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RIP Johnny Storm you would have loved The Weeknd stage decor (big metal woman.)

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Is there a target audience for a Johnny Storm X Reader X Shalla-Bal fic or will it just get cricket sounds?

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Joe Keery M.L.

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Steve Harrington

Overstim Thoughts- Just thinking about Steve with his gf that he knows can't cum without clit stimulation.

Leave Me With Some Kind Of Proof It's Not A Dream- You get the flu and Steve takes care of you.

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I saw you need Steve Harrington fic ideas, anything where he's either helping you out when your sick or have a migraine 👌✨

Leave Me With Some Kind Of Proof It's Not A Dream- S.H. X Reader

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Title from The Only Exception- Paramore

Warnings: reader has the flu, mentions of vomit, overall sick-talk, no physical description for reader, one sexual joke

Steve doesn't get the credit he deserved for just how perceptive he can be.

Two days before you got the worst flu of your life, he already knew it was coming. It was nothing that really stood out and when he first noticed it, he thought you might just be really tired.

It was in the way your arms hung just a bit more than usual while cutting the pizza; the way you weren't keeping up with Eddie and Dustin's banter; and the way you hugged the blanket just a little tighter to you than normal.

"Just a little sore from truck day."

"Just sleepy is all."

"Just a little chilly. Can I get a hoodie from your room?"

Oh yeah, Steve knew you were getting sick.

So, the next morning when he wakes up to your slight wheezing and shivering limbs; he's on a mission to sneak out of bed as quietly as possible.

The plan: Tell Robin, Eddie, and Dustin you're sick so that they aren't surprised if they start showing symptoms. Get you a cold water for the sore throat he knows you'll have when you wake up. Most importantly: think of a way to convince you that you're sick.

He succeeds at 2/3 of his goals.

"It's just allergies, baby." You groan at him for the third time in the past hour but Steve knows better. He can see the way you lean on the counter for support as you rinse out your mug. He notices you shying away from the loud morning chatter that is commonplace when he and Robin have the three of you sleep over.

"Maybe, but maybe it's a cold." He says softly, reaching out and rubbing your shoulder.

"Okay, and I'm not calling out of work for a cold, Steve." You huff. He can see it in your eyes that it's not because you're actually annoyed at him, it's because you're exhausted.

He goes through the trials. 'Sandy just had a baby and you don't want her to take a cold home.' 'Phil and his wife are old.' 'You see tons of customers every day and if you already have a cold then you might catch something worse ."

You don't budge, but he can see a tremble in your legs as you walk down the hall to take a shower.

"You know if you push, she's just gonna try harder to pretend she's fine." Robin tells him, kicking him in the knee under the table.

"It's a lost cause. You've dated her long enough to know that, man." Eddie rolls his eyes, shoving more eggs into his mouth.

"You go to work sick all the time, I don't see why it's a big deal." Robin elbows Dustin hard and Eddie smacks bacon onto his face.

They think Steve is too... overprotective. They don't notice the little things about you that he does.

As soon as he gets off work, he's rushing to your place. It's not entirely out of the ordinary. Most Saturday nights were at home date nights anyway; but Steve knows tonight is different.

He sees exactly what he expected when he walks through the door.

You're curled up on the couch, sleeping lightly in that green sweater he used to wear religiously when he was seventeen. There's one cup of already flat sprite and one cup of water on the coffee table to match the bucket on the floor in front of you.

"Hey, honey." He calls softly to you as he kneels down in front of the couch. It's not until he wipes the sweaty baby hairs off your face that your eyes open.

"You win." You grumble bitterly, but you lean into his touch all the same.

You tell him about how you threw up around an hour into your shift and he replies the way you just knew he would.

"Jesus, babe. You're burning up." One hand checking your back and the other rubbing your forehead. "Why didn't you call me?"

"Steve-" You whine at him. "We can't both be missing work at the same time." You already know he's about to roll out his 'yes, but-' rants. His mouth opens to start lecturing you. "If we're both missing work, who's gonna pay for the condoms?" You rasp, pretending to be deadly serious.

His jaw snaps shut and his eyes widen. In the past year of dating, you’ve become a perfectionist at catching Steve off-guard.

You can't help it, his surprised face is just so cute.

You start giggling and he rolls his eyes, smushing his hand into your face; but he's laughing too.

Then of course comes the coughing fit, ruining the moment.

You sit up and he's on you immediately. He tucks himself into your side even though he barely has room on the edge of the couch. You know he has to be uncomfortable but he doesn’t show it as he holds you through it.

And when the coughing turns to gagging? Most people would have jumped away, not wanting to be anywhere near someone puking.

Steve just picks up the bucket and puts it in your lap. He mumbles soft words of encouragement and kisses your temple as you gasp and try to use your breathing to ward away the fit of nausea.

"I think it's time for a cold shower and then bed, pretty girl." He hums, rubbing your back softly as you come down.

"You haven't had dinner." You look up at him, worried. You hate the idea of Steve not taking care of himself for you.

"Baby, I'm fin-"

"No." You grumble, smacking his shoulder. "You were at work since lunch and I know how you forget so-"

"Okay, okay!" You don't know why, but he's grinning down at you. "I'll get you some tylenol." He presses a kiss to your forehead. "Then, I'll call Eddie and ask him to pick up some food for both of us." Another kiss to your nose. "He'll drop it off while I help you shower-" One on your cheek. "Then we can eat and go to bed." He slowly moves his lips toward yours.

