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power couple — johnny storm x fem!reader

summary: you return from tour with a brand new mindset. no more johnny storm. which, of course, means that whatever happened between you is completely over...right? right?

pairing: johnny storm x popstar!fem!reader

word count: 9.7k (i'm not even sorry)

tags: +18 content, past relationship (casual), superhuman!reader, dazzler inspired, flirting, johnny annoys and turns you on, a lot of commitment issues from reader's part, reader doesn't like superheros or the F4, reader has an attitude, there's plot before the smut (shocking), nicknames (baby, good girl), kissing, dry humping, hickeys, nipple play (very brief), oral (f receiving), softdom!johnny kinda, unprotected piv (remember to wrap it up folks!), creampie, angsty ending, i haven't written smut in a while so bare with me, english is my second language!

a comment and/or reblog is always appreciated!

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Camera flashes almost blind you as you try your best to smile and wave at the crowds screaming your name. There’s a large banner outside the building with your face on it, announcing the special event to the entirety of New York City– their beloved superstar is back!

Whether it’s your undeniable charisma, the stage presence, the pop girl aesthetic, your powerful voice or just a mix of all the above, it seems like everyone is head over heels for you. Especially this city, which was lucky enough to see you take your first steps to become the worldwide star you are today.

The Mayor has been organizing this event for months now, calculating the end of your world tour to greet you back in New York for a much deserved ‘Star of the City’ award. Only the greatest, most influential people born and raised in this city have received it, and today you're officially one of them.

Definitely not your words, but…you’re an icon. You're in every radio station, every magazine, every billboard. Just everywhere. People can't seem to get enough of you and your unique talents. Some haters might say that you're just receiving recognition for your ‘special effects’ on stage and, whether they're right or not, it doesn't take away the fact that you're probably the most famous pop star at the moment.

The ‘Star of the City’ is a recognition you’ve been dreaming to receive ever since you were a little girl who only wanted to become a successful singer. Granted, you’ve accomplished way bigger things than receiving this award by now, but it means a lot more than any other, so you’re very excited and proud to be receiving it today.

New York watched you grow. From being a nobody occasionally singing at local bars to filling the biggest stadiums in the world. This city means a lot more than you could express, and that award means everything to that little girl that still can’t believe she made her dream come true.

One of the organizers politely informs you that you have to get inside the venue. Much to the crowd’s dismay, they watch you pose for a few more photos before blowing kisses to all of them as a final goodbye. Security guards surround you at all times until you enter the building. Inside you see the usual– politicians, press, celebrities and…

Shit.

You pretend you don’t see them in their silly light blue outfits with that ‘4’ engraved in their costumes, as if they couldn’t possibly be more obnoxious. The thought of having to sustain a conversation with any of them for longer than a few seconds feel like the worst torture imaginable.

You’re no stranger to The Fantastic Four, unfortunately. The five of you have a lot of things in common. Not only the colorful outfits and the admiration of the public, but also that extra element. The ‘super’ element.

The one difference? You use that talent for drastically different things. They save the world, you put on a show on stage.

And you’re very respectful about their world-saving. It’s admirable, really. The one thing that annoys the shit out of you is that they don’t seem to respect your line of work at all. Any chance they get, they (but mostly Reed Richards) start going on and on about how you could be doing the same thing as them. As if being a superhero is something you desire.

You’re good with your microphone and musical instruments. It’s not like you’re constantly telling them to start a band and follow your footsteps! Who the hell do they think they are to force you to do anything?

Yes, you can do amazing things. Your voice can quite literally heal and hypnotize people. You actually shine like a star on stage and you don’t have to worry about backup dancers when your other you’s can join you for the choreography while you focus on hitting the notes just right. And that’s only scratching the surface, because you’re pretty sure that you could do a lot more with your special vocal chords if you start exploring the full extent of your abilities.

But you won’t, because you are not interested in any of that. With what you know is more than enough to put up the perfect show. If people need superheroes, they have The Fantastic Dorks.

“There she is!” you hear the Mayor excitedly calling behind you. Turning around, you watch as the old man approaches you and politely extends a hand for a handshake. Immediately you can tell that's something's off about him. Just a weird vibe. Not genuine at all. Very politician material. “We’re so happy to have you back!”

“I’m glad to be back,” you reply, accepting his handshake. “And I’m incredibly grateful for this recognition.”

“Oh, you deserve it! You’re so talented at what you do, it’s our honor to extend this prize to you.” There’s a brief pause, and you watch as he awkwardly fakes a cough before waving at his assistant to join the two of you. “I hope you wouldn’t mind signing something for my daughters? They’re such great fans of yours.”

You watch as his assistant hands him two copies of your recent album and a marker. “I’d love to! What are their names?”

You sign each album with a small message to thank the girls for their support, writing their names before finishing each note with your signature. The Mayor has a grin from ear to ear, thanking you over and over as he hands the copies back to his assistant, barely even bothering to look at the poor guy.

Faking a smile, you tilt your head to the side. “Perhaps showing a little gratitude for your assistant wouldn’t hurt.”

The Mayor’s smile drops, but he knows better than to ever try to go against you, so he immediately turns towards the assistant and finally has the decency to look the guy in the eye and thank him. The assistant nods, immediately turning towards you with a smile, as if silently thanking you for the gesture.

You offer him a little wink before excusing yourself to walk away.

Immediately wanting to find a distraction, you head towards the large tables filled with food for the guests at the ceremony. People around you greet and congratulate you, and being the centre of attention comes so naturally to you that you just handle every approach with your usual charm and grace.

Finally reaching the food, you don’t think twice before grabbing one of the little cocktail sandwiches, signaling the beginning of your taste test of all the appetizers that stand before you.

Too lost in the food, you realize way too late that the one person you would like to avoid the most tonight is making his way towards you.

“Don’t,” you immediately say when he's standing before you, raising your hand up to signal him to stay quiet.

“So you’re still bitter,” is all he says back to that.

“Is that what you tell yourself to boost your fragile little ego? That I’m bitter?”

He smirks, which inevitably makes you even more annoyed. “I don’t need to tell myself anything. Your reaction says it all.”

It’s a real shame that your initial interest for the food immediately disappears, already wanting to get as far from this table as possible if it means staying away from him. “I’m sorry to ruin whatever story you made up in your head, Johnny, but I never cared about you like you might’ve convinced yourself to think,” you reply, faking an apologetic tone as if you care to hurt his feelings. “You were never that special.”

“Ouch. And here I was thinking you and I had a real connection.”

His tone is insufferably sarcastic, immediately making you roll your eyes.

Perhaps you and Johnny Storm have a few other things in common. It was a mistake, obviously. A mistake that you kept repeating until your world tour came up as the perfect opportunity to completely escape from whatever that impending disaster was. You know better than to indulge in dangerous games with the world's most beloved womanizer. Nope. You refuse to keep wasting your time on stupid men who have absolutely no idea what they want.

It was fun until it wasn't.

“I’m sure you'll get over it.”

He completely ignores your comment, scanning you up and down. “Cute dress,” he says, and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes again because you know him. You know how he acts when he wants to get your attention. It's very easy to read right in between the lines.

“Cute boots,” you snap back without any hesitation, hinting at his superhero attire, visibly unamused.

Johnny can't help but laugh, pausing briefly before pushing even further. “You're so hot when you get snappish.”

You simply stare back at him, because fuck is he getting on your nerves right now. What on Earth possessed you to sleep with him in the first place? Sure, he's handsome and all…until he opens his mouth.

And the worst part is that there's still this reckless part of you that wants to drag him away from the crowds to have a little fun with him, repeating that same mistake you told yourself you’d avoid from the moment you left the country. Yes, he gets you on your nerves and you can’t stand how he acts like he has some sort of unspoken power over you…but dammit, he’s so hot!

“Why are you here, anyway?” you decide to ask after a brief silence, not even wanting to address his last comment.

“We were invited,” he says, like it’s obvious.

“I figured. But why did you decide to come?”

“I wanted to see you.” He makes a short pause before adding, “I mean, since you left without saying goodbye…”

“Sounds like you are bitter,” you offer him with a smirk. “I wasn’t aware I had any obligation to say goodbye to you.”

The smirk remains on your face when you notice his faint frown at your words, a sight that only fuels your feeling of satisfaction because it looks like you have the upper hand now.

“I’m not bitter, and I didn’t say you had to,” he corrects you, crossing his arms across your chest. Defensive. You really try to ignore the way his muscles flex under his hideous costume. “I was just pointing it out.”

“Right.”

He’s about to keep trying to prove his point that he’s definitely not bitter about the fact that you left the country without saying a single goodbye to him, but he’s interrupted by one of the many photographers in the room.

“Hey, mind if I take a photo of the two of you?”

You don’t have time to answer before Johnny is already posing. “Sure thing, buddy.”

Faking a smile, you turn to the photographer, who’s ready to capture a few photos of you. Johnny wraps an arm around your waist and you have to stand closer to him, trying to ignore just how close the two of you are standing. It almost makes you remember just how easy it would be to disappear for just a couple minutes to release some of your pent-up tension.

The guy snaps a few photos before looking down at his camera, checking how they look before offering a polite smile to both of you. “Thank you guys!”

Johnny doesn’t let you go right away, and for some reason you actually allow him to keep his arm around you. As soon as you look up at him, you take notice of how close his face is to yours. You could just grab the collar of his ridiculous outfit and pull him in for a kiss if you wanted to. You don't want to, of course. It's just a meaningless thought.

Almost as if he could read your mind, Johnny leans just a little closer to be able to whisper into your ear. “Let me come over tonight.” His fingers dig onto your waist just enough, as if he’s silently encouraging you to say yes.

You’re almost about to agree, because some part of you doesn’t really see the harm in allowing yourself just one night to break the rule you set about three months ago when he was laying on your bed next to you the day before going on tour. You can always respect the rule after tonight, anyway.

But your rational side manages to break through the barrier of delusion at the last minute, reminding you that if you break the rule once, it’s only going to keep happening again and again. And then you’ll have to deal with his gigantic ego and his own delusions about you just being obsessed with him– as if it isn’t the other way around!

“Sorry,” you eventually reply, moving away from him in order to create some much needed distance. “I’m busy.”

He looks, of course, disappointed. “With what?”

You smile, almost innocent-looking as you step closer. “I think I’m not obligated to tell you what I do or don't do, either.”

With that, you walk away to busy yourself with something else before the actual ceremony begins. You know how dangerous it is to be around Johnny for too long.

He stands by the cocktail tables all by himself, pretending like getting rejected by you didn’t hurt his ego nearly as much as it actually did. He’s not really used to being told no– what Johnny wants, Johnny gets. It’s always been that way. But with you that’s never been the case, because you’re always playing hard to get.

And he’s fully aware that he could just find someone else, but there’s something incredibly addictive in the way you always try to turn him down before falling right into his trap every single time. He just can’t resist that little cat and mouse game– he just can't resist you.

Trying to look unbothered, Johnny grabs whatever he spots first from one of the trays and brings it up to his mouth. His eyes immediately find you, already half-way across the room chatting with some celebrity he really couldn’t care any less about. All he can think about is just how gorgeous that pink dress looks on you.

“I assume she just rejected you,” he suddenly hears Ben’s voice next to him, snapping him out of his trance. “Given by the way you’re staring at her like a creep, I mean.”

“I wasn’t staring.”

“So…you’re still very much broken up, then?”

His sister’s comment almost makes him flinch. “We were never together,” he immediately clarifies, the idea almost sounding ridiculous. There’s absolutely no chance that the two of you would ever start dating. It would be absolute chaos. Does he enjoy your company from time to time? Sure. Would he be able to tolerate you if you were his girlfriend? Never. He’s unable to deal with your attitude and ego for too long. “Therefore, nothing to break.”

Sue lifts both of her hands up as a sign of surrender, noticing she might've walked into complicated territory. “Alright, I’m sorry.”

“If you didn’t want to get her back, then why are we here?” Reed asks this time, and Johnny has to control the urge of explaining once again that the two are not (and will never be!) dating.

“Because we were invited.”

“But then…we could’ve declined,” he insists. “I mean, I have more important things to do.”

“Then you could’ve stayed locked up in your little lab like you always do. No one forced you to be here.”

Before Reed could try to argue back, Sue grabs his hand as a way of silently telling him not to say anything. “I think it’s nice that we get to go out for once,” she says with a smile, trying to slightly deviate the conversation to more neutral ground.

“Yeah, we barely do this kind of stuff,” Ben quickly adds to help her out.

“Exactly. Let’s just try to have fun, okay?”

Reed gives his wife a look, hesitation and annoyance evident in his eyes, but he decides to drop the subject for her sake. Johnny doesn’t say anything else about it either, grabbing another one of those tiny sandwiches as he tries to stop himself from looking for you in the crowd.

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Despite your encounter with Johnny, the rest of the event went pretty smoothly. You chatted with a few other people in the industry and posed for various photos before it was time for the Mayor to give the opening speech. The entire thing televised, as he had requested. He praised your career, your talent and your evident love for the city before he finally extended the award to you.

That’s when you walk on stage, people clapping and photographers attempting to get the best picture of you for tomorrow’s front page of every newspaper as you accept the award from him.

The Mayor moves aside to give you your time to shine. Keeping it brief and lighthearted as ever, you give your speech to thank the city and your fans for everything they’ve done for you. Even from up there, with lots of people and cameras in front of you, it takes you barely a second to locate Johnny in the crowd.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d be convinced you saw a glimpse of genuine admiration. Because you can see his smile. It's not a playful, flirty, let-me-get-on-your-nerves smile. It's actually a genuine one. Like a ‘you’re doing great’ type of smile. Almost in awe.

But it disappears from his face as soon as he realizes you're looking his way, pretending to get distracted by something else, and you do know better.

“What a powerful speech!” the Mayor immediately congratulates you as you walk down from up there, people still clapping for you. The compliment doesn’t feel genuine, but you pretend like it is as you offer him a smile.

After years of doing what you do, you learned to deal with people that only act the way they think you’d want them to act to get in your good graces. Like they have something to prove. Almost as if you’d feel offended because they’re not immediately worshipping every little thing you do.

In reality, you hate it. You hate feeling like your existence forces people to reach some unreachable standard. Of course you like feeling loved and admired by people, but that doesn’t mean you enjoy being treated almost like a deity.

Photographers are immediately all over the two of you when you get off stage, forcing you to pose with him and the award. You notice he orders something to his poor assistant, but you don’t get to hear what it is with all the commotion happening around you.

You only realize what it is that he wanted when his assistant returns with The Fantastic Dorks. Of course he would.

What better image for the Mayor of New York City than posing with the world’s most beloved group of heroes and the most famous popstar? You can see it in the way he immediately starts smiling for the cameras. That disingenuous smile he had when he first greeted you tonight.

He stands in the middle of everyone. Reed and Sue on one side while you, Johnny and Ben stand on the other. You feel very uncomfortable, your strong need of not being associated with them publicly almost makes your skin crawl. Because you know how the press is, and you know how much they enjoy putting you in the same category as them. Yes, you have certain abilities just like they do, but that doesn’t mean you have superpowers or that you’re a superhero like them.

Much to your discomfort, the Mayor decides to speak. “How great it is to have all of you here tonight!” And then, he turns to you. “Perhaps the next event will be the announcement of a brand new Fantastic Five!”

His lack of skills to read the room is almost admirable, because even though you’re glaring at him, he’s still completely unaware that the comment pissed you off, laughing about it like the joke actually landed.

“Or perhaps they will join me on tour next time as my new musicians,” you offer sarcastically. It’s never the other way around. It’s always ‘why aren’t you doing what they do?’. It makes your blood boil.

Again, he’s unable to realize you’re not happy about what he said, because he laughs at your comment before wishing all of you a great evening, walking off like it was nothing. A few members of the security staff alert the photographers to give you some much needed space, the crowd finally dissipating to capture more behind the scenes of the rest of the event.

“You know, unless you want to lose your fanbase, I wouldn’t recommend having us as your musicians,” Johnny tries to diffuse the evident tension by cracking a joke, but he knows he didn’t succeed when you turn to look at him the same way you were staring at the Mayor.

“Congratulations on the award,” his sister tries this time with a polite, although uncomfortable smile. “And your speech was very lovely.”

You turn to look at her now, your expression softening just enough. “Thank you.”

An uncomfortable silence follows. You’ve never really interacted much with any of them other than Johnny. The longest conversation you had with them happened when they tried to recruit you for some mission you didn’t want any part in, and even that chat was incredibly short.

“So, how was the tour?” Ben tries, all four of you turning to look at him almost immediately. “Sorry, it’s the only topic I could come up with to avoid the awkward silence.”

“It’s fine, we don’t have to do this,” you reply shortly after, starting to walk away from them, because it really is pointless to try to find any sort of conversation when you have absolutely nothing in common with them.

You can’t resist, however, when you hear the very exhausted voice of Reed Richards behind you. “Can we please go now?”

Stopping dead in your tracks, you turn around to look at him, tilting your head to the side. “I was wondering why you would even bother to show up to something like this.”

It’s no secret to any of them that you despise Reed the most, and it's pretty obvious that he doesn’t necessarily think too fondly of you either. You remember he was particularly disappointed when you didn’t want to join them, as if he was genuinely expecting that you would immediately drop your entire life’s work and everything you’ve accomplished fulfilling your dreams just because he asks you to. And he made sure to express that disappointment, as if you cared about his opinion on what you want to do with your life.

He’s no better than the press that thinks you must join the superhero business just because you were born with a powerful voice.

“Trust me, it's not like I wanted to be here. I have much more important things to do.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. Fantastic. You’re clearly way above all of this,” you reply with fake concern. Your troubled expression disappears just seconds later and, instead, you can’t resist yourself as you blow him a kiss. “I’ll tell my agent to send you a copy of my new album. Consider it my apology.”

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Luckily for you, it seems like The Fantastic Dorks decided to leave the event (your event) shortly after that encounter. You spend the rest of the night surrounded by your friends from the industry, right until the very end of the event. Some of them suggested an after party at a night club, but you just really wanted to get back home.

A group of security walked you to the car that's parked outside the venue waiting for you. Before you got there, however, you excused yourself when you heard a group of people calling out your name.

You stayed a few minutes with them, chatting and taking photos. The thought of Reed Richards being all condescending towards your work inevitably makes its way into your head. People connect with you and your music so much that they’re willing to wait out here to tell you just how much you’ve impacted their lives…how could this not be important? How dare he claim it doesn't matter? It means the world to you.

Already inside the comfort of your apartment, you immediately place your award right next to your other recognitions, a series of shelves putting them on display in your living room as a public reminder of everything you have accomplished so far.

Then, you decide to change into something a lot more comfortable, remove your makeup, and treat yourself with a glass of wine and a movie before going to sleep. What was supposed to be just one glass turns into two and then, before you know it, you're finishing a third glass.

You’re having a blast, but the only problem about red wine is that, although delicious, it makes you feel a little lonely. That loneliness leads you immediately to none other than Johnny Storm. It always does.

Johnny fucking Storm. The hottest guy you ever had the misfortune of meeting. The one who somehow always makes you come back, even when you try to tell yourself you shouldn't.

Perhaps there’s some truth behind the idea of you having a soft spot for him…

It surely is the wine's fault, right? Not really. You're not as drunk as you should be to blame it on alcohol. Even when you try to tell yourself that is the velvet drink from hell the one making you grab your phone, it really isn't.

Two rings. It's all it takes for him to pick up. “Yeah?”

“Well, hello to you too,” you say sarcastically, leaning back on your bed, scanning the ceiling from any sort of help. As if the white concrete could write on itself ‘put that phone down, you'll regret it tomorrow!’.

Will you regret it tomorrow? Probably. But that's tomorrow. Right now, you really need him here with you.

“Now you want to talk?”

“You're still bitter?”

You can't help yourself. It's like that need to always try to initiate any sort of banter until one of you snaps is engraved in your DNA. It's his fault, though. He makes you act like that.

