirror — you kneeling between his thighs, still stroking him gently, mouth swollen and slick, your smile soft and adoring.

You lick him clean with unhurried care, pressing a kiss to the inside of his thigh before looking up at him in the reflection. “Told you,” you murmur, climbing into his lap so you can press your mouth to his. “Prettiest man I’ve ever seen.”

Johnny’s breathing is still uneven when you crawl into his lap, the heat of him seeping into your skin as you settle against his chest. He’s loose-limbed now, muscles warm and heavy under your touch, but his hands still find their way to your hips like they’re magnetized there.

The mirror catches everything — the way his chin rests against the top of your head, the lazy smile tugging at his mouth, the faint flush across his cheeks that hasn’t faded yet. You shift just enough so you can both see, curling one leg over his thigh and letting your fingers trace lazy shapes against his chest.

“Look at you,” you murmur, tipping your head back so your cheek rests against his shoulder. In the reflection, your eyes meet his, soft and full of something that feels a little too big for words. “You have no idea how good you look right now.”

He huffs a little laugh, the kind that comes from being completely, blissfully wrecked. “You keep sayin’ that like I’m gonna believe you more each time.”

“You should,” you say simply, your voice warm. “Because it’s true. I don’t think you’ve ever looked better than you do when you’re here with me like this.”

His grip on your waist tightens just a fraction, like he’s pulling the words into himself, storing them somewhere safe. “Careful,” he teases lightly, pressing a kiss into your hair. “You’re gonna give me an ego the size of the Baxter Building.”

“You already have that,” you remind him with a quiet smile. “This is just me telling the truth.”

For a moment, neither of you speak. The quiet hum of the city outside filters through the walls, the soft creak of the bed when he shifts under you, the slow, steady beat of his heart beneath your palm.

Then Johnny’s fingers slide under your chin, tilting your face toward the mirror again. His eyes search yours there, not in a cocky way, not in the way he watches himself in the middle of heat — but like he’s trying to memorize this version of the two of you. Tangled together, content, unguarded.

“Pretty,” he says, low and certain. “Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

You feel your chest tighten a little, the warmth of the praise curling in your stomach in a way that has nothing to do with lust now and everything to do with him. You sink closer into his hold, tucking yourself under his jaw as his arms wrap around you completely.

In the mirror, it almost looks like there’s no space between you at all — just limbs and soft skin and the quiet kind of closeness that feels like it could last all night.

“I could stay like this forever,” you murmur against his skin.

His lips press to your temple, lingering there. “Then we will.”

And for a long while, you do — the two of you watching yourselves in the mirror not because of how good it looks, but because it’s proof. Proof of how perfectly you fit.

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ugh my Johnny storm fanfic is like making me head hurt 😒 anyways love him tho

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My ovaries have exploded

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so this is love (again)

pairing: johnny storm x f!reader | genre: fluff | wc: 0.8k

summary: it started with a feeling he couldn’t name. and then it happened—again.

warnings: fluff!!, established relationship, pregnancy themes, labor and childbirth (non-graphic), soft!johnny.

- so this is love (pt. one)

You stood in front of Johnny, four pregnancy tests clutched in your hands—well, three now, since one had slipped from your grip and landed on the floor with a soft clatter. Your fingers were still trembling, but it wasn’t just nerves. It was him.

He hadn’t moved. Hadn’t said a word. You weren’t even sure he was breathing.

You opened your mouth to ask if he was okay, but then he looked up. Finally.

His eyes were wide, stunned, but they gleamed with something else too. Something brighter. Something only Johnny could manage in a moment like this.

And then he smiled. Full. Blinding. Like the sun had cracked open inside him.

“We’re having a baby,” he said, voice soft, almost in awe.

You nodded, your smile catching up with your heart. “Yeah. We are.”

Then he said it again, louder this time. “We’re having a baby!”

And before you could brace yourself, he wrapped you up in his arms, lifting you slightly off the ground.

You just laughed, clinging to him, your world tilting in the best possible way.

Over the next nine months, Johnny cycled through the every stage of panic and then some. Not because he wasn’t happy—he was. But because he cared so deeply it scared him. You knew it was coming from that deep, quiet ache he never talked about. The part of him that just wanted to get it right.