"No!" You gasp. Your hand flies up to cover his mouth just as it's about to press to your own. "No, kissing. You'll get sick too."

"That's a risk I'm willing to take." He says it so softly, using that voice he does when he's trying to make sure you know he means it.

You may have perfected making Steve laugh every day, but he has perfected making you feel secure. Not a single day goes by that he doesn't make sure you know he's there, that he sees you, that he cares.

So you let him kiss you anyway. Because, as much as you don’t want Steve to share in your misery; you know there's nothing else he'd rather do.

He wants to refill your water.

He wants to put your favorite pj's in the dryer so that you go to bed cozy.

He wants to be your medicine errand boy.

He wants to hold you up when you get too dizzy and almost fall in the shower.

He wants to hold your hair and press kisses along your back while you throw up.

Steve Harrington wants to take care of you, and you love giving Steve what he wants.

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Someone send me Steve Harrington requests! (Any type of fic!) There's a serious lack of Steve in my masterlist.

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If you needed a reason to read my new Johnny Storm fic, let me just tell you: the word count is fantastic!

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Heyy, I love your works (like, literally)! I just watched Fantastic Four and after seeing Quinn’s Johnny story, I realized that he is FINEEE (because whenever I looked at him before, I’d always just remember those cringe Eddie baby TikToks). Anyway, would it be alright to request an angst-to-comfort fic where the reader is part of the team and flirts with Johnny (which makes her think there’s something between them)? Then Shalla-Bal shows up—and you know what happens—he starts flirting with her instead. The reader gets sad or angry, and then you decide what happens next. <3

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(If You Go To Her) Don't Expect To Come Home To Me- J.S. X Reader

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Tile from Boyish- Japanese Breakfast

Warnings: angst, reader is telepathic, reader is related to Ben Grimm via adoption but no physical features described, alcohol consumption, use of superpowers, sexual reference and thoughts but no smut!

Flattery had never really worked on you. Not in a pretentious way, just in a: it takes more than pickup lines to make someone attractive way.

Until the night of Sue and Reed's wedding.

On paper: you were Ben Grimm's younger sister; but that was mostly all it extended to. After Ben had left for college, his parents had ended up with a real nasty case of "empty nest syndrome." That's where you came in. You hadn't even really been around Ben that many times since they adopted you.

It was nice when he was around though. A kind smile and praise of your own academics during the holiday season. You had always enjoyed Reed's company too. While Ben was incredibly smart, Reed was well versed in... well, pretty much everything. He had even written your letter of recommendation for college.

So, the first time Reed brought Sue around; you knew it was only a matter of time. Two years to be exact.

That's how you ended up standing at the bar that night. Your parents had left about an hour ago and you weren't far from calling it quits yourself when he showed up.

Johnny Storm has this sexy sort of bravo about him. His powder blue button up and black slacks make him look downright sinful. He's both muscular and lean at the same time. His attitude commands attention. But those eyes- they were the real killers. Until Johnny, you had no idea that "puppy eyes" even existed on blue eyed people.

"You know, I'd say it's almost criminal as the brother of the bride to not know the name of the most beautiful woman here" He sneaks up behind you, almost enough to startle you if his voice weren't so gentle. That's his first tactic.

You almost laugh just because it's so obviously a line he'd thought up. Probably before the wedding even started; but, the way he's looking at you stops you.

His eyes roll over your figure. Not in an even particularly scandalous way. No, like he just needs to take all of you in. Like he needs to commit you to memory. That's tactic number two.

So, you humor him; chatting for a while. All of his lines land with ease. He's getting you right where he wants you by listening. He lets you talk about how stressful this year at college is. He asks real questions about both of you majors. That's tactic number three.

By the time Ben finds you at the bar, you're practically putty in Johnny's hands. You're a little loose from the vodka martinis and damnit it, Johnny Storm was a pro.

"It's getting late, kid. I'll walk you up to your room." He's trying to save you from this. He knows you're smart, he knows you can take care of yourself. He decides to just blame it on overcompensating for not actually getting to spend any time being your big brother.

Johnny makes a show of shaking your hand and leaving a kiss on your knuckles before you leave. It makes Ben roll his eyes but you miss it because Johnny is good at what he does.

The next morning, the hotel alarm doesn't go off at the proper time you set it to and you end up rushing off; barely even getting time to say goodbye to Ben and your parents.

But those blue eyes haunt you for a year and a half- because Johnny Storms tactics fucking work.

"There she is!" You hear Ben yell before the elevator doors even open all the way. The nerves you'd been carrying for the past week ease back just a bit when he hugs you. "I'll take you to your room first so that you can drop your bag, then you're getting a full tour."

The place is massive, that was obvious enough when you walked into the lobby. But the penthouse?? Ridiculously huge. So huge it doesn't even look real. Ben had massively undersold it on the phone.

Your bedroom was on its own floor with your own bathroom and lounge area. All of which were fully furnished, but Ben made a point to let you know that you could redecorate however you wanted when the moving truck showed up.

He showed you all the others rooms in case you needed anything, then you were right back to where you started. The elevator doors were tucked into the back of the open floor plan of the kitchen, dining room, and living room. There were still more floors, but they were mostly unused. You tried your best to commit it all to memory, but it was a lot to take in compared to the one bedroom apartment you had lived in before.

