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Wow. Wayne sure had a vapid smile. And people said Johnny was an airhead. His eyes were pleasantly blank. It reminded Johnny instantly of late night parties that had carried on until morning, the kind where no one said a single interesting thing, the kind that he’d get home from, numbed out circles under his eyes, to Sue waiting for him with a furrowed brow, and an Oh, Johnny. He hated those parties. “Oh, tough, definitely tough!” he said, one arm going around the man’s shoulders, the other holding his phone in front of them as he took a shot, glaring at the camera. 

He eyed off the table Bruce had been sitting at. The copy of Frankeinstein seemed kind of at odds with the rest of the picture he presented, brainless billionaire socialite suddenly turned classic novel enthusiast. Weird. “Frankenstein, huh? Got a soft spot for monsters, do you?” 

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Bruce knew he wasn’t getting back to the book anytime soon. He had a part to play, once again. Not such a rare day after all.  The man looked familiar, Bruce could place him if he gave it a thought, but he didn’t. Playing dumb was always better anyway.  “Sure,” Bruce stood up and got next him. “Smiles or do you want to look tough?”  What could it hurt, he thought. Publicity is good.

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parkerlucked​:

Spider-Man might have been a showman, but Peter wasn’t. Wallcrawler, wallflower, et cetera, et cetera. Johnny never seemed to have that problem. Spidey was a match for the Torch; Peter Parker and Johnny Storm shouldn’t have existed in the same room, let alone be friends. A guy whose entire brand was cool (okay, hot) and his best bud in the mismatched socks. (They weren’t even the same height. Laundry day had been rough. He didn’t want to talk about it.) And yet– here was Johnny Storm, teasing him about exactly how uncool he was, and with exactly zero risk of Peter ending up stuffed in a locker. How times changed. 

“Oh, Johnny,” Peter said, his smile turning into a self-satisfied smirk. “Johnny, Johnny, Johnny. Sweet, beautiful Johnny, too pretty for your own good. This is the sexiest of dreams.” He reached a hand up to pat Johnny’s on his shoulder, and then pointed towards an arc reactor model across the room. “See that big metal coil over there? That’s the future of green energy. No more gasoline. No more climate change. I don’t know about you, but I think a habitable earth is pretty fucking hot. And yes, I saw the car. And the eyes you were making at it. Tell me you at least asked her to dinner first. Don’t answer that. I don’t want to know. You gonna offer to take me for a spin?”

No, Peter didn’t have his drivers license. No, he wasn’t sensitive about it. He was a city kid; he had every mode of transportation he could possibly want. Feet? Check. Skateboard? Needed a new wheel, but set. MTA? When it ran on schedule (never), you bet. And, of course, the Spidey Express. No need for a car. No need to pay for gas, either. To Johnny, though, that was probably a next-level criminal offense. Even suggesting that he might be willing to go for a ride had to earn Peter some kind of good friend points, or at least a break from the ragging for the next few hours. He wasn’t getting too ahead of himself.

He raised the camera to his eye and made a show of looking through the viewfinder, adjusting the focus, the exposure, the depth of field. “Hmm…. I don’t know. You’ve got at least one bad angle, man. It’s gonna be a harder brief. Do it for a hundred.”

Johnny had done a lot of good things in his life. Like, really good, heroic things, saving the world a couple of times, no big deal. And maybe a few bad things too. So Peter Parker calling him beautiful and talking about his sexiest dreams in the same breath, Johnny really didn’t know if he was being punished or rewarded by the universe. Felt like a bit of both, in a Pete’s-too-stupid-to-know-this-is-killing-me-but-I-might-as-well-enjoy-it kind of way, a sensation that was infuriating, overwhelming, stomach churning, all at once.  He missed the old days, when Peter had made him feel like this and Johnny had thought it meant he wanted to strangle him. Not do other things to him.  But there it was. In the wise words of one Benjamin J. Grimm, whatta revoltin’ development this is.

“Right, yeah, climate change,” Johnny said. He was just staring at the confident lines of Peter’s mouth. It turned out he was kind of hot when he smirked. It was possible that he was hot. That smirk did something to Johnny, like the lighting of an explosion: match, spark, boom, and now he felt charged all over, heart racing. He cast around for something to say that would sound even remotely intelligent to someone like Peter, who was definitely way too smart to even give Johnny the time of day. “Bad. I did a whole charity date auction thing raising money for climate change. I mean, against climate change. I’m against the climate changing. I’m totally against it.”  