“Oh, clever,” you hear him laugh ironically on the other line. “Big talk for someone who's calling me in the middle of the night for seemingly no reason,” he continues, and for some reason this little interaction brings an immediate smile to your face. “Are you missing me that much already?”

“Miss is a big word,” you correct him. “But I wouldn't mind if you come over. I’m feeling a bit…lonely.”

There's a brief silence before he answers, absolutely no hesitation in his voice. “I'm on my way.”

He ends the call before you can say anything else. That was a lot easier than you anticipated. Yet again, it's been months since the last time you saw each other and, even when you'd never admit it out loud (or to yourself), his absence in your life hasn't gone unnoticed.

Movie long forgotten, you turn the television off as soon as you see a rapid flash of fire pass by your bedroom window. A weird feeling of excitement fills you as you stand up from the bed, making your way to your living room.

Johnny is already at your balcony, like he has many other times before. Thankfully, his silly superhero costume was gone. And thankfully he's wearing one of those short-sleeved shirts that hug his torso just perfectly. What a sight.

The window is open. He knows it's open. He could walk inside and make himself home, but he always waits for you to let him in.

The chilly air that hits you when you open the balcony window makes you shiver slightly. It's pretty cold out, but of course Johnny wouldn't really care much about that since he's practically a walking heater.

“Holy shit, get in,” you mutter as soon as you come into contact with the outside weather, stepping away from the window immediately. “It's freezing.”

Johnny does as told, walking inside your apartment and closing the window behind him. You can see the way he takes a look around, as if he hasn't been here a million times before. This isn't the first time he's seen the inside of your apartment, and yet he looks like it is.

“What, did you miss being here?” you comment, eyeing him playfully.

“Miss is a big word.”

“Right.”

He walks further inside your apartment and you almost hate how normal the sight of him here feels to you. Oddly familiar. The thought makes you incredibly uncomfortable.

You notice he focuses on your shelves of trophies, lightly shaking his head. He barely even notices that you're walking towards him. “It's ridiculous how many of these you have,” he comments, scanning each one more closely.

The award exhibition no longer has his attention when you wrap your arms around his neck though, forcing him to look at you instead.

“I didn't call you to talk,” you point out in a soft voice, offering him an innocent smile that conveys anything but innocence.

You don't need to say anything else. In a matter of seconds, Johnny's lips are crashing against yours. It's passionate, messy, explosive and ridiculously hot. One of his arms wrap around your waist to keep you pressed against his body, the other moves to the back of your neck.

His tongue meets yours, making you let out a tiny little sound that makes him a lot more desperate because that's not nearly enough. He needs you to be louder, and he will make that happen. Whatever it takes.

Pulling back in hopes of catching some much needed breath, you see the wonderful sight of Johnny with his lips slightly parted, eyes excitingly dark as he looks back at you with an intensity that's already almost making you squirm in anticipation.

“Someone's a little eager.”

He grins after your comment. “You have no idea.”

Taking you completely by surprise, he lifts you up the ground to carry you to your bedroom. All you can do is hold onto him, preoccupying yourself as you place a few kisses along his jawline, being incredibly gentle despite your undeniable urgency to be all over him already.

Johnny places you on your bed before climbing on top of you, his mouth devouring yours almost immediately. Keeping your legs wrapped around his hips, you grab his face with your hands to keep him close to you. His hands trail up and down your thighs, fingers tracing your skin before occasionally squeezing your flesh as he groans into your mouth.

And then you feel it. The way he holds onto your hips before thrusting his forward. Another groan escapes from his lips as he does it again, and again, and again. Deep, intentional, needy, pushing up against the thin fabric of your underwear. Like he just can’t resist himself. Like he wants to be deep inside you already.

“Fuck, Johnny…” is all you can whisper, your words getting lost in his mouth before his tongue meet yours again.

He hums, both in appreciation and acknowledgment of your words, continuing to grind his hips forward to meet yours, as if trying to test just how much friction he can create. Or how deep he can get with your clothes still acting as a barrier. You don’t really know what it is, but you enjoy how tight he’s gripping your hips and how desperate he is to use any little contact he can get to try to find some sort of relief.

His lips leave a trail of kisses down your jaw, towards your neck. You hate how much he seems to know your body already, because his lips immediately focus on a particularly sensitive spot that makes you arch your back just enough. Teasing your skin with his tongue first, it doesn’t take him too long before he starts delicately sucking on that spot, making you moan out loud.

“No hickeys,” you whisper, having some sort of rational thinking.

“Why not?” He doesn’t even bother looking at you, but he does stop what he was doing. Instead, he peppers kisses on your neck.

“I have an interview on Monday.”

“You can cover them up,” he insists, practically breathless.

“No hickeys!”

Finally looking at you, he gives you a little pout that’s as adorable as it is annoying. Adorable because, well, he is. Annoying because you hate thinking he looks adorable.

“What a buzzkill,” he comments with a smirk, his eyes practically screaming mischief as he leans further down your body. “Let me offer you a deal.”

You can’t help but laugh at that. “A deal?”

Johnny nods, the gesture almost casual, like his warm hands aren’t sneaking underneath your babydoll at that very same moment. “How about…no hickeys in visible places.”

“You just hate being told no,” you point out with a playful roll of your eyes. “But fine. I guess I don’t mind a few hidden hickeys.” Which is very much true, because the idea of having a little mark from Johnny on your body is turning you on more than you’d like to admit.

Of course, his face lights up with excitement. “So, it’s okay?”

“Yes, it’s okay.”

He can’t resist himself as he gives you another kiss on your lips, almost as if to say thank you, which inevitably makes you laugh again. His hands trace up your sides, lifting up your babydoll just enough to reveal more of your skin. “This looks incredibly pretty on you, but it needs to go. Now.”

Johnny gives you enough room to sit up before helping you take the babydoll off, carelessly throwing it to the ground. He really couldn’t care any less about anything that isn’t you before him like this, only wearing a tiny pair of light pink panties. It’s a sight he’s been waiting to see again for months.

Before he can get on top of you again, however, you almost mimic his movements by grabbing the end of his shirt, tugging at it lightly. “This needs to go too.”

“Yes, m’am,” he replies with a grin, ever so playful even in these circumstances. There’s something particularly…endearing? admirable? special? about him being able to turn you on and make you laugh all in one.

His shirt joins your clothes on the floor before he’s finally trapping you against the mattress and his body again, another roll on his hips making the two of you let out a sound of pure relief to be able to feel each other’s bodies like that again.

You feel his hot breath on your neck, hiding there as he grabs one of your legs to lift it up just enough, your knee propped up to the ceiling and your inner thigh pressed against the fabric of his pants. He angles himself, somehow managing to grind his hips in a way that makes it feel deeper, closer, making you moan repeatedly as he continues to move against you.

Skin characteristically warm against your fingers, you trace the muscles of his arms before your hands press against his firm back, nails lightly digging onto his skin as if you anchor yourself. The feeling of him insistently pressing against you like he’s been desperate for it for months is driving you insane, and you don’t want him to ever stop.

But he does eventually stop, much to your dismay. But he immediately tries to make up for it by trailing kisses down your body, from your collarbone to the valley of your breasts. Your back arches instinctively before he does much, which makes him smile as he gives you a look. A ‘I totally noticed that’ look.

You could call him out for it, starting some sort of banter, but you can’t really come up with much to say when his tongue is tracing slow circles around your nipple, almost as if he knows you wanted to say something about it and he’s daring you to try to speak when he’s doing this to your body. That silent challenge feels incredibly infuriating, but it somehow turns you on even more. It also makes you feel just a tiny bit embarrassed, because it’s obvious you’re definitely not up for the challenge at the moment– a good kind of embarrassment. The one that makes your back arch again.

Proud of his victory, he finally shows you some sort of mercy by closing his mouth around your nipple, his fingers busying themselves with the other to show it some much needed attention as well. With a hand gently pulling at his hair, you offer him a moan that sounds almost like a little whimper, raising in volume when you feel his teeth grazing the already very much sensitive bud.

And then his mouth moves to the other one, but this time he just places tiny kisses above your breast, almost like trying to find a good enough spot to do something. You don’t really have much time to think about it, only realizing his intentions when he begins to gently suck on your skin.

“That’s…oh–” you attempt to speak, watching as he keeps sucking on your skin just a little harder now, enough to make you let out a proper whimper this time. It stings, but it also makes you clench because that little discomfort is deeply enjoyable. You would’ve closed your legs shut if he wasn’t currently in between them.

He moves back eventually, admiring the little red mark he left on your skin before soothing it with his tongue. Then, he has the audacity to look up at you with a little smirk, looking incredibly proud of himself.

“No one will see that one.”

It’s not just one, because he keeps moving down your body. Lips, tongue, teeth exploring as much skin as he can manage. He looks up at you from time to time, enjoying that hopeless look in your eyes because you know he’s entirely in control right now, kissing and marking to his will, and all you can do is squirm underneath him.

He leaves two more hickeys, one near the end of your ribcage and the other right above your hip. By the time he has his head between your thighs, you’re already ridiculously turned on. And he just lets your little torture continue, because he doesn’t even dare to touch you where you need him most right now.

Instead, his lips preoccupy themselves with your inner thighs, his hands joining the fun to squeeze your flesh, making you rock your hips with even more urgency. Because that’s exactly what he wants– to keep you wanting more, until you practically have to beg out loud for it. The living proof of his constant claims regarding the power he has over you.

It’s infuriating, because he’s right. He does have some kind of unexplained power over you. Even when you try to deny it, it’s always there. Not only when he’s in your bed, but always. It’s in the way you always come back to him, like a magnetic force is pulling you right back every time you try to get away. Or in the way you always have the need to indulge in any sort of banter he presents, not necessarily because you want to win an argument, but because it means being around him and that’s somehow…comforting. It’s even in the embarrassing amount of times he crossed your mind when you were touring outside the country.

That’s exactly why you decided to stop seeing him. Because you hate the idea of having to admit said power exists. It’s much better to just sweep it under the rug and pretend otherwise.

And yet…here you are. With two other red marks adorning your inner thighs and a growing urge for him to so a lot more than just leaving hickeys on your skin.

Your hips rock against nothing once again, and he can’t help himself from pointing it out loud. “Everything alright?” he asks, as if he genuinely has no clue. “You look a bit…impatient.”

“Don’t start,” you mutter, half warning, half pleading. The last thing you need right now is for him to start teasing you beyond what you can handle.

“I couldn’t help it,” he fakes an apology, his thumb delicately tracing the outline of the last hickey he left. “You look so pretty like that, all desperate for me.”

You want to snap something back at him, but it’s almost as if Johnny could sense that you’re about to open your mouth, immediately deciding to shut you up. The thought of saying anything immediately slips out of your mind when you feel his tongue through the thin fabric of your panties. Your back arches again as you lean your head back against the pillows, hands gripping the sheets as if that would help you ground yourself.

He eats you out like this for a few seconds, through your underwear, until his self control snaps, unable to hold himself back from yanking your panties off your body.

Barely offering you a little smirk, his mouth is back on you again almost instantly. A shuddering moan escapes you the second you feel his tongue, exploring you with a desperation that has you gripping the sheets even tighter. His hands firmly gripping your thighs, keeping your legs spread for him to continue using his mouth to show just how much he adores your body.

The sounds are sinful, but he has never really cared about making a mess. If anything, he gets more and more reckless with each sound that comes out of your mouth– a series of beautiful moans and breathless pleas of his name. It drives him insane.

One of his hands moves to your hips when he feels how you’re rocking them against his face, which inevitably makes you complain in the form of a quick whimper. As you dare to look down at him, the sight alone would’ve been enough to make you reach your orgasm if you weren’t trying so desperately to keep it together to enjoy this just a little longer. Johnny is already looking up at you, eyes darkened, tongue insistingly exploring you with nothing but pure devotion. He’s buried deep in between your thighs at this point.

He barely even moves away to catch his breath, almost hypnotized by your taste and how good you feel against his mouth. It’s like he can’t stop, even if he tries to find enough willpower to do so. In his defense, he has been craving this moment for months.

Although you try to resist it, your inevitable orgasm is fastly approaching, threatening to consume you any second now. Johnny knows– of course he knows. That’s why his mouth takes a few extra seconds sucking on your clit, unable to hide his proud smirk whenever he feels your legs trembling and your moans increasing in volume.

A last desperate call of his name and you’re finally unable to take it anymore, knuckles white as you hold onto the sheets for dear life, legs practically shaking as you close your eyes shut. Waves of pleasure take control over your body as Johnny slows down just enough to allow you to climb down from such intense high, happily collecting all his work’s efforts with his tongue as he lets out a pleased hum against you.

“Never fails to keep your attitude in check,” you hear him say, and as soon as you open your eyes you see that playful little grin on his face. The one you despise so much.

“Less talking,” you reply, because it’s not like you can try to defend yourself given the circumstances. He just ate you out so good, you almost forgot your own name. And even if it hurts your ego, there’s also something incredibly addictive in the way he’s able to gain control over every single one of your senses. You can’t deny it’s fun to let yourself lose power from time to time. That sense of vulnerability that comes with it. And the fact that you're surrendering to him.

He climbs over you again, and seeing how his face glistens with your orgasm inevitably makes you smile in silent appreciation. And he has the fucking audacity to lick his lips right in front of your face, almost taunting you, because he knows exactly what’s on your mind at the moment. He’s just too hot for your own good.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him down towards you to kiss him. Your tongue immediately invades his mouth, eager to taste yourself in him, earning you a deep groan from him as he allows you to take control of the kiss.

Still kissing, you can feel how he immediately tries to get rid of his pants. He manages to undo the button and zipper, but fails miserably to drag them down his legs. “Shit–” he mutters against your lips, failing to hold back his laughter as he moves back from the kiss, resting his temple on your cheek. “Hold on.”

He stands up to properly take his pants and boxers off, getting rid of his shoes too. It gives you a pretty nice view of him, so you really can’t complain much about his little struggle. “Don’t worry. I can wait,” you offer him with an innocent look on your face, eyes focused on anything but his face. You’ve seen too much of it already, anyways.

“Come on, give a poor man some privacy,” he replies with fake annoyance, barely making an attempt at covering himself.

“Sorry, are you getting shy?”

He’s climbing back on top of you already, nodding. “Very. But don’t make fun of me or I’ll start blushing.”

“I wouldn’t dare make fun of you,” you immediately reply, as if that accusation deeply offended you. “Unlike others, I don’t take pleasure in that.”

He grins immediately, face dangerously close to yours again. “You’re saying I make fun of you?” Although still playful, his voice is much lower now.

“You always do.”

A soft sound escapes him, as if he’s empathizing with you. Clearly, he’s just pretending to, continuing the little banter. “Do I? I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

You fake a sigh, shrugging. “You’re forgiven, I guess.”

“What can I do to make you feel better?”

He’s about to kiss you at this point. It’s a mystery to you how either of you are managing to resist this long, because a single thrust of his hips is all it takes for him to finally be inside you.

“I have a few ideas…”

“Yeah?” he whispers, right before his mouth crashes against yours again, your arms once again wrapping around his neck.

And it doesn’t take much more than that, really. Not even a second goes by before you feel the way he slowly rock his hips forward, the pace an absolute torture. But he’s eventually fully inside you, eliciting a moan from both of you because finally– finally he's right where you wanted him. Buried deep, consuming all your senses, taking your breath away.

He stays there for a few seconds, simply enjoying the feeling of being deep inside your walls. It’s only when he begins moving that he finally seems to snap out of it. “Fuck, it’s so good…” you hear him whisper, hiding his face in your neck as he thrusts deep inside you again in one sharp, precise move.

“Yes…yes, keep going,” you whisper back.

Johnny does as told, starting to thrust with increasing speed. It’s slow at first, simply enjoying the feeling of finally being like this with you, savoring each moment as if he fears he’ll have to wait a long time to be able to feel this again. You've proven yourself to be quite unpredictable. One moment you're there, the other he knows absolutely nothing about you.

Yes, you don't owe him a thing. He's not entitled to know about what you're doing or where you're going. He can't demand explanations. It's not like he wants any of those things, anyway! And yet…the fact you left so suddenly made him feel a certain type of way he's still trying to decipher. Insignificant, replaceable, whatever it is. He doesn't like that feeling one bit.

The slow pace starts to quicken, just enough to make you moan a little louder. His breaking point is feeling your nails delicately trailing down his back, immediately hooking one of your legs up with one of his arms just like he did before, lifting it enough to create an entirely new angle for him to thrust into you. He feels even deeper somehow, which only encourages him to move even faster.

Your nails dig deeper onto his back, making him groan against your neck. “I missed this so much…missed you so much.”

At first, you’re not really sure if you heard that correctly. And if you did hear it correctly, you’re pretty sure he didn’t mean to say it out loud. Certainly he didn’t mean it. Right? It’s impossible not to hear his words echoing inside your head, hating how much they struck you.

“Miss is a big word,” you remind him in between little gasps and moans, trying to keep it playful. What else are you supposed to say? That you missed him too? That you felt incredibly alone in all of those hotel rooms without him? That he was all you could think about while performing certain songs that may or may not have been written with him in mind? No. You’d never say something so reckless.

“I know,” he replies almost immediately, taking you completely by surprise.

In other circumstances, you would’ve needed some extra time to process his words. Perhaps you might demand an explanation or simply tell him to get out of your apartment because you just can’t deal with that sort of information. But you can’t do any of that when he’s pounding into you and it feels so incredibly good that it melts all your panic away.

No, you don’t have time for any of it. All you can do is take everything he’s giving you, scratching his back with growing desperation as you inevitably let out a shuddering moan when you feel him repeatedly hit that sensitive spot within you at a relentless pace.

And perhaps it’s the fact that he’s quite literally fucking you stupid right now that you’re unable to think clearly or coherently. Much less rationally. It’s all emotions. Pure, raw, vulnerable emotions.

So, in reality, it’s his fault that you can’t keep your mouth shut, muttering the first thought that pops inside your head in between the mixture of emotions he’s making you feel right now. It’s certainly not your fault. There’s nothing you can do. Nothing to remind yourself to shut up if you don’t want to face the consequences of perhaps the stupidest mistake of your entire life.

You can’t possibly do that when all you can focus on are his lips on your neck, his hips thrusting at an insulting pace and the faint smell of his cologne.

“I missed you too.”

He moves back just enough to look at you, blue eyes desperately scanning yours as if he could possibly figure out if you’re telling the truth or not just by looking in them. Even if you don’t plan it, your eyes reflect a vulnerability that seems impossible to fake and, although he knows that perhaps he shouldn’t, he decides to trust you anyway.

The two of you seem to silently come to terms with that revelation, acknowledging what was said to the best of your abilities before deciding to move on from it. The topic surely will come back in the future, but right now there’s much more important things to focus on.

Your walls clench around him, and you can see the slight shift in his eyes. Determination. He doesn’t need to ask to know that you’re close.

“Let go,” he says shortly after. You’re not entirely sure if it’s a command or a plea. “Let me feel you.”

That’s as much encouragement as you need, feeling how he hits that sweet spot inside you one more time before reaching your orgasm. Nails digging on his shoulder blades, legs shaking yet again, walls repeatedly squeezing the life out of him and a series of broken moans leaving your lips.

He grunts, throwing his head back when he feels the way you tighten around him. “That’s it, good girl,” he praises, his pace long gone as he gives his last few thrusts. Sloppy, exhausted, barely keeping it together. “That’s it…fuck–”

A little whimper escapes you when you feel him abruptly stop his movements, staying deep inside you as he reaches his own high with a moan that sounds almost painful. You sooth his back, probably filled with red lines from your nails, giving him time to recover before he’s back with you, simply enjoying the feeling of being so incredibly full of him.

He gives you one last kiss before slowly moving out of you, immediately laying next to you on the bed. You stand up not too long after though, picking up your babydoll from the floor before locking yourself in your bathroom to clean yourself up and get dressed once again.