Then the really scary part: the working floors. Ben started off easily enough with office spaces. You had one office to see clients and one personal office. Luckily, yours was on the same floor as Sue's. It had dimmer lights for a more easy going feel when people came in. Then, his own, Reed's, and Johnny's offices. The lights were brighter and the decorations seemed less cozy to get business done with potential buyers.

Sweat clings to your back by the time you get to the labs. The anticipation of seeing the people you were going to be living with for the first time in years taking its toll on you.

It washes away the moment you step into Reed's lab.

"Oh honey, it's so good to see you!" Sue beams, wrapping her arms around you in a comforting hug.

"Sorry we're in such a state." Reed laughs, gesturing to his and his wife's matching dirty lab coats.

"No, it's okay!" You laugh anxiously. "You're the ones opening up your home to me, so don't apologize."

When you and Ben finally make it down to Johnny's lab, an explosion greets you at the door.

"Knock before you walk in on a fucking welder!" Johnny yells. Throwing himself back to avoid the flames that have overtaken his work bench "How many goddamn times-" You can't help but laugh because this is definitely not the suave Johnny Storm you remember.

"Johnny!" Ben yells. "Watch it man, we have company."

His head snaps back to see you both. A bright grin taking over his face.

"Well I'll be damned." He laughs, standing up and brushing off the grime from his pants. Those pants that are so damn tight on his long legs that it should be illegal. "It's nice to see you again, Ms. Grimm. One moment please." He smiles, all overly polite before ungracefully grabbing the fire extinguisher.

Ben had quickly excused you both from Johnny's lab after that.

A quick call to the moving company told you that the truck wouldn't arrive until tomorrow; meaning the only belongings you had were the work papers in your backpack you took on the plane.

So, you spent most of the remaining evening sitting in the kitchen, watching Ben and H.E.R.B.I.E make dinner. He didn't talk much while he did it, but that was okay.

It gave you a moment to really take in your surroundings. And you know... to think about your new housemates.

Every time you blinked, Johnny’s cocky smiles flashed behind your eye lids. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about him at least a few times since you last saw him. He just had this way about him that made him hard to forget about.

"Can you go press that button on the wall?" Ben says suddenly, pulling you out of your thoughts. A flush creeps into your skin.

You have got to pull it together if you're going to be living with him.

Luckily for you though, you hadn't moved in on a Sunday; meaning that most of them would probably come up, grab their food, and dive back into whatever work they were doing.

Within a minute of pressing the button, Johnny comes strutting out of the elevator. You get a better look at him now. His tight black shirt clings to him with the sway of his walk, his khakis hug him in all the right places.

"Hey, Doc." He winks at you, stopping to pet H.E.R.B.I.E on the head.

"Hi, Johnny." You hum, trying your best to be polite.

Johnny is definitely getting polite with you. He comes up behind you while you're scooping food onto your plate, and reaches around you for his own. The short moment that he has his arms caging you between his chest and the counter makes you dizzy. Your breath catches when you get a whiff of his cologne.

He either doesn't notice, or just doesn't say anything.

Just a little bit longer, and then he'll disappear back to his lab.

"So, I was kinda shocked when Ben told me you needed an office to hold therapy sessions." He says, sitting down beside you at the bar. This is going to be the longest meal ever. "Last time I saw you it was..." He stops for a moment, eyes looking up to the ceiling in thought. After a moment he snaps, smiling. "History teacher, right?" He asks.

Your eyes widen because there's no way Johnny remembers your conversation from the wedding that well.

"Uh, yeah." You nod, taking a drink to hide how flustered and angry you are. Angry that Johnny is doing the bare minimum and somehow it's working. "I was double majoring in history and psychology, and I guess psychology ended up taking the win." You shrug.

He nods, putting his fork down. Then he leans close, eyes trained on your own with a smirk.

"Tell me something about myself, Doc." His voice is deeper now and your breath shakes.

"Oh for god's sake, Johnny. Leave her alone!" Reed exclaims stepping out of the elevator with Sue.

Johnny's head snaps up, eyes wide like he's been caught. Ben just laughs.

"Ignore him, sweetheart." Sue whispers, squeezing your shoulders and going to get her own plate.

The text of your book is starting to blur in the dim lights of your lounge. You'd caught your head falling forward from dozing off more than a few times now.

"Jesus, Doc. What're you still doing awake?" His voice startles you. He's standing in the stairwell, hair ruffled, pj's on, and headphones around his neck. You feel your cheeks start to burn.

"I can't get comfortable because I smell like airport." You laugh with no real humor. "But I don’t have any clothes because the moving truck didn't show and by the time I remembered, Ben was asleep."

His face lights up like Christmas lights, a boyish giggle leaving his lips.

"Wait right here for just a second!" He holds a finger up to you. "I'll be right back-" and then he's taking off up the stairs.

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the smile that creeps onto your face.

He's back with impressive timing and a small pile of clothes in his arms.

"Johnny, you really don't have to-" you stand, walking toward him.

"No, its okay!" He beams. "There's a sweatshirt and boxers for you to sleep in, and a shirt and some sweatpants for you to wear tomorrow till the truck gets here." He holds the clothes out for you.

"Johnny-" You start, moving to push them back towards him.

He stops you, grabbing your wrist and placing the clothes in your other arm.

"I'm serious. Take them." His voice is firm, but not scolding. There's an earnesty in his eyes that makes your knees weak. Then, they get this glint in them. "They'll look better on you anyway."

