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Temptations | Johnny Storm

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

Cw: 18+ fic, fantastic four first steps universe AU. Fem!Grimm!reader x Johnny!Strom. No spoilers, fluff, smut, oral, unprotected sex bc idk when in the 60’s this is and condoms weren’t really a thing yet… it’s not going to be accurate don’t come for me, I’m new to the marvel universe lol 4.5k words

You never liked asking for help. You always figured if you needed something, you’d earn it. But graduation hit harder than you expected.

Celebratory toasts with your professors, a rolled-up diploma in your hand…and nowhere to go.

Your lease vanished with your flaky roommate, and your new internship didn’t start for another month. So you called the only man you trusted to have your back no matter what.

So here you are; The Baxter Building. Where not only your brother lived, but the rest of the Fantastic Four.

You get out of the yellow cab with your suitcases, a coffee cup, a bit of resentment, and not enough sleep. The doorman tipped his hat at you like you were royalty. This was so much different than campus living.

You rode the elevator alone up to the private floors, heart thudding like you were sixteen again, visiting Ben for the first time after he’d changed. You hadn’t been here in years. But you liked Sue and Reed. You must thank them for their kind offer. Especially because they have the baby now. Johnny on the other hand…

When the doors opened, Johnny Storm was the first person you saw. Shirtless. Of course.

He blinked. “Hello?”

You had met once, but you were a kid still.

“Hi.” You cautiously stepped out.

He looked back over his shoulder at no one then back to you. Clearly confused why a stranger— no, a beautiful woman with suitcases is standing in his living room.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” His voice was deep and sultry.

His smouldering gaze was more than you had accounted for.

“Is Benny around?” You ask, ignoring him. Ben had already warned you about Johnny.

“Depends on who’s asking, beautiful.”

You tell him your first name, but he still doesn’t clue in.

“Well, Sugar, a sweet thing like you is far too out of Ben’s league.

You wrinkle your nose in disgust, because, ew.

If right on Que your big brother Ben greets you with a rocky smile. “Baby Sissy, welcome home!!”

“Baby? Sissy?” Johnny was bewildered; their was nothing childish about you.

No you were all grown, all woman. Johnny can’t help but take you in.

“You… live here now?” Johnny, still so shirtless, trying to put the pieces together.

You raised an eyebrow. “Temporarily. You live here permanently?”

Johnny leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, his biceps flex in the process. “I grace this building with my presence, Sugar. There’s a difference.” His charm is all consuming, but you are so above him. You know his reputation.

“Try not to combust near my stuff.” you muttered, brushing past him.

Ben met you with a grin and a bear hug that nearly cracked your ribs. “You look good, Sissy. Got tgat post grad glint in your eye.”

“You look like you lost a fight with a sidewalk,” you said, trying to reach the top of his head, he laughed.

Ben set you up in one of the guest suites—clean, private, with a view of the skyline. It was temporary, but it felt… safe.

You unpacked, setting up your nicknaks to make it feel more like home. You showered. You put on your records. You try and make the room yours. The bed was comfortable and you had a pretty decent nights sleep.

~~~~~

It was odd being in other people’s space. You were unsure if you should just help yourself to breakfast and Ben wasn’t up yet. It was you, and the robot, Herbie.

You were still apprehensive about Herbie. This new technology was so foreign and, honestly you couldn’t understand a thing he said.

“Ummm hello.” You stand awkwardly in the kitchen as the little robot mumbles something you don’t quite grasp.

“I’m just going to, ummm. Is it okay if I get some cereal and milk?”

Before you could move to the fridge yourself the little guy was already to work. He got the milk, three different boxes of cereal and your bowl and spoon all at the table.

“Thank you.” You smile and he mumbles something else you don’t understand but it looked like he was, smiling back.

“Maybe I could get use to this?” You mumble under your breath.

“I’d say I could definitely get use to this”

You jump at the sudden sound of Johnny's voice.

“Sorry, sugar. Didn’t mean to scare you.

“Please stop calling me that.”

“Can’t. You’re too sweet.” He pulls out a chair and sits directly beside you. A bit too close for comfort.

As if to prove him wrong you roll your eyes and reach for your favourite box.

“Great choice, excellent selection of you ask me” he smirks again. Like he knows something you don’t.

A look of confusion crosses your face until you see a picture of Johnny on the box. Quickly you put it down, like you would catch cooties off of it. Begrudgingly you go for the more healthy option.

You hear Johnny laugh, and grabs his cereal box off the table, shoves a hand in and starts eating it dry.

Not to self, don’t eat from that box. Ever.

“So sugar, what’s the big plan?”

“Plan?”

“You’re done school so what’s the plan?”

“Oh, I start interning at Stark Industries in about a month. So I’m crashing here until then.”

“Beauty and the brains.”

With that, he earns another eyeroll.

“So I only get you for a month? hmmm, I think I can work with that.”

“I’m not going to be another nautch on your belt, Johnny. So get over it.”

“A challenge, I like it” he speaks with a mouth full of cereal.

This was then man woman faun over?

Thankfully your saviour, Ben, entered the kitchen and pulled Johnny to the other side of the table and took his spot beside you.

“Okay, rude. We were having a conversation.”

“You can continue your conversation from that side of the table”

You giggle and Johnny swears his heart lit from within. You were going to be trouble. And he liked it.