Okay, that probably wasn’t it. What was wrong with him? Johnny Storm didn’t get flustered. He didn’t blush. It just didn’t happen. Especially not over Peter. His socks didn’t even match. Pete was flashing one ankle and not the other like he hadn’t seen laundry day for weeks.  Unfortunately, Johnny wanted him right down to his mismatched socks, but that wasn’t the point. This was about pride. “Yeah, I don’t think you’re ready for that. You couldn’t handle my speed, Pete,” he said, regaining his trademark smooth air, grin electric.  “But maybe I could teach you some things. Like, how to drive for one thing. I’m a race car driver. It’s embarrassing for me to be seen with you.” 

His arm still slung around Peter’s shoulders, Johnny started dragging him along to the car exhibition. It was ... maybe not easy to ignore, but possible. The rest of it didn’t matter anyway, it was just fun being around Peter. It always had been. Even now Johnny was smiling, trying to hide it. “Geez, I bet Spidey doesn’t have to work this hard to get you to take a shot of him,” Johnny complained, amused, shaking his head. “What does that jerk have that I don’t, hmmn? But fine, fine, you got yourself a deal. Take your best shot. Hey, how do you want me?” 

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“Please, easy now, one at a time, don’t worry, there’s enough of me to go around,” Johnny said, flashing a careless grin at the crowd. He was well-practiced at giving just that little bit of personal attention to everyone, a smile and a selfie for every fan. After all, this wasn’t the first time he’d been cornered, and Johnny couldn’t exactly claim innocence. He did tend to geotag all of his posts. 

Even when he was just going for a coffee run. 

Alright, Sue’s order, Reed’s, Ben’s, all checked off. A little something for Dragon Man, too; for an android, the guy sure had a sweet tooth. Or maybe that was more like a sweet fang. Johnny wasn’t totally up to date on robotic dragon anatomy. 

His powers focused on keeping the coffees hot - (obviously, except Ben’s. The big guy got so mad every time Johnny delivered him a lukewarm coffee with an innocent smile. It literally never got old) - he was just about to leave, maybe take off with a flame on! and up into the air. 

Sure, it would be kind of overkill, but it was always a crowd pleaser. But then Johnny stopped.

“Excuse me? B-Lister?” His eyebrows raised sky high. The cake wasn’t even for him. It was for Dragon Man. This was what he got for being selfless. “Do you know how many times I’ve personally saved humankind from total obliteration? I’ll give you a hint. It’s A-Lister amount of times.” 

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molly wrinkled her nose, staring dejectedly at the workbook before her. the studying… was not going well. but what else did molly expect? when had she actually last even been to school?

it didn’t help that there was some sort of major ruckus going on. a lot of ooohin’ and aaaahin’ and molly thought there ought to be a warning…

WATCH OUT FOR FLASH PHOTOGRAPHY!

but she didn’t particularly care about celebs, and she only really started to notice when some of the noise made it’s way into the cafe she was at. ugh. so whoever it was, they’d come in here too. annoying~

maybe what she needed was another coffee! hot chocolate! and a cake of some kind…. hm… and without taking a second thought, she was in line and ready to order more food and drink (she’d probably spent more time eating and drinking than actually studying).

“uhm, yeah and i’d like— huh.” her favourites. all her favourites gone. and this DUDE in front of her and probably ordered the last of them. stupid celebrities. i mean, she sort of recognised him. “stupid b-listers getting all the good cakes,” she muttered, huffing slightly. well, studying was definitely over now.

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mmorales1610​:

miles had always been a little enamoured by the johnny storm charm . it was hard not to feel a little special with johnny was looking at you because of the charisma that he exuded . and if miles was being honest ? it was nice being noticed for once . he had been so lonely lately and when half of your time is hiding behind a mask you forget who you are , at least , that’s how miles had felt sometimes . alone in a world that wasn’t his own with people that reminded him of his people but just …. weren’t . “ school isn’t for everyone . “ he says with a small shrug , even if school was the only thing miles had that he knew that he was good at he knew that there were some people where they couldn’t prosper from it , and johnny had already so many other good attributes that he didn’t need it . “ but i’m happy to be of service . “ he gives him a quick smile before moving on . 