So you go to bed that night wearing a huge smile and Johnny Storm's college sweatshirt.

The flirting continued like that for a while.

He compliments you. He goes out of his way for you. He's gentle towards you in a way that no one ever has been before.

It left you with an embarrassed smile and weak knees every time, until it didn’t.

After a little while, you realized Johnny was just like that. He was flirt; with pretty much anything that had boobs and a heartbeat.

Johnny Storm was just a distraction.

And you, well you didn't need distractions. Especially not right now.

"You okay, Doc?" He asks, leaning close to you. To your relief, the camera is still on Sue and Reed.

"Yeah." You nod. "Just, weird y'know." You laugh anxiously, finger swirling in the air. "Space."

"Right..." Johnny hums, eyeing you suspiciously.

It gives you a bad feeling.

A bad feeling that doesn't go away until Johnny screams your name, shielding you body with his own, and then everything goes dark.

Being telepathic had made some parts of your life way easier.

For the clients that were open to it, it became easier to understand where their head was at. Work was going smoother than ever before.

It also made it easier to snoop on Ben's romantic life. Which, maybe Ben didn't love, but you certainly did.

But of course, there's a down side to everything.

You grit your teeth as a burning feeling flashes through your skull. Your focus breaks, and the broom sweeping across the room clatters to the floor. "Has anyone ever told you that you think really fucking loud?"

"Yeah, you. At least five times a day." Johnny shrugs, continuing to put cups back in the cabinet. Another mellow burn crosses the back of your eyelids. The glass in his hand shatters.

He rolls his eyes, crosses his arms, and turns to face you. He bites back a smile.

"What, Doc. Am I just too hot to handle?"

Your eyes flick. The juice beside him falls over, staining his white shirt.

You had tried to rationalize it over and over. You had convinced yourself that there had to be something there with Johnny. Sure, he was a flirt; but you had convinced yourself that the way he looked at you was special.

There had to be something special. It was the only way to explain why Johnny Storm was the only person who's thoughts you couldn't hear.

He put the moves on every girl but you were the only one who got to see him in that way he had. You were the only girl whose office he lingered in. You were the only girl whose interests he tried to learn about. You were the only girl he stayed awake at night trying to learn about.

Until she showed up- and now your patience was wearing thin.

"And Johnny thinks they had a moment-"

His words made your stomach drop.

"It sounded... kind..."

You felt sick.

"Johnny, your girlfriend is back."

Your fists clench at your sides.

"Don't tell me how to kill the sexy alien!"

There's a burning in your chest that you just can't get rid of.

"Do you still have your old history stuff? I need a book on learning languages."

You go to bed crying.

So, you were going to take a leap. "Die with yours." Right? Sue and Reed had each other. He wouldn't admit it, but you knew Ben had been eyeing an elementary teacher from the temple he went to. And Johnny was probably going to die moaning with metal hands around his neck. Good for him right? That's probably how he wants to go anyway... So why shouldn't you find someone special to spend your last months with?

"Where are you going?" You look back, everyone is watching you from the couch.

"I have a date." You shrug awkwardly.

Ben and Sue grin. Reed's eyes blow wide. Johnny looks murderous.

"That's great, honey!" Sue smiles, standing from the couch and walking toward you for a hug.

"How did you meet-" Ben starts, laughing as he follows Sue.

"Since when do you date?" It comes out low; a dark, dangerous edge to it.

A tense silence falls over the room.

"Since the world might end, and I don’t want to be the only one not dying with mine." You almost hiss the words, and just for a second, Johnny's eyes flicker orange.

You don't waste a second after that before walking into the elevator.

It's not that this guy wasn't great, because he was!

Conversation flowed easily, he paid for dinner even after you’d insisted on splitting the bill, he kept finding things to do, like the idea of your date ending wasn't an option. It was nice. He was nice. He was perfect.

But you walk into the lobby with your head hanging and a frown on your face. You guys talked a lot, but he didn't make you laugh. He called you pretty, but he didn't look at you in that way. He didn't ask you about your job- Well, that's a lie. He asked a lot of questions about being a super hero, but not your real job.

When he smiled, handing you your ice cream and called you "psych" a burn lashed in your head.

It's time to go home, Doc. A little voice in the back of your head whispered.

So, by the time you step out of the elevator. Tears are running down your face. All you want to do is shower off this bad feeling and fall into bed.

"It's four a.m. you know?" His voice cuts through the quiet darkness off the living room. Instead of a burn, it feels like a soft warmth tingling through your whole body. You hate it.

"Why are you still up?" You don't bother turning in his direction. It'd be too embarrassing for him to see you like this.

"You went out at night with a complete stranger." He grits, like it's obvious. You busy your hands, filling a glass of water from the tap. "Someone had to make sure you made it home alive." You feel flames lick at the back of your brain.

That makes you snap.

"For fucks sake, Johnny!" You practically scream, turning around and pointing an accusatory finger at him. "I'm a grown woman with two doctorates and superpowers!" You slam your glass down on the cabinet. It cracks. "I don't need you to fucking wait up on me like I'm some helpless little girl!" He laughs. Fucking laughs. "Shouldn't you have locked yourself in your bedroom and cried to your alien records hours ago?" You take a minute to breathe, and he finally gets a good look at your face.

His cocky smile drops instantly, and he takes you by surprise when he starts marching toward you.

