#johnny storm angst

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥

She was content and in love, she thought she married the one she would spend the rest of her life with. Fate seemed to have another plan for her. One that involved her to finally learn the truth, causing two relationships to be tragically ruined and hidden memories to suddenly come to light. She finally gets on the path she was meant to be on in the beginning.

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𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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!warning! This series will include heartbreak, divorce, detailed cheating, bad thoughts towards self, betrayal, back-stabbing, horrible relationships, slight gaslighting and manipulation, smut (from cheating and maybe when she finds happiness).

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𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬:

part 1 - 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

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part 2 - 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥

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part 3 - 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

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part 4 - 𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞...

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part 5 - 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 ��𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

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part 6 - 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

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part 7 - 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

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[thezombieprostitute]

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:

Johnny Storm + realizing his feelings for you are real and strong because you’re the first person he’s ever missed while you’re apart 🥺

A/N: This is my first time writing for Johnny Storm so please let me know if I did okay!

"Johnny, what the hell?!" Sue's voice rang from the shared kitchen.

"Whatever it is, I didn't do it" Johnny yelled from his room.

"You were the last person in the kitchen!"

"It still wasn't me!"

Sue storms to Johnny's room to find him in his bed, hugging a sweater you'd left behind a few visits ago. "You're really gonna lay there and try to convince me that you, the last person in the kitchen, after I cleaned it this morning, are not responsible for the half-assed attempt at baking I just walked in on?"

"Well excuse me for trying to do something nice for everyone," Johnny whines.

"What's gotten into you, Johnny? I swear I've never seen you like this."

From further down the hall they hear Ben, "lover boy just misses his girl is all."

"No, I don't," Johnny shouts back at him.

Ben snickers, "I can't see you but I know you're cuddling up with her shirt, ain't you?"

Johnny throws your sweater to the side before pouting, "NO!" Sue smiles fondly as Ben breaks out into a laugh.

At that moment the front door opens, "I'm home!" Richard calls out. Sue turns to greet him but is distracted by Johnny shoving her to the side to run to the door.

"Wait, where's Y/N," Johnny asks. "She was supposed to come back with you."

"Yeah," Reed confirmed. "She wanted to go home and get some rest."

"But..." Johnny can't think straight.

Reed continues, "I asked her if she wanted to come over but she told me, the last time you two went out, you said you wanted some space." Reed shrugs, "I guess she's just giving you what you want."

Johnny starts pouting and angrily grabs the keys to his motorcycle before storming out of the apartment.

Your apartment feels cold and quiet as you enter. You miss Johnny but you don't want to bother him, especially after he said he was feeling a little "smothered". You flinch at the memory.

"Ugh, one thing at a time," you tell yourself as you start putting your things away. It was a long trip and you feel exhausted. Maybe a shower and some sleep will cure your ills.

A shower certainly does help but you still find yourself feeling lonely. Maybe Johnny was on to something. Maybe you do spend too much time with him and not enough alone. You put on some pajamas, order delivery from your favorite pizza place, and settle in on the couch for some alone time.

Too soon to be the pizza, you hear an insistent knock at the door. Confused you head over and look through the peephole. It's Johnny! As soon as the door is open he's pulling you into a deep kiss, complete with a warm hug.

"I'm so sorry," he says when he pulls away. "I'm so sorry I said I need space. I don't need space, I need my head examined. I missed you so much. So much more than I've ever missed anyone. I'm sorry I tried to push you away."

You gently rub his cheek while giving him some reassuring coos. Neither of you realized the door was still open until the pizza arrived. The two of you settled on the couch to eat. You thought to sit on the opposite side but Johnny pulled you close, until you were practically sitting on his lap.

"I need you to know," he whispers after finishing a slice, "why I said what I said." You turn to face him, making sure he knows he has your attention. "I've...I've never been one for things like long-term relationships. No one who knows me thinks I'm even capable of anything more than just...casual hookups or convenience relationships, like you and I have."

You nod your understanding and he continues, "I was trying to keep that reputation when I told you we were spending too much time together. But this last week, without you being around at all? Fuck, I, I have to admit, I'm in love with you."

His confession leaves you wide-eyed, "you really mean that?"

"Yes," he replies with a look you've dubbed his "serious face".

"I accept your apology, and your confession," you hum. "But you owe me."

"Name your price, Fire Lily," he breathes.

"You have to give me back the sweater your keep in your room."

Updating to make sure tags are included:

@alicedopey

[ro-is-struggling]

First Impressions || Johnny Storm x Reader

Summary: the story of how you and Johnny met the morning after he slept with your roommate

THIS IS PART 1 OF MY MINI-SERIES FIREPROOF! Masterlist + info HERE

Warnings: Johnny is a bit of an ass (but that’s kinda like his thing in this lol)

English is not my first language

Word count: 1200

Notes: this is a lot shorter than the rest of the parts will be bucause originally it was only going to be a flashback, but I hope you guys like it!!

Johnny was being careful this time, tiptoeing down the hallway as he got dressed. He had learned the hard way that shoes were best left for last, they made a lot of noise when he stepped on the wooden boards that creaked under his feet and alerted the girl sleeping on the bed to his intentions. That wasn't a mistake he would make again —not after the scene Kate made when she discovered him trying to flee the morning after he met her—, so now he always made sure to put his shoes on once he was out of his latest conquest's apartment.

He thought he was in the clear. The front door was in his vision and he could still hear the subtle sound of Allie's? —he wanted to say that was her name, but wasn't sure— snoring coming from the room. However, the sound of someone clearing their throat made him stop in his tracks. Turning around, Johnny found you sitting at the kitchen island eating breakfast.

“Sneaking out, huh?” your eyes didn't lift from your phone as you spoke to him. But you didn't need to do so to know he had an uncomfortable expression on his face at having been caught in the act.

“No.” Johnny lied. “I just...”

“I have commitment issues that won't let me stay to say goodbye to the girl who sucked my dick the night before?” You answered for him, finally looking up to look at him. “I figured.”

“I was going to say I have an early class... but I guess that works too.”

“Oh, an early class, sure.” Your unimpressed tone let Johnny know you didn't believe him one bit.

As he awkwardly put on his shoes he took a moment to get a better look at you. He remembered that Allie —let's go with that— had told him she had a roommate and now that he got a better look at you, your face looked familiar. He had definitely seen you around campus and probably had taken some classes together, but he couldn't think of your name if his life depended on it. He wasn't very good at it, apparently.

“Are those pancakes?” Johnny asked curiously, his stomach growling at the smell of food. It made sense given that the night before he'd barely eaten before going straight to business.

“Yes... You want some?” You looked at him with an arched eyebrow and he nodded enthusiastically.

“Please!” He didn't wait for your response before approaching the kitchen and taking a seat next to you. He helped himself to a plate as if he were in his own home, groaning with pleasure as he put a bite of food in his mouth.

“What about your early class?”

“Oh, my buddy can cover for me.” Johnny spoke with a mouthful of food and you let out a giggle.