There’s only one thing on your mind from the moment you stand up to when you’re walking back inside your bedroom, toilet paper in hand as you hand it to him without uttering a single word. You wouldn't dare to speak up, not after the absurdity you let out before.

Now you seriously need to stay away from him. For real this time.

It’s like you’re not even there anymore, way too into your own little head to pay any attention to what Johnny is doing. You barely even notice he leaves the room to go to the bathroom as well, and it’s only when he takes a seat next to you that you realize he put his pants and boxers back on.

He leaves a tiny kiss on your shoulder and, although endearing, the gesture makes you incredibly uncomfortable because you don’t know how to receive it without thinking about what was said earlier.

“Are you okay?” he asks. You can only feel grateful that he doesn’t address the topic right away. If you’re lucky enough, he doesn’t say anything about it.

You finally turn to look at him, but only briefly before your eyes focus back on the tall buildings outside. “Just a little tired.”

“So no round two?” he jokes, and you appreciate his ability to lighten even the most awkward of situations. It brings an immediate smile to your face, making you at least slightly distracted from the disaster that will inevitably happen when either of you dare to speak about the ‘missing’ incident.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to wait for your round two until you get back to your place,” you joke back. “I really need to get some sleep.”

You stand up from your seat on your bed to finally get ready to get under the covers, a silence invading the room until he decides to speak. “I, uh…I was actually wondering if I could stay here tonight.”

His voice is soft and careful, testing his luck as he stands by the edge of your bed awaiting any sort of reaction from you.

As soon as you hear his comment, you turn to look at him with evident surprise on your face. That surprise soon turns into something else. Perhaps discomfort or fear. Maybe both. An immense amount of panic takes over you, because you’re not sure if you can handle that little incident from earlier and him staying the night. It’s way too much for your terrified little heart to handle at once.

But of course you’re unable to communicate in a healthy way, so all you can do is get immediately defensive. “We don’t do that.”

Johnny can’t help but fake a smile, nodding shortly. “Right…forget I asked, then.”

You stand completely frozen in place as you watch him pick up his shirt from the ground, immediately putting it on before grabbing his shoes. He takes a seat on the bed to put them on, his back turned towards you.

Another silence consumes the room, this one a lot heavier and uncomfortable. He certainly was expecting a different answer and for some reason you feel a sour taste in your mouth because this isn’t exactly what you wanted. You didn’t want to make him feel bad, but what else were you supposed to do? Tell him that you want him to stay? Definitely not. You’ve done enough confessing for today.

But you can’t deny you absolutely hate how he’s barely even acknowledging you right now. And you hate that he has every right to be, because you shouldn’t have been stupid enough to claim that you missed him! Especially during such an intimate moment! What on Earth were you thinking being so reckless? Of course he’ll feel bad after you let him get his hopes up.

You should’ve kept your mouth shut. That way none of this would’ve happened. Better yet, you should've stayed away from him entirely, like you told yourself you would. This is exactly the type of scenario you were trying to avoid.

Johnny barely even looks at you, which makes you feel that much more guilty. “Goodnight,” he mutters, not even caring to wait for an answer before he leaves your bedroom– storming out of it, actually.

The second he closes the door behind him and the silence invades you once again, accompanied by the all-too-familiar loneliness, a realization hits you.

Perhaps you made a mistake by not telling him to stay.

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wwinterwitch · 4 days ago

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so what if this is sitting in my drafts ready to be posted soon (most likely tonight)????? what about it?????

#short n sweet was on repeat while writing this just for the vibes #i had sooo much fun writing this!!!

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wwinterwitch · 6 days ago

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purpose – clark kent x fem!reader

summary: you get back from work to find clark preparing a little surprise for you pairing: clark kent x fem!reader word count: 3.2k tags: just pure fluff, established relationship, kissing, clark is a sweetheart, marriage proposal note: idk this has been in my drafts for so long but it was such a cute idea i had to post it! hope you enjoy <3

a comment and/or reblog is always appreciated!

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At first, you thought you had forgotten a special date. Birthday? His is next month and yours…well, you’re not that overworked to forget your own birthday yet. Anniversary? It was a few months ago. First date? First kiss? Have you started celebrating those dates as well and you were completely unaware of it?

You walk further inside the apartment, almost tiptoeing to be as quiet as possible as you scan your surroundings. It feels like you’re walking into a trap. Like Clark is going to come out of nowhere with an excited smile on his face for your happy something day, and you’ll have to watch his disappointment when he realizes that you completely forgot about it.

The table is already set. Tablecloth, wine, the whole thing. There’s even candles but they’re not lit yet and whatever he’s cooking smells delicious.

Clark would usually wait for you to get back from work to cook dinner together. You’re almost positive that he got off work earlier today because there’s just no way he was able to make this place look spotless and prepare everything for dinner in that ten to fifteen minute window that he usually has after work because you live a lot closer to the Daily Planet than your office.

That’s just further proof that you definitely forgot something.

You finally spot him in the kitchen, apron on (the Superman one you got him, so fitting) and with his back turned towards you as he keeps his eyes glued to his phone.

Almost as if to test your luck, you walk closer to him to wrap your arms around his torso from behind, noticing the immediate smile on his face when he feels your touch. It’s then that you notice what has him so hypnotized to the screen– a recipe he found online that he’s trying to follow to perfection.

“What are you cooking?” you ask, noticing he’s not going to say anything first. You were expecting that ‘happy something-very-important!’ so you could at least know what is going on before having to apologize for forgetting.

“Pesto,” he replies, almost proud of himself for it.

A thought suddenly pops in your head, eyeing him curiously. “Is this why you were up so late on your phone last night?”

“Hey, I wanted to make sure I find the best recipe.”

You can’t help but laugh, remembering how you rolled over last night and found him trying to hide underneath the covers so the light of his phone wouldn’t disturb you. He put his phone on the nightstand immediately after, apologizing over and over before turning around to cuddle you, finally going to sleep.

But then you’re snapped back into the present moment, still completely unaware as to what any of this means. You’re not exactly sure how to get the information out of him without immediately revealing you forgot all about it, so you decide to play dumb until he says something first.

“Do you want any help?”

That’s when he finally turns around to face you, immediately leaning down and capturing your lips in a kiss that practically takes your breath away. You feel one of his hands at your lower back, urging you forward to be pressed against his body as he continues to kiss you.

You almost feel disappointed when he pulls away, butterflies in your stomach when you feel him brushing his nose against yours affectionately. “I missed you. How was your day?”

“Boring as ever,” you reply with a soft smile. “Although the coffee I bought this morning was particularly delicious.”

“So not all bad then,” he replies, returning your smile before he turns back around to focus on the pesto. You notice he immediately unlocks his phone, as if there’s any possibility that the instructions he’s been obsessively reading over and over again have been changed in the few minutes that he looked away.

“I was able to get a copy of the Daily Planet too,” you start with obvious excitement. “I had to tell the entire office that my boyfriend made the front page again, of course.”

He lets out an endearing laugh. “No, you didn’t.”

“Ask Tommy and Silvia!” you immediately exclaim. Your two best friends could confirm that you’re telling the truth. “In fact…”

You leave that last part in suspense, walking to the living room to get your phone before coming back into the kitchen, showing him the photo Tommy had to take of you. Clark can’t help but laugh again at the sight of you sitting at your desk, proudly holding the newspaper up with a massive grin on your face as you point at the title of his publication.

“You’re such a dork,” he shakes his head in disbelief.

“Excuse me, I’m in love!”

Clark can’t help but look at you after what you said. There’s probably nothing he adores more than being able to hear you say you love him– there’s nothing he adores more than being loved by you.

“That you are,” he mutters, unable to resist himself as he gives you another kiss.

You gladly accept his kiss before starting to once again head towards the exit of the kitchen. “I’m going to take my heels off and I’ll be back to help you, okay?”

“Don’t worry. I got it.”

Got what? What is it that we’re celebrating?

“It’s really no problem.”

“I got it,” he repeats, his tone light but serious. It’s the type of voice he uses when he’s made up his mind about something and there’s absolutely nothing you can do to change his mind.

Unluckily for him, it doesn’t seem to work much on you. “I’ll be back.”

Before he has time to argue, you leave towards your shared bedroom to take your heels off and put on a pair of fuzzy socks instead. When you return to the kitchen, Clark is practically creating a human barrier between him and the stove– which is really easy given he’s huge compared to you (or compared to anyone, really).

“The pasta is already cooking and the pesto is ready.”

“I don’t get why I can’t help you.”

“Because I want to cook dinner for you,” he shrugs. It’s a really sweet gesture, but you can’t help but feel incredibly guilty because there’s definitely something important happening today and you’re such a terrible girlfriend for forgetting about it.

Eventually, you decide to give up, letting out a sigh before crossing both arms across your chest. “Fine, but that means I’m cooking tomorrow.” He watches as you lean against one of the counters, playfully rolling his eyes when he sees you trying to act upset. “And don’t you dare roll your eyes at me again, Clark Kent.”

“Is that a threat?”

“So what if it is?”

He doesn’t reply. Instead, he completely catches you by surprise when he effortlessly lifts you off the ground, pinning you against the tile wall. Your legs are quickly wrapped around his hips and your hands grip his shoulders. As if there’s any possible way that you could fall from Superman’s arms– as if there was any possibility that he would ever let you fall in the first place.

“Still in the mood for threats?” he offers with light mockery, having you completely at his mercy now.

“Well…this isn’t exactly a fair fight.”

He makes a sound, whether it’s agreement or just to barely acknowledge what you just said you don’t know. Apparently he’s much more worried about other things, because just seconds later his lips meet yours again, devouring your mouth with a gentle yet fierce passion that’s so characteristically Clark’s.

Pinned to the wall and holding onto his body, you kiss him back with equal eagerness. Your hands tangle in his hair and you can feel how the hand at the back of your thigh squeezes your flesh just enough when you decide to gently pull. Encouraged, he breaks the kiss to place his lips on your neck instead, kissing down your pulse point with evident urgency.

“The food’s going to burn,” you point out, slightly out of breath from the heavy kissing. All you get back is another sound. He’s much too worried about showing affection to your body to even process what you’re saying.

It’s only when the pot where the pasta is cooking begins to overflow that he finally snaps out of it, alerted by the sound of the boiling water meeting the fire of the stove, placing you back on the ground before taking care of that.

“Looks like you needed help after all,” you comment playfully not too long after, watching as he repeatedly stirs the pasta, fearing it might overflow again.

“You’re not helping at all. You’re a distraction,” he corrects with a soft smirk, his tone light and playful as always.

“Oh, it’s my fault you can’t control yourself?”

He turns to look at you, taking in the sight of you already by his side again with that challenging look on your face, ready to continue the playful banter you both enjoy so much.

“Yes, it is,” he replies simply, pressing his forehead against yours for just a few seconds before focusing back on the stove. “Alright, you can go take a seat, little menace. The pasta is almost ready.”

You give him a look for the nickname, but decide to comply as you leave the kitchen to wait for him at the table. An instant smile appears on your face when you see him exiting the kitchen with two plates, placing one before you before putting his own plate down on the table too.

Returning to the kitchen, Clark takes off his Superman apron, gets the wine opener and lighter for the candles, and turns off all lights except from the one at the entrance hall of the apartment before finally taking a seat at the table with you. It’s only after he lit all the candles that he set at the table that you finally start eating, noticing he’s looking at you expectantly.

“So?” he asks as soon as you take the first bite, preoccupied with opening the wine bottle. All you do for the moment is put both thumbs up as you chew your food. “Two thumbs up?” he says cheerfully.

“Yeah, we definitely need to add this recipe to our list,” you comment once you’ve swallowed the pasta, immediately going in for a second bite. “It’s really good.”

He pours wine in your glass before filling his own, putting the bottle down before grabbing one of your hands and placing a short kiss on the back of it. “I’m glad I’m not giving you food poisoning.”

The two of you eat your pasta and sip wine while talking about each other’s day and any other random topic of conversation that you come up with, occasionally sharing a kiss or two or just bursting out laughing over some silly joke.

Every second spent with Clark is special. He’s your best friend in the entire world after all. No one knows and understands you like he does. It just feels right– waking up next to him, going grocery shopping together, blasting you guys’ favorite music when it’s time to do house chores so the two of you can dance and sing around to make it more fun…you love every single detail about your life with Clark, and you wouldn’t change a thing.

You’re finishing your second glass of wine when you reach for his hand. He accepts the gesture immediately, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Thank you for doing all of this tonight,” you offer him.

At this point you’re very much positive that your anxious little head was just trying to get the best of you by making you think that there was a special celebration that you completely forgot about. It’s just Clark deciding to do something special. You almost feel stupid for letting your catastrophe-fanatic brain go there.

“No need to thank me. You know how much I adore spoiling you,” he replies, only half-joking as he offers you a little wink that immediately makes you giggle. “I hope you saved some room for dessert.”

At first you think he’s joking, but when you see the way he looks at you, it’s clear he’s not. “There’s no way you also made dessert.”

“I found this recipe for a chocolate mousse that I had to try,” he replies with an innocent smile, raising both hands up in the air.

“Clark…” you say, half-annoyed and half-enamoured. “Okay, can I at least go get it?”

He seems to finally be willing to let you do some of the work tonight, because he doesn’t protest when you ask that question or when you stand up from your seat to go find the chocolate mousse. You find it inside the fridge, already poured in individual bowls that you had no idea Clark even knew existed in your house. To be completely honest, you didn’t remember they were stored somewhere in the kitchen.

As you return back outside to the living room and dining area, you stop dead in your tracks when you notice Clark is no longer in his seat. Instead, he’s down on one knee, eyes shining bright despite the dim lighting that the candles provide.

You stand there completely frozen, desserts in hand, watching as he retrieves a black velvet box from his pocket before you hear the way he calls out your name. Soft, a bit nervous, incredibly filled with love.

“You can’t be doing this to me right now,” you mutter in disbelief, rushing towards the table to place the desserts there before fully focusing on him. “You really can’t be doing this to me right now…”

He can’t help but laugh at your reaction, looking up at you with so much affection and admiration that it almost makes you want to hide because it’s just too much. The dinner, the candles, the wine. The fact that you just knew there was something special happening today as soon as you walked inside the apartment…

“I…uh, I thought a lot about what I was going to say but I’m so nervous I forgot everything,” he admits with obvious embarrassment. “I’ll improvise, so bare with me here.”

There’s a brief pause before he eventually continues. “My parents sent me here with a purpose– to bring good to Earth and keep Krypton’s memory alive. And then I met my other family here, to whom I own every last bit of the man I am today. I’ve loved, I’ve lost…I’ve laughed, I’ve cried…I’ve lived a very good life, and even though I know there’s always going to be new challenges, there was a time where I thought I’ve seen everything. But nothing– absolutely nothing could’ve prepared me for what I’ve been able to experience with you. You’ve changed my life forever. Not only do you make me a better man, but you also motivate me to keep being better every day. I never even imagined I’d have the chance to experience a love like this, and I’m so happy I get to experience it with you. I couldn’t have known then, but I certainly know now: you are my purpose too. And you’d make me the happiest man in the universe if you grant me the honor of being able to love you, respect you, grow with you and learn from you for the rest of my life.”

“How is that improvised?” you ask almost as soon as he’s done, wiping a few of your tears with the back of your hand, knowing very well that you’ll keep crying. Hearing his laughter somehow makes you even more emotional, because it sounds so sincere, so soft, so…ridicoulously in love.

“With all of that being said…” he starts, finally opening the little box that surprisingly enough didn’t get crushed due to how tightly he was previously gripping it. The sight of the ring takes your breath away. It’s beautiful, and it feels incredibly you as well. “Will you marry me?”

You knew that question was coming. Of course you knew. Still, it doesn’t stop you from letting out a quiet sob as you cover your face with your hands because holy shit he really is asking you to marry him and holy shit you could die from happiness right now.

Taking a deep breath, you take one last look at the ring before focusing on his eyes, filled with expectation. “Yes, I’ll marry you!”

He’s over the moon right now, grinning from ear to ear as he places the ring of your finger. Just then, he’s standing up from the ground to pull you into his arms. You hide your face in his chest, unable to stop crying as he holds you close against him. You can hear the loud beating of his heart, a proof of just how nervous he was during this entire proposal.

Clark moves back just enough to look at you, offering you a soft smile as he gently wipes the tears off your face, taking some extra time to caress your skin in the process. “You make me so happy,” he whispers, absolutely lost in your beauty. “The happiest I’ve ever been.”

Placing a hand on his chest, you keep looking into his eyes while he affectionately traces your cheek with his thumb. The unmistakable shine in them lets you know he’s also very emotional.

“You need to stop saying things like that so I can stop crying,” you warn him jokingly. “I had no idea you were going to propose…I thought we were celebrating something and I felt so bad for forgetting what it was.”

He laughs at the thought of that. “Well, it helped me keep the surprise intact. You’re always so observant, I was afraid you were going to figure it out.”

“I had no idea,” you insist with a smile, shaking your head. Your hands rest at his shoulders now, eyes briefly drifting to your hand, the one with the gorgeous engagement ring. His are wrapped around your waist. “When did you have time to go ring shopping?”

“Uh…that karaoke thing at Blooming’s?” he says, as if revealing some top secret information. Your eyes open wide in surprise, because that’s where Tommy and Silvia took you a few weeks ago. You spent hours in that place singing and eating with your friends, completely unaware that Clark took all that time away from you in his advantage to get you that ring.

“So they knew,” you comment, and he gives you a little nod.

“I needed the extra help. Besides, I don’t think I would’ve been able to keep this secret all to myself. I had to tell at least someone.”

“You know, I’m actually impressed,” you reply with a little giggle, knowing how awful Clark is at keeping secrets. He either gets too nervous and ends up dropping not-so-subtle clues or straight up just confesses as if he’s doing something wrong by keeping something hidden from you. “And the ring’s so beautiful too.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” he offers softly, feeling how his arms around your body tighten just enough, the embrace becoming more intentional.

“I loved it,” you immediately correct him. “And I love you so much.”

“I love you so much as well,” he replies with a goofy grin, right before pulling you in for a kiss– the first kiss you receive as his fiancée. To think you’ll be marrying this man…it just couldn’t feel any better. It couldn’t make any more sense. It’s just destined to be.

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shared announcement – johnny storm x fem!reader

summary: you and johnny prepare to share the big news to the family, unaware that sue and reed might have the same plan in mind pairing: johnny storm x wife!fem!reader word count: 1.9k tags: pregnancy announcements, just tons of fluff

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You take a deep breath, staring down at the test that reads a very definitive ‘positive’. Then, you look up at your reflection in the mirror, noticing how your hands tremble, so you bring them to your chest in an effort to anchor yourself and bring some comfort to your body as you process this.

It's a shock you can't quite shake, eyes traveling from the test to your reflection without believing this is actually happening. You notice how the tears begin to blur your eyesight just enough, feeling like you might start screaming with joy.

A few months ago, you and Johnny decided you were ready to welcome a new member into your family. Of course the two of you have your fears about it, but you love the idea of becoming parents together. It feels like the right time and the next big step in your relationship.

That pregnancy test marks the beginning of a new journey and chapter in your life, and the idea of it makes you feel so overwhelmed that you just burst out crying. Because you can't believe this is actually happening– that very soon you'll be welcoming a baby into this world. Because your body, mind and soul are unable to contain the amount of love you have for Johnny and this baby, it just overflows.

It's only when you manage to quiet your sobs that you finally exit the bathroom, test hidden behind your back, immediately heading towards the kitchen where Johnny is making breakfast.

“Hey, would you like bacon or–” he stops talking as soon as he sees you, immediately realizing you’ve been crying. He drops everything he’s doing to walk towards you, carefully placing both hands at your shoulders. He had absolutely no idea that you were taking a test today. “What happened, babe?”