~~~~~

It didn’t take long to notice Johnny kept… hovering.

He was always in the hallway when you stepped out. Always around the corner with some bad pick up line or an offer to make coffee. You only took ilium up on the coffee once, it was bad and surprisingly cold.

He was always looking at you like he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to kiss you or set the building on fire because you wouldn’t.

One night, a week after you moved in, you found him outside your door, barefoot, shirtless again, holding two crystal glasses and a bottle of whiskey.

You raised a brow. “What, is this a 3 a.m. emergency?”

“I thought maybe you needed a drink. Big week. You know… post-graduation crash. Existential dread. Boring stuff.” He cleared his throat.

You didn’t invite him in. You just leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, in your shirt babydoll nighty.

“You know Ben would crush your skull if he saw you out here like this.”

He gave a slow, lazy smile. “So don’t tell him.”

You stared him down. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t flirt. Not this time. Just stood there with whiskey and warmth and a stupid kind of hope in his eyes.

You took the glass from his hand—but not without an eye roll.

The night was quiet, save for the hum of city lights through the tall glass windows. It was almost three in the morning. The Baxter Building was asleep…or so you thought.

You and Johnny sat cross-legged on the floor of your temporary room, backs against the edge of the bed, a half-empty bottle of whiskey between you. The record player was still softly spinning, faint static whispering from the speakers was low in order to not to wake the others.

Johnny’s lounging beside you, “Did you always have that little freckle under your eye?” he asks, brushing his pinky on your upper cheek.

You scoff, cheeks burning. “You've been staring at me that long, flame boy?”

He shrugs, and suddenly the silence grows heavy. Not awkward. Heavy with everything unsaid.

“Can’t help myself.” His tone was genuine.

His gaze was memorizing. You couldn’t stop watching him, watch you.

You hate to admit it but he was so handsome. Maybe it was the whiskey but there was no denying there was an unbridled attraction between the two of you right now, and it wasn’t all physical.

It was the way he listened when you talked about the pressure, about always having to prove yourself, about growing up in Ben’s shadow but never resenting it. Not really. Just always wanting to be worthy of the pedestal you’d put him on.

It was the way he was being so genuine about the pressures he feels being the Johnny Storm. He wasn’t vapid or arrogant, like you originally thought. There were layers behind that book cover. He was smart. So much smarter than he leads on. You don’t see why he hid that away behind his playboy ficaude.

“You know,” he said, voice hushed, “I never thought I’d say this out loud, but… you scare the hell outta me.”

You gave a half-smile. “Good.” You play with them hem of your nighty.

“No,” he chuckled. “I mean it.”

You give him a pointed look to continue with the compliments.

“You…. You’re different than any women I’ve met. I have hundreds of women flinging themselves at me.” You can help but scoff, but he chooses to ignore it and continues. “ I’m not use to the chase. I’m not use to not getting something I want. And Sugar I always get what I want.”

“Johnny. You do not want me, I’m just something shiny and new you’re not allowed to touch.”

“No. You’re smart. You don’t take any crap. You walk into a room like you belong in it—and if you don’t, you make it yours anyway.”

You turned to look at him—and again, he wasn’t cocky. He was earnest. Soft around the edges. The fire was still there, but it wasn’t for show.

Then his hand brushed yours.

And you didn’t move it...

“I’m not supposed to like you,” you whisper.

He leans closer. “You think I don’t know that? Your brother would turn me into a pile of rubble.”

You take another swig. The whiskey burns, but not as bad as his eyes on you.

“You’re trouble, Storm,” you murmur.

“Yeah,” he says. “But you’re still here.” Johnny’s gaze lowered down to your plump lips. Still shiny from the whisky, begging to be kissed.

And just like that, you're leaning in, fingers grazing the side of his face; you feel the rough stubble as you caress his jaw. His lips look so soft…You tell yourself it’s the whiskey, the moonlight, the music, the moment.

You did not dare move. It was one of those moments that hung in the air, electric. Charged. The space between your faces was shrinking, heartbeats syncing, eyes closing. It’s the kind of closeness that says you are going to kiss, it’s going to happen, maybe not tonight, but soon.

That’s when the door creaked open.

And Ben’s voice rumbled into the room like thunder.

“The hell’s goin’ on here?” His voice booms in the dead silent of the night.

You and Johnny jerked apart like teenagers caught under the covers. You scrambled to your feet, heart pounding in your chest, you can hear the blood pouring through your ears.

Johnny stood slowly, hands up, far away from you.

Ben filled the doorway—massive, stone-skinned, and radiating the kind of rage you could feel in your bones. His eyes darted to the whiskey bottle and glasses on the floor, to the record player still softly playing, to your surprised eye and Johnny’s guilty stance, back to you in your short chiffon nighty...

“I asked a question,” Ben said, voice low, dangerous. He always had a short fuse. And an ever shorter one when it came to his family. Especially his baby sister.

You stepped forward, lifting your chin. “Nothing happened.” Your tone was sharp.

Johnny opened his mouth to add something and immediately thought better of it.

Ben’s eyes narrowed. “You think I’m an idiot?”