It was honestly surreal to have Johnny Storm, the womanizer everyone on campus swooned over, having breakfast in your apartment. Your friend had been trying to get his attention for a long time —and somehow you always ended up in the middle of it—, but when she asked you to disappear for a night from the apartment you didn't think it was because of him. You were happy for her, but at the same time you hoped she hadn't gotten her hopes up for him. Johnny wasn't a complete asshole, but from the way he tried to sneak away without being discovered you couldn't imagine that anything good would come of it. And from the way your friend talked about him, you doubted she'd settle for a one-night stand. So it was your job to protect her from her own heart and the antics of the biggest player on campus.

“You want some coffee?” You asked him after a moment of silence. Your voice seemed to snap him out of a trance, forcing him to stop thinking about how delicious those pancakes were and bring his attention back to reality.

“Sure!” He nodded with a smile and you got up to get a clean cup.

You poured him a cup of hot coffee fresh from the pot. The scent flooded the room and you could see in Johnny's tired eyes how much he wanted to savor the steaming liquid. When you placed the cup on the counter he reached out for it. However, you pulled it away before his fingers could close around the handle.

“What are your intentions with my friend?”

Johnny's confused expression turned to an amused one as he realized he had fallen into your trap. “Oh, it was a trick coffee. I see.”

“Yes, coffee is for talkers. Now talk.”

He laughed at your accusatory tone, but when he noticed your stern expression he realized you were serious. “I don't know, we're just getting to know each other.” Johnny said, scratching the back of his head. Actually he did know the answer to your question. He wasn't a fan of serious relationships, but he never ruled out the possibility of a casual second meeting with anyone.

“Well, you better figure it out! And you better tell Ellie about it!”

Oh, so that was her name!

“I mean it, she is a sweet girl and she's been trying to get your attention for a long time. She doesn't deserve to have you messing with her.”

“I wasn't going to!” Johnny threw his hands up in the air in a defensive manner. “If anything I was trying to let her know my stance on the relationship by sneaking out but you kinda ruined it. So if anything, it's your fault.”

“Please tell me you're joking.” You huffed, unable to believe what you were hearing. Although from the reputation he had on campus, you shouldn't be surprised. “Sneaking out is not communication! It only creates more confusion. You have to use your words, like the rest of us grown ups.”

“But talking about it makes everything more... messy and complicated.”

“Well, you better make it less complicated real fast or I will.” You threatened him, finally passing him the cup of coffee you had held hostage to make sure Johnny heard you. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, ma'am!” he assured you with an amused smile before raising the cup to his lips.

Johnny couldn't describe exactly what it was, but there was something about you that he really liked. The way you snapped at him, using that tone of voice that was at times serious and at times sarcastic, was refreshing. He was used to women reacting in the opposite way to his presence —always watching what they said and acting flirtatious to get his attention. Most of the time it took him ages to understand what they wanted or expected from him because they refused to be direct. He was not a mind reader and had no time to waste, so he appreciated your honesty, even if it was a bit brutal. He knew at that moment that he wanted to get to know you better. There was something that told him that your story wasn't over, even if his relationship with Ellie was.

And he wasn't wrong.

[averagewriter-inthedark]

You Are My Strength 💙 | Johnny Storm Imagine

Link to my Marvel masterlist

Characters & Pairings: JosephQuinn!JohnnyStorm x Super Soldier!reader (romantic), the Fantastic Four (platonic).

Content Warnings: fluff, angst, insinuated torture and mind control, happy ending, profanity, flirtatious banter, mentions of canon violence, canon divergence | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 3.9k

Requested 📨 yes/no | matching headcanon

Premise: Johnny Storm always has his work cut out for him when he spars with his love who knows a thing or two about putting him on his ass. More often than not, he finds himself looking back on the days where he and the Fantastic Four discovered she was not just a missing soldier, but an asset desperate for freedom.

Note: okay so I just CA:BNW and my marvel fix is back full force like it was back in 2018-2023. This piece is definently inspired by Bucky Barnes and has a spin on the Winter Soldier which you'll see. Hope you like this!

Johnny’s back met the mat with a loud grunt, limbs sprawling out making him look like a starfish. “That was unfair,” he called out with his eyes shut, but he knew she was smirking when her chuckle reached his ears from the opposite side of the mat. 

“You gave me the open,” the sound of footsteps indicated she was beginning to approach him. “I took it.”  Peeking one eye open, Johnny beamed at Y/n, towering over him with hand extended to help him up. Accepting it, Johnny let out a small yelp by the force of her hauling him to his feet, stumbling a bit before he gripped her shoulders to steady. 

Y/n patted his shoulders fondly, “When you attack you have to make sure to watch your blind side. Otherwise you’re giving your enemy a window.” A finger tapped his nose, “don’t give them that window,” then the middle of his chest, “now again from the beginning.” 

Johnny bit his lip, letting his eyes wander down her figure as she went to take her place in the middle of the mat. Lingering on her arms that were on display by the black tank top she wore, traveling down to her legs which were covered by grey sweatpants. Y/n must’ve felt his gaze on her because she snapped her fingers, “If I turn around and you’re not in position then you’re doing fifty push-ups, Storm.” 

Now that had him moving his feet. 

Johnny rushed to the center of the mat. Readying himself just in time for Y/n to turn around and raise her arms. “Come at me with full force and don’t hesitate,” she spoke with seriousness, but he caught the spark of playfulness in her eyes. 

Taking a deep breath, Johnny charged forward, putting all his might like she said to block any incoming attack while working to get the upper hand. Y/n anticipated most of his moves which wasn’t a surprise, but Johnny managed to surprise her too. Pushing her to the edge of the circle within the mat that they often used to indicate who won the match, but never quite getting her out of the circle. 

Y/n was not using her full potential despite telling him to. And Johnny knew that. Even when Ben challenged her in a sparring session Y/n always toned it down, fearing she’d unintentionally hurt them if she allowed herself to go full super soldier mode.

Whenever they sparred Johnny often thought about the events that lead to where they were. It’d been three years, but it still broke his heart remembering that at one point in time, Y/n had no control over her own mind. That her life had been taken away from her, forced to become a machine of unstoppable nature…..

“Who is she?” Johnny spoke out of breath, an ice pack pressed against his head to soothe the swelling of his inflamed skin. Entire body sore and desperate for rest. The state of him matched his fellow teammates, his family, who were all bruised and deflated from the battle they’d experienced that morning. 

Sue’s hair was disheveled, lip and chin busted, holding an ice pack of her own to her ribs. Reed's arm was in a sling, dried blood painting his ear. And Ben, the one to come out with no noticeable injuries of course thanks to his rock exterior, had a distant look in his eyes. As though all the light had drained from them. 

Gathered back at Baxter Building in their conference room, their gazes were pinned on the projector displaying a black & white image of the woman responsible for their condition. The woman who caught them by surprise when they were focused on the group of anarchists they’d been tracking for weeks. Allowing the anarchists to escape and continue their terror on the country. 

“Her name’s Y/n L/n,” Reed grunted, lifting himself off the chair he was sitting in to approach the screen. Tiredness plagued his voice, a combination of the fight and spending the last five hours since returning to Baxter Building finding everything about the mystery woman he could get his hands on. He had to break through a dozen government firewalls, but eventually Reed uncovered secret files the secretary of defense did not want brought to the surface. 

Reed pressed a button on the remote, the screen moving the image from the center to the side to display information. “Ex-military--Special Forces out of California. Got her degree in Intelligence & National Security from Georgetown. Joined the service shortly after.” Hesitating, Reed removed his glasses and refused to look at his family, “She was part of the highly coveted strike team called the Winter Soldiers.”