You inevitably sob again as you offer him a smile, revealing the pregnancy test. He immediately takes a step back from you in utter shock as he stares at the device that you hold before him. “Is this– are you pregnant?” he asks in a soft voice, barely able to contain his excitement anymore.

You nod your head and he just immediately begins to cheer out loud, raising both arms up in sign of celebration before pulling you in for a hug. All you can do is giggle and continue crying when he holds you tight in his arms.

“I can't believe this,” he says, slightly out of breath. As he moves back enough to look at you, you immediately notice his eyes are teary and he can't stop smiling. “You're pregnant!”

“I’m pregnant!” you repeat with equal enthusiasm.

He places his hands at each side of your face, holding you with such care and gentleness that butterflies erupt in your stomach. Even after years together, he still manages to make you feel like you're falling deeper and deeper in love each and every single day that you spend by his side.

Taking a few seconds to simply admire your features, Johnny takes in your beauty and the way your eyes shine with excitement for the future ahead. It's the happiest he has ever felt in his entire life.

He just can't believe he's this lucky to have you as his wife and future mother of his child. This family is, and forever will be, his biggest accomplishment.

“You’ll be a wonderful mom,” he whispers, still admiring you– not just your physical beauty, but the breathtakingly beautiful woman you are on the inside too. “The best mom.”

“And you’ll be a great dad, Johnny,” you reply, noticing how the comment really gets to him because he can't hold his tears back any longer. You truly mean it when you say that Johnny will be the best dad in the entire world. He has the kindest heart and so much love to give when someone matters to him. He's admiringly selfless and compassionate too.

He leans down to kiss you. It's gentle and sweet, but incredibly passionate, trying to convey all the love and admiration he holds for you.

“I love you,” he whispers when the kiss ends, his smile widening just enough when you wipe away his tears. He hides his face in your neck shortly after, simply holding you in his arms as he takes in your scent. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” "I love you too," you whisper back to him. You can't help but giggle when he gets down on his knees before you, placing a kiss on your stomach. “Your mommy and I can't wait to meet you, little one,” he says in the softest voice, and it just instantly melts your heart.

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Johnny barely lets you do anything around the house ever since you found out you're pregnant, preferring to do everything himself so you could rest. You've tried explaining to him that you don't need to be in bed all day, all nine months, but it's like he just doesn't want to understand it.

It's cute though, because he's been incredibly worried about you and your well being. And despite still refusing to let you do much, he's made some progress with understanding that you can still very much function on your own without him having to be there to do everything for you.

He was beyond excited to take you to your first doctor's appointment, holding your hand throughout the entirety of the ultrasound and asking a bunch of questions to the doctor. You feel very blessed to be doing this with Johnny, because he's been such an attentive and sweet partner so far. You can already tell that he'll be a hundred percent there for you when you need him the most.

All that's left to do now is sharing the news with your families.

You decide to stop by the Baxter Building today, heart beating fast in your chest as you walk closer to the building, Johnny shielding you from a few reporters that like to frequent the outside of the building in hopes of catching any new updates on the world's most beloved family.

Like any other normal day, you sit in the living room with your husband by your side, catching up with the rest.

“So, how have you guys been?” Sue asks the two of you, sitting on the couch opposite to where you and Johnny are sitting.

You exchange a look with him after that question, almost as if you're silently checking if he's ready to tell everyone. He reaches out to grab your hand, which lets you know the answer right away. “Well, actually…there's something Johnny and I would like to share,” you start with obvious excitement, feeling the way he squeezes your hand in anticipation. “I’m pregnant!”

“What?” Ben exclaims, beaming with excitement. “That’s great news!”

Sue’s smile drops immediately when she hears you, pure surprise on her face as she briefly turns to look at Reed before returning her attention to the two of you. “No, you're not!” she exclaims, covering her mouth with her hand as she stares at you in disbelief.

At first you think it's just her reacting to the news, but then you watch as she immediately starts sobbing uncontrollably. Next to her, Reed places a hand on her back as he tries to comfort her. He has this look on his face that only fuels your suspicion that there's something else going on. You had the impression that something was going on from the second Reed greeted you. He's just terrible at keeping secrets.

Your heart starts beating fast in anticipation, feeling like you could burst out crying if what you're thinking is true. You can't explain it, but you just know. “Are you pregnant too?”

All Sue could do is nod, and that's when you completely lost it. You immediately stand up from your seat to walk over to her. She stands up as well, pulling you in for a hug, both sobbing after finding out there's not only one but two babies on the way.

“WHAT?” Ben practically shouts at this point, joined by Johnny who also looks like he has absolutely no idea what is going on.

“This is insane!” Johnny continues, grabbing his head with both of his hands as he processes everything. “I’m going to be a dad and an uncle. You are going to be a dad and an uncle. And you are going to be double uncle now.”

“This is certainly a lot to take in,” Ben comments, his voice reflecting how shocked he is by all of this information being thrown at him all at once. “Congratulations, guys. A great journey awaits you.” Noticing Reed is way too quiet, he decides to check on his best friend. “Hey, are you alright?”

Reed snaps out of his thoughts, turning to look at him. “Yeah. I’m fine, it’s just…I’m still trying to wrap my head around the idea of one baby. I wasn’t expecting two.”

“It’ll be awesome, man! Think about it. The two little cousins will have each other to play with,” Johnny says with obvious excitement, their reactions to the pregnancies a sharp contrast.

“I can't believe you're pregnant too,” Sue whispers, the two of you having your own little conversation while the guys chat. “I’m so happy, I don't think I’ll ever stop crying.”

It's a lot more than having two babies on the way. It's also the fact that the two of you get to experience pregnancy and motherhood together. That you'll be able to be there for one another in a way that no one else will be able to, and that this will be an experience that would only make the bond between the two of you even stronger.

You love Sue with your entire heart and she loves you just as much. Sharing this journey with her is one of the most wonderful gifts life could've given you.

When you finally move back from each other, you can't help but share a quick laugh as the two of you begin wiping your tears away. The scene of both of you looking so emotionally exhausted by the news is oddly comical.

“I love you,” you say to her, beyond excited for her to become a mom. You know how much she's been wanting this for herself.

“I love you too.”

As soon as the two of you pulled away, Johnny rushes towards her sister for a hug that she gladly accepts, grinning widely. “Congratulations!”

“Congratulations to you too, Johnny!”

Ben gently places a hand on your back when you walk over to him, offering you a smile. “Now you’ll have two babies at home to take care of.”

His joke makes you laugh, lightly shaking your head. “How do you feel about becoming a double uncle?”

“Oh, incredible! I’m great with babies. I just worry about Reed or Johnny having a nervous breakdown when the little nuggets get here.”

You can't help but notice the way Reed just stands there in complete silence as Johnny wraps an arm around his shoulders, once again excitedly discussing baby plans with him. “It looks like Reed is already having one,” you comment, noticing how vacant his expression looks. Of course he's happy, there's no doubt about it, but he does look absolutely terrified about having a kid.

“Well...in his defense, Reed is always at the edge of a nervous breakdown.”

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Johnny Storm being a hopeless romantic <3

#im so in love with him

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One and a half Storm

Pairing: Johnny Storm x Reader Synopsis: Being the girlfriend of Johnny Storm meant that you are automatically his nephew's godmother. Genre & warnings: Just sweet domestic fluff, established relationship Word count: 1.8k | masterlist a/n: this one is inspired from this post but in the middle of writing I was listening to Echoes by Enhypen and this came out instead.

Sue had called you early that morning, a touch of frantic energy in her voice even though she tried to hide it.

"I’ve got a full day at the Foundation. Think you could come by early today?"

Of course you said yes. You always did.

You showed up with a soft overnight bag slung over your shoulder, hair pulled back in a loose tie, and a familiar comfort in your step as you walked into the Baxter Building. The space already smelled like the faint mix of Sue’s citrus candles and baby powder, and the hum of the building felt like a second home now.

Franklin lit up the moment he saw you, his tiny hands flapping excitedly as he let out a series of happy squeals. You barely had a second to drop your bag before scooping him into your arms, his warm little body melting against you like muscle memory. He had grown so much and you were there to witness it.

“You missed me that much?” you whispered into his soft hair as he babbled nonsense, tiny fingers grabbing at your collar. “I was gone for, like, twelve hours.”

Across the room, Johnny was already there, leaning against the doorway to the kitchen like he’d been waiting for his moment. Coffee in hand, wearing that compression shirt he definitely chose just to be annoying.

"You again?" he said, raising an eyebrow.

You tossed him a look as Franklin nuzzled into your shoulder. “Charmed, aren’t you.”

He didn’t move right away, just took a long sip of his coffee, his eyes tracking your every movement. Then he pushed off the frame and strolled over, already hovering. Already being him.

"You're holding him wrong," he said, casually.

You adjusted your grip by maybe a centimeter. “He’s literally clinging to me like a baby koala. He’s fine.”

Johnny peered closer, dramatic as ever. “Just saying. Wouldn’t want his tiny spine to misalign or whatever.”

You gave him a slow side-eye, shifting Franklin onto your hip. “First of all, that’s a morbid thought. And second, I’m a woman, Johnny. I have maternal instinct. Trust me.”

“Oh, maternal instinct,” he repeated with a grin, circling you now like a shark with a caffeine addiction. “How could I forget? That’s why you were letting him chew on the remote last week, right?”

“That was one time.”

He leaned in close like he had a secret. “Pretty sure it still turns the TV on.”

You narrowed your eyes, refusing to let your smirk win. “Keep it up and I’ll put you in time out.”

“Oh no,” he mock gasped. “Not time out. You wouldn’t dare.”

“I would dare.”

There was a beat where your eyes locked. Franklin squealed between you, but Johnny didn’t look away. Not right away. He was close now. Close enough that you could see the flecks of amber in his eyes under the warm glow of the living room’s lights, close enough to feel the lingering heat radiating off his skin even through your long sleeved blouse.

His smirk pulled into something a little more crooked, more familiar. “You’re all mouth today.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Worried I’m better at it than you?”

He leaned in, lips brushing your cheek first, barely and featherlight, then ghosted toward your mouth with maddening slowness. And then he kissed you.

Not a dramatic kiss. Not one of those kiss-you-against-the-wall kinds he sometimes pulled when it was just the two of you. This one was simple. Barely parted lips. Warm. Easy. A “hi” with no fanfare. Like he kissed you this way every morning, and every morning was quietly spectacular.

You let yourself lean into it, just for a second, before pulling back with a hum. “Hi to you too, I guess.”

He smiled against your skin. “Took you long enough to get here.”

“I was eating breakfast when Sue called,” you said pointedly. “And I couldn't decide what to wear today.”

“You always look nice,” he said quietly, teasing still, but something else was there. Fondness. A thread of something unsaid. “You know that, right?”

You blinked. “Was that... a compliment?”

He took another sip of coffee, turning on his heel. “Don’t get used to it.” Stingy kind of guy he’s being.

“Too late,” you called after him, grinning. “I’m adding it to my journal entry.”

“Let me know when you get to the one called ‘Why Johnny Storm’s Parenting Advice Should Be Ignored.’”

“I already started on that one months ago. It’s titled ‘He Tried to Feed the Baby Gummy Bears.’”

Johnny’s laugh echoed from the kitchen.

The rest of the day was spent in the whirlwind that came with babysitting a very active, very curious 8 month old cosmic baby. Franklin had recently learned how to crawl, and boy, did he take that freedom seriously. He was everywhere. Under chairs. Behind the couch. At one point, you caught him trying to bite the rubber corner guard off the coffee table.

By early evening, you were tired in a way that only chasing a crawling human all day could make you. After dinner prep was done and you’d managed to stop Johnny from feeding Franklin mini marshmallows as a "snack," you brought the little one to his colorful, plush-filled nursery for some quiet playtime.

"Alright, bud," you sighed, flopping gently onto the carpeted floor, surrounded by oversized stuffed animals and rainbow-colored stacking toys. "I’m just going to lie down here for one second. Just one."

You cradled your head on the soft belly of a giant stuffed lion and closed your eyes. You didn't expect sleep. Just a moment. A pause.

You felt the soft thump of baby hands crawling across the carpet.

And then, a warm little head rested beside yours. Franklin's breath puffed softly against your cheek. His tiny fingers found your hand, curling around your pinky.

Your heart ached in the most beautiful way. A slow, quiet ache. You opened your eyes just a sliver and found him lying there, eyes fluttering closed, cuddled up beside you like you like a cute little cat.

You couldn’t move if you wanted to.

So you didn’t.

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That’s how Johnny found you.

He paused in the doorway, mid-step, holding a bottle of formula he was meant to bring to you. The late golden light from the windows warmed the room in a hush, catching the softness of your expression even as you slept. Franklin, half on your chest, half on the plushie, still had one hand curled into yours.

Johnny stood still for a long time. He'd seen a lot in his life. Battles, crimes, explosions, chaos, but nothing ever hit him in the ribs quite like this did.

You and Franklin. Safe. Soft. Together.

Something flickered behind his heart. Longing. Gratitude. Love.

He crouched beside you, careful not to wake the baby, and reached out. His hand brushed your shoulder gently.

"Hey," he whispered, fingers warm against your blouse. "Dinner's ready."

You stirred, slow and a little groggy, blinking up at him. "What time is it?"

"Almost seven. Come on, Sleeping Beauty."

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Dinner was warm, family style, with the table full of laughter and the soft clinking of cutlery. Sue was bouncing Franklin on her knee, grinning over at you with a fondness that felt like home.

"I don’t know what we’d do without you," she said suddenly, passing you the salad bowl. "Honestly. You’ve been here almost every week for seven months. Franklin adores you."

You flushed. "He’s easy to adore."

Reed looked up from his plate. "You’d make a good mother someday."

The words landed soft, like snow over your skin. Your breath caught.

Johnny didn’t say anything. But you felt his hand slide beneath the table, finding your knee, warm and steady.

You dared a glance at him.

He was already looking at you.

Dinner turned chaotic after that. Franklin smeared mashed potatoes on Reed's sleeve, which then he flicked peas across the table, and soon the baby-parent food fight had escalated to ridiculous proportions. You laughed so hard your sides hurt.

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The Baxter Building was finally quiet.

Franklin had long since surrendered to sleep after an enthusiastic food war with his parents that left pasta shells in Sue’s hair and mashed peas clinging to the collar of Reed’s shirt. You and Johnny had slipped away somewhere after that. To shower, to change, to breathe. The usual post chaos ritual.

Now you were curled up on his bed, one of Johnny’s t-shirts hanging soft on you, your legs tucked under his sheets like you belonged there. Because, at this point, you kind of did.

Johnny stood near the window, one hand braced on the sill, the other ruffling damp hair with a towel. City lights flickered against the pane behind him, casting him in silhouette.

“You know,” he said after a long stretch of quiet, “Reed’s right.”

You glanced over, lazy with comfort. “About what? I’m a goddess? I should be rewarded for my patience with Franklin?”

He smiled, just a little. “That you’d make a good mom someday.”

Your breath caught, not because it was the first time you’d heard it, but because this time it was him saying it. Voice low, not teasing. Sincere. Weighty.

You lowered your eyes, nervous suddenly. “That’s… not something people usually say if they’re not thinking long term.”

Johnny shrugged off the towel and finally turned toward you, walking slowly until he reached the edge of the bed. He sat beside you, then leaned back on one arm, watching your face. Watching the way your fingers worried the hem of his t-shirt like it would answer for you.

“I think about it more than I should,” he admitted, quiet now. “Us. What we’d be like… later. When it’s not just babysitting.”

Your gaze met his again. He looked serious, but not in a way that made you want to run. Just the opposite.

He reached over and traced his fingers down your arm, stopping at your hand, interlacing them slowly. It meant something new now.

“You and me,” he said, voice softer than flame. “We’re already one Storm.”

Then he smirked faintly.

“Maybe one and a half.”

You blinked, smiling despite the heat rising to your cheeks. “One and a half Storm?”

He nodded, thumb brushing your knuckles. “You’ve practically moved in, Franklin loves you more than he loves me, and Sue thinks you're a superhero in disguise. Half a Storm now. Just need to make it official someday.”

You leaned in, forehead resting against his. “You keep saying things like that and I might actually cry.”

“I’d catch your tears before they hit the pillow,” he said. “I’m very fast. It's a whole thing.”

You laughed, soft and real.

He kissed you again then with no teasing this time. Just a quiet, grounding kind of kiss. The kind that said yes. yes, I want this. I want you.

And that night, when you finally curled into him under the blankets, his arms around you and your fingers still laced, you thought to yourself.

One and a Half Storm. You liked the sound of that.

A lot.

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#cutest fic ever!!!!

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all over you – johnny storm x fem!reader

summary: there's this particular thought that's been on your mind lately, but there's just no way that you can say it out loud (read part one and part two first!!) pairing: johnny storm x fem!reader word count: 4.7k tags: tons of fluff of course, what a cute couple this is, meeting the fam!! (as vague as writing a fake family can get so it'd be more reader insert but i did include mom, dad and two younger siblings), one mention of reader being lifted off the ground, love confession omg it's finally happening folks, some minor angst ig?, tried to add some plot to all the fluff basically note: i'm highly considering making another part if i find enough inspo so please let me know if you'd be interested in that...also might be time to add a little smut to the mix??? i feel like i want to go there but then i stop myself lmao idk we'll see how it goes! thank you sooo much for all the love on this series, it really makes me so so happy you have no idea <3

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Diploma in hand, you scan the crowd in search of any familiar face. The atmosphere is surrounded with joy, excitement and a sense of accomplishment as fellow graduates get congratulated by their family and friends.

This day officially marks the start of a new chapter in your life.

Your mom spots you first, immediately pointing at you as all your family walk towards you. “Congratulations, honey!” she says excitedly, pulling you in for a tight hug, barely able to hold back her tears. “We’re so proud of you!”

Your dad is the next one to hug you, followed by your two younger siblings. The youngest is only four, getting immediately distracted by your mortarboard, stretching her tiny hands up as if there was any possible way she could reach it by herself. Noticing her efforts, you immediately take it off your head before placing it on top of hers, the cap being a little too big for her head.

It doesn’t take long before your mom demands for everyone to pose for a photo. Your dad picks your younger sister from the ground as she quickly puts the mortarboard on and grins wide at the camera. Next to you stands your sixteen year-old brother, awkwardly smiling because he doesn’t enjoy being in photos that much.

“Holy shit,” you hear him mutter to himself as soon as he realizes who’s approaching all of you.

“Hey, language,” your dad calls him out, but then he realizes too and he immediately understands why his son would blurt that out so suddenly.

Holy shit indeed.

Many other people start acknowledging the presence of The Fantastic Four at the graduation. Sure, everyone in attendance was expecting to perhaps spot Dr. Reed Richards in the crowd since he’s a faculty member, but having all four of them here certainly makes everyone that much excited.

Johnny doesn’t care about the looks or the fact that your family is still frozen just observing all four of them. He only cares about making his way towards you to give you the biggest hug, making you giggle when he’s lifting you up from the ground and spinning you around.

“Here’s my favorite physicist!” he says with a massive smile on his face, finally putting you down before reaching out to fix a strand of your hair. “Now you can’t hold any technicalities against me.”

Your parents are very much aware of your connection to the group of superheroes. They were over the moon when you told them none other than Reed Richards will be helping you on your final project, but they were a bit confused when you finally told them about your relationship with Johnny.

Of course you had to say something because they’d have to meet him at your graduation anyway, so they might as well be aware of the situation beforehand. And it’s not like they didn’t like the fact that you were with him, but of course the timing was a bit off. To be working with your professor and then immediately starting to date his brother-in-law…perhaps in their position you’d also be wondering how that whole thing developed.

You get it. They’re just worried about how that dynamic might look like. You immediately tried to reassure them that everything’s fine and they completely trusted your judgement, so they dropped their concerns…slightly. You were fully aware that they’d still want to get to meet all of them and see that dynamic for themselves before making a definite decision on where they stand.