he sits down in the seat , unloading all of his stuff in the back of the car as if they really were about to go on the worlds greatest adventure , but really the weight of it was too much to carry without a little bit of help . and miles was never really good at asking for help . “ take me for a spin ? “ miles asks with a raised eyebrow and a smirk to follow . “ you gotta buy me dinner first talkin’ like that . “ he lets it rest for a moment before adding , “ and i’m not a cheap date either ! “

“That so?” Johnny asked, giving a half-grin back, only a little rueful. He adjusted the gears, checked the navigational system. “I bet you were the kind of guy who never got less than 100%. Straight As, am I right?” He’d believe it. It was kind of Johnny’s fate to be surrounded by people who were a thousand times smarter and more capable than he was. Hell, his niece could literally talk scientific circles around him and she was three.  Not that it bothered him. Definitely not. Not even a little bit. Okay, fine, so winding up in a conversation that tread a little too dangerously close to hitting on Johnny’s insecurities right where they hurt ... not his best idea. Miles Morales, giving him a gentle, encouraging smile, on the other hand ... not so bad. 

Time to take it to the airways. Sky high, that was always the goal. Everything was better up high. He spared another glance Miles’ way as his foot inched towards the gas pedal, amusmennt flashing in Johnny’s eyes, “Hey, now, don’t you worry. Nobody who’s ever been through the Storm has complained about the experience afterwards. All in good time, Mr Morales. Latverian hot dogs on me. But first... buckle up!” With that, Johnny slammed his foot down on the pedal and the car rose up off the launch pad, throttling forwards at full speed. Johnny let out a wild yell, “Now this is it!” 

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puzzlesprince​:

“Of course! We love good clean fun around here.” Edward said with a toothy grin. Edward was no good with kids, being an only child and having a hard time getting along with children his own age. Maybe due to his vast intellectual superiority, or that the other kids labelled him as ‘weird’ right out the gate, a label that seemed to follow him into his adulthood. “Cornflakes served the same purpose. To distract Americans from their wicked, vile ways. Like consuming sugar.” Edward kept on going, oblivious to the other man’s lack of excitement.

Edward paused for a minute, feeling like there was some social norm or another he was missing, which seemed to be the case a lot of the time. “Are the kids… yours?” Edward asked carefully. Was this a kiddie coaster that he was waiting on?

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Great. This would happen to him. Johnny’s eyes were already glazing over with the well-practised ease that could only belong to someone who’d been given lectures by Mister Fantastic since his teenage years. Luckily, he also had a lot of practice in nodding at random intervals and pretending he was listening. “Yeah, uh huh, cool,” Johnny said. “Absolutely. Couldn’t agree more if you said fire was hot, buddy.”  

He took what he hoped was a subtle flick of his eyes towards the beginning of the line, hoping they were getting closer to getting out of here. “Woah, no,” Johnny said quickly, shaking his head. “Definitely not. Do I look like I could be a father?” Johnny paused, reconsidered. “I mean, I guess, technically, I could be a father, but I’d like to think if it had happened, she would have felt she could come to me and tell me, you know?” He paused and reconsidered again. “Also I mean if we’re not counting the time Doctor Doom knocked me up with an alien parasite. I don’t think we should count that.”   

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morethanalabel​:

[ me → lame on ] its not gross [ me → lame on ] anymore [ me → lame on ] you try living with him. i still dont think i have the smell of beer and cigarettes out of some of my clothes [ me → lame on ] look at me, mister fancy pants, too good to go to an apartment that no longer has rats. lockheed is mocking you right now

[ me → sprite ® ] uh hello i live with ben grimm  [ me → sprite ® ] it doesnt get worse than that believe me ive seen things i can never unsee  [ me → sprite ® ] people always ask what he has under the short shorts and [ me → sprite ® ] im saving u from that knowledge  [ me → sprite ® ] yeah i am too good for that actually [ me → sprite ® ] u just THINK theyre gone thats what they WANT u to think 

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parkerlucked​:

( ✉️ → “human” torch ): oh ok is my being deeply wounded not interesting enough to you ok i see how it is ( ✉️ → “human” torch ): you’re full of urself storm has anyone ever told you that ( ✉️ → “human” torch ): YEAH MY GIRLFRIEND IS ACTUALLY INTO IT THANK YOU ( ✉️ → “human” torch ): gwen has never once complained ( ✉️ → “human” torch ): i mean her parents seem concerned somethings and like to remind me to sleep but. that’s a separate issue ( ✉️ → “human” torch ): oh yeah i DEFINITELY wouldn’t get the superhero stuff you’re completely right oh wise and mighty human torch i am just a mere extremely tired human ( ✉️ → “human” torch ): try me ( ✉️ → “human” torch ): actually never mind please do not try me i hate that

( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): oh im sorry what did you want me to say ??? ur a real stud peter parker send me a pic of u in ur sweater vest handsome it really gets me hot  ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): happy now ?  ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): oh right yeah  ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): your girlfriend ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): yeah great no thats nice ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): im so glad u guys found each other thats super nice  ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): howd u land a woman like gwen anyway ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): i mean shes got brains beauty AND shes faceblind ??? ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): you sure lucked out  ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): exactly ! its not personal you know i think ur a great guy . not everyone’s a hero thats all . i dont think less of you just bc youve never saved multiple galaxies ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): u know. like i have : ) 

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razorrsharp​:

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Damn. She’d been made. How could she be so sloppy. She had been so focused on jimmying this stubborn door open, she’d let her senses be overtaken. Selina was supposed to be the best, what happened? 

“No.” She caught herself. “I’m just having an off night. Happens even, to the best.” Her silent monologue was vut short, because the stranger began to speak. She could either cut and run, or face the problem head on. Look him right in the eyes. Selina was no coward, and this guy seemed less than a threat. That’s around the time she noticed, his feet weren’t on the ground.

She decided to have a little fun. “So what’re you supposed to be?” She smirked a little, being no stranger to the super-powered. “A wizard?”

&.

Kind of disappointing the thief didn’t just cut and run at the sight of him. Maybe Johnny didn’t have Ben’s intimidation factor, but still, he was an A-Lister, right? Okay, maybe not. Ouch. He knew he shouldn’t get distracted but Johnny still paused, a little wounded despite himself. “Really? You’ve never heard of the Human Torch?” he asked, with a slight tone of offense.

Come on, the Fantastic Four? New York’s original, most iconic superheroes? Nothing? Wow. Shaking it off, Johnny came in closer, lit up, flames rising in smoky trails, the heat close to overwhelming. He never really liked this part. He’d much rather avoid a fight if possible. But the job was the job. “Not exactly, though I have been told I have a magic touch. But I’m not really feeling in the mood right now. How’s about we say you step away from the breaking and entering and we can just go our separate ways?” 

“This doesn’t have to get ugly.” 

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thiefcfhearts​:

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The thought of stealing the flying car was still tempting, though Remy questioned whether even he could pull that one off. But he definitely was not going to make a move for it if Johnny Storm was already eyeing the car. Johnny was a good guy, but the two of them had not been on the best of terms ever since a little mishap when the X-Men and Fantastic Four had teamed up, involving some of Johnny’s fire gone awry. Technically that event had not even happened yet, but Remy remembered it, though even if he had not, he still would not have been keen on joining Johnny for a test ride. “Non, t'ink I’ll jus’ watch dis time. I’m one o’ dose people who gets carsick if I ain’t drivin’. ‘Specially in a flyin’ car.” He paused, then decided to add, “Nothin’ 'gainst you personally, o’ course.”

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Right away, Johnny wanted to take back his hasty offer, his stomach tying itself in knots. He had nothing against Gambit, it was just that looking at the guy only made him think of his worst mistakes. Only made him remember being out of control. For as much as he chased a high, there was nothing that scared Johnny more. That was what he left behind, damage in his wake. It could happen so easily, the second he let himself slip. Maybe it was all in his head, but he thought he could see it in in the red of Gambit’s eyes too. He looked down at the dashboard of the car, a heavy weight in his chest constricting. Careless. When he was careless, people got hurt. He took his hands off the wheel and got out, one hand rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably. “Right. I’m sure. I mean, if you wanna go for it instead... there’s nothing like the high of flying, you know.”  

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Dark shades and a wide cap didn’t make for a foolproof disguise, but then again, Johnny didn’t really mind being recognized. He’d already taken a few fan photos while waiting in line for coffee, and then, by the time his order had been ready, had liked the posts that had been uploaded. (Yes, he had a habit of searching his own name. No, Sue, he didn’t have some kind of attention-seeking personality disorder. Probably.) It had been a productive morning, for a guy who really didn’t have anything to do. Sue had had the talk with him about filling his days with something a little more meaningful a dozen times over and more, but Johnny had never exactly been career minded. 

