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who wants to go to the aquarium with me i want to stand in cold rooms for two hours straight and look at jellyfish and maybe pet a small stingray

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You wanna argue or get your pussy ate?

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my brain is nothing but johnny storm

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“Omg Joe is so GRUMPY he’s not having a good time!!!!!111”

Joe:

ANYWAY.

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MY JOHNNYYYY

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he supports women's rights but most importantly, he supports women's wrongs (he believes they can do no wrong)

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Tony: Why would you give a knife to Peter?! Loki, shrugging: Peter felt unsafe. Tony: Now I feel unsafe! Loki: I’m sorry… Loki: Would you like a knife?

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twin boys, johnny and snoopy storm

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he’s everything I need.

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STRANGER THINGS S04E03 | Chapter Three: The Monster and the Superhero

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Practice Makes Perfect

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ JOHNNY STORM X READER

summary: You’ve been best friends with Johnny Storm for years — the literal embodiment of charm, chaos, and confidence. He flirts with everyone, but lately... something feels different. You're shy, introverted, and secretly harbor a hopeless crush. And you’ve never even been kissed. That is, until one lazy afternoon, Johnny casually offers to fix that.

a/n: got inspo from @djotummy and wanted to try it out!

You’re going to die. Right here, in your own apartment. Because Johnny Storm is sitting next to you, arm slung casually across the back of your couch, grinning like he knows every single thought racing through your head.

And, to be fair, he probably does.

“I still can’t believe it,” Johnny says, voice full of mock horror. “You’ve never been kissed?”

You wince. “Can we not talk about it?”

“C’mon,” he says with a dramatic groan, nudging your knee with his. “That’s not something you just drop and then not expect follow-up questions.”

You try to hide behind your cup of tea, muttering, “It’s not a big deal.”

But to Johnny, everything about you is a big deal.

You’ve been best friends with him for years. You, the shy introvert who reads books at parties, and him, the loud, flirty human torch who could charm the socks off a mannequin. Everyone thinks the dynamic is hilarious — Beauty and the Brain, Fire and Ice. What no one knows is that beneath the calm surface of your quiet little heart is a crush that’s been simmering for ages.

And Johnny? He’s been extra flirty lately. Lingering touches. Calling you “sweetheart” in that low voice. Bringing you coffee just the way you like it, without even asking.

Still, you figured that’s just... Johnny being Johnny.

Until now.

“Alright,” Johnny says suddenly, sitting up straighter. “We’re fixing this.”

Your eyes widen. “Fixing what?”

He leans toward you, eyes twinkling with that dangerous mischief. “You’ve never been kissed. And I’m your best friend. That’s, like, criminal negligence.”

You choke on your tea.

“I—Johnny, I am not kissing you just because I haven’t—”

“I didn’t say that.” He smirks, completely unbothered. “I’m offering to help. Like a public service.”

You glare, cheeks on fire. “That’s not how kisses work!”

“It is when I’m involved,” he says easily, then his voice softens — just a bit. “Hey. I’m kidding. Mostly. I just… I don’t want you to think there’s something wrong with you because of it.”

Your eyes dart away.

It’s hard not to feel that way, sometimes. Like you missed some crucial social milestone everyone else passed in high school. Like your quietness makes you unlovable.

But Johnny sees right through you.

“You know,” he says, quieter now, “I always thought it was kind of... sweet. That you haven’t rushed into that stuff. Like you’re waiting for someone who actually matters.”

You blink. “You really think that?”

He nods, the teasing fading. “Yeah. I do.”

There’s a long pause.

The air feels heavy — not uncomfortable, just... full. Like something’s shifted.

And then, in the gentlest voice you’ve ever heard from him, Johnny says:

“Do you want your first kiss to be with someone you trust?”

You look at him. At his eyes, the soft crease between his brows, the way he’s watching you like you’re the only thing in the world that matters.

Your heart beats like a drum.

“Yes,” you whisper.

He moves slowly — giving you every chance to back out. His hand slides across the couch, fingers brushing yours. His other hand comes up, cradling your cheek like you’re made of glass.

“Okay,” he says softly. “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

And you nod, because words are impossible.

His lips meet yours — warm, patient, unhurried. He doesn’t rush it. It’s not some fiery, movie-scene moment. It’s better. It’s safe. Sweet. The kind of kiss that says, I’ve wanted this for a long time, but I didn’t want to scare you.

You melt.

When he pulls back, he’s still close enough for your noses to touch.

“That,” he says, eyes sparkling, “was definitely worth the wait.”

You stare at him, breathless. “You’ve thought about it?”

He grins. “Only every time you look at me with those big eyes and then pretend you’re not blushing.”

You bury your face in your hands. “Oh my God—”

“You are so adorable, it’s unfair.”

You peek through your fingers. “So… what now?”

Johnny leans back on the couch, tugging you gently with him until your head rests on his shoulder. He keeps your hand in his.

“Well,” he says, “now I take you on a real date. We make out a lot. And eventually, you fall madly in love with me.”

You scoff, but your smile gives you away. “You’re so confident.”

He kisses the top of your head. “Not confidence, sweetheart. Just a very accurate prediction.”

And somehow, you believe him.

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STRANGER THINGS S04E06 | Chapter Six: The Dive