Ben visibly reacted, rising from the couch with a hardened expression that made even Johnny’s skin crawl. “She’s a Winter Soldier?” 

The way Ben said the name sent chills up Johnny’s spine, confusion etching his face as he turned to read for an answer. “What does that mean?” 

“It means we’re looking at a ghost,” Ben spoke before Reed had the chance to, causing the man to scowl at him before turning to Johnny.

“The Winter Soldiers were a special team assigned to conduct classified operations the government didn’t want other countries knowing about,” he explained, pressing another button so the projector pulled up a file like image detailing the Winter Soldier program. “They picked the best of the best from each branch of the military or agency. All highly intelligent who were masters when it came to marksmanship and combat--fluent in a dozen languages. They could dismantle governments, assassinate political leaders, bomb enemy installations all while never tracing it back to the U.S.” 

Reed paused, bringing his not slinged arm up to rub a hand on his bruised jaw, sighing as he finished with, “Ten years ago the whole team was killed in action during an ambush in Europe.” The Storm siblings’ eyes widened, face filled with shock, “The government couldn’t risk recovering the bodies--it’s rumored they set it up--so they left them and hid all the files deep behind firewalls. Erasing the program as though it never existed in the first place.”

The conference room fell silent, Reed’s words lingering in the air. For the siblings the news was riveting. Eerie. How could a government have a team as lethal as the Winter Soldiers, potentially wipe them out, and make it to where they never existed? And now that they had proof one survived, what did it mean for the Four? 

Deep in his gut, Johnny felt there was more to the story than Y/n going rogue. Part of him couldn’t blame her, the logical reasoning being if it was true that the government was responsible for the ambush and her goal was revenge. But his intuition told him there were other forces at play. 

Because when their eyes met during the brawl, Johnny swore he saw a flicker of guilt behind her steel gaze. Not to mention the way she moved reminded him of a video game character being controlled by a player. Stoic. Robotic. In a constant daze. 

The thought made his stomach turn. 

Sue sighed in defeat, “so we are, quite literally if I must say, chasing a ghost.” Wincing, she adjusts herself in the chair, “What do we do now?”

“If she’s a Winter Soldier then we might as well pack it up,” Sue flinched at Ben’s tone, anxiety rising just by the visible alarm he spoke with. She and Johnny shared a worried look. “And after what we saw earlier--the strength,” Ben emphasized, recalling the way Y/n caught a car he threw at her like it was nothing. “That wasn’t normal, Reed. Whatever happened in the time between her disappearing to now obviously is why the anarchists have been keeping her hidden till now.” Ben moved away from the screen, feeling sickly just looking at the long list of things Y/n did and was rumored to have done. “We don’t know what we’re up against--ah--and frankly I don’t like not going in blind.” 

Ben had a point. They knew better than to attempt going after the anarchists and Y/n when they lacked all the information. Currently at their disposal was her record with the American government as a Winter Soldier. Anything from the past ten years was up for debate. Based on the track record of the anarchist group, Y/n likely someone they only unveiled as a last resort. Given what happened to the Four, they initially had the upper hand until Johnny heard the leader speak into a radio, “call in the asset.” 

Not even five minutes later, a stainless steel clamp caught his foot mid air and dragged him to the Earth. 

Then Sue was thrown into a flower shop, Reed’s arm got broken, and Ben was smashed into a brick wall by Y/n taking a light pole and using him as batting practice. 

So, they needed a plan. A good one. To ensure none of them lost their lives at the hands of a fucking super soldier. And that innocent people are not caught in the crossfire either. Easier said than done. 

What Johnny was not expecting, however, in their strategy plan was for Y/n to be the one to confront them two weeks later by breaking into Baxter’s Building in the middle of the night. Disabling their security system to sneak inside where Johnny found her in the living room when he was on his way to get a glass of warm milk. Freezing in the entryway as a resounding *click* filled his ears. 

“Don’t move,” her voice followed, causing every muscle in Johnny’s body to stiffen. He didn’t have to see Y/n’s face to know it was her. He recognized her silhouette in the darkness due to the moonlight peeking through the blinds. Then confirmation came upon her flicking the switch of the living room, Johnny’s gaze landing on a gun trained on him that had a nozzle so big it looked like a cannon. 

“You’re the one they call the Human Torch,” her hands and eyes never wavered, pinning him where he stood. “Johnny Storm, correct?” He didn’t know whether to answer or not, so he simply nodded. Slow, like a snail would. Y/n relaxed her posture, but didn’t lower the gun. “I’m here to warn you and your friends,” the tone of voice caught Johnny off guard. On one hand it was serious, but on another it was pleading, “you need to back off. Stop coming after the Anarchists--they are becoming impatient with you getting in their way. Things are going to escalate, and more people are going to get hurt as a result. So, I highly advise you to let them go.”

Johnny raised his hands up, taking a hesitant step forward and when she didn’t tighten her hands on the gun he sighed in relief. “You know we can’t do that.” Her face tightened, so hard he was sure a vein was visible. Johnny spoke cautiously as to not trigger her, “they are terrorists, Y/n. They’re hurting innocent people to fuel their agenda, and it has to stop.”

“You know my name?” He nodded, nervous at how she straightened her posture the second her name left his lips.  

“We know you were part of the Winter Soldier program that was wiped out ten years ago. We know you were labeled KIA, and your entire record was buried by the government to hide their role in what you did.” Johnny lowered his hands to show he was not a threat, even though she was glaring at him like he was, “but we don’t know how you survived or why you are with the group we’re after.” He contemplated saying the next words, but knew the team needed insight to her length of her suspected powers. “And don’t know what they did to you for you to become….” he trailed off, but it was enough for her to get the implication. 

Y/n’s breath hitched, biting the inside of her cheek as she slowly lowered the gun, placing it back in its holster. “All you need to know,” her voice went an octave lower, “is that the next time they let me loose won’t be child’s play. The first was just a warning,” Her jaw ticked, face consuming with both regret and shame, “it’s why you are all still alive.” 

Johnny’s face turned with confusion, disturbed by the statement and the suggestion that Y/n had no control over the matter. “What are--what are you saying?” 

“Look,” she strained like it physically hurt to be telling him these things. “I’m risking everything by coming here tonight. You and your friends seem like good people, who want to protect the world, and I admire that despite what you may think. I’ve given you every reason to believe I am a rogue soldier but that is far from the truth.” The way her eyes shined made his stomach turn. “I cannot guarantee the next time we meet if you continue to pursue the anarchists, that they won’t make me…” she trails off, unable to finish the sentence leaving Johnny perplexed. 

He attempts to reason with her, offering a comforting smile and ignoring the alarm bells in his head, “Y/n, I promise you can trust me--trust us. We can help you if you tell us what they have on you.” She shakes her head.

“You can’t.”

Johnny refused to accept her answer. “Please--.”

“They’ll know I snuck out any minute, I must go now,” she straightens, swallowing thickly and Johnny stiffens when she reaches into her pocket, where she removes a silver flash drive and gently places it on the coffee table closest to her. Then the gun is trained on him once more and Johnny gulps, stepping back with his hands raised as Y/n backtrails toward the glass windows he now realized was missing a plane. Must’ve been how she got into the building in the first place.