“No,” you said firmly. “I think you’re my brother, and I’m an adult who can make my own choices on who I befriend.”

He looked at you. Really looked at you. You could see the worry behind his eyes. Even in this new form, his stone features could never hid the expression behind his eyes.

Anger. Worry. That deep, unmistakable protectiveness—The only kind of protectiveness a big brother could possess. The kind that got him into countless brawls.

But beneath it? Pride. The smallest flicker of it. Because you didn’t flinch. You didn’t lie. You didn’t act like some helpless girl who needed defending. Not anymore. You were grown, a woman. He needed to accept that.

Still, his gaze shifted back to Johnny, dark as a storm cloud.

“I swear to God, if you so much as touch her—”

“I haven’t,” Johnny said quickly. Then added, quieter, “Not yet.”

“Johnny!” You scold.

Ben took a step forward, “you asking for a clobbering time, flame boy?”

“Oh, now he says it!?”

“Johnny” you warn. “Ben,” you said sharply, hand on his chest “you know me. I can take care of myself.”

He stared at you for a long second. Then he exhaled one heavy breath and muttered, “Damn right you can. Don’t forget those self defence moves I taught you.”

And then he walked out, mumbling something about needing a drink and “flamebrain better sleep with one eye open.”

You and Johnny stood there in stunned silence.

Then he whispered, “That went… better than expected?”

You stared at him.

“You should go. It’s late. I need to sleep.” You stood by the door, hand on the knob.

“Yea… sure I’ll just” he points.

“Good night, sweet dreams” you nod curtly.

“Oh dreams of sweet sugar they will because I’ll be dreaming of this little nighty, alllll night.” He flicks up the hem and your babydoll nightgown, brushing your thigh in the process. His skin was so hot, you could still feel the heat of his finger lingering on your skin, even if it was only a brief graze.

It sent your mind reeling, how would it feel to have him consume your body if a slight touch was that electric?