You saw it in the way he redid the nursery three times.

The first theme “felt too cold,” he said.

The second had “weird vibes.”

And the third?

“What if she doesn’t like it?” he asked, standing in the doorway, arms crossed, worry etched into his brow.

You smiled, already familiar with this version of him.

“Well, she is a baby. And I don’t think she’ll really notice.”

Johnny sighed like that made it worse.

“But I see it,” you said, slipping your hand into his. “And I love it. You should too.”

His gaze finally dropped to yours. And he smiled—soft, grateful. A quiet kind of reset.

There were other moments too. Like the nights when he laid his head on your stomach, talking to the baby. Sometimes it was random facts. Sometimes it was wild, half-true stories that made you roll your eyes and laugh.

But the other times? The ones that left you breathless?

It wasn’t just soft words. It was him telling the baby about you. About how you always knew the right thing to say. How your laugh made things feel lighter. How the baby was lucky to have you—just like he was.

And then there was the first ultrasound.

Johnny didn’t say a word. His fingers tightened around yours as he stared at the screen, his usual smirk replaced by something weightless. Wide-eyed. Awestruck.

He was completely speechless—a first for him.

But that flutter in his chest came back. Quiet. Aching. Familiar.

Then came the day you went into labor. Everything turned to chaos. Johnny was stressed, more scared than he’d ever admit, but he was there. Every second. Every breath. Pacing beside you one minute, gripping your hand the next.

Of course, he asked if you were okay. Then again. And again. No matter how many times you said yes, no matter how calm your voice was, he never fully believed it.

When another contraction tore through you—worse than the one before—you squeezed his hand with everything you had.

He winced but didn’t let go. Watched you grit your teeth, your jaw clenched, breath shallow. He hated it—seeing you like that. Not being able to fix it.

So—God help him—he tried a joke.

Something dumb. Low-hanging. He doesn’t even know what possessed him to say it, but the second it left his mouth, he regretted it. Until he saw the curve of your lips as you let out a laugh. Small. Tired. But real.

Your head tilted in his direction, eyes heavy.

“That was a really bad one,” you said.

“I know.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your hand, gentle and grounding for the both of you.

Then it happened. The final push. That first breath.

Tiny. Loud. Alive.

Johnny froze. Time stilled. Everything in him went quiet except the pounding of his heart. That sound—your daughter’s cry—hit him harder than anything else ever had.

And when he finally held her, a quiet exhale slipped from him, followed by a soft, shaky laugh. His eyes burned at the edges as he looked down at her, wonder written across every part of him.

He reached out, his thumb brushing gently along her cheek. For a second, nothing—then she stirred, a soft sound escaping her lips. And just like that, his heart stumbled.

That ache returned. The same one that had crept in slowly, silently, over days and weeks and months. The one that had been quietly growing with every moment that led to this. And now, with her in his arms, it wrapped around him fully. 

She shifted again, settling closer against his chest.

The feeling inside him only pulled tighter, deeper—but he didn’t question it.

He didn’t need to.

He had been here before.

A warm, knowing smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

So this is love, he thought.

Again.

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One of Our Own

Johnny Storm x fem!reader

summary: You decide you want to have a baby with Johnny when you see him playing with Franklin.

cw: MDNI (18+) smut ( p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) breeding kink

Laughter fills the living room where you sit with Johnny, Reed, Sue, Ben, and Franklin. Johnny is holding Franklin as you all make conversation with one another and you can’t help but stare at him. You’ve always wanted children and right here and now, you’re sure that you want to have Johnny’s baby. 

It gets to a point where you have to turn away before your thoughts consume you. You’re both always so careful in the bedroom, trying to prevent pregnancy and you’re not entirely sure how he would feel about actually getting you pregnant right now. You’re actually very sure because you always agree that you want them eventually. 

You wonder if he’ll let you take him back to his place and do unspeakable things to you. You need him so bad that you’re starting to ache between your thighs and he needs to take care of it soon or there will just be a huge mess. 