“Y/n….”

“Remember my warning, Mr. Storm,” one foot stands on the edge, hand not holding the gun retrieving an object holstered on her back. “Don’t let our paths cross again.” Another gun-shaped weapon raises out the window, Y/n releasing the trigger where a grappling hook shoots off in the opposite direction and she finally breaks eye contact with Johnny to jump off into the city. 

Wide-eyed, Johnny rushes to the window, catching himself on the edge and is shocked to find no trace of Y/n. She vanished out of thin air. With a huff, Johnny backed away from the open plane and ran his hands through his air. ‘What the fuck just happened?’ he kept thinking, trying to wrap his mind around the fact Y/n was right there. 

‘Oh shit, the flash drive.’ Johnny stumbled over to the coffee table, tripping on the rug as he snatched the damn thing and raced out of the living room to wake up his family. As expected, they were irritated to be woken up in the middle of the night, but that annoyance turned into dumbstruck at the revelation Y/n was in the building and gave Johnny a flash drive. 

Yeah, they were curious to say the least. 

Gathering in the conference room, Reed plugged the drive into the computer and geared up the projector. They hovered close to the monitor, not wanting to miss a single detail of whatever the device contained. And boy were they in for a shocker, because the contents of the drive would be ingrained in their memory forever. 

“Oh my God,” Sue whispered in horror. Frozen in her chair as she stared at the image of Y/n strapped and gagged onto a stretcher with dozens of needles attached to IVs containing blue liquid embedded into her skin, and electrodes taped to her head. Dated the month after her squadron was killed.

From beside Sue, Johnny matched her affright, “What the hell did they do to her?” 

“So far the subject does not appear to be negatively affected by the infusion of the serum into the blood,” a voice spoke through the speakers, sending chills along their arms. Serum? “Usually by now the subject's heart would cease--for the body is unable to handle the radiation and heavy dose of potassium.”

Johnny’s head spun with a sudden wave of nausea that if he’d been standing instead of sitting it would’ve put him on his knees. Consumed with disbelief by what he just heard. He was no stranger to radiation, but unlike the Four who were accidentally exposed to it in space, Y/n was intentionally injected with it along with a lethal dose of potassium. Infusing the chemicals in her blood to purposefully alter her DNA.

Reed stroked his jaw, frowning at the monitor, “No wonder they’ve kept her hidden all these years. She was the first.” 

Johnny narrowed his brows, heart skipping at the tone of Reed’s voice, “The first what?” 

“The first super soldier.”

An eeriness fell over the room as the footage continued. The date now months later, Y/n still strapped to a stretcher--this time with steel chains and not leather, and electrodes attached to her temples. “Now that we’ve successfully completed phase one, it is time to begin phase two.” A man spoke off camera while another approached Y/n to check her vitals. “The sequence of the selected words must be repeated in the order for which they were installed. Once all have been relayed, the subject conscious shall be restrained, and fully at the disposal of its handler.” 

All the blood drained from Johnny’s face as the temperature in the room dropped, sending a chilling blast amongst the Four. Not even his godly levels of heat Johnny produced helped. It was as though they were drowning in the Arctic circle. 

“Meadow…..Decimal….Skyscraper,” The voice off camera articulated each word slowly and clearly. And the Four witnessed with dread as Y/n began to convulse against the restraints. Whimpering against the gag around her mouth as she fought to escape. 

“Reed…” the blonde stammered, leaning in his chair as he gripped the arms so tight his knuckles turned white. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. 

“You said when she spoke to you,” Reed spoke an octave lower, becoming pale as his chest tightened and hands clammed up. “She seemed different. More in control of herself.”

“Nocturn….Alpine…”

“Yes,” Johnny murmured as his breath hitched, his worst fear coming alive. 

Y/n’s muffled screams grew louder, thrashing so hard the metal squeaked. “Omaha….Windmill…..” Johnny heard Ben swear under his breath when the woman started banging her head against the hard surface of the stretcher in a desperate attempt to keep a grip on her mind. “Inferno…” Johnny felt the need to throw up, not taking his eyes off the screen as he tried to get the words out of his mouth.

“Reed, did they---are they--?” 

“Ladder….”

Reed finished for him, saying the unfathomable reality they were now faced with. Why Y/n seemed to be a robot during their first meeting, but normal not even an hour ago. Reed’s voice interlaced with the man they now knew was her handler. 

“They’re controlling her.”

“Severance.”

Johnny yelped, landing on the mat with Y/n’s weight pinning him down as she straddled his hips. He doesn’t even attempt to throw her off, conceding with a sigh, “I yield.” Her beautiful smile that Johnny adored plastered on her lips, head tilting as she chuckled. 

“So quick to admit defeat?”

“Maybe I just like having you on top of me.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, but they were filled with amusement and Johnny smirked in victory considering she did not move. “Cheeky. That’ll get you killed, you know, if you’re not careful.” Johnny laughed, hands going to her waist where he let his thumbs skim over the skin showing from where her tank top came loose. 

“That’s why I have you there to save me.”

“And when I can’t be in two places at once?” she challenged, palms on his chest, feeling his warmth through the white t-shirt. 

Johnny playfully squeezed her, “Please, we both know we don’t let the other out of their sight.” 

“Touché,” Y/n laughed, leaning down to kiss his cheek before hauling herself off despite his protests. 

“Come back.”

Y/n slapped his hands away giggling as they reached for her, standing up straight and gesturing for him to follow. “You know the rules, Storm. Condition then cool down and then you can get your hands on me.” Johnny moved faster than the speed of light, pushing off the mat to stand. 

Together they did their normal conditioning routine. Five reps of five exercises. 10 Pushups that went into minute long planks. 10 Crunches that turned into 10 V-ups and 10 sit ups for a total of 50 altogether of each exercise. They ran sprints. Then ended with a ten-minute cool-down stretch. 

Once they were done they were out of breath and sweaty, desperate for a hot shower and food. Right on time too because as they went to retrieve their bags, Y/n tossing Johnny a towel to wipe the moisture off his forehead, Sue entered the gym. Smiling at the two as she said, “Oh good you guys are done for the day. Reed and Ben were thinking of oven roast chicken and vegetables with rolls for supper. Are you okay with that?”

“As long as it’s paired with a nice glass of chardonnay,” Y/n mused, screwing the top of her water bottle in place. 

Sue playfully rolled her eyes, amused by the joke considering they were all aware alcohol did nothing to Y/n. The serum unfortunately did not allow her to get drunk if she pleased. Still, Sue went along with the jest, “I’ll pour you the finest glass we have, Y/n. It’ll change your life.” 

The soldier winked, dropping the bottle in her bag and sliding her bare feet into her slides. “You always know the way to my heart, Storm.” Suddenly her vision was obscured by the same white towel she had given Johnny. “Hey!” 

“That’s enough flirting you two,” he scolded, tone lacking any anger. “For one, you’re married,” he pointed at his sister. “And two,” his finger moved to Y/n. “You’re also married. To me in case you’ve forgotten.” 