He made you so flustered you didn’t know what to do. You shut the door without another word. It was that damn whisky. Loosening your judgement

~~~~~~

Hours later, the building shakes, their synchronized watching all go off. The Fantastic Four are called away.

You watch them leave, pacing as the door closes behind Ben.

“We’ll be back soon, sissy. Do not leave this building. Not for anything,” he warns.

“Keep an eye on her Herb!” He asked the robot to baby sit you like you’re still ten years old.

But it’s been house and they’ve been gone too long.

Far too long.

You're pacing, staring at the TV, pleading to hear any kind of update. Nothing.

Panic claws at your chest like a feral beast. You imagine every worst-case scenario. You curse yourself for now having to worry about someone other than Ben. You let your guard down last night.

When they finally waltz back through the door, the sun has already set.

Your your legs almost give out in relief. Reed and Sue immediately go to baby Franklin.

Ben’s covered in ash, a bit chipped but alive. You run into his arms, nearly knocking him over.

“Benny—” you gasp. “I thought— I didn’t know—” tears threaten to fall.

“I’m okay, kid,” he grunts, holding you tight. “We’re all okay.”

Your heart’s still thundering, hands shaking as you slowly pull away from your brother.

Your eyes immediately find Johnny.

He’s breathing heavy, his cheeks is battered and swollen, his lip is bleeding, but he’s smiling. At you.

You don’t think. You just move.

You throw your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder. His arms wrap around your waist, warm and familiar like he’s been waiting.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again,” your voice cracks.

“Not that easy to get rid of, Sugar,” he says softly.

You pull back, eyes locked on him. He looks rough, singed, and beautiful. He kisses your cheek gently, trying to get any blood or ash on you.

From across the room, Ben stares. Frowns.

“If you hurt her, I’ll drop a fucking building on your head. Got it.”

Johnny’s eyes widen. Did Ben really just give him his blessing?

“Benny?”

“I swear to god if I hear any funny business , I’ll throw you out the window.”

Johnny doesn't let you or Ben answer as he whisks you away to the privacy of his bedroom.

“I shouldn’t admit this but that uniform…” you trail off and you take him in.

“Like what you see, Sugar?”

You dumbly nod. Is this what you've come to? Seeing a man in uniform and suddenly your legs feel like jello and you can’t form words.

You want to yell at him for making you so worried, but you also want to take care of him, patch up his wounds, help him feel better.

He saved the world once again, he was remarkable—selfless.

He took a step closer, closing the gap between the two of you. Slowly you reach up and lightly graze his swollen cheek. He winced in pain, and you quickly removed your fingers.

“Sorry,”

“It’s okay, Sugar. Just a little bruise. I’ve seen worse”

“Why does that not surprise me.”

“Were you really worried about me?” He leans in.

“Johnny” your voice was so quiet he almost missed it.

You close the gap, the kiss is needy—desperate. You put all of your worry and anxiety behind the kiss. You need to show him how much he means to you.

He slips his big hands around your waist, pulling you in. You feel the heat radiating off him beneath the fabric of his suit.

The electricity between the two of you radiated at each touch. His body was pressed up against you, his suit was suffocating him as you felt his cock grow. You urged him to take off the suit, it was awkward and clumsy but eventually he stood before you, baring all.

“Like what you see, Sugar?” He smirked knowingly.

“Get over here and show me what else that cocky mouth can do”

“Yes ma’am. He gently guided you down onto the bed, his strong arms holding him over you, you open your legs for him, urging him closer.

“Not fair, you’re still dressed.”

He leans in kissing your exposed neck. And his hand brushes up under your shirt. You weren’t sure if it was the heat rating off of him or the heat between the two of you, but your skin was on fire. His touch was searing.

“You’ll have to work for it, Storm.”

You let him undress you, peeling your clothes off like you’re a delicate petal; like he didn’t want to hurt you.

“Fuck you’re beautiful” his gaze was searing.

“Enough looking, more fucking.” You pull him down by the back on the neck, kissing him once again he tastes like blood, ash and pure lust.

His hand roamed your bare skin, until his hands find where you wanted him the most. His lips grazed lower down your neck towards your chest as his fingers worked themselves into you.

He was making your head spin, he was too good at this. You didn’t want to dwell on why he was so good at this. A moan slips your parted lips as his mouth lands on your perked nipple.

“Let me hear you Sugar, tell me how good you feel, tell Johnny.”

“Please, don’t stop.” You run your fingers through his hair. His eyes ablaze as he scans your body as he continues to work his fingers in you.

“Wouldn’t dream of it”

“Oh! Johnny” you cry out as he lays a kiss on your clit.

Never had anyone kissed you down there before and it made your head spin.

“Do you want me to keep going, my little Ember?”

“Yes” you sigh.

His lips felt other worldly, and once his tongue brushed through your folds he had sent you both to another dimension. You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t think. Everything was Johnny and how he was making you feel. Never had you felt like this before.

“I knew you would taste so sweet, sugar”

“Johnny!” You scold. His filthy words shock you as your orgasm ripples through you.

Johnny chuckles at your innocence, and kisses his way back up your body. Every kiss and nip made your skin burn with need.

All you wanted was more. He was the light to your dimming flame.

“Johnny.” You beg.

You burned for him, every molecule craved him.

“I got you sweetheart. Johnny's got you.”

He guides himself into you with ease. His cock is so thick, the stretch is something you’d not ever experienced. No one could compare. All other men, ruined from this moment forward.

“Oh” you catch his eyes starting to glow as they roll back into his head.

Your tight warm cunt was more than he could ever imagine; like you were made for him. With each thrust his body threatened to flair up. He can’t hold his control around you.

“Let go Johnny, I know you won’t hurt me”

He won’t—will never. These past two weeks he’s never been so entranced, bewitched, totally hypnotized by a woman.

He let go, his thrusts were deep, so so deep. Deeper than you’ve ever experienced. It was like two souls were set ablaze. Joining, connecting as one. Johnny's hair was ablaze when you opened your eyes, the flame was hot but it didn’t burn you as he leaned in and took your mouth with his.