They not only want to see said dynamic, but they also want to make sure they approve of your new boyfriend. Yes, they love The Fantastic Four as any other regular civilian, but they have to put that aside and see if Johnny Storm is a good candidate for their daughter or not.

“Dr. Richards, it’s so nice to finally meet you,” you hear your dad say politely, immediately distracting you from Johnny as you watch your dad shaking hands with him.

“Please, the pleasure’s all mine.”

And so the introductions begin. Internally, you’re freaking out about the idea of your family meeting Johnny’s family, but you see all of them interact and so far you see nothing alarming. Your brother is fanboying over Ben just as you had predicted (he has always been his favorite of the group) and your little sister is giggling at something Sue and Reed just told her.

Then it’s time for the worst interaction. Or best. Depends on how you see it.

Johnny is shaking your dad’s hand and accepting the brief hug your mom gives him before placing a hand on your back. You can tell he’s nervous, almost seeking out your touch for silent comfort. It’s the cutest thing ever.

“It’s really nice to finally meet you,” he starts, offering them a polite smile. You’ve never seen him this…reserved.

“We were pretty excited too,” your mom replies, leaning closer almost conspiratorially. “She told us a lot about you.”

“Mom!”

“You know, you're the first boyfriend she has ever introduced to the family,” she continues. Like she didn't hear your warning at all. It’s like she enjoys embarrassing you.

Johnny grins as he looks back at you briefly. “Really?”

“Mom,” you insist.

“Yes, really. You know how she is…doesn't like talking about her feelings and all that. But she talks about you, so you might be very special.”

“Alright, that's enough. Too much information,” you interrupt, earning a soft chuckle from her and Johnny. Your mom has always been too good at oversharing. That's definitely something you didn't get from her.

You're a lot more like your dad. He's been quiet the entire interaction, simply being there. It's usually like this with them. Your mom likes being the center of attention and your dad prefers to remain as unseen as possible. It's still a mystery to you how they fell in love. Perhaps there's some truth behind all that ‘opposites attract’ logic.

Thankfully, your sister comes to your rescue when she starts yanking your mom's hand. “Mommy, mommy! The superhero lady said she likes my dress!”

“That's very nice of her to say! Did you say thank you?”

Your sister nods, her eyes immediately focusing on Johnny. “You're the one who turns into fire!”

“That’s right,” he replies to her, kneeling to be closer to her height. The gentle tone of his voice when he interacts with her brings a smile to your face. Is it really necessary to be so goddamn cute all the time? “Can I get a high-five?”

He puts his hand up, your sister immediately accepting the high-five with obvious excitement. “Does it hurt when you’re in flames?” she asks almost immediately, genuinely curious to find out the answer.

“Thankfully it doesn't! Could you imagine if it did?”

“You'd probably be in pain all day,” she offers, slightly tilting her head to the side. “If it doesn't hurt, then I think you're the coolest superhero because you can burn things and you can also fly. I would like to do that.”

Johnny can't help but let out a little laugh, mesmerized by how cute she is. “You really think I’m the coolest? That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, thank you so much.”

She walks closer to him, giving Johnny a hug he wasn't necessarily expecting, but immediately returned. You feel like your heart might explode any second now. It’s really not necessary to be so goddamn cute all the time.

“Mommy, can I get a picture with him?”

Your mom gives Johnny a look, as if silently checking if he wouldn't mind taking a photo. He doesn't hesitate one bit, carrying your sister in his arms before the two of them smile for the camera.

Meanwhile, you feel the need to check on your dad. “So?” you ask simply, eyeing him curiously. If Johnny thinks you like to be all cryptic all the time, then he’ll have quite the journey trying to figure out your dad.

There's a brief silence as he wraps an arm around your shoulders, almost like he wants to create some suspense before replying. “I really like him.”

“Oh, you really like him,” you repeat with a playful smile. “Because he can burn things and fly?”

He laughs briefly at your joke. “The eyes,” he says, incredibly casual. You’re almost about to ask what the hell is that supposed to mean before he continues. “I noticed his eyes.”

You don’t dare to say anything else after that, knowing exactly what he’s hinting at. You don’t even want to look back at your dad anymore because he might’ve managed to make you feel even more embarrassed than your mom.

All you can do is stand there, wondering how you’re going to forget the fact that your dad just told you that he instantly liked Johnny because of the way he looks at you.

“You should take a picture together too,” you hear your mom say, making you snap back to reality as she motions for you to join Johnny for a photo.

He puts your little sister back on the ground before affectionately pinching the girl’s cheek, making her giggle. Your dad steps in, grabbing her hand to guide her out of frame.

“How am I doing?” Johnny asks when you're by his side, immediately putting a hand around your waist.

“I think you know the answer.”

Neither of you say anything else, posing for the camera together. You can't help but feel a little self-conscious with both of your families there watching you take photos together– not to mention there’s also a bunch of other people that can't seem to look away from The Fantastic Four.

“You guys look so cute together,” your mom smiles, taking a look at the photos she just took.

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As much as you would've liked them to stay, your family had to get back on the road to head back home. Your sister is almost passed out in your dad’s arms and your mom gets extremely nervous driving on highways at night.

“We’d love to have you over next time you're in New York,” Sue says to both of your parents. The idea of them planning visits brings you an indescribable feeling of joy. It’s only further proof that everyone got along just fine today.

“That’d be so cool!” your brother exclaims from the car, excitement evident in his face at the mere thought of stepping foot inside the Baxter Building.

“That’s too kind of you, thank you,” your dad replies as he shakes Reed’s hand. “Hopefully we can come back soon enough.”

“Or you can always visit us,” your mom adds with obvious excitement.

“Heard that?” you ask, walking closer to the car where your brother is sitting. “You can show them all the Fantastic Four posters you have.”

Your brother gets immediately embarrassed by that. “I took those down years ago!”

“We both know you still have them stored in your closet!”

Your brother doesn't say anything else after that, which immediately makes you laugh. “Hey, don’t mind her, kid. I bet those posters are very cool,” Ben chimes in shortly after.

That comment cheers him up almost instantly. “Would you sign them?” he asks, your mom immediately giving him a warning look.

But Ben doesn’t seem bothered by it. If anything, he seems to genuinely like your brother’s enthusiasm. “I’d be honored!"

They all finish saying their goodbye's before your parents finally get in their car and drive off. It's always sad when you have to wave them goodbye, but at least this time you have a second family here in New York City that makes you feel less alone when they're gone.

After officially moving out of your college dorm, you were able to rent your very first apartment. It's nothing fancy by any means, but you were able to achieve it with your savings and a little help from your parents.

Your plan has always been moving permanently to New York City, and even when you don't exactly have a solid plan, at least you’re in the place you want to be– a small apartment, a job in retail that has nothing to do with particle physics, but in New York City. It’s a start. Soon enough you'll figure it out.

“They were lovely,” Sue comments, linking her arm with yours as all of you begin walking to their car. “I was so excited to meet them.”

“I’m glad you all got along.”

“Was Johnny approved?”

“Here we go,” Johnny mutters right after Ben’s question, lightly shaking his head.

“What? I can’t ask questions now?”

“I was actually wondering that myself,” Reed chimes in, which makes Johnny instantly roll his eyes.

“Yeah, of course you are.”

“Someone’s a little defensive today!” Ben jokes, exchanging a complicit look with Reed while Sue just quietly observes their exchange, visibly amused.

“He was very much approved,” you decide to intervene, finally answering the question.

“Ah, that’s good! You should've seen him before we got here today,” Ben starts, giving his friend a light pat on his back. “He was a mess. I thought he was going to have a heart attack at any moment.”

“I think you're overreacting,” Johnny argues..

“Am I overreacting?” he immediately asks Sue and Reed. They don't say anything out loud, but their faces say enough. “Thank you.”

“It's nice to see which side you are on.”

Sue laughs after her brother’s comment. “I didn't say anything!”

“You don't have to if you make that face.”

“Nonesense! I didn't say anything. I’m on no one's side.”

“I am on Ben's side,” Reed immediately clarifies.

“Yes, I know. You’re always on his side,” Johnny replies, unamused. “I don't want you in my team anyway, so I actually don't mind.”

“Really? Because it kinda sounds like you're hurt that he's not in your team.” It seems like there's nothing Ben enjoys more than pissing Johnny off.

“I’m hurt my sister is not on my team.”

“We're all on the same team here,” Sue corrects him as you all reach the car.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be on your team, babe,” you chime in, walking closer to him with a smile on your face that he immediately returns.

“And that's all I need.”

He gives you a quick kiss right after, both of you immediately turning to look at Ben after he makes a sound of disgust. “Keep it PG. This is a family event.”

“It’s not like I pushed her against the car to make out with her,” Johnny replies sarcastically. “I thought about it, but I didn't do it.”

“And sometimes you can keep your thoughts to yourself.”

“And perhaps you can start following your own advice.”

“How about you two get in the car already?” Reed suggests, interrupting their chat before they continue bickering

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Johnny has been staying in your apartment a lot. Like, he practically lives here already. Not like you’re complaining though, because you really enjoy his company.

It’s been a little over a month since you two started officially dating, and that need of being every single second of the day together hasn’t died down one bit. You're pretty sure it'll take you a long time to get over the “honeymoon” phase, as you call it.

“Still no updates?” he asks, watching as you check your email for the hundredth time today. Just then you look away from the screen, eyes focusing on Johnny as he lays down on the couch.

“No,” you reply with a sigh, obviously disappointed. You applied to a few internships here and there, hopeful that one of them will accept you. Any little amount of experience could be useful to find a more stable job in the future. “Not yet.”

He smiles when he hears your last statement. “That's the spirit! Someone will reach out to you. They can't be stupid enough not to.”

You appreciate his words, but there's that pessimistic part of yourself that wants to take over to remind you that it's very much possible that you won’t get an internship. “I’ll just hope for the best.”

He stands up from the couch, walking towards the kitchen counter where you're sitting. “You'll get an internship,” he insists, wrapping his arms around your shoulders from behind, resting his chin at the top of your head. “Say it.”

“I don't–”

“No, you have to say it. You need to stay positive, come on!”

“Oh, so you want me to manifest now?” you giggle.

“Is that what it's called?” he asks shortly after. “Whatever it is, it helps. Especially when that little pessimistic head of yours starts acting up.”

You playfully roll your eyes, but you know he's trying to make you feel more confident and positive. “I will get an internship.”

“Yes, you will!”

He gives you enough space to stand up from the stool you were previously seated at, but his hands are soon on your body again as he pulls you close to him.

“Thank you,” you mutter, meaning it tremendously. “I feel like you're always trying to get me to be less negative about…well, everything. I really like that.”

“Hey, I’ll always be here to be insufferably positive for you,” he comments with a small grin. “And to help you manifest.”

His last comment makes you laugh, pulling him in for a hug because fuck is it impossible not be all over him. It's like nothing else matters when he's around. You’re unable to keep your hands to yourself for too long when he’s around.

You've always been good with calculations and analysis, but this right here is something you might never be able to understand or explain in a way that makes sense. It just does not make sense. How could you ever apply any sort of logic to what Johnny makes you feel? It doesn't even feel possible to be this…well, that's as far as you'd allow that thought to go.

But it's very difficult not to let that thought get into your head, to a point where you feel like you might've actually lost your mind because sometimes is all you can think about. And you feel even more crazy when you catch yourself almost saying that thought out loud.

You think about it when he wakes you up with little kisses all over your face. When he constantly checks on you whenever you two are in public because he knows you don't do well with big crowds. When he's excitedly talking to you about a new collectible car he finished building. When he waits for you in bed with one of your makeup headbands on so you could do his skincare before going to sleep. When he thinks he got away with eating almost an entire box of cereal behind your back before dinner. Even when you hear his little snores at night when he's sleeping next to you.

It's impossible not to think about how incredibly in love you are with Johnny, or how terrifying that feeling is because you never imagined that you'd ever feel this way towards anyone. Ever.

How does a feeling like this even exist?!

“Can I manifest that we go to bed earlier tonight?”

Johnny laughs this time, the sound of his laughter somehow makes you feel a trillion times more happy. He moves back from the hug, giving you a quick kiss before letting you go entirely. “I think it's about to come true.”

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There's nothing like laying in bed with Johnny, the room only illuminated by the moonlight that shines through the window. And there's definitely nothing like having him on top of you, his warm hands underneath your shirt and his lips kissing your neck.

“You know, we could definitely go to bed early more often.”

“I completely agree,” he whispers against your skin, making you almost shiver as his hands move higher up your sides. “You're so pretty…”

He leaves a trace of kisses from your neck to your jaw and then finally he meets your mouth. As silly as it might sound given who Johnny is, everything he does feels addictively fiery. He shows affection to your body with such passionate dedication, it always leaves you begging for more.

From the way his fingers dig onto your skin just enough to the way his mouth devours yours, it's like he's been starving his entire life for you. Like he couldn't possibly get enough, eager to discover more of you and find all the ways he can prove to you just how much he enjoys the privilege that it is to touch you.

Breaking the kiss, he moves a hand up to your face, tracing your skin with his thumb as he just holds you. His eyes scan over your features, silently admiring you.

There's something way too intimate about the way he looks at you, immediately making you feel nervous. “Don't look at me like that,” you whisper sheepishly.

“Like what?” he whispers back, failing to hold back a smirk.

“Like that,” you insist, attempting to roll your head to the side so you could look away, but he immediately grabs your chin to stop it.

“You're so beautiful,” he says not so long after.

You giggle, that dangerous thought from earlier creeping right into your head. You almost have to warn yourself not to say it out loud. “Stop.”

“Am I making you nervous?” he asks, voice low and teasing.

Attempting to look away for a second time, he tightens the grip on your chin just enough. His eyes say it all. A silent authority in them that tells you to stay still.

“Maybe.”

“I’m just admiring how gorgeous my girlfriend is.”

“Well, then stop.”

“Why? It's not a crime.”

“It should be. You're dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” he acts like your comment offends him. “C’mon, I’m a good boy, you have nothing to fear.”

You try to ignore the effect those words have on you as you shake your head. “No, you're not. You’re a public menace.”

He laughs at your last comment, which inevitably makes you laugh too. Your moment of peace doesn't last too long though, because he’s once again contemplating you in silence with that same intensity in his eyes that almost wants to make you hide under a pillow.

And you're about to comment on it again when you hear him speak. It's a faint whisper, but of course you hear it, even if it's quiet– almost like he didn't register that he was saying it out loud.

“I love you.”

It takes you completely by surprise. Never in a million years would you have expected him to say that right here and right now. It's like Earth stopped spinning from the second those words slip past his lips, echoing inside your head as you try to process them.

The realization that he loves you fills you with an incommensurable amount of joy because you couldn't possibly be more lucky to be loved by someone like Johnny. You also feel an insane amount of peace knowing the feeling is very much mutual.

“It's…you don't have to say anything back, by the way,” he eventually speaks, perhaps becoming a bit scared of the fact that you just went completely silent after that confession. “I just–”

You don't let him finish. “I love you.”

He looks a little taken aback at first, but just seconds later he's smiling with obvious excitement. “Really?”

“Yes, really!” you reply immediately, almost upset that he would even dare to question it, but then your expression softens as you look up at him. “I love you so much, Johnny, it's almost scary.”

It's like he can't believe you're saying it again, almost in awe by hearing it coming from your lips. “I love you,” he repeats, in the most sincere and soft tone you've ever heard.

He kisses you again, with that characteristic passion that makes your head spin. But there's something even better about this kiss now. Everything you experience with and because of Johnny might start feeling just that much better now that you know he's in love with you.

Unfortunately, you have to break the kiss when you abruptly feel the entire ground beneath you shaking. At first you thought it might've been an earthquake, but when the floor is shaking again and Johnny's bracelet starts beeping, you know there's something else going on.

He immediately stands up, dressing as quickly as possible. All you can do is sit in bed and watch, the floor once again shaking. Things around your room have fallen to the ground and you hear the commotion outside.

Johnny briefly sits down on the bed with you, hurriedly grabbing your hand. “I’ll be back before you know it, okay?” he says, trying to bring you some sort of peace in the midst of this uncertain situation.

“Please, be safe.”

He offers you a smile before giving you a quick kiss. “Always,” he says, as casual and playful as usual, right before rushing out of your apartment.

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You practically sat in front of the television all night, watching everything unfold. The Mole had apparently had enough of the surface world, assembling an army of his people to invade New York City. It seemed fitting to attack at night, given many of them can’t stand the sunlight for that long.

Luckily, Johnny and the rest were quick to stop his plans before he got the chance to reach the surface so, although the earthquakes created by his underground devices caused some damage to several buildings, the worst was definitely avoided.

Reed held a small press conference after the villain was officially detained, explaining the overall situation and calming the public before leaving all the diplomatic chatter to Sue, who’s a lot more qualified when it comes to negotiating peace with the people of Subterranea. Ben and Johnny just stood behind them in silence.

It was about two in the morning when Johnny finally made it back to your apartment. You immediately pull him in for a tight hug. “Are you okay?” you ask him, evidently worried, which he can’t help but find incredibly adorable.

“I’m much better now that I’m with you,” he replies to lighten the mood, but he can tell you’re still worried. “Seriously, I’m okay. Don’t worry.”

You take a step back to look at him, almost as if just by looking into his eyes you could immediately tell if he’s lying and there’s an injury he’s not telling you about. He offers you a smile, gently rubbing a hand up and down your arm in an attempt to calm you down.

“And the rest?”

“We’re all good. Sue will have lots of fun tomorrow trying to get some sense into Elder’s head, though.”

“You think he’ll attack the surface again?”

Johnny really doesn’t want you to keep worrying about it, especially if your concerns come from simple speculation. “I mean…he can certainly try. That’s about all he’ll be able to do.”

His comment does help to bring a smile to your face. “Right. Because we just have such great heroes.”

“Yup,” he immediately agrees, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you towards him. You don’t reject his advances one bit, leaning in to kiss him. He makes a sound of contentment against your lips, immediately tightening his grip around you. “I was already missing this,” he mutters.

“Don’t get too clingy on me, Johnny.” It’s only half a warning, because you couldn’t care any less if he decides to keep his arms around you all day.

“Too late,” he grins, pausing briefly before continuing. “I love you.” It’s like he can’t stop saying it now.

And, of course, you can’t get enough either. “I love you too.”

Johnny gives you one last kiss before stepping away from you, slightly stretching his arms with obvious signs of tiredness. “I think I’ll take a shower before bed,” he announces with a sigh. “You’re welcome to join me if you like.”

“Very tempting, but I’ll pass for now.”

He inevitably pouts at your reply. “You won’t even join me as a little ‘thank you’ for saving the city again?”

His words make you roll your eyes, walking past him to your bedroom. “Maybe if you don’t take too long in the shower, I might give you a thank you or two before sleep.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal.”

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#johnny storm x reader #johnny storm x you #johnny storm fic #johnny storm fanfic #johnny storm fanfiction #johnny storm fluff

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thanks for including my work here, it means so much🥹💖 sending lots of love to this lovely person who created this fic rec list and to all the wonderful writers featured!!

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

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My sexuality is whatever this is

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wwinterwitch · 12 days ago

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#Love him

#yes ebon!!!!!

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wwinterwitch · 13 days ago

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it’s actually despicable how badly i need him ☹️🥲💦

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wwinterwitch · 14 days ago

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my johnny storm obsession has officially reached a point where it's physically impossible for me to stop writing fics about him. like i get a silly little idea and boom, 1k written already.

is this is what i've become?

#johnny storm #the fact that it had to be joseph quinn playing him too man like c'mon #why is tumblr telling me this post might be sensitive content #i am kinda sensitive about this so it makes sense tho

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(not so) casual – johnny storm x fem!reader

summary: you're finally done with your presentation, which means you finally have time to focus on whatever it is that you have with johnny (read part 1 here!!) pairing: johnny storm x fem!reader word count: 6.5k tags: overthinker!reader at its finest, a bit insecure too (she has a hard time processing feelings and expressing them), mentions of reader wearing makeup and a dress, fluff!!!!, johnny is just really cute i love him, the fam is really cute too, finally make it official folks it's happening, not proofread & english is my second language

a comment and/or reblog is always appreciated!