Y/n snorted, matching Sue’s amused expression and wrapped an arm around Johnny’s waist while the other hauled the strap of her bag on her shoulder. “Alright, baby, let’s get the hell out of here. I recall you promising me a night on the town after dinner?” She felt his arm go around her shoulders, pulling her close to them as they followed Sue out of the gym, lips attaching to her temple.

“Prepare yourself, darling, for the best night of your life.”

Y/n’s face turned serious, staring at him with a look that made his heart race. It was full of devotion, the type of love one dreams for with the person they were meant to be partners in life. Like when there’s a star in the night sky shining brighter than all the others one can’t help but stop and stare. 

“Every night is the best night with you,” she interlaced her fingers with the hand resting on her shoulder. “Ever since you saved me from them and gave me the chance when the world told you not to, I’ve cherished every minute spent with you. The serum might have made me strong, but you are my strength, Johnny Storm.”

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Johnny is ok at being a hero, he’s good at extreme sports and he’s a god at sex, but feelings- he can’t do those

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, FWB to lovers, angst, shower sex, Johnny’s a bit of an asshole, I accidentally wrote Johnny as an American Jamie Tartt and I can’t find myself getting mad at it, fluff

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“Holy fuck this pussy is goddamn magical.” Johnny groaned into your shoulder, his teeth sinking into your delicate skin. Cold water rolled down your body, the hot water having long been used up. His thick cock buried to the hilt inside you, his hands firmly planted on your wide hips as he drove into you.

“Johnny I love you.” You moaned. Your back arched as yet another orgasm began to build in your stomach. You reached back for him but only succeeded in skimming his abs with the tips of your fingers. He retaliated by punching into your cunt even harder, forcing your naked chest into the chilled shower tiles and away from him.

“Jesus, loosen up, you’re squeezing me so tight.” He groaned through gritted teeth. Heat began to grow behind you and Johnny’s cock somehow got even hotter inside of you. His right hand released your hip and captured your clit between his fingers, strumming you desperately to your end. “Fuck!”

Heat exploded deep within you and drove you over the edge. “God baby.” You moaned and slumped forward, letting your body relax underneath the cool spray of water.

“Damn baby, that was a good one.” Johnny slapped your plump ass in a friendly manor and pulled out of you. 

You winced at the feel of his release escaping you as you stood up straight, letting the water wash your previous activities away. “Yeah it was.” You dismissed. Johnny raised a brow at you as you walked past him, grabbing one of his very expensive white towels on the way out. 

“Where are you off to? Got some hot date?” He teased, trailing behind you. You didn’t even glance at him while you grabbed your clothes.

“No but you do. Diamond has been dying to finally get under you.” You sneered her name as you pulled on your panties. He scoffed.

“So what, it’s not like I’m actually dating you.” You froze, your stomach dropping.

“Yeah, I know.” You slipped on your sweater and grabbed the rest of your things. “Goodbye Johnny.” And this time, your goodbye actually sounded real.

——————

Johnny stared at his phone like it had offended him. “What’s up your ass today?” Ben planted himself in his reinforced chair across from the younger man, coffee cup in hand. Johnny just glared at him.

“Y/N’s been ignoring him for a week now.” Sue sat next to her little brother, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. 

“What did you do?” A murderous gaze levelled at him.

“I didn’t do anything!” Johnny retorted with a whine. A notification lit up his phone and he immediately abandoned the conversation in favour of grabbing his phone. He let out a sigh of disappointment, it was just a message from yet another one night stand.

Even without eyebrows, Ben’s brow raised. Johnny crumpled. “I didn’t do anything.” He muttered almost shamefully. “She just left my place the other day and hasn’t called me back even though I’ve texted her like 20 times! That’s 19 more times than I usually do!”

Richard suddenly appeared behind his wife. “And we ask again, what did you ‘not’ do?” 

Johnny sighed heavily and slumped over the table. He propped his chin up on the counter, staring off into nothing. “I thought she didn’t mean it, I mean I was in the middle of blowing her back out!” The others winced but he continued. “She said she loved me.”

“And did you say it back?” Sue asked. The silence was all the answers they needed.

“And you’re still seeing other people?” Again there was silence but he nodded.

“And is she?” He shook his head.

“You’re a fucking idiot and you most definitely do not deserve a good woman like that.” Ben slammed his palm on the table, shaking the ground with the force. “Absolute piece of shit, can’t believe how stupid he is.” Ben muttered as he walked away.

Sue and Richard watched him go before turning back to the youngest member of the group. “Johnny, you know what she’s ignoring you. You broke her heart and I think it’s now breaking yours.” She squeezed her brother’s shoulder. “And I agree with Ben, you kind of deserve it.”

“But, maybe you can fix this.” Richard spoke up. “It’s never too late if you really do love her.”

Johnny glanced at his brother-in-law sceptically. “But I don’t love her. I mean I guess I like having her around. She’s incredible in bed and she makes these pancakes that are out of this world. And when she sleeps next to me, I sleep better than I ever have. And when she smiles at me, I get this weird feeling in my stomach. And sometimes when I’m out shopping I look at rings. But that means nothing!” He paused and looked at Sue. “Right?”

She just looked at him, her eyes softening. “Right?”

Sue laid a kiss to the side of his head. “I think you know the answer to that already.”

——————

The bottle of red was halfway gone when the knock on your door came. You groaned and forced yourself up from your extremely comfortable couch, stumbling only once as you made your way to the door.

“What are you doing here?” The one and only Johnny Storm stood on your doorstep looking like a lost puppy.

He looked at you with those huge blue eyes that had made you fall into his bed more times than you could count. “I was an asshole.”

“Yes you were.”

“And I shouldn’t have ignored your feelings like that.”

“Correct.”

“And I shouldn’t have let you walk out that door because you are by far the best thing that has ever happened to me. So I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry and that I- shit c’mon. I looo- I can’t say it but you know what I mean.” You raised an eyebrow at him causing Johnny to sigh.

“Ok well I can’t say that but I do feel it. You’re absolutely amazing and a complete bombshell. And when I’m around you, I can be myself, not Johnny Storm, not the Human Torch, just me. You have been by my side through so much, even before we started sleeping together, which was a great decision by the way cause we are fucking awesome at sex.” You couldn’t help but smile and agree with the sentiment. “You’re my person, you are my home, you always have been. So yeah, there’s that.”

He shrugged almost sadly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “This doesn’t fix everything, you know that right?” His shoulder’s fell along with his expression.

“But what you said does mean a lot to me, so you can come in if you want to but you stay at least five feet away from me at all times. You have a lot of grovelling to do before you’re allowed back in.” You emphasised. Johnny perked up and bounced up the steps, giving you a peck on the cheek as he passed. You allowed the affection and slipped in behind him, a little smile on your face.

Johnny was buried between your thighs barely 15 minutes later.

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Summary:

"Are you two gonna fight or fuck?" Wade asked. "Because it's getting a little too hard to tell here."

Reed went on a rescue mission. Victor wanted to go home. Logan fought against an urge to stick his claws into someone's gut, and Wade was being Wade.

DoomReed fic featuring Deadpool and Wolverine (and Johnny Storm)!!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Fantastic Four Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Johnny Storm Characters: Peter Parker, Johnny Storm, Susan Storm, Reed Richards, Ben Grimm Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Puppy Love, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Johnny is a giant Spider-Man fanboy, overprotective Fantastic Four, Misunderstandings, teenage spideytorch Summary:

Spider-Man is a relatively new, controversial vigilante, and Johnny has a crush the size of the Empire Building. The Four - operating under the assumption that Spidey is an adult - do not approve.