Whatever dude that was lite between the two of you seemed like it would never burn out. This connection was strong, as cosmic encounter bond you would never cease to forget.

“You’re close, Sugar, I can feel you griping on me. So. Damn. Tight.”

“Please, Johnny, it feels so good.” You weep.

Johnny didn’t hold back any longer. He set the room ablaze in a roar of white hot flames. They surrounded the both of you as his thrusts became more intricate.

His lit fingers lace through yours. His eyes no longer blue but the most beautiful ember.

“Johnny” you gasp, your body ablaze as the second most intense feeling rushes over you. A rush of adrenaline, warmth and energy flowed through your veins. Nothing had ever ever felt so intense, so powerful, he made you feel like you were floating.

Johnny quickly pulled out before he could release himself inside of you. You watch as his warmth covers your stomach.

Johnny flames fizzle out as soon and his orgasm is over. The room went back to only being lit by the light of the moon.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He quickly examines you and you can’t help but giggle.

“Far from it, Flame boy.” You reach for him, wanting to be held in his arms.

He shifts beside you, his body still buzzing with leftover adrenaline, but his arm tightens around your waist like he doesn’t plan to let go. You press your cheek to his chest, feeling the thump-thump of his heart against your skin.

“I was so scared I’d lose you,” you whisper, words almost lost in the hum of the city outside the window.

He pauses—just for a second—then you feel the slow curl of his grin.

“Baby Grimm, scared for little ol’ me?” he teases.

You lift your head just enough to glare at him and give his chest a light smack. “Johnny Storm! I’m trying to be sincere here.”

He winces dramatically, hand flying to the spot you hit. “Oof. Right in the ego.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s no hiding the smile tugging at your lips.

“Sorry, Sugar,” he says softer this time, voice dropping. “I just… I can’t believe it. Being here. In your arms. I—”

You kiss him before he can finish.

Because you know him.

Johnny Storm talks too much when he’s nervous. When he’s feeling something real. And the second he feels anything bigger than charm or lust, he panics. You weren’t sure what was scarier—him getting hurt out in the field, or you falling for someone who swore he wasn’t the settling type.

But when he kisses you back, slow and aching, all you feel is heat—not just from his body but from whatever this thing between you two is becoming.

When the kiss breaks, you whisper against his lips, “Don’t make me care about you like this.”

His forehead rests against yours. “Too late for that, sweetheart.”

You sigh. “Ben’s going to kill us.”

Johnny chuckles. “Yeah, well... worth it.”

And in that quiet moment—wrapped in his arms, his fingers brushing lazy circles against your back, you finally admit it to yourself.

You are in so much trouble.

He smells like smoke and aftershave and something uniquely Johnny—like danger with a side of sugar. You stay curled against his chest, fingers slipping beneath the edge of his shirt, tracing the rise and fall of his ribs just to reassure yourself he’s real. That he’s here.

“Don’t do that again,” you murmur.

“What? Save the city?” he teases, even though his voice is softer now, almost reverent.

“No. Vanish. Disappear without a word. I was climbing the damn walls.”

He shifts, cradling your face in his hand now, his thumb brushing your cheek like you’re made of glass. “I didn’t want you to worry.”

“Well, you did. A lot.” Your voice cracks on the last word, and you hate that he hears it.

Johnny’s smile fades. He tilts your chin, and the usual cocky sparkle in his eyes gives way to something more honest. “I’m sorry. Really. If I’d had a way to call you. If I had know you’d wanted me to—”

“You didn’t. I know,” you breathe, squeezing your eyes shut. He was busy, saving the world.

There’s a beat of silence, heavy and thick with everything you’ve been holding in. He presses a kiss to your temple like he can smooth it all away.

“I’ve never had anyone worry like that before,” he says quietly. “Not really. Reed worries if I burn the curtains again. Sue gives me that mom face when I mouth off in interviews. Ben threatens to throw me into traffic about once a week…”

You chuckle wetly. “That’s just his love language.”

Johnny nods, eyes locked on yours. “But you… You looked at me like I mattered. Like I was worth losing sleep over. That’s new for me, Sugar.”

“Don’t read too much into it,” you say, biting your lip to hide how much the words meant.

But Johnny’s hand slides around the back of your neck, drawing you closer. “I’m not trying to be that guy, y’know? The one who screws things up. But with you…” His voice breaks a little. “I want to try. I want to deserve this.”

“But I’m suppose to leave im a couple weeks.”

“I’m willing to do anything, Suagr.”

You close the distance, kissing him again, slower this time. Like you’re answering a question neither of you know how to ask out loud. His hands roam your back, grounding you. You feel the beat of his heart quicken against your chest, matching your own.

When you finally part, he rests his forehead against yours again, both of you breathless.

“Ben is gonna throw a fit,” you whisper.

“Oh, he’s going to throw me off the balcony,” Johnny grins, brushing your hair from your face. “But I’ll take every punch if it means I get to hold you like this.”

You smirk. “You’re a damn fool, Johnny Storm.”

“Yeah,” he says, lips brushing yours.

And this time, when you kiss him, you don’t stop. Not because you’re scared. Not because he’s a fire you’ve been warned to avoid.

But because maybe… just maybe… you were always meant to burn a little.

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✿ all over again: part one | park jeongseong

♡ content: jay x fem!reader, doctor!jay, ex boyfriend!jay, my attempt at angst, some fluff, based on the song undressed by sombr

♡ disclaimer: this is a lot of narrative and thus word vomit. might have inaccuracies on becoming/being a doctor lol. i would love to hear your thoughts <3. i mean no harm to any of the members, this is purely a work of fiction.

♡ word count: +2.2k

♡ part two here!

jay convinced himself that he was contented, perhaps even happy.

he had finished his pediatric residency from the most prestigious hospital in the country, finding routine in the endless cycle of hospital rounds and clinic duty. he gets to see the adorable faces of kids every single day, witness all different kinds of charm and personality.

so why does he still wake up and reach out to your side of the bed only to be greeted by the cold every single day. or why does he get frustrated every time he can't get his neck tie on the right way when he should've been out the door ten minutes ago.