Well, not since he was a kid, anyway and it was kind of laughable to think back on those days, how he’d gone around swearing he was going to follow in his father’s footsteps. Literal brain surgeon. Yeah, right. Like that would ever have happened. Even before... well, even before Franklin Storm died. Johnny took a drink of his coffee, tasting bitterness, and then stopped in his tracks. “Bruce Wayne. Wow,” he said, approaching the table, without any shame about it. He’d never met the famous billionaire, but his reputation preceded him. It was kind of a surprise that they’d never partied together. “I’ve never seen you in the daylight before.”  Johnny smiled winningly, holding up his phone, “Selfie for the people? My followers will love this.”

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It was a rare day. The weather was nice and Wayne Enterprises could run by itself for 30 minutes without the need for the CEO’s input. Though, Bruce thought, the best part was that no sirens pulled his attention from his book. Frankenstein was a book he came back to. A moral lesson could be found in the pages. He’d often told that to the Robins so much that they’d mock him as he said it. Though, after all those years, his opinion hadn’t changed.  He found it important to read every so often. It was yearly, but his mission had taken up more and more time until reading for pleasure was a distant memory.  But today was open and free, and he would read in peace.  Then, of course, a shadow took over him table as he was reading outside a coffee shop that was owned by a man who either didn’t know or care that his patron drinking the black coffee was a billionaire.  Bruce sighed and put the book mark in place.  “Can I help you?”

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parkerlucked​:

( ✉️ → “human” torch ): ok so 1) ouch ( ✉️ → "human” torch ): 2) ouch ( ✉️ → "human” torch ): 3) that was uncalled for it’s not THAT bad ( ✉️ → "human” torch ): 4) do i want to know what you WERE imagining HUh storm????? ( ✉️ → "human” torch ): also. what. who was she and what does she know ( ✉️ → "human” torch ): the pigeons. they see everything. they know all.

( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): hey , big brain like yours , i just thought ud have thoughts that are a little more ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): interesting  ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): but dw buddy im sure there are a lot of people into the whole half dead look  ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): well its a long story ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): you wouldnt get it  ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): superhero stuff ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): but i mean she wasnt a pigeon herself ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): well ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): i guess she had wings ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): maybe she was kind of like a pigeon but like a hot pigeon 

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( ✉️ → man, iron ): i mean u should take it as a compliment ( ✉️ → man, iron ): i thought ur flying car was sexy enough to try to steal !!!  

@humantorchie asked: 15 - a  text  containing  advice .

( ✉️ → storm, johnny ): next time you try stealing a man’s flying car make sure it isn’t mine ( ✉️ → storm, johnny ): there’s more security on that that thing than you’ll ever know

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quickshct​:

🏹  ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ────────────  if there was one thing about johnny that kate couldn’t deny, it was that he’d made a name for himself. a good one at that. for all of their quips, and irritated eye rolls, she had a great deal of respect for him. even if she’d rather watch her favorite bow be snapped in half than admit to it. as gag inducing as she liked to make him believe his confidence was, it was something they were severely lacking. they were constantly biting off more than they can chew and refusing to spit it out until they were choking on their own decisions because they wanted to prove themselves. she thought the only way to do that was throwing themselves in the line of fire, risking everything they worked for no matter the cost. even when she wasn’t sure ( and they rarely were ). it was that belief he showcased that he always knew what he was doing that made people trust him, it’s why they had come to trust him too on the many nights she she had bumped into him. didn’t make him any less irritation though. if anything it made him more annoying because it just showed her how much more of a long way that they had to go.

“ it’s cute that you think you’re going to win. ” they mimicked him, voice going up three octaves as if that’s how she thought he sounded while their features did their best to dramatize the face he had made at them. “ yeah, yeah, yeah. we all know you’re all talk without anything to say. ” despite themselves, they laughed, a little bounce of enthusiasm escaping as they steadied the controller in their hand. using the time he spent running off at the mouth to position their robot. his words making them pause for a brief moment. they were hoping he wouldn’t bring up the catchphrase thing. she couldn’t even figure out her alias, let alone a catchphrase, but whatever it would be it would be cooler than his. they hoped.