 “I just happen to think Spider-Man's cool,” Johnny says, matter-of-factly. “A hero can think another hero is cool without making it weird. I admire his aloofness. And his badass-ness.”

“His aloofness,” Ben repeats, chuckling into his mug of beer. It’s roughly the size of Johnny’s head. “Yeah, sure, I bet that’s all your admire, right?”

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𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚

part 1 of 🌧️welcome to hell🌧️

summary - you begin to spiral as you are betrayed by the two people in your life, causing you to question if everything was a lie.

warning - ANGST, !SMUT BUT CHEATING!, heavily detailed cheating, heartbreak, betrayal, bad thoughts, swearing.

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part 2

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Do you remember the pain of your crush rejecting you? The pain of a man you like, liking someone else? The pain of your boyfriend leaving you for someone else? Or the pain that you feel when you find out your partner is cheating on you? The pain that only love seems to cause. Because you know that pain extremely well, that pain has only embraced you recently. Like a flame wrapping around your body, slowly slithering inside of you, and burning your insides. That afternoon STILL haunts you, no matter how many times you try to push it out of your mind; the thoughts, the touches, the feel, the smell, everything is still so alive and killing you inside. It was the day you understood how powerful love could be if used improperly. You understood why so many people were afraid, why so many protected themselves against it. Some people don’t change… They just find new ways to lie. 

Your best friend, Sarah, who you had known since you both were five, your mum’s having met while watching you on the playground, watching how you both clicked. Your bond had only grown stronger the older you got. Had come into town after having planned to hang out for much needed girl time and you had invited her to stay at yours and Johnny’s house.

You were rushing around the house ensuring that everything was set up, even though Johnny had told you everything was done. You huff. “Baby, are you sure everything is ready and perfect?” You asked your husband, your fingers entangled with one another from nerves as you played with them. 

Your husband was Johnny Storm, famous ex–playboy. When you had met him. He was annoying, he was hilarious, he was the world’s biggest arsehole, he made you want to scream, he would ruin your day and save it at the last minute, he drove you crazy, he was out of his mind, you hated his guts, and he was everything you wanted. Somehow, you made it work. You had thought he changed.

Johnny grins, pulling you into him causing you to sink into his hold. “Yeah, babe. It’s going to be fine. Why are you stressing so much?”

You shrugged, biting on your bottom lip. “I haven’t seen her in a while. I just want everything to be perfect. I want her to feel at home.” Oh, how those words would come back to bite you on the arse. 

He kisses the top of your head, “She will, babe. Don’t worry.” 

Once everything was sorted and checked about twenty times. You hear a car pull up and quickly head towards the door and as you swing it open, arms wrap around you and pull you into a hug. You both squeal, squeezing each other. Your chin rests on her shoulder, eyes closed and smiling. Yet, her eyes were open and set on your husband with a smirk. You pull back, smiling brightly as she mimics yours. “I’ve missed you so much! I’m so glad you could make it!”

Sarah licks her lips, eyes flickering over to Johnny’s before going back to yours. “I wasn’t going to miss this opportunity!” You didn’t know that her words seemed to have a double meaning. You helped her with her bags, leading her over to the guest room which is next to yours and Johnny’s. The two of you chatting away as you catch up, your voice filled with such happiness, such pure joy. 

The afternoon rolled around, and you both decided to start getting ready, after spending the day in the pool before dinner, you both desperately needed to wash the chlorine off. You let her shower first while you picked out your outfits, once she was done, a small towel tightly wrapped around her body. You headed into the bathroom, her close behind so that she could do her makeup. It had become a routine that you had grown used to growing up together. Neither of you were bothered by it. 

You stripped once you had turned the shower on and ensured it was hot enough, when it was, you got in, the heat caused steam to coat the glass, making it foggy and hard to see through. You could only make out blurry shapes and Sarah’s fuzzy figure. You decided to take a longer shower, dinner wasn’t until later and you wanted to make sure everything was properly shaved, washed, and rinsed. 

You were so zoned out while lathering yourself with soap that you didn’t notice Johnny sneaking into the bathroom and standing behind your best friend. His arms moved around her body as he began pressing kisses onto her exposed flesh. He pressed his bulge into her towel covered arse, groaning quietly. Sarah leans back into him, covering her mouth as he bends her over the counter slightly, lifting one of her legs onto it. “Keep doing your makeup, babygirl.” Johnny grunts quietly, running his fingers through her soaked cunt. 

You moved under the water, sighing as it hit you, watching the soap roll of your body. Johnny’s head turns as he checks to make sure you haven’t noticed. His hand strokes up and down his hardened member before he slides into your best friend’s cunt. His gaze turns back to hers, watching as her mouth falls open. He smirks, thrusting all the way in as he leans close, whispering into her ear, making sure to keep their eyes connected. “You missed feeling me inside you, didn’t you? You’ve gotten so fucking tight, such a good girl for me.” She moans softly, rocking back into him. Johnny bites his lip as his thrusts pick up, the rush of being caught fucking his wife’s best friend makes him so fucking hard. He wondered if you would catch them, wondered how you’d react.

His eyes roll back at the thought, hands gripping Sarah’s hips tightly as he pounds into her harder. “Fuck, babygirl. I’m gonna fuck you so much while you’re here. Gonna pump you so full, make up for lost time.” One hand leaves her hip and moves up to her hair, gripping a fistful, pulling her back against him, she still tries to apply her makeup as he fucks into her harder and faster. Her eyes flutter, desperately trying to make sure she doesn’t screw up anything, her mouth falls open as Johnny begins to pound into her sweet spot, her hand drops and she grips onto the counter, pushing back into him, meeting his thrusts. “What a little slut.” He grips her hair tighter, nipping a sensitive spot on her neck, groaning when he feels her tighten around him. “You like getting fucked by your best friend’s husband while she’s in the room, huh? Like being my dirty girl?” 

Their heads snap over when you open the shower door slightly, their movements not stopping, Johnny only fucks into her faster, a shiver rushing through him at the thought of your eyes connecting with theirs, watching him ruin your childhood friend. 

You grab a small cloth to rub some shampoo out of your eyes, not noticing the two in the room. You close the door and go to continue your shower until a moan cut through the air. Your brows furrow, wondering if you imagined it or if someone really did moan. Your question is answered as the moan is followed by a muffled shut up and you begin to focus on the glass, squinting to try and see who is making the noise.

Johnny growls lowly, his hand covers Sarah’s mouth, cupping it roughly as he fucks into her faster. His other hand slides between her and the counter before finding her swollen clit, rubbing it. Their eyes focused on each other’s as he rests his chin on her shoulder. He fucks and looks at her so intimately, more intimately than his own wife. Johnny’s thrusts become rougher and sloppier as he feels his end approaching. He had missed her sweet, tight cunt. Leaning forward, he whispers. “You better fucking take my cum and keep it in you while you are with my wife, I want to see it still there when I come into your room tonight. Understand, slut?” Sarah whimpers, fucking herself onto him as she nods.