Johnny knows something is up with you, but he can’t quite put his finger on what. You’re antsy and he’s wondering if you maybe had too much caffeine. You did have three cups of coffee the entire time you’ve been there and he’s thinking maybe that he should cut you off. He doesn’t want to go another night where you don’t sleep. He would hate that for you. 

Reed has suggested that the five of you play a game, but you need to get Johnny home right now and you haven’t had a chance to discuss why you’re acting so strangely. After agreeing to stay for games, he moves to sit next to you after he hands Franklin off to Ben. Your hand lands on his thigh as you scoot closer, your thighs touching. 

“I need you,” you whisper in his ear.

“I’m right here,” he tells you, only understanding what you mean when he pulls back, your eyes boring into his. “Sorry guys,” he turns to face everyone else who’s on the opposite side of the living room. “But y/n’s stomach is upset. I hate to cut this short.”

“Oh, it’s no problem,” Sue says as she stands up from the couch, following you both to the door like the good hostess she is. “Feel better, y/n,” she tells you as Johnny helps you put on your coat. As you head out the door that Johnny is holding open for you, Sue hands him some leftovers from dinner while leaning close to her brother so you can’t hear what she’s about to say.

“You’re not as slick as you think you are,” she tells him with a glare. “I’d come up with a better lie next time.” With that, she ushers him out the door and slams it in his face when she sees he’s about to try to defend himself. He just shakes his head and helps you get into the car like the gentleman he is. 

He’s definitely going way over the speed limit but he doesn’t care. He probably needs you right now more than you need him, which didn’t seem possible. Those damn pants that you’re wearing have been torturing him all night and he’s very much looking forward to ripping them to absolute shreds as soon as he gets you into the house. He wants lie you on your bed and fuck you until neither of you can take it anymore. He wants to make a mess-to absolutely violate you. His mind is racing with impure thoughts and he’s surprised that he’s able to get you both to your house in one piece. 

You don’t even make it upstairs, your lips on his as soon as you’re in the house and he’s backing you into the living room. Clothing is flying as you undress each other and when you’re both in your underwear, you push him onto the couch, unhooking your bra as you do so. 

Your panties follow and he’s gotta take a second to look at you-to admire the woman who, for whatever reason, chose him. He doesn’t know how the fuck he got so lucky but never takes you for granted. 

“Fuck, I love you,” he sighs. 

“I love you too,” you reply, wondering how you’re going to tell him that you don’t want to use a condom. There was only one time where you didn’t use one and that was only because you were drunk and neither of you could get the packaging open. “I was thinking…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I saw you with Franklin tonight and it got me thinking…what if we have our own baby?” His eyes widen and you get worried that you’ve fucked everything up. 

“A baby?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Honey,” he pauses and you hold your breath, “I think that’s an amazing idea.” You finally breathe and all either of you can do is smile about the decision you’ve just made. He kisses you again and again as you slide off his underwear then get on top of him. He’s pounding into you as you ride him, the most filthy things he’s ever said coming out of his mouth and that’s making you even more wet. Your hands are scratching down his back as moans pour from your mouth, only encouraging him even more.

“God, you’re gonna be so hot,” he says, his nails digging into your hips, yours scratching down his chest. “I’m gonna lose my mind just thinking about it.” Your pace picks up and he follows, both of you moving so fast and hard that the couch is shaking underneath you. 

“Well, you’re going to be a great dad,” you reply. “I just know it.”

“Shit, sweetheart, are you trying to make me cum?” 

“Yeah, baby, that’s kind of the point,” you laugh. You both move even faster and just by the look on Johnny’s face, you can tell that he’s close. He just needs a little more and then he’ll get there. A few more thrusts from him and he’s at his peak. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whines as he’s coming, fully seated inside you and you can practically feel him in your stomach. You both stay there as he comes down and then you grab a damp washcloth to clean yourselves up. Once you’re done, he carries you up the stairs where you both climb into your bed, snuggling up to each other just like you do every night. You go to sleep with smiles on your faces, hoping that not long from now, you’ll be showing him the positive test.

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⸻ FOR MY GIRL. Johnny Storm X Fem!reader.

SUMMARY ⸻ Ever since his daughter came into the world, Johnny Storm has tried to keep everything under control. But his determination to handle it all puts him to the test more than once… and not always in the way he expects.