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You stand outside of Reed’s office, eyes anxiously scanning the ‘Dr. Richards’ plate outside the room before you finally dare to knock.

“Come in,” you hear from inside.

With shaky hands, you finally open the door and walk inside his office. Even now, you don’t exactly know what to do. You’ve been going over this particular conversation a million times in your head all morning, and you still can’t decipher what approach to take.

Should you immediately start apologizing? Should you pretend like nothing happened and just focus on the project? Should you start immediately begging he doesn’t fail you and leave you another semester in college because of your stupid decisions?

Surprisingly enough, Reed looks nothing like you’d expect. He’s sitting by his desk, glasses on as he reads one of the many textbooks piled up next to him. He looks absolutely normal. Like the Johnny incident didn’t even happen.

“Good morning,” he greets you, a genuine smile on his face as his eyes finally land on you. “You can take a seat,” he adds shortly after, noticing you’re still sheepishly standing by the door.

You don’t say anything. You barely dare to look at him as you walk closer and sit across from him, hands still slightly shaking in your lap and your heart pounding in your chest.

“How are you?”

That question makes you break down entirely.

“I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Richards. I don’t know what I was thinking,” you blurt out, sounding genuinely apologetic. Because you are. You hate the position you’ve put yourself in. Even when you like being around Johnny, seeing him behind your professor’s back is completely out of line. He has every right to be furious.

Reed sighs, crossing his arms across his chest. It’s like he was trying to look over the Johnny situation for his and yours sake today, but now that you brought it up, his expression changed considerably. Still, he doesn’t look as upset as you would’ve expected.

“What you did was very disappointing,” he starts, and you immediately start to feel like you might actually start crying in front of him and embarrass yourself even further. He notices it, so he immediately continues. “But you’ve also done an exceptional job this semester and, as your professor, I’d like to focus only on your academics and not your private life.”

“So…that means you’re not going to fail me?”

He looks at you like you just said the most ridiculous thing he has ever heard in his life. “Of course I’m not failing you over this. Like I said, you’re a very intelligent young woman with a promising career in this field. Whatever it is that you had– or have with Johnny…it’s none of my business.”

You’re speechless, staring back at Reed in complete silence. His words echo inside your mind as you try to make sense of what is going on. Your pessimistic mind was expecting something a lot worse.

Everything’s fine. Your graduation plans are intact.

“As long as it doesn’t interfere with your presentation,” he warns with a faint smile just a few seconds after, trying to lighten up the mood. “Then I’ll have to intervene.”

You smile back at him, almost wanting to stand up from your seat and give your professor a hug because you’re just that grateful. “That would never happen, Mr. Richards.”

“I know, but I just wanted to make sure.”

The rest of the meeting, the two of you focused exclusively on your project. You appreciate how easy it was to talk to him about what was bothering you and the reassurance he was able to provide, moving on from that fairly quickly to pay attention to what currently matters right now.

Eventually, he had to go for one of his lectures and you had to go back to your dorm to go over your presentation. He hands you over the muons device and every single piece of paper that was left in his lab involving your project before the two of you exit his office.

“Thank you again, Mr. Richards,” you say as you both stand in the hall outside his office. “Truly. I couldn’t think of a better tutor and guide.”

He chuckles briefly. “No, thank you for trusting me. It’s been an honor working with you.” The fact that the Reed Richards is saying it’s an honor working with you might actually be the highlight of your entire life.

The two of you part ways, but you’ve only taken a few steps away from his office before he’s calling out for you. As you turn around, you notice he’s hesitant on whether or not to say what’s on his mind.

“Yes?” you offer, trying to give him some sort of encouragement, but he still looks very uncomfortable.

“I, uh, I was supposed to ask…we would love to have you over for dinner some time,” he eventually reveals what has been troubling him.

“Oh,” you mutter, not necessarily expecting that. “Sure. Thanks. I’d like that.”

Reed offers you an awkward smile. “Great. We’ll find a date once you officially become a graduate.”

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You haven’t been seeing Johnny that much. Or anyone for that matter. All you’ve done is stay locked up in your dorm, pacing around it as you mutter your rehearsed speech to present your project, or reading countless books to gather as much information as possible to be prepared for any questions the committee might have for you.

You’re lucky enough to have a roommate that comprehends your struggle, staying up late with you to help you practice your speech or simply leaving a cup of coffee on your desk from time to time. She was also the only person who walked you over to the auditorium where you’d be presenting, giving you one last good-luck-talk before you walked inside.

It’s only Mr. Richards and two other professors waiting for you inside. You don’t miss the reassuring smile he offers you the second your eyes land on him, the gesture providing some sort of reassurance as you try your best to control your nerves.

You know you’d do great. If Reed seemed to be so satisfied with your work, it means you probably did something right. But still, it’s impossible not to be at the edge of having a heart attack when you know this will define your future. It’s the last thing you need to finally graduate.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

The first thing you hear when you leave the auditorium is the loud cheers and screams of your group of friends when they see the massive smile on your face as you rush over them, your expression a confirmation that everything went great and you’re officially done with university.

They hug and congratulate you, and all the love you receive is starting to get a bit too overwhelming, bringing tears to your eyes as you thank them over and over for being there for you in such an important moment in your life.

You laugh when they place a presidential band on you that reads ‘world’s #1 particle physicist’ and a crown at the top of your head. It’s absolutely ridiculous, but you adore the gesture.

One of them brings you closer, curiosity evident in their eyes as they whisper, “You didn’t tell us he was coming.”

At first you don’t know what they mean, until you turn around to meet Johnny looking back at you with a soft smile on his face and a bouquet of flowers in his hand. You’re obviously confused, because you don’t remember ever telling him the exact hour you’ll be presenting your project.

You excuse yourself from your group of friends to walk over to him, unable to stop yourself from smiling like a fool because you really didn’t expect him to be here. And you’re really happy he is.

“Congratulations, world’s number one particle physicist,” he says as soon as you’re standing in front of him, making you laugh.

“Thank you,” you reply, accepting the flowers he offers you before wrapping an arm around his neck. He pulls you close, leaning down to give you a quick kiss on your lips. “How did you know?”

“I got a little head’s up from your professor,” he reveals in a whisper. “I wanted to surprise you.”

You don’t know how to feel about the fact that Reed was involved in this. Having to deal with the fact that he knows about the two of you is certainly something you’ll have to get used to.

“Well, consider me surprised.”

The moment gets interrupted when you spot Reed walking towards the two of you, immediately making you take a step back from Johnny. As if being in his arms is something you shouldn’t be doing in front of him.

The gesture gets noticed by your professor, but he decides not to say anything. In a way, he’s grateful for your discretion. But he also knows that he has some to come to terms with it eventually. And he doesn’t want to feel like he brings any sort of discomfort to you or Johnny.

“Congratulations, kid. I knew you could do this.”

“Thank you, Mr. Richards. I couldn’t have done it without you though.”

He appreciates your kind words, but immediately shakes his head. “Please, the credit’s all yours. You earned that highest distinction on your own.”

“Holy shit, highest distinction,” Johnny says with obvious excitement, turning to look at you. “That’s amazing.” You don’t feel comfortable saying anything because you don’t want to feel like you’re bragging about it, so you simply offer him an awkward shrug. “No, seriously. That’s impressive,” he insists, wanting you to truly embrace your triumph. “I’m very proud of you.”

All his excitement is contagious, instantly making you smile. “Thanks.”

“I’m sure you’ll go celebrate now,” Reed comments, hinting at the group of students waiting for you.

“Oh, yeah. We’ll probably go grab lunch or something and get wasted by 3pm.”

“Sounds like a great plan,” he replies with a soft laugh. “Is your family coming?”

“They’ll be here for my graduation day.”

“Well, then. If you’re free tonight, and the cocktails don't knock you out, perhaps you can come over for dinner.”

You and Johnny exchange a look, which immediately lets you know Johnny was not aware of any dinner plans. You’d figured that the “we’d love to have you over” meant all four of them, but perhaps you were mistaken.

“Sure,” you eventually reply. “I’ll be there.”

Reed offers you a nod. “Great. Have fun with your friends today. And congratulations again.”

“Thank you, Mr. Richards.”

He walks away, leaving just you and Johnny again. “I didn’t know he was going to invite you over.”

“Well, he did extend the invitation the morning after…you know.”

He shakes his head, frowning shortly after. “Did he tell you anything else that day?”

“About you? Not really. I mean, just what I told you about my private life not being my professor’s concern.” The look on his face makes you want to inquire further, because it almost looks like he’s hiding something from you. “Why, what else would he have said?”

“Nothing,” he replies a little too quickly.

You squint your eyes just enough, knowing he’s definitely hiding something. Still, you didn’t have time to get information out of him because you’re starting to feel the consequences of having an empty stomach all morning (coffee was about the only thing your body allowed before the presentation) and your friends are waiting for you.

You’ll get answers soon enough.

“Do you want to join us?” you offer, hinting at your group.

“You don’t mind?”

The question sounds ridiculous. “Why would I mind? I like spending time with you. Besides, you can get to know them a little bit…if that’s something you’re interested in.”

You were so lost in your presentation, you barely had any time to think about where you and Johnny stand now. He stopped by like four different times during the week to make sure you weren’t dying of a nervous breakdown, but he only allowed himself to stay a few minutes to give you space to focus on what you should be focusing on.

Now, you have plenty of time to think about him and whatever it is that you two have. At least you don’t have to hide anymore, so that’s out of the way. But how about the uncertainty of where he stands? Where do you stand? How is him meeting your friends and you having dinner with his family impacting all of this?

You have all the time in the world to focus on that now. No distractions, no other priorities. Not having to hide anything.

“I can stick for a drink or two,” he replies, fixing the crown on top of your head before reaching for your hand, fingers intertwining with yours. “You look cute with that.”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Not like you had any doubts before, but Johnny got along with your friends perfectly. He cracked jokes with everyone, got in a deep conversation with one of your friends studying mechanical engineering, and accepted a round of shots with another two of your friends.

Basically, they all loved him. Which is nothing strange because everyone loves Johnny.

You couldn’t ignore how normal it felt to have him around your friends. Like they had hung out before. He seemed to be comfortable around them as well, and he had no problem holding your hand or giving you a kiss here and there, which is something you also greatly appreciated.

In a way, you hate him. Because he did everything right and now you just like him even more.

“So, you’re like…dating?” your roommate can’t help but finally ask the question. Luckily she waited until the two of you got back to your dorm so you don’t have to answer that in front of your entire group of friends.

You put the mirror down, half-way done with your makeup. She’s been sitting at her desk with her laptop and her headphones on, not really paying much attention to you while you get ready for dinner.

“I don’t know.”

Your answer makes her frown, spinning her chair to properly look at you. “What does that mean?”

“It means…I don’t know.”

“Well, you’re having dinner with his family,” she points out, as if the implication is obvious. “That sounds very ‘dating’ to me.”

“It was Mr. Richards the one who invited me.”

“So? It doesn’t change the fact that you’re having dinner with all of them. And they all know you’re with Johnny.”

You sigh, putting the mirror up once again. “Don’t make me feel any more nervous than I already am.”

“That’s a very ‘dating’ thing to say,” she teases, earning a warning look from you. “Alright, I’m sorry! You have nothing to be nervous about, silly. Everything will turn out great…and then you’ll tell me all about it, of course.”

You laugh at her last comment, rolling your eyes. “Of course.”

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Sue finishes laying the table with the help of H.E.R.B.I.E, while Ben makes sure the sauce cooking at the stove doesn't burn. She smiles when Reed walks past her, making sure to place a quick kiss on her cheek.

“You look handsome,” she points out, complimenting the outfit he chose for the night. “Did she say when she’ll be arriving?”

“Around 8-ish,” Johnny replies before Reed has the chance to reply.

“Ah, you speak now,” his sister comments playfully, crossing her arms across her chest as she watches him resting on the couch. He’s been awfully quiet all afternoon, which is not characteristic of Johnny at all.

“Garlic bread is ready!” Ben announces from the kitchen. “Johnny, help me out.”

Sue still has that playful look on her face that’s making Johnny feel a little on edge, so he walks past her without even acknowledging her, which only fuels his sister’s amusement.

Johnny helps Ben with taking the garlic bread from the oven, inevitably taking a closer look at everything he and Sue have been cooking all day. “You’re doing too much,” he points out, starting to get slightly more anxious by now.

The table looks neatly prepared, with nice tableware they definitely don’t use for regular dinner. There’s a bunch of salads, garlic bread and a cake in the fridge. Sue made a red sauce using the recipe from the cooking book that belonged to their mom– the one she found when she was fourteen, filled with extra instructions written down by Mrs. Storm after years and years of perfecting the recipes to a point where she exceeded the book’s instructions, having to add their own input to them. Johnny is fully aware she likes to make that sauce when she wants to impress someone.

“We’re just very excited,” Ben replies, the playful tone in his voice painfully evident. “I mean, we love the fact that we have a guest over tonight.”

“Alright, that was totally unnecessary,” Johnny snaps back at him almost immediately, having enough after hearing that same ‘love’ joke over and over again.

Johnny made a huge mistake last night when he got back home and Reed immediately started arguing with him and demanding an explanation as to what the hell has been going on between you behind his back. It simply slipped out, because he was also starting to get agitated and he didn’t like that Reed kept insinuating that Johnny’s just toying with you. That he won’t allow him to drag you into his games. That you deserve better than dealing with someone as immature as him.

He didn’t mean to confess that he’s actually in love with you to his entire family. But he did, and there was no going back after that.

They’ve heard Johnny say he’s in love many times in the past. He says it about any girl that he finds attractive. But they know him enough to differentiate when he’s talking seriously and when he says stuff just because he can. It was painfully obvious to all three of them that he was being sincere about it.

Reed got somehow even more upset by that confession, but Sue and Ben were quick to intervene before the argument could escalate any further. Eventually, Reed managed to calm down enough to be able to hear Johnny out, and he finally agreed to let it go with one last reminder to be good to you if he doesn’t want to face any consequences.

But he is facing consequences because Ben won't stop teasing him about it, Sue looks at him weird and Reed still holds a grudge against him. And now he has to sit through dinner with you and all of them.

Ben laughs at his reaction, enjoying this a little too much. Johnny looks displeased, placing the basket of garlic bread on the table. “You better keep your jokes to yourself when she gets here.”

“You haven’t told her, I presume.”

“No, I haven’t told her, you giant idiot!” he snaps, patience hanging by a thread. “I didn’t even want to tell you! It was only because Reed kept yelling at me that I lost it.”

“Oh, so it’s my fault?” Reed chimes in.

“Reed, just get over it already, would you? It’s getting annoying.”

“You slept with one of my students! Multiple times!”

“It was much more than that.”

“Yeah, Reed, he’s in love with one of your students,” Ben quickly corrects.

“You could’ve just stayed quiet, you know?”

“Alright, that’s enough!” Sue finally intervenes, her usual gentleness replaced entirely by annoyance. “You need to stop behaving like a bunch of children. I’ve done a lot today to have a nice dinner tonight. If any of you dare to ruin it, I’ll make sure you feel sorry for the rest of your life.” The three of them stay completely silent, knowing better than to start an argument with Sue. Even H.E.R.B.I.E. is choosing to remain silent. “Understood?”

“Yes, m’am,” they all say in unison.

“Good.”

Sue starts boiling the gnocchi while the entire tower remains in complete silence. The ringing of the elevator seems to be a huge relief to everyone.

The four of them greet you as soon as you step out of the elevator. At first you’re a bit intimidated, but you feel slightly more comfortable after the first few hello’s.

“Sorry if I took a little longer to get here,” you start, hinting at the bottle of wine on your hand. “I wanted to bring something.”

“No, you’re right on time,” Sue replies, starting to head towards the kitchen area. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

Reed grabs the bottle from your hands. “I got it,” he offers you a smile, right before following after his wife.

Johnny’s practically unable to stop smiling as soon as you arrive, extending his hand as a sign for you to head towards the dining table, following right behind you.

“Reed told us you got the highest distinction today,” Ben starts, just trying to start a casual conversation with you. “That’s very impressive. Congratulations.”

You can’t help but feel a little embarrassed. “Thank you. I barely slept all week.”

“I can imagine,” he offers sympathetically. “Speaking of…I just remembered we had a little surprise for you.”

Sue immediately looks up at Ben when he says that, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “That’s right! Could you go get it, Ben? I left it on top of my drawer.”

As soon as Ben leaves, Johnny puts a hand on your lower back to pull you closer to him. “You look beautiful,” he says, right before leaning a little bit closer so no one would hear what he wants to say next. “You're wearing this dress on purpose, aren’t you?”

Of course you are. It’s Johnny’s favorite. “Maybe,” you reply in a complicit whisper.

He shakes his head, smirking. “Bad girl.”

Ben returns with a gift in his hand. It even has a bow adorning the bag and a little card that reads ‘Congratulations, fellow scientist!’

“Is this really for me?” you ask in disbelief, accepting the bag from Ben with a puzzled expression. You weren’t expecting them to get you anything.

“Of course it is,” Reed replied.

The four of them look very excited to see your reaction, so you don’t keep them waiting any longer and decide to open your present. A few light chuckles emerge when you finally find out what’s inside, your mouth opening in surprise as you scan the title of the book over and over again in complete disbelief.

It’s the latest book that one of your most admired physicists is supposed to be publishing in the next few months, and it just happens to be about a topic relating to the project you presented today. You’re even more surprised when you realize it has her signature and a little message on the very first page.

“No way!” you exclaim, unable to wipe the smile off your face. “It’s…I don’t…how did you even get this? It hasn’t been published yet.”

“Dr. Henry is a very close friend of mine, so I tried asking her if there was any chance we could get you a copy,” Sue explains. “She was more than happy to sign it for you.”

“This is probably one of the best gifts I’ve ever received,” you comment, still visibly shocked, which makes everyone laugh again. “Thank you so much, seriously.”

“You’re welcome, darling,” Sue replies with a warm smile. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Uh, ’like’ it’s an understatement.”

You keep eyeing the book that’s currently in your hands, unable to believe this copy of an unpublished book from your favorite scientist in the entire world is yours. Finding your joy unbearably cute, Johnny wraps an arm around your shoulders as he takes a look at the book with you. You lean into his touch, your eyes closing briefly when you feel him kiss your temple.

When you finally recover from the initial shock of receiving such a gift, you offer to help Sue with the gnocchi while Reed pours the glasses of wine. You only take a seat when every plate is set at the table.

Reed hands you your glass as soon as you sit down. “Thank you, Mr. Richards.”

“I think you can start calling me Reed.”

“I’ll have to get used to it, but I can try,” you reply, sharing a quick laugh with him.

“Me too, but…well, I guess I’m not just your teacher anymore,” he points out, finally daring to address the situation between you and Johnny.

You don’t really know what to say at first, immediately feeling like you might want to have a little wine in your system if this topic is going to be brought up throughout the night. “I guess you’re not…” you mutter, right before taking a sip.

It’s at this very moment where you realized you can’t keep pretending like you don’t know exactly what is going on. Because even when you try to act like it, you’re not stupid. You can trick your brain into analyzing many variables and ponder different theories, but you know the answer is right there in front of you.

This isn’t casual anymore. You and Johnny are practically dating right now.

You might’ve had your doubts regarding breakfast in bed or keeping sweatshirts, but you can’t doubt this current situation. Not a single girl that Johnny’s been with has experienced what you’re experiencing right now. There’s just no way.

Thankfully, the group starts talking about other things so you’re able to stop thinking about that to actually engage in conversation with them. Your only source of distraction seems to be Johnny, who just can’t help himself from occasionally resting your hand on your thigh, sometimes moving a little too far up for your own sake. Luckily no one else notices.