"Why are you crying?" He has that dark edge in his voice again. "What did he do?" He growls, reaching out for you. His eyes burn orange.

"Nothing!" You hiss, smacking his hand away from you. He jerks back, eyes flickering out, like you'd hurt him.

"What is with you lately?" He sounds strained now. It tugs something deep in you. Of all your years living with Johnny, you'd never heard him sound like that before. "You barely talk to me. You lock me out of your office. You avoid me and I don't understand-" Those big eyes are looking at you in confusion and it almost breaks you.

"Surprised you even noticed." You scoff, rolling your eyes and looking down at the counter; because you can't look at him when he looks like that.

It's silent for a minute. Heat and buzzing hangs in the air, aftershocks of both your outbursts clouding the room.

Then... he snorts? Your head snaps up in his direction. He's full belly laughing now, hands rubbing down his face like he's trying to wipe off the past few moments- no, the past few months. Maybe even years.

"Oh my god, I get it now!" He laughs again, throwing his arms out like he's just solved one of the world's greatest mysteries. "You think it's real!" He throws his head back grinning at the ceiling.

"Excuse me?" You bite, but your arms cross over your chest to protect yourself from the blow you know is coming next.

He looks at you, a lazy smile on his face and suppressed giggles still rolling out of him.

"You think the flirting is real-"

The lights above his head shatter.

That gets him laughing all over again.

"Oh, so you think it's fucking funny, Johnny?" You do scream now. Your hand flicks up, shoving him back. He falls back on his ass, still laughing. "You think it's fucking funny to flirt with me and make me feel special and make me feel like you-" You wave your wrist, shoving him back again. "-like you give a shit about me? Until you just? Just what?" The whole apartment is vibrating now. "Just toss me away for some other girl you can chase?"

"Oh, Doc." He grins up at you. Your blood feels like it's boiling. "You're the only girl I wanna chase." He giggles.

You freeze in a second.

He stands now, dusting himself off.

You stumble back from him.

"I used to flirt and sleep around all the time in college just because I could." He shrugs, taking a step toward you.

"Now though; now I do it because the only girl in the world I want doesn't want me. I've spent every day thinking about her since the night we met. I bend over backwards and make an ass of myself trying to get her to want me. The scariest day of my life- the moment I thought I was going to die on that rocket, she was the only thing going through my mind before it went dark. She was my first thought when I woke back up. When Shalla-Bal came down and said to 'hold my loved ones close' all I wanted to do was grab her and never let go. But, the only guys she talks to are the ones that pay her to listen to their problems. She doesn't date. As far as I know, she barely even cares that I exist."

He's standing in front of you now, looking at you with those huge shining eyes.

"I don't flirt or tease or show off because it's real. I don't do it because I'm looking..."

He puts his hands on your shoulders, leaning his face close to your own. His eyes stare into your own.

"I do it because I've found it and there's not a damn thing I can do with it." His voice cracks.

"Johnny-" His hand comes up, thumbing away tears you didn't even know were falling.

"If you had asked me that night to drag the priest back in the door by his hair and marry you right then and there, I wouldn't have even had to think about it."

He's holding your face in his hands now, like you're something precious. Your own hands find the backs of his, squeezing.

"I don't give a damn about any other girl I flirt with. I'm just trying to find someone that makes me feel even half of what you do."

His forehead rests against yours.

"I'm in love with you, Doc."

You hiccup, grabbing his own face in your hands. A soft, tingling warmth threatens to make your whole body go limp.

"I love you too." You whisper. "I love you so much." You sob, arms wrapping around him.

He squeezes you so hard it hurts, but you don't care.

"We're so stupid." You laugh, hiding your face in his neck, letting the smell of his cologne fill your lungs.

"Yeah." He hums, pulling back and whipping the tears off your face.

So beautiful.

Your breath catches, eyes widening at him.

"What?" He panics.

Oh god please don't tell me I already fucked this up-

"I can hear you." You cackle, shoving his shoulder.

"Oh shit." He huffs, eyes squeezing shut and trying to clear his head.

A million images- no, fantasies from Johnny's own brain play behind your eyes.

It's your turn to start laughing uncontrollably.

"Get out of my head!" He yells, shaking you by the shoulders, but he laughs too.

"You think about kissing... a lot." You smirk, poking his chest.

"Shut. Up!" He groans. He dips his face down to hide in your neck, leaving a soft kiss on your pulse.

"Oh, and there's a sex fantasy!" You grin.

"Uhm, Hi!" Both of you jerk away from each other. Sue, Reed, and Ben are peeking out from the hallway.

"Maybe that's a good place to stop before your siblings hear something that'll haunt them." Reed suggests.

"How long have you guys been there?" Johnny is slumped in annoyance.

"Since you guys almost took the whole building down while arguing." Ben shrugs, like it's just another night.

"I'm sorry-" You start. Your eyes squeeze shut, embarrassed that you and Johnny had lost control that badly. That someone had seen it.

"It's okay! We just wanted to make sure you guys were alright, and we're happy you've figured out this thing that's been going on-" Sue starts to ramble. You can see relief in her eyes as she stares at her little brother.

"You woke up the baby." Reed deadpans. "Johnny I know this has been bugging you for years and you needed to get it out, but there's a child in the house now-" He spills into a lecture.

"I'm sorry- years?" You gasp, looking up at Johnny. His head drops and he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Oh yeah." Ben laughs."Love boy drones on and on-"

"Constantly." Reed rolls his eyes.