PAIRING⸻ Girl dad!Johnny Storm X Mom!Fem!Reader

WARNING⸻ Fluff, Johnny is insufferably overprotective.

NOTE⸻I'm really happy with all the support the last one shot received, so here's another one of Johnny being a dad :)

Johnny reveled in the idea of never being afraid of anything.

He had never once trembled when fighting an enemy: from Galactus to the Mole Man, he was always there—steady, defiant, with that trademark grin and unshakable confidence. Johnny Storm always knew what to do. Always ready, always fast, always willing to throw himself into the chaos before anyone else.

But from the very first moment he heard his daughter’s cry in that delivery room…

Something inside him changed.

That sound—so fragile, and yet so powerful—cut through him in a way nothing and no one ever had before. When he finally held his daughter in his arms, Johnny didn’t look like the same man who had faced monsters without blinking. He was trembling, his hands sweaty, his eyes wide as if terrified of holding her the wrong way, as if the smallest movement might hurt her. She was so tiny, so light, that he was almost afraid to breathe too hard.

You watched him from your hospital bed, exhausted but unable to stop smiling at the sight. You had never seen him so focused on anything that wasn’t a battle, a joke, or his own reflection in the mirror.

Johnny spent long minutes just staring at her in silence, rocking her gently in his arms with that sweet clumsiness of someone who wants to do everything right but isn’t sure how. From time to time, his gaze grew cloudy, and though he tried to hide it, you could see how his eyes started to glisten.

"Are you okay, Johnny?" you asked, breaking the silence with a soft laugh as he lifted his gaze to you for a moment before dropping it quickly back down.

"Yeah…" he murmured, sniffing, his voice slightly unsteady. "It’s just that she’s… she’s…"

He didn’t finish the sentence. He couldn’t. But you understood immediately.

"I know," you replied softly, your eyes following your daughter’s tiny head from the bed. Her little golden tufts glowed under the light of the room, so much like her father’s that it was impossible not to smile. "She’s beautiful."

Johnny nodded slowly. Finally, a genuine smile crossed his face, and his tense shoulders began to ease.

"Yeah… but she’s so small," he whispered, lowering his voice even further, as if afraid to wake her. "The truth is… I’m a little nervous right now." He let out a shaky laugh, tilting his head as he watched her sleep.

You frowned, curious.

It was the first time you had ever heard him say something like that. The man who joked even in the most dangerous situations, who never showed fear, was admitting something you never thought he would. And yet, seeing him like this didn’t make him seem weaker in your eyes—if anything, it made him even stronger.

●●●

But that was only the beginning of your torment.

Johnny had become unbearable because of his little girl.

Even though they had filled the entire building with all kinds of baby-proof measures, nothing was enough for Johnny. Your daughter couldn’t even crawl yet, and he had already fortified the entire floor: all the rooms secured, doors with special locks, furniture corners padded, and even the outlets covered with triple protection. Back then, it still seemed normal to you, even kind of cute, because you thought it would pass with time.

Even when you caught him at dawn, sitting in front of the crib, eyes red with sleep but body tense, making sure the baby was breathing well and that there was nothing nearby she could choke on. It made you laugh a little to see him fighting his own eyelids while murmuring, “Everything is under control,” as if he was in the middle of a mission.

But then the baby kept growing.

And with growth came new problems. First, she started crawling, fast like a little rocket escaping everywhere. Then, she began pulling herself up using the crib bars. And then, the worst: wanting to climb as if she was training for a competition.

That’s when your real headache began.

"Johnny, just decide on one of the two. There are only two options!" you raised your voice, tired, rocking your daughter in your arms.

He was standing in front of the two cribs in the store, striking a ridiculously solemn pose, one hand on his jaw and eyes narrowed, as if analyzing high-tech weapons.

"Hey, this is a tough decision, alright?" he replied without looking at you, turning his head from one crib to the other. "This little one is too clever to jump the barrier. We have to choose the safest option."

You rolled your eyes. "I already told you to pick the second one. The bars are higher, that will surely work until she’s four and we have to buy her a small bed."

Just imagining that in two and a half years you’d have to go through the same process made you sigh in frustration.