Your eyes widen and tears immediately fill them as you see the figures through the glass. You had wiped some of the steam off only to see your husband fucking your best friend and your hand shoots up quickly to cover your mouth as you try and muffle the sob that tries to escape. You couldn’t pull your eyes away, no matter how much you wanted to. It was like watching a car wreck, you wanted to look away but no matter what your eyes would not stray. You felt sick, your stomach twisted and your heart broke. They didn’t seem to care that you were in the same room, that you could catch them at any moment. You DID catch them…

Johnny grunts, fucking deep into her soft cunt. He feels his tip twitch and his balls tighten, she felt like heaven to him. “I’m going to cum, babygirl. You gonna be a good girl and obey me?” She nods and he lets go, burying his cock deep inside of her, his cum spurting out and painting her walls white. His head falls back, cock still twitching as cum continues to leak from his tip, his hand still rubbing her clit as she cums around him, squeezing his thick cock with her tight walls. With a groan, he slides out of her and tucks himself away. “Good girl.” 

Sarah spins around and smiles, she gets on her tippy toes and places a rough kiss on his lips, as though she was claiming what was hers. His arms wrap around her, pulling her closer as he deepens the kiss. Johnny pulls back, smiling down at her with a look not even you had seen. With a wink, he leaves the bathroom and Sarah rushes to fix herself, trying to make it look like nothing happened while you sit broken on the shower floor. 

You pull your knees close to your chest as silent sobs slip from your lips and your eyes close. You couldn’t get the image out of your head, them fucking and kissing was engraved into your brain. You don’t want to think about it, but you know deep down that this was probably not the first time, especially with how comfortable and familiar they already seemed with each other. Your throat clenches as the need to throw up hits you, you gulp as you try to stop it. 

“Hey! You nearly done? We gotta get ready or we’re gonna be late!” Sarah’s voice cuts through the rushing water and the tower of thoughts filling your mind.

“Y–” You clear your throat, trying to get rid of the quiver that attaches itself to your voice. “Yeah!” You reply, not having the strength to say anything else. You watch through the glass as she leaves the bathroom, probably to get dressed or fuck your husband again. The thought causes another wave of tears to fall, how had your life turned upside down so fast? You quickly finish up, not daring to go close to the area they were. You could see there was some cum still on the floor and it had made you feel like throwing up again. You couldn’t bother with makeup at this point, you hurriedly got out of that room and into your bedroom.

You could hear the game on downstairs as well as Johnny’s shouts, so you guessed that he was down there and your supposed best friend was here, in your room… Where you sleep next to your husband, falling asleep to whispered, ‘I love you’s’. The clothes you had picked out for her were already on and showing off an extreme amount of skin. You could’ve sworn those clothes were bigger. “Finally! How do I look?” She turns, hands on her hips. 

You had to pull yourself out of your thoughts when she spoke, you could feel yourself slipping. You swallow and nod your head. “...Great.” How were you supposed to act around her now? She was staying for the weekend, and it seemed they probably weren’t going to stop. Was this why Johnny hadn’t slept with you since your wedding? Your eyes widened as you thought back, you hoped your thoughts were wrong, prayed even. “Uh… I might have to cancel for tonight.” You cough, hands falling to your stomach as you put on your well–practiced sick face, you had to play it out that you felt sick. Which wasn’t really a lie… “I think I might’ve come down with something… Or the food I ordered last night might’ve not been so good…” 

Sarah pouts. “Well, that sucks.” She looks down at her clothes. “I don’t really want this outfit to go to waste though, do you mind–?” You shake your head, wanting, NEEDING her to leave. If it were any other situation, you would’ve questioned her selfishness and lack of care, but it really just made sense on why she was fucking your husband. Your grip on your towel tightened as you held it closer to you, following her out as she leaves. You didn’t miss the way Johnny looked at her or how she smirked at him. Has it always been like this? Were you really that blind? You quickly utter a bye before hurrying past your husband without sparing him a look. 

But you weren’t so lucky. “Aren’t you supposed to be going with her?” He had followed you, watching as you slipped your pyjamas on. You didn’t like him seeing you naked, not that you now knew you weren’t the only one. You hadn’t looked at him once, but he didn’t seem to care.

“I… I felt sick so she went herself.” You chewed on your bottom lip to the point it began to bleed, but before Johnny could see, you sucked your lip into your mouth. You crawled into your bed, suddenly feeling dirty as you peered down at it. Had he brought others into it? Was it tainted like your marriage? You quickly shook off the thought and laid down, curling into the mattress, and pulling the blankets closer to you. You needed to think and cry, you didn’t know what to do. Your life had just been flipped upside down and you had no one else, where would you go if you left him? Have other wives felt this? Had they stayed until they had things sorted or left and figured it out on the way? Johnny nods, shrugging before he leaves. How could he switch up so fast? You didn’t sleep with each other, but he still at least gave you a kiss or made it seem like he cared. Was it all an act until she got here? Or did he care but she had clouded his mind? 

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Fireproof Series Masterlist || Johnny Storm x Reader

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Series summary: you and Johnny weren't supposed to get along. You were the exact opposite of each other. While he was loud and outgoing, you were quiet and introverted. He loved to be the center of attention and you actively made efforts not to be. He had made a name for himself as one of the biggest players on campus while you stood out for your academic achievements. You hated guys like Johnny, and he had no reason to associate with people like you since you rarely shared spaces. And yet, against all odds, you were able to forge a solid friendship. In fact it was the contrast that made the two of you work so well. You called out his bullshit and he pointed out yours. You were a good influence on each other, no one could deny that. It was a perfect relationship, you knew all the bad things about each other and still chose one another....

But what happens when romantic feelings start to flourish?

This series is a collection of one shots that will give you a glimpse inside Johnny and y/n's complicated relationship.

Warnings: slow burn, friends to lovers, mutual pining, a bit of angst, fluff, lots of cliches (like seriously, I was kinda playing the game of how many cliches can I put in the same story? lol) 2000s teen flick/ rom com coded (so I guess it’s a bit cheesy? read at your own risk!), FEMALE READER

This fic starts a bit before the events of the first Fantastic Four movie, when reader and Johnny are in college (but it gets to the movies don’t worry!)

English is not my first language

Author’s Note: I recently rewatched the old Fantastic Four movies and I had so much fun I just had to write something for Johnny. Yes it's terrible plot wise but I love the early 2000s vibes of it. So I tried to keep a bit if that vibe with very overused tropes/scenes and stereotypical characters (yk like the annoying popular girl, the playful fuck boy love interest with a heart of gold and the ‘I'm not like other girls’ main character). I have a soft spot for those kinds of stories and I thought Johnny was perfect for it! I tried to keep a balance as to not make it too over the top, I hope I did a good job

The idea for this fic is to make a sort of collection of separate one-shots that show different moments in Johnny and reader’s relationship, if that makes sense. I have most of the story planned and written, but it is not completely closed. What do I mean by that? That I have a beginning, conflict and ending thought out, but that doesn't mean that once I post those parts the story is over. 

I'm structuring this fic more as plot points than anything else (i.e. how they meet, when they have their first kiss, what the big love confession is like, stuff like that). Beause of that, there are parts of the timeline of the relationship that aren't shown. And that leaves me time to imagine a lot of things, if that makes sense? So if I have a random idea about a silly thing that happens between them in the middle of "the plot" (or if you guys think of something!), I can add it and expand the context without changing the whole story.

