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[pixiexdusts-world]

The heat between us

Johnny Storm x villain!reader

Summary: A former villain seeks redemption by joining the Fantastic Four, but only Johnny Storm believes in her. As trust slowly builds, so does something deeper—love, born in the heat between them.

Word count: 3,512

The first time you stepped foot into the Baxter Building, the silence was deafening.

Not because no one was around—but because everyone was watching.

Ben Grimm crossed his arms, his rocky stance towering near the elevator doors like a personal bouncer. Sue Storm narrowed her eyes without saying a word, and Reed didn’t even look up from his tablet. The only person who offered anything close to a smile was Johnny Storm, who leaned against the wall with that crooked grin of his, arms folded casually like this was all no big deal.

Except it was a big deal.

Because you used to be the bad guy.

Or, at least, you were supposed to be.

You’d made mistakes—stupid, desperate mistakes when you aligned with the wrong people, with motives that weren’t all that pure. But you’d gotten out before it went too far. You’d helped stop a major attack. You’d turned yourself in. You’d faced the system and survived it.

Now? You were trying to do something no one thought you could.

Start over.

With the Fantastic Four, of all teams.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” Ben said, voice like a low rumble. “I don’t care how many ‘second chances’ you get, I got my eye on you.”

You nodded slowly. “Fair enough.”

Sue didn’t speak, just walked past you with an unreadable look.

Reed murmured something under his breath about trust being a fragile variable.

But Johnny?

He winked.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “You’ll win them over.”

Week One

It was brutal.

No one talked to you unless they had to. Missions were strictly professional. You stayed in the guest wing, where your bed felt colder than the cell you’d been released from. You offered help, ideas, tech modifications—but were met with shrugs or polite deflections.

Except from Johnny.

He brought you coffee without asking how you took it. He started leaving fireproof gloves on your workbench. He cracked jokes in meetings to fill the awkward silences. And he defended you—always.

“She helped save a train full of kids, Reed,” Johnny said after your second mission, when Reed side-eyed your suggestion to reroute power through a damaged panel. “You gonna tell her she doesn’t know what she’s doing?”

“She worked with Mole Man,” Reed muttered. “Forgive me if I’m cautious.”

“She also helped take him down.”

You didn’t say anything. You didn’t have to. Johnny’s voice carried enough conviction for both of you.

Week Three

You were in the training room when it happened.

A malfunction. A misfire. A sudden surge of electricity that exploded out of a faulty cannon. You didn’t have time to think—only to act.

You shoved Johnny out of the way just as the blast hit, sending you skidding across the floor, your shoulder slamming into the wall.

When you came to, Johnny was crouched beside you, his hand hovering near your face.

“You okay?” he asked, eyes wild.

You blinked through the haze, then gave a weak thumbs-up.

The rest of the team was silent.

That night, you found a plate of cookies outside your door with a note scribbled in messy handwriting:

“You’ve got great reflexes. Remind me never to play dodgeball with you. —J”

Week Five

You were starting to smile again.

Not in a loud, overconfident way—but in the quiet, unfamiliar way of someone who was finally being seen as more than their past.

You and Johnny fell into an easy rhythm. Morning coffee. Training sessions. He’d text you gifs at 2 a.m. You’d leave notes in his locker with sarcastic doodles. He started calling you “Matchstick Jr.” just to get a rise out of you.

But the real turning point came during a mission downtown.

A rogue android had broken into a power station. Chaos erupted. Civilians were trapped. You were the closest one near the control panel. You could override the system—but you had to do it from the inside. Reed told you to wait. Sue warned it was unstable.

But Johnny? He looked at you and nodded.

“I trust her,” he said. “Go.”

And you did.

You dove into the fray, hacked the core, and shut it down—just before the place went up in smoke.

Later, when the team regrouped, Reed finally looked at you with something resembling respect.

Ben even gave you a gruff pat on the back.

But the only praise you cared about came when Johnny nudged your shoulder and said softly, “Told you they’d come around.”

You found him on the rooftop, sitting on the ledge with his legs dangling over the edge, flames flickering at his fingertips.

“You okay?” you asked, approaching slowly.

He glanced back. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

You sat beside him, the cool night air brushing your skin.

“Thinking about what?”

He exhaled, watching the glow dance in his hand. “How weird it feels… caring this much about something again.”

You were quiet for a moment.

“About the team?”

“No,” he said. “About you.”

Your breath caught.