But Johnny seemed immune to your exhaustion. He glanced at his daughter, then at the crib, then back to the baby, several times, as if comparing invisible proportions. Finally, he stretched out his arms to take the baby from you with an almost triumphant smile.

"Let’s try with this one," he said, crouching and using that high-pitched voice he only used when talking to the baby. Carefully, he placed her in the second crib.

Your daughter looked at both of you with curiosity, first at you, then at her father, as if she understood this was an important test. Johnny began to coax her with gentle pats on the mattress. You crossed your arms, waiting to see what would happen.

The baby slowly stood up, resting her little hands on the bars and, as soon as she managed to stand, she tried to push herself up. Her tiny body seemed too small for so much determination, but there she was: pushing with her legs as if she was seriously going to climb.

Your mouth fell open in disbelief. "Johnny, she’s going to fall!" you exclaimed, stepping forward.

But he was already laughing, proud, and lifted her before she could make the next move. He hugged her tightly against his chest and planted a loud kiss on her forehead.

"See? It’s not an easy decision," he told you with a mischievous smile, never taking his eyes off you while stroking the baby. "That’s why our daughter is lucky... because daddy will build her a safe crib."

"What?" you blinked incredulously. "Johnny, we’re not going to build a crib from scratch!"

"Of course we are," he insisted, puffing his chest with pride. "Do you know anyone better than me to do it? I’ll make the safest crib, the strongest, the—"

"Fireproof?" you interrupted him sarcastically.

Johnny smiled even more, giving the baby a little kiss on the nose. "Exactly. Proof against everything. Because my daughter deserves the best."

●●●

"What is he doing?" murmured Ben behind you. Both of you were looking in the same direction, wearing the same mix of confusion and amusement on your faces.

"According to him… a crib," you answered, crossing your arms while your brow furrowed deeply.

Johnny was on the floor, surrounded by metal pieces, loose screws, and a couple of poorly folded blueprints. He had been struggling for quite a while with what was supposed to be the crib he had designed and welded himself, because, in his own words, “no one else was going to touch his baby’s crib.” And there he was, sweating, grumbling, and muttering curses under his breath while trying to fit two pieces together… only for them to fall onto each other with a loud metallic clang.

Ben couldn’t hold back a deep, rumbling laugh that echoed through the entire room, which made Johnny immediately turn around, face flushed red and a screwdriver in hand like it was a weapon. You pressed your lips together to keep from laughing, though it was already too late—your eyes were sparkling with amusement.

Johnny looked at you both, offended, pointing at you with the tool.

"If you’re here just to make fun of me, you better leave," he threatened, while Ben doubled over with laughter.

You shrugged calmly.

"For someone who makes fun of everyone else, you sure ask for a lot, Jonathan Storm," you reminded him, raising an eyebrow.

He huffed, offended but keeping his hands on the crooked pieces.

"I joke about everything, but not about my little girl," he said seriously, turning back to his “masterpiece.”

"But you’re an idiot!" Ben burst out laughing, pointing at the mountain of parts that looked more like an impossible puzzle than a crib. "I doubt you’ll manage to build anything with that. Why didn’t you at least ask Reed to draw up the plans?"

"I don’t need Reed, or anyone else, got it?" Johnny snapped with that stubbornness that was so typical of him.

You rolled your eyes. You knew perfectly well this would end badly. Ben leaned toward you, still laughing.

"Don’t you think his overprotectiveness is going just a little too far?" he asked in a low, amused voice.

You patted his shoulder, shaking your head.

"Don’t even try, Ben. I already did and it didn’t work," you warned him, remembering the countless arguments you’d had with Johnny over the subject.

Meanwhile, Johnny seemed determined to prove to both of you that he could handle the challenge. He even used a small burst of flame at his fingertips to weld a piece that refused to fit. The result: a burnt chunk of metal and a strong smell of scorched iron.

"When you see how this crib turns out, you’re going to feel ashamed of doubting me," he declared, puffing out his chest as if he were about to march into an epic battle.

Ben let out another laugh.

"Sure, champ. The little Storm is going to sleep safe and sound… on that pile of junk?" he said, pointing at the mess of pieces.