"Aw, Johnny." You smile, poking him in the stomach. He swats your hand away with a fake glare.

"Oh you should have heard him the night of our wedding!" Sue laughs. Johnny groans, hiding his head in his hands. "I'm trying to pack for my honeymoon and he bursts into my hotel room saying 'Suzie I just met the love of my life at the bar-'" Her and Reed are in hysterics at the memory. Ben clutches his stomach from laughing so hard.

"Okay! You can all go to bed now!" Johnny shouts. "The show is over!" You just smile, hugging him.

They're quick to say their goodnights, small laughs echoing down the hall.

"Maybe you can take me upstairs and you can give me another show that shakes the house." You whisper before walking away from him.

He grins, running up behind you and throwing you over his shoulder.

"I've been waiting six years to hear you say that, Doc. Plus, that throwing me against the wall with your mind thing kinda did something for me."

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One thing I love about the Steddie fandom is that if there's a superhero au, Steve is Spider-Man. Always.

Eddie Munson? Like Eddie Brock? Venom? Spideyvenom? BOOM! Steve is Spider-Man!

"Eddie is so loud and abrasive, he could totally be Deadpool." Deadpool?? As in spideypool? BOOM! Steve is Spider-Man!

Joseph Quinn played Johnny Storm? Haha Eddie is the Human Torch. Spideytorch? BOOM! Steve is Spider-Man!

Eddie could be many different characters but Steve is ALWAYS Spider-Man.

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Headcanon (for F4:FS) that Reed came up with the idea for H.E.R.B.I.E. when he and Sue moved in together but just never actually got around to building him.

So, as the fantastic engineer/mechanic that Johnny is: he builds it for them as a wedding present.

That's why H.E.R.B.I.E waits for Johnny to pet him after he does things for him. Even though he technically belongs to Sue and Reed, he thinks Johnny is his mommy.

(Yes ik Reed built him in the comics, I just thought it was a cute idea to explain the cat like behavior he has with Johnny in the movie)

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We need to talk about how Season One of Stranger Things was a horror movie from Steve Harrington's perspective; even before he found out about the demogorgan.

(AKA: I think Steve might have been judged a little too harshly in the beginning)

Stick with me while I play this story out from Steve's perspective:

So Steve is a junior in high school in season one, and it's pretty known that he's dated a lot of girls; but he tells Nancy that he likes her because she's not like other girls. She's nice, she's smart, and she actually cares about him instead of wanting to sleep around.

Then, her little brother's best friend goes missing- and her little brother's best friend has an older brother: Johnathan. Steve doesn't know Johnathan that well but he knows that he's "weird." He doesn't have any friends, it's pretty much just him and his camera. But now his brother is missing and of course Nancy is a nice girl, that's one of the things that Steve likes about her, so she talks to Johnathan.

A few days after she talks to Johnathan, her best friend goes missing; which is bad enough because he likes Nancy and he can tell that she's really upset about it. Even worse, Nancy is convinced that if she hadn't had went upstairs to sleep with Steve- Barb wouldn't be missing.

And to top the whole things off: Steve finds out that Johnathan was THERE the night Barb went missing. Not only was he there, he took pictures of Steve and Nancy having sex through Steve's window. Then, Nancy is so worried for her best friend that she thinks Johnathan might be able to help her find Barb.

This obviously puts a strain on him and Nancy, and even more crazy: the body of Johnathans little brother was FOUND! In a place that has already been searched by police...

And still, Nancy isn't around as much, so he goes to see her because that's his girlfriend and by this point- he's probably worried as hell and feels awful. When he finds her though, she seems shaken up and she's practicing using a baseball bat, but she still pushes him away.

So he waits, he thinks, and yeah, he's still worried so he goes to check on her again; but he sees Johnathan in her room. He sees Nancy fresh out of the shower and crying with Johnathan in her room.

He's a 16-17 year old boy though right?? So what does he do?? Something drastic to let both Nancy, Johnathan, and everyone else know that they've been "spending time together."

But it backfires because instead of Nancy actually coming to him and telling him what's going on, Johnathan fights him. By that point, he's probably EVEN MORE CONFUSED so he decides that he's going to go to try and talk to Johnathan to just figure this whole thing out.

What does he see when he gets to Jonathan's?? Nancy... bleeding.

I truly think that just maybe, up until that moment that the demogorgan came out of the wall- Steve might have considered the idea that Johnathan was murderer that was obsessed with Nancy.

Does that excuse the way he went about the sign at the movies?? No. But he's a teenage boy that probably would have had no fucking idea what to do at the idea that his girlfriend might be spending time with a murderer and trying to deal with it by herself.

Does it excuse Steve calling Johnathan a queer?? No, but he's a pissed off and confused teenage boy in the 80s and he had absolutely more than made up for it with Robin.

Maybe I'm just reaching, but I do think that the entirety of season one is just really interesting from Steve's perspective.

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My little love letter to all my fellow Stranger Things fic writers as the series comes to an end:

I mean this genuinely as someone who has been reading fanfiction since they were like ten, I really don't think I've ever seen another fandom have as many good fics and this one has. YOU GUYS ARE ARTISTS and I hope you don't forget that after the show is over.

I mean it whole heartedly when I say that I've read steddie fics that match the greatness that "All The Young Dude" carries in the marauders fandom. It can be hard to find fics (both ship, x reader, and found family) that are actually good and stick with you in any fandom, but I've found SO MANY that I love within this fandom in a way that i haven't with others.