He looked at you, eyes softer than you’d ever seen them. “You know, I’ve dated people. Fun flings. Big chemistry. But no one ever made me want to stay still. Not until you.”

You swallowed, heart thudding.

“I didn’t expect any of this,” you admitted. “I didn’t even think I’d be allowed to feel normal again.”

“You’re not normal,” he said, a grin tugging at his lips. “You’re amazing. You’re brilliant. Brave. You bake those dumb cookies that taste like dreams. You fix Reed’s junk tech when no one’s looking. You got Ben to laugh. And you make me feel like I’m not just some hothead with a catchphrase.”

You stared at him, trying to read between the heat lines.

“I think I’m falling for you,” he said.

You didn’t say anything at first.

Instead, you leaned in—close enough that your forehead touched his, the fire warming your cheeks.

“I think I already fell.”

The next morning, everything was different.

And not in a good way.

Reed found out. Ben found out. Sue found out. You didn’t hide it—didn’t feel like you should.

But they didn’t take it well.

“You’re letting feelings get in the way of judgment,” Reed said flatly. “This could compromise the team.”

“She was a villain,” Ben reminded him. “You don’t just forget that.”

“She risked her life for us—twice,” Johnny shot back.

“You don’t know what else she’s capable of,” Sue said. “You don’t know her.”

Johnny’s fists clenched. “Maybe not. But I know how she makes me better. Isn’t that what we’re all trying to be?”

The argument ended in silence.

But the tension? It didn’t fade.

A week later, a mission went wrong.

An old associate from your past—someone you thought had disappeared—showed up and accused you of still being on his payroll. Accused you of setting the team up.

You denied it. Swore you had nothing to do with it. That you’d changed. That you’d prove it.

But the damage was done.

Reed locked down your access. Sue avoided you. Ben wouldn’t even meet your eyes.

Johnny stood by you. But it was different now.

“He said you helped him plan the trap,” Reed said that night in the lab. “And frankly, we don’t have proof that you didn’t.”

“Except that I didn’t,” you said quietly. “You can check my logs, my tracking, my everything. I’ve got nothing to hide.”

Reed looked away.

You turned to Johnny, your heart heavy. “I should go.”

He reached for you. “No. Please don’t.”

You gave him a tired smile. “I can’t fight both the world and your family, Johnny. Not forever.”

It was Sue who found you first.

Three days later. On a rooftop in Queens, helping evacuate a building after a collapse. No cameras. No press. Just you and dust and cracked fingernails as you pulled a little girl out from under a beam.

Sue watched from a distance.

Didn’t say anything.

But later that night, when you returned to your temporary flat, there was a note under your door.

“We were wrong. Come home. —S”

You stood outside the Baxter Building, heart pounding.

You hadn’t seen Johnny in days.

The elevator ride felt eternal.

When the doors opened, he was already there—waiting in the hallway like he never moved.

His hair was messy. His hoodie was wrinkled. And the second he saw you, his eyes lit up like the sun.

“You came back,” he whispered.

“I never really left,” you replied.

He pulled you into a hug so tight it knocked the air out of your lungs.

“I’m sorry I didn’t fight harder,” he murmured.

“You did,” you said. “You always did.”

They never really said the words, but over time, things settled.

Reed apologized in his own way—by inviting you back to the lab.

Ben offered you a rematch in ping pong.

Sue gave you a soft, real smile.

And Johnny?

He kissed you every chance he got.

One night, as you curled into him on the couch, wrapped in one of your soft blankets, he whispered:

“You know what they say about fire?”

You tilted your head. “What?”

“It doesn’t just destroy. It warms. It glows. It lights the way.”

You smiled.

“So what does that make me?”

He kissed your cheek.

“My favorite kind of flame.”

[pixiexdusts-world]

The heat between us

Johnny Storm x villain!reader

Summary: A former villain seeks redemption by joining the Fantastic Four, but only Johnny Storm believes in her. As trust slowly builds, so does something deeper—love, born in the heat between them.

Word count: 3,512

The first time you stepped foot into the Baxter Building, the silence was deafening.

Not because no one was around—but because everyone was watching.

Ben Grimm crossed his arms, his rocky stance towering near the elevator doors like a personal bouncer. Sue Storm narrowed her eyes without saying a word, and Reed didn’t even look up from his tablet. The only person who offered anything close to a smile was Johnny Storm, who leaned against the wall with that crooked grin of his, arms folded casually like this was all no big deal.

Except it was a big deal.

Because you used to be the bad guy.

Or, at least, you were supposed to be.