You couldn’t hold back anymore, and laughter slipped past your lips, which only made Johnny glare at you even more indignantly. You tried to compose yourself, but the situation was far too ridiculous.

Minutes passed in failed attempts. Johnny knelt, lifted a piece, placed it in position, and within seconds, it collapsed, taking two others down with it. Dull thuds against the floor, screws rolling across the room, and Johnny’s constant swearing filled the air. Ben leaned against the wall, enjoying the spectacle as if it were the best comedy movie he had ever seen.

Finally, when Johnny managed to lift what looked like the side of the crib, it came crashing down immediately, collapsing the entire structure in seconds. The metallic noise was so loud that even Ben stopped laughing for a moment in surprise, and you had to cover your mouth to keep from bursting out with another, louder laugh.

Johnny stared at the wreckage, still holding the screwdriver, a blond strand of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. He let out a defeated sigh.

"…Maybe… just maybe…" he murmured in a tired voice. "…Reed could give me a hand with this."

Ben couldn’t take it anymore and broke out in laughter, doubling over as if his stomach hurt from laughing so hard. You, on the other hand, walked over to Johnny and gently rubbed his back, offering a little comfort as you watched him surrender.

"That sounds much better," you told him softly, with a small smile.

Johnny huffed, letting the screwdriver drop.

"I don’t want him to think I can’t do it alone," he admitted in almost a whisper.

You pressed his back a little more firmly.

"No one said you had to do it alone," you replied calmly. "Besides, if it’s about your little girl, the important thing is that she’s safe, right?"

Johnny lifted his gaze toward you, defeated but with a spark of tenderness in his eyes. In the end, he nodded slowly, accepting that, for once, he couldn’t do it on his own.

●●●

"This crib is perfect," you murmured with shining eyes, gazing at it as if it were the most important piece in the entire room. The wood gleamed, the bars were tall—far too tall for your daughter to even dream of reaching—the mattress looked soft yet firm, and the painted details gave it a colorful touch that seemed made exactly for her.

Johnny turned toward you with a proud smile, puffing out his chest.

"And I built it all by myself," he emphasized, as if it were necessary to remind you for the umpteenth time.

You rolled your eyes affectionately and nodded, stepping closer to him.

"Yes, you did very well, babe" you replied before giving him a soft kiss on the lips. But the moment was interrupted by a sweet babble coming from Johnny’s arms, forcing you both to pull away with stifled laughter.

"Well…" your husband sighed, looking at her with excitement. "It’s the moment of truth."

He leaned down slowly and placed the baby onto the mattress. She blinked a couple of times, curious, and began moving her tiny hands as if she already wanted to explore. Both of you leaned over the crib, caressing her arms, encouraging her with soft words to try standing up. The little girl clung tightly to the bars and, after an adorable effort, managed to pull herself up, wobbling, though she was clearly nowhere near reaching the top.

Johnny raised his fist in victory, beaming with joy.

"See?! I told you, it’s perfect," he exclaimed triumphantly.

You couldn’t help laughing and clapping at his success.

"Alright, I admit it… you did a great job," you said, enjoying the enthusiasm lighting up his face.

"This is perfect!" Johnny shouted, still celebrating as if he had just saved the world all over again.

But then, a loud crack shattered the joy.

Both of you turned immediately to the crib. The sight froze you in place: the baby, with all the innocence in the world, was holding one of the bars in her tiny hands as if it were nothing more than a toy she had just yanked free.

Your eyes widened. In a second, you scooped her up quickly, pulling her away from the mattress and the piece of wood she was still clutching with delight.

"You didn’t secure the bars?!" you yelled at Johnny, frowning in indignation.

Still in shock, Johnny dropped to his knees in front of the crib, running his hands over the gap where the bar had been. He tried tugging on another, pulling with all the strength he had, but nothing moved. They were solid, firmly in place.

You exchanged a look of confusion. Johnny ran his hand along the edge of the empty slot and discovered small ridges in the wood, as if the pressure had given way at that exact point. It wasn’t a construction mistake. It was brute force.

You swallowed hard, slowly turning toward your daughter. She, completely oblivious to her parents’ panic, smiled brightly at you, rosy cheeks glowing and pure happiness shining in her eyes.