Not once have I ever been left upset and empty handed from Tumblr or AO3 from Stranger Things fic writers. You are all so good at creating amazing original fic ideas and so many of you do truly beautiful characterizations. I think most of that is because Stranger Things in particular is one of those media's that was MADE FOR FANDOM; and I feel like it's really important to reiterate that before season five comes out.

My blog WILL NOT be a safe space for people to hate on extremely normal fan behavior because that is not what Stranger Things is about. It is a show made for people that are weird, it was made for people that geek out about their favorite things, it was made for people that got picked on because they just didn't fit in a lot of normal spaces, and in my opinion from the fan works I've seen, it's gone above and beyond at reaching it goal (even if we kind of got bogged down by people hating the fandom spaces after Eddie.) So many writers (and artists too, I couldn't forget about all of you) put so much love and care into how you treat the characters and themes of this show in your works.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I don't just want the fanfics so die off once the series is over because I think that some parts of this fandom have created such and amazing space for creativity and community.

Maybe this rant doesn't make sense, but I hope that someone reads it and realizes just how brilliant their works are and from this. I might make a HUGE masterlist of all my personal favorite fics I've found over the years at some point, but for now I just want to say: much love to all of you and thank you for sharing you INCREDIBLE ideas and works with the fandom.

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OH MY GOD YES THANK YOU!!! YOU'RE AN ANGEL HOLY SHIT ILY

some of my favourite readers/ocs:

a/n: i understand that readers are meant to be a blank slate but a lot of readers feel quite young, hyper feminine, tiny vibes (sweetheart, bimbo, innocent, clueless etc) and that's not something i can really relate to so here's a list of characters i love who either feel more fleshed out or less hyper-feminine. feel free to reblog and add your own recs! for @helpwhatsthis

sibling pack reader - @starkeymeow

roadtrip reader - @calypso-rt

dealing with the devil reader - @dramagodesss

ceo reader - @urcoolgf

twin flames baby mama reader- @maybejj (she's feminine but feels fleshed out and grown up)

gigi by @lolasangelz (she also is feminine but feels fleshed out and grown up)

criminal love college student reader - @maybejj

witchy reader - @bubblesgarden

bitchy pogue reader by @itneverendshere [insert that Rosa gif of i've only had her for one day but i would fight everyone]

that one drug dealer reader that's fighting barry for turf

that pickpocket reader that was floating around rafe at parties

my college fwb oc is here

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Not to be that person, but are there any rafe cameron x reader fics that don't have the reader being all cute and frilly??

Like I see so much "rafe cameron and bunny girl reader" but what about rafe with like?? Idk fucking possum, racoon, coyote girl??

I don't have cute mini skirts or fancy tops, I have walmart men's section tees and jeans that are so old i don't even remember where they came from. I can't be cunty girl boss or sweet and soft spoken all the time, sometimes I just wanna a be annoying or stange and off putting yk?

I'm not hating guys! Just asking, because I would LOVE to see the dynamic between rafe and a truly POGUE reader.

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So sorry to everyone that's been keeping up with my Johnny storm fic!! I just learned that the ao3 curse is VERY real so pls hang with me!!

Also a this is my tag list so far, if you would like to be added lmk!!

@quaintquinn @tanyaherondale @websterss

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Hey so if you went to an early screening of Thunderbolts* and you're posting about it, please keep in mind: THIS MOVIE DOES NOT COME OUT FOR TWO MORE WEEKS TO THE GENERAL PUBLIC!!!

Marvel does test screening all the time and this was the first time they've been this open with it and all you're doing if you post spoilers is showing them exactly why Marvel fans are truly the reason this franchise is falling off.

So if you get on the internet and openly run your mouth, fuck you. You're an asshole. Some people actually enjoy going into a Marvel movie on opening day and being surprised. Hope you enjoyed it this one fucking time bc I highly doubt they'll do this again.

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Marvel m.l.

Johnny Storm

Lost In The Fire- mutant!reader with nondisclosed bad past works as the assistant to Reed Richards and slowly starts to fall for Johnny Storm. Neither of them admit their feelings due to insecurity until the disaster happens and Johnny needs her.

(If You Go To Her) Don't Expect To Come Home To Me- You grow feeling for Johnny because of his flirting, until Shalla-Bal shows up.

Other characters and stories to be added soon!

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I Can't Lose You, Babe.

Part Two of Lost In The Fire- Shy! J.S. X Reader

Looking for another chapter? Check out the series navigation!

Chapter Summary: The Space Launch project goes terribly, horribly wrong.

Warnings: yk space ship go boom (obviously f4 stuff,) badly written angst, not the best but I needed to lead up to the ch.3 main event.

 Five Hours and Thirty-Two Minutes to Launch’ 

“Can you go check on Johnny, sweetie? The crew should be here any minute.” Sue places a hand on your shoulder, pulling your attention away from the daily schedule in your hands. You jump at her touch, not expecting something to break your focus. 

Today's agenda was to wake up and immediately start prepping to be filmed, which was mostly the same as the last six months. The news of Reed's newest project had blown away the public and now you were busier than ever, trying to help him manage his time between loads of press and making sure the project actually went smoothly. Finally, it was launch day; and you were very much looking forward to a few days of nothing that would follow. 