“ ran out of arrows, haha. did you google that one ? ” they responded, hands busy on the controls. “ in order to run out of arrows you’d have to be a pretty shit shot. and every shot i take…── ” their eyes came up to look at him, while her hands smashed down on the controls. “ ── i don’t miss. ” they concluded not needing to see their robot smashing down on his. the sound of it bringing a smile to their face. “ it’s been on, but just like usual, you’re late to the party. so should we start talking about that catchphrase now ? i have so many ideas. maybe you could use one of the lyrics from like out in here, or burnin’ up by the jonas brothers. y’know ? a little, i’m hot you’re cold situation. oh ! and after you say the thing the music can play, do you have a theme song ? i bet it’s as lame as flame on. ”

“Oh, I have things to say, Kate Bishop. You couldn’t handle the things I have to say,” Johnny said, trademark confidence in place. It had never really wavered over all these years, even though, the early days had actually been bad. It was all a blur now, fighting villains and aliens and monsters, but Johnny had messed things up as often as he’d actually helped. He hadn’t had a clue what he’d been doing, and his powers had been so much weaker, they’d usually knocked him around as much as their opponents had. All he’d wanted to do was jump into the fray and save the day, but that hadn’t exactly been pretty. It was just that Johnny had always had the other three watching his back, picking up the slack, covering every dumb mistake he’d made. Mister Fantastic, Invisible Woman and the Thing: he would have been nothing without them. That bravado Kate had, it did remind him of himself, the way she was new to the game, but she didn’t hold back. Except she didn’t have a safety net. She might take a lot of risks, but she made them pay off. It was impressive. Not that Johnny would ever tell them that, of course. 

Like, not on pain of death. He took one hand off the controller long enough to point a finger in their face. “Okay, the joke’s on you, because the people who show up late to the party are the cool ones.” He was grinning, enjoying this, fingers moving fast on the controller. Even if his robot was getting wiped out. Typical. Maybe the old days weren’t so much in the past, after all. Fine. If he had to lose, at least the whole move Kate was pulling, not even looking as she kind of obliterated him was pretty badass. 

Still: Johnny Storm, noted sore loser. He put down his controller and folded his arms. “I don’t wanna talk about the Flame On song thing. You know, I’d just like to say, we all do things when we’re young that we aren’t proud of later on ... and don’t go thinking just because you won this round, that it means anything. You totally got lucky.” He blinked, reconsidered, and quickly switched his story, “Actually, I was going easy on you. Yeah. I let you have that one, no need to thank me.” 

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felinefelicia​:

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Felicia stirred the impaled olive around her glass as she watched the vehicle. Of course, she found it quite ugly but she could customise it. She would have to see if she could put on her little goggles and really show them how to take such a bad boy for a spin. This was so pedestrian. Why not really let that engine roar? Speaking of pedestrian, her eyes turned to see Johnny Storm of all people actually want to compete to who actually got that car.

She had met him a few times. She famously yawned in a picture in a tabloid while Reed was speaking at a charity function or something like that. Still, Johnny was a hot head with a taste for adrenaline. That she could always appreciate. What she didn’t was what she considered his lack of finesse. “Johnny Storm doesn’t have the spoiled daddy’s girl thing with a lot of money.” She grinned over her martini like a Cheshire cat.

“I’m sorry, honey. A Hardy always gets what she wants.”

&.

Johnny held his hands up, wishing he also had a drink in hand. At least the urge to jump out the window was gone - flamed on first, of course. It remained to be seen if the urge would come back, but for now, Johnny considered himself sufficiently entertained by Felicia Hardy’s presence. “Not so fast. I do have a Reed Richards to bankroll me. Although, I’ve been expressly forbidden from calling him Daddy anymore.” He gave a shrug, mischief in his eyes. “Apparently, it gives people the wrong idea.”

He grinned back at Felicia. She had always been a bit of a mystery, really, and she still came across that way now, all cool and remote, in a way he almost envied. Johnny’d never exactly been so hot at controlling himself. He'd never had an impulse that he hadn’t immediately folllowed to whatever disastrous end it took him. Well, whatever. He’d been on his best behaviour all night. Letting off a little steam now couldn’t be so wrong. 

“But hey, Iast thing I’d wanna do is stand in the way of a lady getting what she wants. You need me to cause a distraction? Be your lookout?” he offered, playfully waggling his eyebrows. "I’m totally your man.” 