When you finally take your first bite of the gnocchi (after preoccupying yourself with that delicious garlic bread), Sue waits for your review expectantly. It’s why she made that sauce in the first place.

“How is it?”

You nod in immediate approval, taking a second to eat that first bite before speaking. “It’s incredible.”

“It’s our mom’s recipe. I mean, it’s on a cooking book that she owned, but she added notes to each one to make them hers,” she begins explaining, a nostalgic look on her face at the memory of her. “Reading all those little notes felt like having her right there with me to tell me what to do.”

“That’s very sweet,” you offer, appreciating that she’s sharing that with you. “She was very talented then, because this sauce it’s amazing.”

Dinner continues with more casual conversation. It’s somehow turning out even better than you could’ve anticipated. Reed doesn’t seem uncomfortable by having you there as something other than your student, you have a lot of silly little jokes with Ben that’ll surely come back in the future, and you could talk with Sue for hours without running out of topics to discuss.

They all seem to like you, so it’s a good sign. Of course they liked you before when they’d occasionally interact with you, but now they really like you. As in ‘I genuinely enjoy the fact that we’ll get to spend a lot more time with this girl’ kind of liking.

Before you know it, it’s nearly midnight and all of you are still gathered around the table chatting. From gnocchi and salad to dessert to empty cups of espresso. It’s only when Sue yawns that the five of you decide it’s probably best to go to bed.

“We can take care of all of that tomorrow,” Reed says when he notices you’re about to carry a few plates to the sink.

“Oh, it’s no problem,” you reply. After the book and the incredible dinner, the least you could do is help to leave their kitchen spotless. “I’m not even tired yet. It’s fine.”

“No, please. It’s not necessary.”

“I insist, Reed. It’s fine.”

He can’t help but laugh at the way you say his name, finding it incredibly amusing. “Alright.”

They all say their goodnights before leaving you and Johnny in the kitchen. He calls out for H.E.R.B.I.E., the little robot immediately appearing to help the two of you out with the cleaning.

“How do you think it went?” you eventually ask Johnny, washing the dishes while Johnny cleans the counters and H.E.R.B.I.E. brings you more stuff from the table and puts away whatever he can find that’s out of place.

“Great. You?”

“Yeah, it was great.” There’s a brief pause before you decide to inquire further. “Did you feel comfortable, though?”

“What do you mean?”

You shrug, starting to feel a little embarrassed, almost done with the dishes already. “I mean…I don’t know. You met all of my friends today and now I’m here having dinner with your family. It’s all just a little–”

“Do you feel uncomfortable?” he cuts you off before you can finish.

“No, not at all, that’s what I’m trying to say. It doesn’t feel uncomfortable at all,” you reply, choosing to share a bit of your own feelings now. “I actually liked that you met my friends and dinner was very fun. Like I wouldn’t mind if this is, you know…a recurrent thing.”

The situation brings a smirk to Johnny’s face, walking towards you until he’s standing right behind you. “Define ‘this’.”

“Stop.” You let out a soft chuckle, knowing he just wants to tease you. “You know what I mean.”

“I know, you just look cute when you get embarrassed.” He leaves a few kisses on your shoulder, thinking about what to say next. “You want this to be more official?”

“I’m asking you if you want this to be more official.”

“No. You’re just tiptoeing around it, waiting for me to say what you won’t dare to say out loud.”

You wipe your hands clean with a dishcloth, turning to look at him. You can’t help but feel a little offended. “I’m not scared, if that’s what you’re implying.”

He leans closer, the challenge evident in the way he looks back at you. “Then say what’s on your mind.”

There’s a brief silence between you. He waits for you to say something while you build up the courage to be direct for one. Perhaps he’s right about you tiptoeing around certain things in hopes he brings them up first.

So, you finally dare to say what’s been on your mind all day. “I want to be with you. Officially.”

“Is that your way of asking me to be your boyfriend?”

“What, you want me to actually ask you?”

“Yes, please. That’d be very nice of you.”

You sigh. It’s evident he’s enjoying this way too much for your liking. But in a way, it’s helping you to build up the courage you desperately needed before when you decided to immediately push him away the first chance you got.

“Would you like to be my boyfriend?” you eventually comply, feeling embarrassed but oddly confident at the same time.

He doesn’t reply. Not with words, at least. Instead, he grabs your face with both of his hands to pull you closer, crashing his lips with yours. It’s probably the best answer you could’ve hoped for.

Johnny refuses to let you go just yet after the kiss ends. “See? It wasn’t so hard,” he teases, looking back at you in a way that’s almost making you want to look away because it’s just that intense. Like you’re the most mesmerizing sight he’s ever seen in his entire life. Like you feel truly seen for the very first time– inside and out. He takes you in. All of you.

There’s something incredibly intimate in this moment, holding onto one another and simply enjoying how nice it feels to just be in each other’s presence. To look into Johnny’s eyes and just think: this is my boyfriend, and holy shit is he pretty.

It’s way past midnight at this point, and the effects of barely getting any sleep these past few days are really starting to get to you because you feel beyond exhausted by now. Johnny seems to notice, gently tracing your cheek with the back of his hand as he offers you a soft smile. “Let’s go to bed,” he whispers, leaning closer for one last kiss before finally letting you go.

The two of you leave the kitchen to head over to his room. As you walk inside his bathroom, you’re pleasantly surprised to see that the bag you left here ages ago is still on top of the counter like always. After the many nights you spent here, you just started to leave things here in case you needed them. Toothbrush, makeup removal, lip balm, a few skincare products…in hindsight, this was also a very dating thing to do.

You eye Johnny curiously when he walks inside the bathroom. He only realizes you’re looking at him when he puts his toothbrush in his mouth and looks at you through the mirror.

“The bag,” you say out loud, explaining why you’re giving him that look. “It’s still here.”

He shrugs, not understanding what you mean. “It’s your stuff,” he says while continuing to brush his teeth. “What would I do with that?”

“I don’t know…I figured you’d keep it in one of the drawers or something,” you shrug this time, starting to wipe off all of your makeup. “In case you had anyone else over or something.”

Even when you try to pass the last comment as a silly joke, Johnny can easily tell that you're doing that thing where you want to say something without directly saying it. The implication makes him roll his eyes. “Who would I bring over?”

“Anyone.”

“I wasn’t seeing anyone but you.”

You playfully roll your eyes, but then you realize he’s genuinely telling the truth. “Really?”

“Really.”

“You mean…all this time?”

He leans down to spit the toothpaste on the sink, washing away any remains off the corner of his mouth. “Yup. Ever since we started seeing each other,” he replies, bringing a small towel to his face before finally turning to look at you. Not through the mirror, but directly at you as you’re halfway done with removing your makeup. “Why, were you seeing anyone else?”

“No.”

“Really?” he fakes surprise, copying what you said to him just moments earlier. You roll your eyes again and he walks closer to kiss your shoulder. “You look like a raccoon,” he comments when he sees you through the mirror again, your mascara leaving a dark circle around your eyes when you begin taking it off.

“You always say that.”

“Yeah, because you always look like a raccoon when you take that thing off.”

He walks out of the bathroom to wait for you. You’ve done a similar routine with him before, but now that everyone knows you’re together and you don’t have to analyze every single little detail to figure out if you're friends with benefits or a couple or whatever, you can’t help but enjoy it that much more. You already liked these little things before, but now you don’t have to lose your mind for enjoying them.

Already done with your night routine, you grab your bag to leave the bathroom. Johnny’s sitting by his desk, focused on building one of the many collectible cars he has displayed on a shelf in his room. He’s in dying need of finding a new place for them because he’s almost done building this one and he already bought like five more of them. The shelf is becoming way too small for his collection.

You throw your bag onto the bed before grabbing a shirt from Johnny’s closet, taking off your dress and heels to put on his shirt instead. “What a view,” you hear him comment, the car long forgotten, choosing to watch you get changed instead. Realizing you’re ready to go to bed, he puts one last piece of the buildable car before leaving it on his desk.

He pulls the covers off, clearly catching him by surprise when you make him take a seat on his bed before he can do anything else. A little grin appears on his face when you straddle his lap, his hands immediately sneaking underneath his shirt that you’re wearing to place them at your hips.

“I thought we were going to sleep,” he says, looking up at you with a curious expression on his face. “Not that I’m complaining…”

“We are going to sleep,” you reply, right before reaching to your side of the bed to grab your bag. “But you need your skincare first.”

“Right,” he mutters, and his reaction makes you laugh because you knew exactly what you were doing when you sat on his lap. “You’re very evil.”

“You love it.”

You didn’t mean it like that. Of course you didn’t, but Johnny can’t help but remember the way Ben wouldn’t stop teasing him about what he confessed yesterday. Or the way Sue and Reed would look at him whenever they remembered what he said.

Even if you didn’t mean it like that, it’s true. He does love it when you tease him, just like he loves to make you laugh and get lost in your eyes. And that’s because he loves you.

But that’s a confession he’s not ready to make to you just yet.

So instead of saying anything, he just sits in silence as you apply a series of products on his face. He doesn’t know exactly what they are, but he has to admit his skin looks a lot better when he uses them so he just lets you do it.

You smile at him when you’re finished, kissing him shortly on the lips before standing up from his lap, putting all the products back inside your bag before leaving it on the nightstand on your side of the bed.

His arms are around you as soon as the two of you are underneath the covers and the lights are finally off. He pulls you close, securing you in his arms as you lean into his touch, sighing in content when you feel his lips on the back of your neck.

“I missed having you here with me,” he whispers, his voice so sincere and peaceful you can’t help but feel your heart instantly melting.

“I missed this too,” you whisper back.

There’s complete silence after that. You figured he’s just gone to sleep already, so you get comfortable in his arms and intend to do just that when you hear him whisper again. “I’m not letting you go ever again.”

His voice is so quiet, you’re not sure if he actually meant to say it out loud or if it just slips out of his lips before he can stop himself.

And perhaps you don’t mean to reply either, but it just comes out.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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wwinterwitch · 16 days ago

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You're way too sweet! Thank you for this. It really means a lot. I'm glad you enjoyed the fic❣️

It’s amazing that someone already wrote a secret-relationship fic for Johnny.

I’ve had this idea in my head since before the movie came out and I was really hoping someone would write something for it. I can’t believe it happened so soon.

This fic by @wwinterwitch is so good. I can't wait to see what they write next!

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wwinterwitch · 16 days ago

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casual – johnny storm x fem!reader

summary: as if your relationship with your professor's brother-in-law wasn't complicated enough, you decide to add feelings into the mix (read part 2 here!) pairing: johnny storm x fem!reader word count: 6.4k (i got way too invested) tags: no 4F spoilers, sexual themes (nothing explicit, but it's a very recurrent topic so if that's not your cup of tea i'd keep it in mind before reading), reader is in college and reed is her professor, i know absolutely nothing about science in general (i'm so sorry, i tried), nicknames (baby, good girl), secret situationship (yikes), angst, reader's kinda impulsive, overthinker too, johnny is chaotic and desperate, fluff, not proofread & english is my second language

a comment and/or reblog is always appreciated!

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“Johnny,” you mutter softly. You meant it as a warning, but it comes out as something else entirely.

“I know, baby,” he whispers against your lips after hearing the way his name slips out of your mouth. “I know.”

Hot and intense, his mouth finds yours with a hunger that consumes the two of you. And just like any other time, it's like every rational thought got wiped from your brain. Like even the tiniest amount of self control got stripped away from you the second his hands are on your body and his tongue tangles with your own.

It's a kind of power that Johnny Storm seems to hold over you. You're still not sure if you love it or hate it.

A soft sound escapes you when you bump against the desk behind you and, almost encouraged by it, Johnny gently shoves you backward with his body, practically forcing you to sit on top of the furniture while his lips refuse to leave yours.

You know this isn't right. That you really shouldn't be doing this. Reed trusted you to keep his lab in pristine conditions while you work on your project– the one he was kind enough to help you with when he accepted to be your tutor.

But instead…you're using it for your secret make out sessions with his brother-in-law.

It's even easier for him to get what he wants now that Reed and Sue left for a two-week trip to Europe for their wedding anniversary. No one’s there to keep you busy at the lab. He doesn't have to wait around for you to finally be done at the lab to come looking for you, stealing you away to have a little fun in the privacy of his bedroom.

In all honesty, it’s Johnny’s fault. Or at least he holds most of the blame. Because every time you visit the tower with the intention of working on your project, he follows after you like a lost puppy and turns his charm to a hundred to sneak his way into your schedule. Every single goddamn time. And sometimes you’re too busy to stop by the lab, so he just visits you at your college dorm.

It’s been like that for most of the semester. Ever since you asked Mr. Richards for help. You’ve been hooking up with Johnny behind Reed’s back for months now, and despite knowing how wrong that is, you can’t bring yourself to stop.

Hearing that your professor was going to Europe for two weeks didn’t bother you that much, because it meant spending a lot more time with Johnny. Although at first, it was hard convincing Reed to take a break from his duties, especially after he agreed to help you out.

He just didn’t want to fail you. That project is the final step for you to graduate as a physicist at State University (following Reed's footsteps), so he knows how much it means. It's inevitable for him not to feel connected to you in some strange way, already seeing your tremendous potential. Perhaps he sees a lot of his own ambition and hard work in you, and that's why he immediately agreed to help you.

As soon as you found out that being around to help you was one of the reasons he wouldn't leave New York, you reassured him everything will be okay. That you're more than capable of working by yourself for two weeks. He eventually agreed to pack his bags and travel outside the country for a few days, as long as you send him as many updates as possible and make sure to reach out if you need any help.

So, you’ve been working by yourself on the project, sending him updates, taking care of your other courses, and making time for Johnny without having to jeopardize your academics.

But still, you know you shouldn't be doing this.

You feel Johnny’s lips move to your neck, his hands eagerly exploring your body. You keep your arms around his shoulders, legs dangling from the edge of the desk while he stands between them. It's obvious he's getting increasingly desperate, not having nearly enough of you yet.

For now, you allow him to take full control. To kiss and hold you as he pleases. In a way, it's almost therapeutic. To shut your brain off and let him pamper you with affection, letting go of all the stress from your final semester in college.

That's what got you in this mess in the first place. Sure, if you needed a distraction from your academics, you could've just gone jogging. Or find a new hobby. You didn't necessarily need to get into Johnny Storm’s bed. But he does have a reputation with women and as soon as you first met him, it made perfect sense. You get it. You're not going to pretend like you're immune to his charm. And he was persistent. It was practically impossible for you not to give in at some point.

It works for both of you. He gets to have fun and you get a distraction. And oh, does Johnny enjoy being your little distraction. He takes the role extremely seriously. Whether it's you comfortably straddling his lap or his head buried deep between your legs…whatever chance he gets to have his hands on you, he'll gladly take it. He’s just happy to help you out.

Moving back just enough to look at you, Johnny can't help but smirk when he takes in what you're wearing, eyes immediately landing on the small tag with your name written on it. Just underneath the logo of your University embroidered in your white lab coat.

“I love when you wear this,” he comments, hinting at the piece of clothing, giving it a light tug with his fingers. “It's kinda hot.”

The comment makes you giggle. “Really?”

He nods almost immediately, eyes focused on your swollen lips for a few seconds before they finally meet your eyes. “Really,” he repeats, leaning closer for a quick kiss. “My gorgeous little physicist,” he adds playfully, smirk widening.

“Almost physicist.”

“Yes, always with the technicality,” he mutters sarcastically, rolling his eyes as you giggle again. “But you'll be graduating in a few months so you're practically a physicist by now.”

Then, his demeanor loses a bit of that playfulness he was portraying just now, replaced by something slightly darker. Dangerous.

“And you're gorgeous…” he starts, placing a soft kiss on your lips again. Your heart begins beating even faster when his hand squeezes your thigh. “And you're mine…” he continues, breaking down his previous statement in separate sentences.

His lips find your neck again, hand practically underneath your skirt now. “With that…I can't argue.”

You feel him grin against your neck. “Good girl.”

A shiver runs down your spine when he says it, almost wanting to throw caution to the wind and let him have you right there if he wants. However, you manage to lightly shove him away from you, planting your feet on the ground to resume your work.

“You’re evil,” he comments, disappointment evident in his voice as he watches you walk away. “I’m working,” you correct, making him smirk as he simply shakes his head, deciding to leave you to focus on your project for now.

You put out a notebook to start writing a few equations, hearing as Johnny starts playing with a stress ball Reed had on his desk, trying to keep himself entertained while you work, although you know he can’t stay quiet for too long.

“Do I bother you if I talk?” he asks eventually, his attention drifting to you now. He watches as you ditch your notebook to use Reed’s whiteboard instead.

“Not really,” you reply casually, entirely focused on the equations before you.

And so he begins ranting about his week. It’s normal for him to do that when you’re focused on something else and he’s starting to get a little bored. You’d sometimes make a comment or two, genuinely managing to balance mathematics and Johnny’s everyday life almost perfectly in your brain.

You forget about the equations entirely when you hear him talk about this new car exhibition he’s been meaning to go to. “Is that the one near the Square?”

“How would you know that?” he asks, beyond confused. He knows you’re not an automobile fanatic. It’s one of the first topics of conversation the two of you had.

“I just sort of remembered. A fraternity hosted a party in honor of that last weekend. They just wouldn’t shut up about it.”

He completely forgets about the exhibition, eyes sparkling with amusement. “You went to a fraternity-hosted party?”

There’s a brief pause before you turn to look at him. “Am I not supposed to go?”

“No, no. It was probably fun, I just…I can’t really picture you partying at a fraternity house,” he shrugs innocently. “It doesn’t look like your kind of crowd.”

“Well, for your information, I get invited to many fraternity parties.��

“I can imagine,” he mutters, a slight hint of something in his voice that you can’t quite decipher. Or perhaps you do, but you won’t dare to ask him if what you’re thinking it’s correct.

Instead, you try a different approach. Less direct. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

He hesitates, sensing he might be falling into a trap here. All he does is hint at you– all of you, from head to toe, as if that is enough answer. Since you keep standing there waiting for him to say something, he decides to speak. “You’re hot. I can see why those guys would want you at every single party.”

“And that…bothers you?” you ask, a faint smile on your lips.

Johnny rolls his eyes almost immediately, scoffing. “Of course not. I was just pointing it out.” His voice sounds way too defensive now, which makes you smile even wider. “It doesn’t bother me.”

Deciding to spare him, you simply nod your head in agreement with his statement before focusing back on the whiteboard. A pair or arms are wrapping around your waist from behind just seconds later.

“But perhaps skipping a few of those parties wouldn’t hurt.”

You can’t help but laugh out loud, turning around to face him. He’s already smiling when your eyes meet his, and he looks so cute you just can’t help but stare at him.

He looks back at you, moving a hand up to your hair, fingers gently tangling in it. Despite knowing better, you inevitably start feeling butterflies when he uses that same hand to tilt your head just enough, eyes never once leaving your own.

It’s moments like these when you start to get confused about the nature of yours and Johnny’s relationship. It was implicitly agreed that whatever is going on, it’s just casual. A distraction. You’re not his girlfriend and he’s not your boyfriend. You don’t do girlfriend-boyfriend stuff, and you definitely do not have girlfriend-boyfriend feelings for each other.

But the line gets dangerously blurry when he starts getting jealous about the idea of you in a frat house. Or when you have breakfast in bed together. Or when you felt compelled to leave him a note on his nightstand with a ‘have a nice day <3’ written on it. Or when you tried to give him back one of his sweatshirts and he refused to accept it so it’s practically yours now. And let’s not even mention the fact that you recently turned down a date because all you could think about was Johnny (even when you know he’s probably not rejecting girls because of some weird ‘loyalty’ towards you).

Despite all that, you’re definitely not girlfriend and boyfriend, because you can go days without knowing much about one another and it’s completely fine. You’ve never said that you like or miss him out loud, and you’ve never expected him to ever say it to you either. And you’ve seen enough on TV to know that Johnny still very much enjoys receiving the attention of his many female admirers.