maybe because whether he admits it or not, he knows that something, or a certain someone is missing.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"love~, you have to wake up or you'll be late for your first day!" jay heard your sweet voice from down the hallway. rubbing out the sleep in his eyes, he realizes for the millionth time of how lucky he was to have you, when the smell of his favorite breakfast wafted around his apartment.

you were just about done with preparing breakfast when when jay wrapped his arms around your waist, snuggling his nose into your neck, trying to memorize your scent to prepare him for the long day ahead of him.

"you didn't have to do all of this, love, i know how tired you are from closing up late last night," jay mumbled into your neck, peppering soft kisses as a form of apology. you worked as a florist at a small flower shop in town, and this week had been busier than usual.

you smiled before turning your head to him. "i don't mind, love. because one day i'll be the wife of one of the top pediatricians in the country, i wouldn't need to work another day of my life!" you said, teasing him. "now get dressed and eat your breakfast, big day ahead!"

jay didn't know if it was sleep deprivation or nerves, but he kept tying and untying his neck tie in front of the mirror. he was fresh out of medical school and was about to take on his one year of post-graduate internship. though it was only one step out of the many before he reaches his dream of being a pediatrician, he wanted to make a good first impression.

you could sense jay's nerves from a mile away, so you came up to him and started tying his tie for him. "you will do great today and all of your tomorrows. i'm already so proud of you," you said as you finished up his tie, smoothing out his dress shirt with your hands. you grabbed his white coat for him and helped him put it on.

"thank you for all that you do, my love. i'll work hard for the future that we both want. i'll make all of this worth it, i promise," jay said before he kissed you on the lips on his way out.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

now today, jay was rushing out of the door, biting down on a piece of toast, reminiscing of what his life was when you were still in it. it had always felt as if it was the two of you against the world. and that it would all be worth it, as long as you were together.

jay would think of those moments fondly. how you always treated him with the same patience, love, and care that you had reserved just for him.

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jay was late to yet another dinner that he had promised he'd make it to. you stared at the spread you had eagerly prepared for him, making sure that he had his favorites waiting for him after a long day at his internship. you understood that he was busy, you really did. and you were so proud of the person that he was becoming. but sometimes you couldn't help but feel left behind while he was out there chasing his big dreams.

you were lost in thought when you heard keys jingle from behind the front door. you quickly approached the door, eager to greet jay and welcome him home.

"long day?" you said as you quickly pecked his cheek in greeting, ready to take his things and usher him inside. when he quickly dropped all of things to hug you towards him, dropping his head into the side of your neck.

"i'm so sorry. i'm such a bad boyfriend," you barely heard him say as he sank deeper into your neck, not even thinking it was possible. your heart warmed at his confession, knowing that he never really meant to hurt your feelings, and that he was just trying his best at the end of the day.

"it's okay, love. the food can be reheated. and i'll always be here waiting for you. that's a promise."

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

but perhaps somewhere down the line, your patience grew thin. between managing the shop that was quickly growing in popularity and being met with disappointment after disappointment with jay in keeping his promises, you were bound to snap eventually. jay was just too blind to see it.

jay noticed the first few rain drops land on his windshield on his drive to work, his mood becoming sour. perhaps it was because the rain would always bring him back to that night.

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it had been pouring hard that night. you were stuck at the flower shop, unable to book a ride because of the weather. you looked at your phone at yet another failed call to jay, hoping for any sign that he'd be able to pick you up, since his hospital duty should have ended a while ago already. finally deciding to give up, you prepared yourself and your measly umbrella to run through the rain.

on the way home, you had thought of jay, hoping that he would drive safely in the rain, already expecting that he had to stay in late at the hospital again. only to be greeted by light peeking through the bottom of the door to your shared apartment, knowing full well that you made sure all of the lights were off before you left.

you scrambled to get inside, only to find jay on the couch, scrolling on his phone. dry, warm, and hadn't even noticed your presence until you stood in front of him.

"jay? i thought you were at the hospital?" you asked, the ugly feeling clawing at your chest overpowering the cold that ran through your body.

jay startled, finally looking up from his phone to you. "oh, i just got home a couple of minutes ago," he said, distracted and tired.

"and you didn't bother to text me? answer my calls? wonder how i'd get home in the middle of a fucking thunderstorm?" you exclaimed, wondering how he could be so self-centered. wondering where the jay you used to know went.

"look, today was a long day at the hospital, okay? i had a lot on my mind already," he mumbled towards the end, clearly wanting to get away from this conversation.

"maybe you forgot, jay, but i have a job-," you started, but jay had cut you off immediately, rising to his feet.

"well, some people have real life jobs, okay? jobs that require actual effort and whose other people's lives depend on!" he shouted, staring you down in your spot. "what happened to being supportive, huh? i thought you wanted this future with me," he tried to remind you.

you tried to stand your ground as his words sink into your mind. real life jobs? you couldn't even recognize the man in front of you, the one who used to always cheer you on and never made you feel ashamed of pursuing your passions in life.

"i'm tired jay, let's just talk about this another time," you said defeated. you didn't have the energy to deal with this tonight, especially with where this conversation seemed to be going.

"oh wow, you're tired? for sure. what would you even be tired about?" he said as you started retreating to the bedroom. but then something snapped inside you.