ALL PUBLISHED PARTS:

Part 1: First Impressions

Part 2: Second Chances

Part 3: {COMING SOON}

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if u guys wants to read a Chris Evans fanfic u can see my story “Mutuals” on wattpad by “messils83” <3

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Made up fic title: Cookies & Classics

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Okay it took me a while because I had two plots in my mind and I could not really decide between the two.

First is a fluffy one. Ransom has to meet Harlan at his publishing house but his grandfather asked him to go and pick up a Boston Cream pie from a new small bakery. He meets reader who is a curvy and bubbly woman that he can't help snapping at. Later that day, as he goes back home, he notices her reading in a park. She has a copy of "Wuthering Heights" in her hands and as a fan of classic literature, Ransom has to share his views on this book. Soon enough, they bond over their love of literature and Ransom finds any excuse for visiting her bakery and tasting all the baked goods she is making. It takes hime quite some time to woo her (because he still is an asshole) but they might become something more and it's his turn to show how he can make a nice Boston cream pie too hehe.

Second is an angsty one. I imagine two friends sharing once a month a movie night that they call "Cookies & Classics". Reader is a fan of old Hollywood movies and she shares this passion with her childhood friend. Each month, they spend one night watching movies and eating cookies. Well, that is until he gets a girlfriend and completely forgets about movie nights. Worse, she finds out that he shared that with his girlfriend. She is completely heartbroken. I don't know if the character is the friend in question who might redeem himself later or if he is a nice colleague with whom she bonds later with over her passion. Character could be Johnny Storm or Bucky Barnes.

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I Am Back From My Break!

So! Here's my plan!

I'll be slowly getting back into writing again, starting off with the requests that have been requested before and during my break. After that I will start with my poll fics LINK HERE, and my Superman/Clark Kent series along with those! And feel free to send in requests!

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So! Here are the upcoming fics/posts! (Descriptions for the upcoming fics down below!)

Fics That Have Been Requested (In My Asks And Not Polls)

Almost Eye To Eye - Heath Ledger Joker X GN (Tall) Reader by @Anon

Under The Christmas Tree - Sirius Black X Female (Wife) Reader - Post-Azkaban by @Anon

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Superman Fic - Waiting For Superman 1/10 or more chapters (possibly) Coming Soon

Erik Destler X GN Reader - Mini Angst/Mostly Fluff - Modern AU; A deep voice sings each night, a haunting song unlike any you've heard at the recording studio where you work the security nightshift. Each night, you listen and fall in love until one moonless night you seek its origin, finding a handsome ghost, Erik Destler, who wishes he had tasted true requited love before death stole him away.

Richard Grayson X GN Reader - Slight Angst/Fluff - Meeting The Family/Engaged; Newly engaged and beyond happy, your fiancé, Richard Grayson's preparing to bring you home for the holidays to meet his family for the very first time. So far, the two of you have had an idyllic relationship, but the true test will come when Bruce and the many, many siblings come into the picture and dredge up the past.

Pedro Pascal X Female Reader - Slight Angst/Fluff - Hades And Persephone AU; With the power of spring and flowers, you enjoy the wonders and beauty of nature. Wandering out of you home and beyond the boarders of you kingdom, you stumble upon a dark wood, and curiosity got the best of you. You got lost, of course, having never been in the forbidden woods before. In the shadows, you spotted a figure, who walked out, dressed in dark clothing. He was tall, dark, mysterious, and incredibly charming. And when he offered you a pomegranate, you couldn't asy no... After all, you were pretty hungry.

Jack Daniels X Female Reader - Slight Angst/Mostly Fluff - Royalty/maybe 1800s Regency period AU; As the youngest of seven sisters, you are told to wait your turn for marriage, but you can't help but fall for a handsome gentleman, Lord Jack Daniels, who comes to town on business. You decide to pursue him even though your mother has been eyeing him for sister, Adelaide, number five.

Harry Osborn X GN Reader - Mostly Angst/Fluff - Vampire AU; You used to be in love with a vampire, Harry Osborn. But you were just eighteen, and your emotions were running high and didn't really know any better; letting your admiration and love for him engulf you. You broke it off with him before you left for college. But, after a while, you noticed people were going missing, blood drained from bodies in alleyways on campus... And you new boyfriend had gone missing as well. You had a theory on what... Or who was causing all the havoc, and it was time to grab your wooden stake and end it once and for all... You just hoped you could resist his irresistible charm.

Johnny Storm X Female Reader - Slight Angst/Mostly Fluff - Single Mom AU; You're a single mom who works two full-time jobs to make ends meet. The new manager, Johnny Storm at your second job asks you out on a date. He's hot, kind, and perfect, but your son hates him and shows that in many humorous ways. Will love blossom or wither under your son's disapproving gaze?

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Schitt's Creek, Marvel (Comics), Marvel 616, Fantastic Four, Fantastic Four (Comicverse) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Johnny Storm, (temporary) Twyla Sands/Johnny Storm, (temporary) Alexis Rose/Johnny Storm, Twyla Sands & Johnny Storm, Ronnie Lee & Johnny Storm, Jocelyn Schitt & Johnny Storm, Patrick Brewer/David Rose Characters: Johnny Storm, Roland Schitt, Ronnie Lee, Jocelyn Schitt, Twyla Sands, David Rose (Schitt's Creek), Patrick Brewer, Alexis Rose, Stevie Budd, Susan Storm (Fantastic Four), Reed Richards, Ben Grimm, Peter Parker, Victor von Doom Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Schitt's Creek AU, Rose Apothecary (Schitt's Creek), Twyla's Café Tropical (Schitt's Creek), Twyla Sands' Freckles, Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Johnny Storm Needs a Hug, Bisexual Johnny Storm, Johnny Storm Gets Found Familied, I've been hyperfixating on both of these so I wrote the crossover, Peter and Johnny are endgame but Peter's not really in this much until the end, Johnny Storm Loses His Powers, Depowered Johnny Storm Summary:

After an argument with his family and Peter Parker, his fiance, Johnny Storm flies off and accidentally convinces a cosmic being to erase him and his powers from reality.

Johnny unwittingly finds himself in Schitt's Creek six months later. With no one on Earth remembering him, Johnny is trying to get back on his feet and figure out who he is without his powers and family. But, it's harder than he would like considering he is surrounded by eccentric personalities and haunted by the memory of the people who have forgotten him.

It will take time, but with the help of people like Twyla, Ronnie, Patrick, and Jocelyn, Johnny will learn that this small town might have more to offer him than he initially assumes.

Hey guys, if you haven’t noticed, I’ve been reblogging a lot of Johnny Storm and SpideyTorch content recently. I’ve been hardcore hyperfixating, reading all the Fantastic Four comics from 1961 to now, and living in the feels.

To fix this, I tried binging Schitt’s Creek, but that just led me to daydreaming about Johnny Storm in Schitt’s Creek. So, after some lovely pestering from @robster1138, I decided to actually write this fic.

I know it’s a pretty niche fic and probably won’t get much attention, but it is the first fanfic that I decided to actually publish rather than horde in secret. I hope you give it a chance and enjoy!

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