“What are you thinking?” Johnny asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Of course there’s no scenario where you’d actually share any of what's on your mind with him. “That I should probably get back to work.”

“Should you?” The little pout he makes almost makes you break. Almost.

“I think I should.”

He groans. “Five-minute break?”

“Two minutes.”

Johnny smirks almost immediately. “I can work with that.”

Before you know it, his lips meet yours again in a passionate kiss that takes your breath away. Inevitably, you find yourself moaning into his mouth when you feel the way he pulls at your hair just enough to get a reaction out of you.

“‘Atta girl,” he praises briefly, right before resuming the kiss.

You keep making out for a few seconds before he makes you take a seat, immediately kneeling before you. His blue eyes sparkle with mischief as he looks up into your eyes, fingers delicately tracing up your legs before he places one of them over his shoulder.

“Johnny,” you whisper his name as soon as his lips meet your inner thigh, peppering kisses all over your skin. The fact that keeps looking up at you isn’t helping your situation at all.

“I’ll make the most of my two minutes,” he whispers, voice shaky, hurried, desperate. His hands quickly slide your skirt up even more. “I promise.”

Just before things can escalate even further, the main computer in Reed’s lab alerts you of an incoming call. You can only assume it's him wanting to hear about new updates.

Johnny tries to pretend like he doesn't even hear it. Perhaps he genuinely doesn’t, because he’s too focused on your body to care. But you hear it, panicking almost immediately as you hurriedly shove him away to stand up, rushing towards the panel to answer the call.

“Hello, Mr. Richards,” you greet him, trying to control your breathing. Even when he can't see your current state, you can't help but feel beyond embarrassed by the entire situation as you fix your hair and clothing.

“Hey. I just wanted to check on you, see if you maybe needed my assistance with anything.”

Before you can answer, you feel Johnny’s hand sneaking around your waist from behind you, pulling you tight against his body. Afraid that Reed might hear anything, you immediately try to push him away. That only seems to fuel his determination to keep you close, moving your hair out of the way to start kissing your neck.

“I, uh…everything is perfectly fine,” you manage to say, trying to ignore the sensations running through your body due to Johnny’s actions. “I want to test the functionality today, to make sure the artifact is registering the muons correctly before I begin testing it on different latitudes outside the lab.”

“Good. Make sure you calibrate it correctly. Once it's stable, it should work outside the lab just fine.”

You really try to focus only on Reed’s feedback, but it's practically impossible to do that when Johnny finds a particularly sensitive spot near your pulse point, his teeth sinking delicately on your skin, almost making you moan out loud.

He knows exactly what he's doing to you, proceeding to suck on your skin now, holding you close to his body while you try to stay as quiet as possible.

“Hello?” Reed speaks again.

“Yeah…” is all you can say, slightly out of breath. It's impossible to do much when Johnny is giving you a hickey. “Still here…”

“Oh, I thought the call went off.”

“Sorry,” you mutter, giving Johnny a warning look when he finally gives you some space. “I was just checking my notes in case I had any questions written down.”

“Well, if something comes up, you know I’m only one call away.”

“I wouldn't want to disturb your trip, Mr. Richards.”

“Thank you!” you hear his wife’s voice through the line, which inevitably makes you laugh. Her tone lets you know she doesn't appreciate Reed’s insistent need for working.

Much to your horror, you hear Johnny's voice behind you now. “Just go enjoy your vacation, man!”

There’s a brief silence on the other side of the call. You immediately turn to look at Johnny as if he's crazy for opening his mouth, but all he does in return is offer you a quick shrug. Of course he wouldn't care. It's not like he's currently responsible for Reed’s lab while he's away.

“Why are you in the lab?”

You cover your face with both hands, wishing your little device for muons could suddenly become a time machine to avoid this situation entirely. If your professor were to find out what you’ve been up to, he’d not only fail you, but probably refuse to help you out ever again. The last thing you want is one of your greatest idols feeling disappointed in you.

“Oh, I just heard things exploding so I figured I’d stop by to make sure your student doesn't blow this place up,” he says casually, giving you a wink while you keep glaring at him.

“That's not true, Mr. Richards,” you feel the need to say immediately after. “Everything is perfectly fine.”

“Johnny, I just want to remind you that you’re not allowed to touch anything you’re not supposed to when I’m not there. Unless she says you can.”

“Since when do I have a babysitter at my own house?”

“Since I don’t trust you around my things!” Reed insists, his voice becoming even harsher.

Johnny offers you a little smirk, once again pulling you closer to him. “Don’t worry, Reed. I won’t be touching your things,” he replies, the double meaning in his words something only you could decipher, and it makes you immediately roll your eyes.

“Thank you,” he mutters sarcastically. Then, he addresses you. The way he says your name gives you some sense of relief because it lets you know he's not upset. “I’m really excited to see how the device is working once I get back. I’m very impressed with your work so far. Keep it up, alright?”

You can't help but smile after his words of encouragement. It means so much coming from someone you’ve admired for so long. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.”

“You're welcome. I, uh…I have to go now, but please don't hesitate to contact me if you need anything,” he insists. His wife probably wants him off the phone immediately. “And Johnny, get out of my lab!”

“Love you, Johnny!” you hear Sue’s voice right before the call ends.

You let out a sigh of relief, immediately pushing Johnny away from you. The fact that he almost got you in trouble is more than enough reason to focus entirely on your work now. He clearly doesn’t care if he puts your entire future career at risk. Cracking a joke seems a lot more important, apparently.

You refuse to give him any other minute of your time.

Johnny can immediately sense the shift in your demeanor when you walk away from him, back fully turned to him while you worry about your project.

He could leave you alone to focus, but he hates to think that you're angry with him. As he walks closer to you, he watches you angrily write down a few equations on the whiteboard, which is really all he needs to confirm his initial worry. You are upset.

“I think that can wait,” Johnny says softly, testing his luck, hoping you'd at least turn to look at him.

“No, it can't. That's why I’m here in the first place,” you snap back at him, cursing under your breath when you get a few numbers wrong, wiping everything off, having to start your equations all over again.

Johnny is quiet for a few seconds. This is the first time he has ever managed to make you properly upset and it's already killing him. It's like you have managed to build an unbreakable wall between the two of you.

“I’m sorry if I almost got you in trouble,” he insists. You just keep writing. “Although I doubt Reed would get upset with you if I’m in his precious lab without permission– if anything, he'll get mad at me.”

You don't answer him.

“Alright, that's very mature of you,” he mutters. “Did you freak out because of that, or because you didn't want him to find out about us?”

You sigh in frustration, his last comment triggers something deep within you. ‘Us’? Perhaps getting involved with your professor’s brother-in-law is one of the dumbest mistakes you’ve made in your life. Because of course you'll be mortified if he finds out! All of your future could be in danger because of this little secret adventure, and somehow you were willing to ruin everything you’ve worked for a guy you probably won't see again after you're done working with Reed.

That’s the worst part! You were risking everything for a relationship that isn’t even a proper relationship. For a guy who probably has breakfast in bed with plenty of other girls aside from you before sending them home in one of his stupid sweatshirts. What were you thinking? That Johnny Strom wouldn’t know exactly what to say or do to make a girl feel like she’s the one? It’s like you’re some gullible teenager who doesn’t know any better.

It's not worth it. It was never worth it.

“Just say something,” Johnny pleads, not knowing what else to say at this point. “Anything.”

You get the equation wrong again, feeling more frustrated than ever. Perhaps you should try to calm yourself down before doing anything else. You feel completely overwhelmed, unable to focus on the board or Johnny. Much less focus on both at the same time.

But then you hear him call out your name, and that’s when you lose it.

“I want to be alone!” you snap at him, the eraser for the whiteboard falling from your hands before you can prevent it, making a loud noise as it hits the ground. “Could you please leave?”

Johnny is disappointed with your answer. You see it in his eyes. He's frustrated and upset, but you can also tell he’s done trying. “Sure.” ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

After a few hours inside the lab, you manage to find enough time to calm down, focus on the project, and have a much needed reflection about your current situation with Johnny.

It’s clearly taking a toll on you. Perhaps it’s the need of always having to sneak around. Maybe it’s the fear of failing this project and losing Reed’s respect. Or you just don’t do well with casualness. Whatever it is, you know for a fact this would only make you feel worse if you allow it to continue.

As you were gathering your things to leave, you knew your decision was made. And it is definitive. You must prioritize this project.

Still, something doesn't feel right. All the way up the elevator to the moment you're standing in front of his bedroom door, something feels slightly out of place. But you don't have any time to ponder about it when he’s already opening the door and your eyes meet his and the words just come out of your mouth before you know it.

“We need to stop seeing each other.”

You can see your words take him by surprise. Perhaps he wasn't expecting that. Perhaps he's just surprised by how casual you look when you say it. Or maybe it's both. You don't really know, because Johnny has proved himself to be a very difficult person to read when it comes to how he's feeling towards you.

This needs to end it before it backfires on you.

“Okay,” is all you get back. A part of you is disappointed that he doesn't say anything else, but perhaps it's for the best. It's easier that way.

You take one last look at him before heading back towards the elevator, intending to get the hell out of there as soon as possible.

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The situation certainly backfired on you, but not in the way you anticipated.

Ever since that day, Johnny stopped showing up at the lab entirely. You don't see him at all. Sometimes you’d bump into Ben or Sue after she and Reed got back from their trip, but it's like Johnny completely disappears when you’re in the building.

And you also started to notice a few things about yourself now that you’re away from Johnny. How it takes a little longer to focus on what you should be doing or how easily distracted you can get in your own head. How excited you secretly get when you think you're about to run into Johnny, only to encounter another of the Fantastic Four instead (and how disappointing that feels for some reason). How it genuinely feels like something is missing.

It's absolutely ridiculous. You pushed him away thinking it’d make things better, but your life has only gotten worse since you don't have him around anymore.

“Alright, how about we call it a day for now?” you hear Reed suddenly speaking, making you snap out of your thoughts.

“What?”

He offers you a sympathetic smile, taking his glasses off before walking closer to you. “I can see you're a bit distracted. Perhaps you’re not getting enough sleep?”

Oh, if only he knew who's responsible for it…

“I think all the stress before graduating is starting to take a toll on me,” you reply with a soft sigh. “But it's nothing I can't handle.”

“I know you can handle stress just fine, kid, but that doesn't mean you have to. And perhaps I’ve been responsible for that too,” he says the last part in an apologetic tone, knowing he’s probably way too demanding of you.

“Not at all, Mr. Richards. I actually appreciate it because it keeps me constantly improving.”

Reed smiles right after. “I'm glad you see it that way. Alright, here's what we're going to do. You go back to campus and take a much needed nap, and I’ll take the device there tomorrow. We can work there so you don't have to take so many unnecessary trips over here,” he instructs. “We're only about a week away from your presentation anyway.”

You nod in agreement, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach when you realize what that means.

This is your last day here. And the last chance you'll probably have to see Johnny.

That thought crushes you, but perhaps the fact that he never once showed up in the lab or tried looking for you means he already forgot all about you. Perhaps he never had something to even ‘forget’ about.

And so, you grabbed your things and exited Reed’s lab for one last time.

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Gathered at dinner, the group starts talking about their individual days like usual. “How about you, babe?” Sue asks her husband as she pours gravy over her mashed potatoes. “How’s the project going?”

“Amazing. I think the kid will do great at her presentation next week,” he says with evident excitement, bringing a smile out of his wife too. “I’ll take her device back to campus tomorrow so we can keep working from there. She seems more and more exhausted these days, I just want her to get as much rest as possible.”

Before anyone could say anything, Johnny looks up at Reed with a confused and somewhat panicked expression. “I thought she was meant to be here until the end of the week?”

The three others stare at him with obvious curiosity. Yes, they all have interacted with her, but only as Reed’s student. The fact that he's asking a question like that– and with that expression, it's a bit strange.

“She was, but I wanted her to stay on campus so she wouldn't have to waste time coming here anymore,” Reed explains.

“Poor girl, she's probably a nervous wreck by now,” Sue sympathizes with her immediately, frowning in concern.

“You haven't been too harsh on her, have you?” Ben half-jokes. He knows his friend enough to know he was probably a nightmare of a tutor.

But Reed can't answer a single thing, because Johnny speaks again. “You mean she's not coming back? Ever?”

“Yes, Johnny, why do you care?”

There's a complete silence at the table, Johnny tries not to panic and Reed stares back at him with a mixture of confusion and annoyance. Eventually, Johnny just shrugs and continues to eat while the rest resume their conversation.

Immediately after dinner, Johnny is practically rushing outside the building before anyone can ask him where he’s going. They just watch him fly off into the night sky.

“We all know exactly what is going on, right?” Ben asks, standing in front of the large window that leads to the balcony.

“Of course,” Sue replies from the couch.

“Yes,” Reed sighs tiredly next to her, pinching the bridge of his nose. “And I’m going to murder him when he gets back.”

“Let me hear all the details first. I’m invested,” Ben replies playfully, finding it hilarious that Johnny managed to get with Reed’s student without him having any idea of it. Sue seems to find it amusing as well, because she can't stop herself from laughing. “Then you can murder him.”

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You hear insisting tapping from your dorm’s window, which doesn't make any sense because you're on the third floor of a building and the only person who used to do that is definitely gone from your life.

But the tapping-like sound continues, so you have to investigate. Much to your surprise, you meet Johnny there in all of his Human Torch glory as soon as you pull the curtains open. You immediately begin mentally thanking your roommate for staying over at their boyfriend's tonight as you finally open the window for him to get it.

“What are you doing here?” you immediately ask. A part of you is secretly happy to have him here, but another fears things might get even worse than what they already are.

“Reed said you're not coming back.”

“Well, yeah…he thought it’s best to work here this last week.”

“And was it really his own idea?”

You don't appreciate him accusing you of something, but you decide to let that slide for now. “Yes, I had nothing to do with that,” you reply with a shrug. “You still haven't answered my question.”

“Why do you think I’m here?” he asks, exasperated, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

“I don't know. That's why I’m asking.”

“Holy shit, you're even worse than Reed sometimes,” he mutters under his breath, but you hear him perfectly. “I’m here for you, obviously.”

“Oh, obviously,” you repeat sarcastically. “Sure. I should've known. Obvi–”

He cuts you off before you can finish, grabbing your face in his hands as he pulls you in for a kiss. The type of kiss that needs no further explanation. He could've just done that as soon as he got here and you wouldn’t have asked what was going on.

Now you get why he's here.

Keeping you close, Johnny devours your mouth with that characteristic hunger that makes your mind go blank. But there's something in there too. An unknown longing. It makes you realize just how much he's been wanting to be like this with you again. And his grip on your body lets you know he doesn't want to ever let you go.

It's as non-casual as it gets.

When he finally moves away, barely enough to look into your eyes, you can see his panicked expression. Slightly out of breath, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

You're about to ask him what's on his mind when he suddenly blurts out the answer. “I can't be away from you.”

It comes out in the form of a broken, desperate statement. Almost like a plea for you to have mercy with him and accept him back into your life. Like the chances of you demanding that he leaves your dorm immediately are higher than you ever reciprocating his feelings.

Noticing you're not saying anything, he decides to continue. As if you need any convincing at all. “I tried. I really tried to keep my distance. And I know this isn't fair of me because you should be focusing on your studies and not some dumbass who's too stupid to realize what he wants before it's too late, but…I just really want you. That's all. You’re all I want.”

A part of you wants to spare him already, but another wants his rant to keep going. Of course you weren't expecting any of this. You had your delusions from time to time that he might be feeling something for you, but you never would've imagined that he would fly all the way here in the middle of the night just to say all of this.

You open your mouth to speak, but he's immediately speaking again, afraid you might start asking him to leave already. “I know I should've said something sooner, but I was scared. And when you said we shouldn't be seeing each other anymore, I thought I’d just stop caring eventually. It always takes me like…like an hour, I guess. Maybe less. It doesn’t matter. But each day without you just kept getting worse and worse.”

“Johnny…”

“I wanted to talk to you eventually, of course, but then Reed was talking about you during dinner and he said you wouldn’t come back and I started freaking out because I just thought I lost you for good and I didn’t know what to do. And then I felt so stupid for not doing anything sooner. I just had to come talk to you tonight.”

“Johnny…”

“Please. Even if there’s just the slightest chance that you’d take me back…we can talk about it after your presentation, if that’s more comfortable to you. It’s fine by me, I just…I just can’t be without you.”

The faint smile of your lips somehow eases Johnny's panicked state, but he’s still hoping for the worst. This is probably the most chaotic you’ve ever seen him.

“Can I talk now?” you ask softly, gently pressing your hand against his cheek. He leans almost immediately into the touch, slightly less panicked.

“Sorry. That was too much, wasn’t it?”

“A little.”

“It’s been on my mind for weeks, so…”

“Johnny.”

“Sorry.”

There’s a brief silence between you, and you can’t help but giggle a little when you replay the entire interaction in your head. Laughter is a good sign, so he relaxes considerably. He thought he’d be out of your dorm by now.

“I missed you too.”

“Yeah, I probably should’ve just said something like that,” he mutters, embarrassment starting to sink in once he finally starts to fully process everything he just blurted out in a matter of seconds.

“No, what you said was perfect. I’m not really good with words, so I probably would never be able to say half of what you just said…which is why I decided to end things when I did.”

“I get why you did it. You needed to focus on other things.”

“I think I was just running away from my feelings,” you confess, genuinely regretting how things went down that day. “I’m sorry.”

Johnny shrugs. “I mean, I was doing the same thing, so…I guess we’re even.”

You let out a soft chuckle. “I guess we’re even.”

Johnny smiles at you, unable to stop himself as he pulls you closer again, this time to simply hold you in his arms. He rests his head on your shoulder, sighing in content. “I really missed you.”

“Oh, really? I had a little suspicion, but I wasn’t quite sure just yet.”

“You’re getting clever with your jokes now,” he comments playfully, moving back to look into your eyes. “I thought all this time with Reed might’ve consumed all the fun right out of you.”

“Mr. Richards is fun. Speaking of, does he know you’re here?”

“Most likely. And I hate it when you call him that.”

“He’s going to kill you. And me, probably.”

“Well, it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make for you, baby.”

You playfully roll your eyes at that. “That was awful.”

He looks immediately offended, which makes you laugh again as you kiss his cheek as a silent apology. “Please, take that back right now. Take it back or I swear–”

“It’s the cutest, most adorable, heart-warming thing you have ever said to me,” you immediately comply, pulling him in for a kiss he gladly returns.

The kiss lasts longer than he anticipated, and for once it’s him the one creating distance between the two of you before things can escalate. You frown, but he immediately starts shaking his head. “Nope. As tempting as make up sex sounds right now, you need to get some rest and work on your presentation.”

“But–”

“Presentation,” he cuts you off, looking very determined. “Besides, I have to get back and talk to Reed.”

“Shit, I have a meeting with him tomorrow,” you suddenly remember, covering your face with both of your hands.

Johnny decides to act fast, not wanting to let your inner turmoil escalate any further, fearing you might explode like last time. He grabs both of your hands in his, kissing each of them as a reassuring gesture. “Trust me, he won’t be mad at you. You’ve been a great student, he has no reason to be. Me on the other hand…this might be the last time you’ll ever see me alive.”

“Don’t say that!” you exclaim, releasing your hands from his grip to slap his shoulder.

“Sorry, sorry!” he quickly replies, grabbing your hands again with evident amusement. He stands in silence for a moment, seemingly debating whether or not to say something else before he finally lets you go. “Alright. Get some rest. I’ll come visit you tomorrow, okay?”

“Promise.”

You’re unable to know the way his heart practically melts at that, or how those three little words that he’s definitely not saying out loud manage to make their way into his head again.

“I promise,” he replies, right before giving you one last kiss to finally leave.

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