facing him, you finally said the words that you have kept to yourself for the last couple of months. "of course i'm tired, jay! how could i not when every time you come home you seem to drain the little life i have left in me. you go on and on about this future that you want when i don't even know if you still want me in that future. because you sure don't act like it! all of the missed dates, anniversaries, even my own fucking birthday! i'm tired of acting that i can put up with this shit for a future that we came up with years ago," you exclaimed, your breath starting to shake.

"well maybe it would be easier that way," jay said under his breath.

"what?" you asked, giving him a chance to take back what he said.

"i said that maybe it would be easier if you weren't in my future," he said to you with eyes cold as ice.

and that was all you needed to walk out of his life.

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jay entered the hospital, shaking off the rain from his umbrella and any droplets that got onto his clothes. on his way to his clinic, he would breathe deep breaths. trying to shake you off of his mind, just for a few hours.

"good morning, doc! only four patients today. just reminding you of the one dr. lee referred to you, since he's still on vacation," jay's secretary, jake, said in greeting, without taking his eyes off of the documents in front of him. jay somewhat remembered the patient he was referring to, heeseung had asked him if he could accommodate a baby coming in for his one-year check-up, or something along those lines.

jay went through the first few appointments without a hitch, smiling and entertaining all of his patients, while listening intently to the concerns of their parents. he would comfort the ones who came in for the booster shorts, letting them choose which character band-aid they wanted to put on their shoulder.

after the waving goodbye to his third patient, a sweet little girl, jay needed a few minutes to compose himself. he had always enjoyed the company of children, especially when he had nieces and nephews of his own, which is why he chose this profession in the first place. there was something about meeting them when they were only an infant, and getting to see them grow and gain their own personalities. he loved listening to all of their stories and trying to answer their questions that seemed out of this world.

but even if his days were supposed to be filled with pure joy and happiness, he couldn't help but feel empty every time he'd pack up his things and leave his clinic. because deep down, he knew he was supposed to enjoy all of this with you.

he softly smiled when he remembered the times you would keep him awake at night with endless lists of baby names you would insist on discussing with him right before bed. jay never really gave much thought as to what name he would give his children, he'll let you have your fun on that. the only thing he wanted was a baby that had your eyes.

your eyes. he closed his own so he could attempt at remembering what yours looked like. not like he ever forgot them in the first place. he still remembered the warmth he felt when he first laid his eyes on yours. it felt that as if the two of you were frozen in your own little bubble, while the rest of the world kept spinning.

jay always thought of reaching out to you. thought of making it up to you, especially now that he has achieved the dreams that you once shared with each other. he'd think of all of the ways on how to win you back, desperately hoping that you had not found somebody else. somewhere in his selfish and lonely mind would hope that you were somewhere out there, still waiting for him.

because whether he'd admit it or not, he was a coward. because he knew that it was his own fear that broke your relationship.

fear of disappointing you, was one thing. but your ability to disarm him like it was nothing was what truly scared him.

it scared him how willing he was to throw out everything that he had worked for if that was what you wanted. but between the pressure he got from his superiors, colleagues, and family, he chose what seemed at that time the easy way out. even if it meant breaking your heart and his own in the process.

late at night, he would face your side of the bed and reach out to it as if you never left, thinking what his life would be like now had he not given up on you. would the two of you have gotten married and have kids of your own? would it be a little boy or a girl?

his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the wind chime he had at his clinic door. he was lucky that his examination room was separated from the waiting area, so he had time to collect himself and put on a smile for his next patient.

but nothing could prepare him for the sight that he was about to see, his smile immediately faltering when his door slid open.

you were there. after all of these years, here you are, standing in the middle of his clinic.

but with a baby boy attached to your hip, whose features belonged to another, but with eyes that were unmistakably yours.

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logging off from @staff

Last year, after 10 wonderful, chaotic, meme-orable (sorry) years on @staff, I logged off from my role as tumblr's head of @entertainment (but I'll never log off of main!). Last week, we released our 50th and final (for now!) episode of @dashboarddiaries. I truly can't believe how quickly the time went.

It was an immense privilege to spend so many years collaborating with the countless coworkers, partners, and community members who make this hellsite (affectionate) a hellhome(site).

Tumblr was much more than a job. I grew up on tumblr, and I grew up at tumblr.

Sitting in my college dorm in 2012, making a collage of outfit inspo photos on a Word document (as one does), who knew that my perplexed roommate @neshat asking, “uh, have you heard of tumblr?” would change the course of my life.

Two years and tens of thousands of reblogs later, I somehow landed an internship on the content & community team and – after sharing thousands of officially sanctioned shitposts, working on hundreds of campaigns, and making dozens of new friends (and getting a couple of concussions (unrelated to work)) – I can confidently say that joining tumblr was one of the best decisions that I've ever made (and that this is perhaps the longest sentence that I've ever written).

Summing up the past years in a post feels impossible, but here’s a little scroll down meme-ory (too much?) lane.

Note: this is not how I got one of the concussions

For the full experience, please listen to the below while you scroll.

Obligatory @david seflie from 2014.

Launching @mishacollins' tumblr with a @gish scavenger hunt during a Supernatural convention... and breaking tumblr.