You give her a curt nod and immediately begin making your way to Johnny’s room. He seems to be the only one taking the stress of living in a glass box for half a year just as badly as you; maybe even more so. Ever since Reed's initial “Meet The Family” interview for ‘The Daily Bugle’ the ladies of New York loved Johnny Storm.

A string of curses and thumps leave his room as you near his bedroom door. “J, is everything okay in there?” You rap your knuckles on the door, calling out to him tensely. The sound of something metal falling over a hiss of Shit- is what greets you back. 

“The damn zipper is stuck!” He all but screeches, and you can hear him fumbling toward the door. He slams it open, hair a mess, blush on his cheeks, and suit hanging off his shoulders. You can’t help the snort that passes your lips, hand shooting up to muffle your laughter. He sets his jaw and narrows his eyes at you. 

“I’m sorry-” You shake your head, trying to will away the last of your amusement. “Do you need help?” 

“Please.” He huffs, big brown eyes rolling as he nods his head into his room for you to follow. The place is in complete disarray, objects knocked over and other clothes strung across the floor. “I still don’t understand why I’m the only one who has to wear this stupid thing for the before videos-” He stills in front of his mirror, back to you so that you can fix the zipper clasps and zipper on the inside of his suit. 

“You have to wear it because all of the girls are gonna think you just look sooo cute in it.” You laugh, reaching around him to try and pinch his cheek. That had been your own routine lately. You tease and prod at him for being some kind of heartthrob to hide that it annoys you just as badly as it does him. 

“I don’t see what’s so cute about a radiation suit that looks like pajamas.” He shrugs your hand away, eyeing the suit with disdain in the mirror. 

“Lot’s of girls like it when guys have that soft, snuggly look.” You shrug, reaching into the back of his suit and pulling up the zipper with ease. You stall for a moment, taking in his reflection over his shoulder.

“They do?” He doesn’t notice your gaze, eyes looking back at you in question. Your vision meets his, locking in a still moment, faces only inches apart. 

“Yeah-” You try to say, but it comes out as more of a whisper. You body is leaning into his back on it’s own accord, facing angling your lips right towards his- 

“Oh kiddos! The news crew is here!” Ben shouts from down the hall. You drop back down on your heels, stepping away from him quickly. Johnny’s head falls forward, a sigh leaving his lips as he turns to face you. You force an awkward smile at him, turning to leave his room. What was I thinking? Well obviously I wasn’t but-

“-wait!” He grabs your wrist, pulling you back to him. “I need to tell you something.” His eyes search your face, panic setting into his own features. 

“Tell me tomorrow-” You laugh, pulling away from him. “Okay, Hotshot?” It’s said with humor that you don’t feel, anxiety rising up your throat. “It might sound cooler coming from an astronaut.” You shrug him off and quickly make your way out of his room.

  

  ...

 

‘Fifteen Minutes to Launch’  

Apprehension lines you face as you watch them shuffle into the ship from the observation control room. You’d rather be out on the observation deck, wishing them good luck along with half of the population of New York. 

“They’re gonna be fine, Hun.” Victor smiles, pulling you away from your thoughts. His hands reach for your own to try and make them ease up on your coffee cup that is moments away from shattering. “This is Reed for god’s sake.” He laughs, but you can see the worry behind his own eyes. “He’s planned this all to a T and Sue didn’t leave any room in the schedule for things to go wrong.” 

"Yeah, no, I know.” You nod. 

 

‘ Three, Two, One… Blast Off!’

Whoops and hollers are heard around the room of the control deck as the rocket disconnects from the launch pad. Your own unabashed smile breaks out as you watch them go sailing up, up, and up.

“Fuck yeah, Reed!” Vic yells, shaking your shoulder from behind. The energy is contagious as he happily makes his way closer to the window to watch the sky. The two of you stand like that for a long time, even after the little dot of the ship is no longer visible to your eyes. You feel like a child, standing there smiling up at the clouds. 

“Is anyone else picking this up on the radar?” One of the techs calls out after some time. Something akin to fear and confusion lace his voice. 

Then the panic starts-

“Dr. Richards! You need to get out of there, now!” You feel like you can’t breathe. Your brain is so overridden with panic that your body refuses to carry out any function. It’s all shouts and bustle behind you but you can’t pull your eyes away from the sky. 

That's when you see it, a little blip of light that probably wouldn’t have been noticed if there weren’t hundreds of people looking up. 

Silence-

“Oh my god.” One of the techs is crying. 

“Bring that thing home right now!” Victor screams. Your body slumps against the window. They’re gone- He’s gone- Johnny’s… dead. 

This isn’t like you, curled up in a ball on the floor and crying in a room full of people. You just can’t stop repeating it to yourself over and over. Johnny’s dead. Time passes blindly to you. You’re unsure if it's been minutes or hours until they’re able to set the ship on a course back. 

Hand’s on your shoulders are what pull you back, finally bringing your vision to something that isn’t the carpet. 

“I’m gonna take you home, okay kid?” Vic asks you softly. You sit a minute, just taking him in. His normally clean, pressed suit is untucked and wrinkled. His eyes are bloodshot and his face is sweaty and red. 

It’s real. They’re dead. Reed is dead. Sue is dead. Ben is dead. Johnny is dead.

The ride back to the Baxtor building is a blur. You have no idea how you got from point A to point B. Hell, you didn’t even realize you were home until your head hit Johnny's pillow. 

Your family is dead, and you didn’t even get to tell them that they were your family.