Johnny looked at the destroyed bar, then at the baby in your arms, then back at the empty gap in the crib. His pride in having built it crumbled in an instant.

"Keeping her safe is gonna be mission impossible, huh?".

Little was said about the fear I have of making mistakes when translating into English lmao

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JOHNNY STORM FIC RECS

hello my lovelies!! with my heavy obsession with this gorgeous man right here, this is a list of recs that i have LOVED. they're mostly fluff, but some angst and spice too 👀

i have so much love for all of these writers. you all truly make my day with these amazing fics 🥹💕

rule breaker

When you and Johnny Storm started fooling around, he made sure to tell you that it was going to be nothing serious. Well, at least until he broke his own rule and fell in love with you. @fireinmoonshot

first introduction

they finally meet johnny's new girlfriend @wwinterwitch

night light

after another one of reed’s infamous power outages, your boyfriend johnny comes with the solution to all your problems. @plaidcowboy

childproof 18+

sue announces her pregnancy. johnny is elated for his big sister. but it makes you feel some type of way when you know he wants kids of his own. something you're not very sure you want. @munsonstorm

put me to work, dollface.

all the ways in which you utilise your boyfriend johnny whilst refuses to let go of you, including the moment you get ready to meet his family for the first time. @bodhiscurls

waited all night for you, i'll wait forever.

after an long coming arguement with your boyfriend at dinner, you leave, desperate for space. forty thousand missed calls and texts later, you come back in the morning when you've cooled off only to find johnny storm slumped against your front door where he's waited all night for and will wait forever too. @bodhiscurls

mine next, please.

it starts when johnny sees you hold his nephew for the first time and all he can think about is how incredible life could be if you were holding his. @bodhiscurls

the family dinner

It's your first time meeting Johnny's family, and you've never been more nervous in your life. @spider-starry

warm cuddles

soft moment with your “celebrity” boyfriend @ssweeterthanfiction

whatever you say

Johnny Storm never thought he'd end up like Reed—until his pregnant wife told him he wasn’t going on that mission. Superpowers? Useless. Against her? He never stood a chance. @not-yuyu

little does he know

two superheroes, johnny and y/n are sneaking around behind the teams back, assuming their relationship rendezvous are underwraps. little do they know, the entire team already knew! @tomsparkyr

my heart races for you, doc.

reed richards brings in an old family friend to help make sense of their new powers. johnny storm can deny that he's been trying extra hard for you to look his way all he likes. brushing his hand against yours at dinner, bumping into you outside your opposite rooms- purely accidental. but when you've got him hooked to a monitor and his heart beats double the usual, he can't hide what he feels anymore. @bodhiscurls

temptations

You’re Ben’s little sister and needed a place to crash after graduation. He only asks of one thing in return. Don’t fall for Johnny @eddiesxangel

Johnny Storm relationship headcanons @wordbunch

freeze me, baby

you’re hired to babysit franklin, but johnny’s the real handful. he’s all fire, you’re all ice, and somehow that just makes things worse. or better. depends who you ask. @hangmanwrites

personal heater

when the heater blows out in the midst of a large snow storm, you seek shelter in your boyfriends arms @munsonify

Fluffy headcanons | Johnny Storm @averagewriter-inthedark

SFW alphabet | Johnny Storm @averagewriter-inthedark

fool (for you )

hiiiii could you do a johnny storm x reader pre established relationship where he gets hurt doing something dumb and you have to patch his wounds. the reader like scolds him during this and he’s trying to make it sound like he did nothing wrong but your tired of it. thank you so much have a great day/night! @violetrainbow412-blog

fire and ice

Earth-616 is no stranger to the multiverse. Since the defeat of Thanos in 2023, the Avengers have had their fair share of visitors from other worlds and know what to expect when they do. But when a man wearing the same face of their late comrade arrives, the Avengers are in for the shock of their lives when a group of heroes tailing the individual fall through the portal behind him. And for the flying, fire-wielding, and sometimes charming Johnny Storm, he meets his match in the form of a woman whos @averagewriter-inthedark

with the amount of fics i'm reading, im sure i will have a part two soon LOL. i hope these feed your johnny obsession hehehe