Bringing community questions everywhere from to @nasa astronauts on the International Space Station, to @televisionacad nominees at the Emmys with Answer Time.

Witnessing Kellan Lutz and Jackson Rathbone unintentionally reenact the @twilight fan art I made in high school sculpture class.

Ricky Whittle attempting to teach me how to dance.

Sweating so much during the @primevideo Saltburn interview that Emerald Fennell compared me to a glazed donut.

Discussing my talent for concussions with @rejectedjokes.

Developing Tumblr Top 5 with the incredible team at @wearewatcher, and resurrecting Coppy in the process.

Having a wee tumblr tea party with the cast of @netflix's Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story.

And so so much more, so I've also queued up some posts and reblogs from over the years. Here's a song to accompany that experience.

More to come very soon, and in the meantime you can find me haunting a dashboard near you.

I love you all, I had a ball(pit), and I’ll see you on the internet 🫶

#i love this website so much and i have a lot of feelings

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hurtspideyparker · 4 months ago

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Avengers High School AU

based on this post of mine

At a Party:

Clint: Here's a drink Pete

Tony: *takes solo cup from Peter* You idiot, he's underage!

Clint: So are we dipshit

Tony: *Chugs Peter's drink*

Clint: Whatever, I'll get him a lemonade

Tony: *Chugs his own drink*

—

Natasha: Steve I saw Tony heading for the janitor's closet

Steve: Okay?

Natasha: With Clint

Steve, sprinting down the hall: NOT THE TOILET PAPER BARTON

—

Bucky: Would you like to go out sometime?

Natasha: No

Bucky: I respect that. *Turns to Sam* would you like to go out sometime

Sam: Wait—but you just. What the hell man

Bucky: I'll take that as a no. *Turns to Clint* would you like to—

Clint: Fuck yeah

—

Tony: Did you hear about the fire in the chem lab?

Steve: Tony, what did you do

Tony: It wasn't me this time!

Steve: Oh. That's new

Tony: I mean I did text Bruce the calculations, it's not my fault he didn't see the decimal

Steve: Tony!

—

Natasha: And that's why I transferred in the middle of last year

Sam: Isn't that like...a crime

Natasha: Nobody will believe you.

Sam: What? What do you mean by that

Natasha, disappearing into the crowd:

Sam: What do you mean by that?!

—

Peter: Hi Captain!

Steve: You know only the football team calls me that Peter. I'm not your Captain

Peter: Yes sir

Steve: I'm only 2 years older than you, you don't need to call me sir either

Peter: Okay Captain!

Steve: No just...whatever

—

Tony: Hey Bruce whatcha reading

Bruce: AH! Oh hey dude

Tony: Wow you're jumpy. You need to relax

Bruce: I don't think I've relaxed once since I met you but thanks for the advice

—

Clint: Do you think Thor was held back?

Sam: Naw man, he's pretty smart

Clint: But he looks like he has a 401k and a mortgage

Bucky: Talks like it too

Sam: Maybe it's a Europe thing, school is different there

Clint: Maybe. Hey Thor! What's up buddy, how's the wife and kids?

Thor: Ay? Um...well? And yours my friend?

Clint: Fantastic! Well it was good seeing you

Thor: Alright then, farewell

Sam: What an odd guy

Bucky: Nice though

Clint: Real nice dude

—

Pepper: Tony, stop flirting with me to make Steve jealous

Tony: Whaaaaat, I would never

Pepper: You very loudly told your table, which is right next to mine, "I'm going to go flirt with Pepper to make Steve jealous"

Tony: Well do you think it's working?

Steve, at Tony's table: No

—

Peter: The decathlon supervisor is already one of my references, and I tutor for Mrs. Warren's freshman class a lot so I have her too. I also volunteered at a special needs camp over the summer, plus I applied for this competitive course where you write a research paper under a university professor for junior year, and if I get it that will look really good on my MIT application. I just hope it doesn't interfere with my internship at Oscorp. What about you, what are you doing to prepare for graduation? Aren't college apps due, like, next month for you?

Bucky: Well my boss at Dunkin Donuts said he'd give me a reference. Chicks in the drive through always tip me well

—

Sam: Why'd you punch Rumlow!

Steve: Cause he was saying creepy stuff about Natasha!

Bucky: You shouldn't have done that man

Steve: What do you mean, he was being a total asshole, I don't care if I get detention

Sam: It's not him you should be worried about

Natasha: Rogers, that was MY punch to throw

Steve: Oh no

Natasha: You think I'm some damsel in distress? Come here and I'll show you a damsel in distress

Steve: I, uh, gotta go *runs out the door*

Natasha: Which way did he go.

Sam: I didn't see nothin'

Bucky: Out those doors and to the left

Sam: Bruh

Bucky: A true friend understands when the consequences are necessary *kicks Rumlow who's still lying on the ground as he walks away*

—

Bruce: What did the racing hot dog say when he passed the finish line?

Tony: What

Bruce: I'm a wiener!

Everyone:

Bruce: Get it? Like winner?

Tony: It's okay man, just stick to academics

Thor: I have one! A priest, a pastor, and a rabbi walk into a bar

Everyone:

Thor: HAHAHA, what a coincidence for them all to arrive in the establishment simultaneously!

*Everyone bursts out laughing*

Bruce: Oh come on, that wasn't even a joke!

Tony: See he has charisma. It's all about the delivery Brucie Bear

—

Sam: Wait, you're saying that the elephant toothpaste all over the second floor right before midterms was you?

Rhodey: Hell yeah it was

Sam: But everyone blamed Tony. Even Tony's parents and the principal. The only reason he wasn't suspended was because the cameras were wiped of evidence, which was also blamed on Tony

Rhodey: Yeah you'd be surprised about how much stuff I do that Tony gets blamed for. Public image does wonders to create bias

Sam: What the hell? I thought you were the responsible one and Tony was your monkey on a leash. Why does he let you blame him?

Rhodey: Cuz he's a good bro. He gets to piss his parents off, I don't get kicked out of ROTC, and then we laugh about it afterwards

Sam: You evil geniuses...

—

Wanda: I want to get married

Natasha: Are you pregnant?

Wanda: What? No

Natasha: Oh thank goodness. Wait, then why do you want to get married

Wanda: Because it's romantic!

Natasha: And the tax benefits?

Wanda: No! Well, yes that would be nice, but no! I want to be a stay at home mom and have a nice family

Natasha: Girl you failed home economics and your type is men who think calling you their "situationship" is making it official, why don't we focus on finding the vertex for now

—

If u like this vibe I have a domestic Avengers "in a timeline where Civil War didn't end in divorce" series as well:

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 :P

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