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( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): well hello to you too  ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): so this is what keeps u up at nights huh ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): gotta say parker you dog its not what i was imagining  ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): i mean i wasnt like imagining it imagining it haha ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): just like ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): those bags under your eyes  ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): all the time   ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): you look terrible ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): face wise  ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ): so ! pigeons ! yeah ! weird little guys arent they ( ✉️ → my shutterbug ):  i dated a girl who could talk to pigeons once i guess you could say SHE was the alpha pigeon 

@humantorchie​ asked: 14 - a text sent while half asleep .

( ✉️ → “human” torch ): do baby pigeons exist ( ✉️ → "human” torch ): or is there like 1 alpha pigeon ( ✉️ → "human” torch ): think abt it johnny have u ever seen a baby pigeon ( ✉️ → "human” torch ): no u have not ( ✉️ → "human” torch ): i’m so tired but every time i close my eyes i see the alpha pigeon

[humantorchie]

[ me → sprite ® ] gross gross gross gross GROSS  [ me → sprite ® ] this is why i dont come to ur place  [ me → sprite ® ] still not coming over btw [ me → sprite ® ] did i say GROSS yet  [ me → sprite ® ] literally living with wolverine could not have been worse than THIS 

o4﹕ a text sent out of excitement // @humantorchie

[ me → lame on ] guess whose apartment no longer has rats? [ me → lame on ]  👍 [ me → lame on ] lockheed has had his fill. i’m very proud of him.

[humantorchie]

waruwolverine​:

The voice that responded to him sounded so familiar, Akihiro could almost see a serious of disconnected images along with the few words. Like he knew this person already, and as the man introduced himself, Akihiro surmised that the reason his voice rang true, was that Johnny was a celebrity in his own right. Even Akihiro, who didn’t play much into the whole ‘superhero worship’ game, knew how Johnny was. Maybe that’s where he heard the voice, from the litany of interviews, and talk shows, and other TV appearances that Johnny was in. And besides that, Akihiro would remember meeting Johnny. Someone as high-profile, and as attractive as Johnny would definitely be a point in Akihiro’s life. Akihiro was so busy looking at him he almost missed what he said. And he honestly thought the sentence was going to end much differently.

“My, Mr. Storm. Are you propositioning me? And here I thought this was a classy event.” Akihiro said with a sly smile, racking his eyes over Johnny’s frame. It’s not that he wasn’t interested, and he knew the workings of this type of arrangement well. He jerked his head towards the end of the exhibit hall. “Lead the way, Mr. Storm.”

&.

“Depends,” Johnny said, his head tilting flirtatiously to the side. “Is it working?” Stupid crush on his best friend aside, he had nothing really going on at the moment. And that was - well, it wasn’t as uncommon a state as Johnny liked for people to believe, but he still didn’t like it. This could be just what he needed, the perfect way to drown Peter Parker right out of his mind. If anyone could do it, this’d be the guy, Johnny thought. The handsome lines of his face were almost lethal. Johnny didn’t feel any less drawn in for that. That sense of danger just set his pulse racing faster. 

It was just weird that with every lingering look he stole, the tug of desire in his stomach felt so familiar. Johnny brushed it off, leading them out of the exhibit and to a side door.  He ignored the no exit sign and opened it out into an isolated darkly lit balcony. “Oops,” Johnny said cheerfully, with his best approximation of a dumb blond expression, eyes wide and confused. (Ben’s voice in his head said, so, just ya usual face, then?). But his smirk kind of gave the game away, “Wrong turn. Looks like I got us lost. Guess I needed that brochure, after all.”

The balcony looked out on the streets of the city, a million lights, too many for Johnny to count them all. His chest felt strangely hollow as he looked down and then back across at the man beside him. Heard an echo in his mind,You come up here often? It’s peaceful. Is peace hard to come by for you? Sometimes. When I think too much. It was his own voice he was hearing, but he’d never said that. He’d never said any of it, not to anyone. It was exactly the kind of thing he didn’t like to admit. Johnny shivered, and it wasn’t just because he could feel the man’s eyes on him.

“Okay, do I know you... because I swear... “ He stopped, cutting himself off. What was he doing? This was what Johnny always did, came in too fast, too hot. Wanted too much. He stared again, eyes tracing over his features. Yeah. Johnny definitely wanted. “Ignore me. So... you know who I am, then. Do I get a name, mystery man? Or do I have to do something to earn that?”