You’d made mistakes—stupid, desperate mistakes when you aligned with the wrong people, with motives that weren’t all that pure. But you’d gotten out before it went too far. You’d helped stop a major attack. You’d turned yourself in. You’d faced the system and survived it.

Now? You were trying to do something no one thought you could.

Start over.

With the Fantastic Four, of all teams.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” Ben said, voice like a low rumble. “I don’t care how many ‘second chances’ you get, I got my eye on you.”

You nodded slowly. “Fair enough.”

Sue didn’t speak, just walked past you with an unreadable look.

Reed murmured something under his breath about trust being a fragile variable.

But Johnny?

He winked.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “You’ll win them over.”

Week One

It was brutal.

No one talked to you unless they had to. Missions were strictly professional. You stayed in the guest wing, where your bed felt colder than the cell you’d been released from. You offered help, ideas, tech modifications—but were met with shrugs or polite deflections.

Except from Johnny.

He brought you coffee without asking how you took it. He started leaving fireproof gloves on your workbench. He cracked jokes in meetings to fill the awkward silences. And he defended you—always.

“She helped save a train full of kids, Reed,” Johnny said after your second mission, when Reed side-eyed your suggestion to reroute power through a damaged panel. “You gonna tell her she doesn’t know what she’s doing?”

“She worked with Mole Man,” Reed muttered. “Forgive me if I’m cautious.”

“She also helped take him down.”

You didn’t say anything. You didn’t have to. Johnny’s voice carried enough conviction for both of you.

Week Three

You were in the training room when it happened.

A malfunction. A misfire. A sudden surge of electricity that exploded out of a faulty cannon. You didn’t have time to think—only to act.

You shoved Johnny out of the way just as the blast hit, sending you skidding across the floor, your shoulder slamming into the wall.

When you came to, Johnny was crouched beside you, his hand hovering near your face.

“You okay?” he asked, eyes wild.

You blinked through the haze, then gave a weak thumbs-up.

The rest of the team was silent.

That night, you found a plate of cookies outside your door with a note scribbled in messy handwriting:

“You’ve got great reflexes. Remind me never to play dodgeball with you. —J”

Week Five

You were starting to smile again.

Not in a loud, overconfident way—but in the quiet, unfamiliar way of someone who was finally being seen as more than their past.

You and Johnny fell into an easy rhythm. Morning coffee. Training sessions. He’d text you gifs at 2 a.m. You’d leave notes in his locker with sarcastic doodles. He started calling you “Matchstick Jr.” just to get a rise out of you.

But the real turning point came during a mission downtown.

A rogue android had broken into a power station. Chaos erupted. Civilians were trapped. You were the closest one near the control panel. You could override the system—but you had to do it from the inside. Reed told you to wait. Sue warned it was unstable.

But Johnny? He looked at you and nodded.

“I trust her,” he said. “Go.”

And you did.

You dove into the fray, hacked the core, and shut it down—just before the place went up in smoke.

Later, when the team regrouped, Reed finally looked at you with something resembling respect.

Ben even gave you a gruff pat on the back.

But the only praise you cared about came when Johnny nudged your shoulder and said softly, “Told you they’d come around.”

You found him on the rooftop, sitting on the ledge with his legs dangling over the edge, flames flickering at his fingertips.

“You okay?” you asked, approaching slowly.

He glanced back. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

You sat beside him, the cool night air brushing your skin.

“Thinking about what?”

He exhaled, watching the glow dance in his hand. “How weird it feels… caring this much about something again.”

You were quiet for a moment.

“About the team?”

“No,” he said. “About you.”

Your breath caught.

He looked at you, eyes softer than you’d ever seen them. “You know, I’ve dated people. Fun flings. Big chemistry. But no one ever made me want to stay still. Not until you.”

You swallowed, heart thudding.

“I didn’t expect any of this,” you admitted. “I didn’t even think I’d be allowed to feel normal again.”

“You’re not normal,” he said, a grin tugging at his lips. “You’re amazing. You’re brilliant. Brave. You bake those dumb cookies that taste like dreams. You fix Reed’s junk tech when no one’s looking. You got Ben to laugh. And you make me feel like I’m not just some hothead with a catchphrase.”

You stared at him, trying to read between the heat lines.

“I think I’m falling for you,” he said.

You didn’t say anything at first.

Instead, you leaned in—close enough that your forehead touched his, the fire warming your cheeks.

“I think I already fell.”

The next morning, everything was different.

And not in a good way.

Reed found out. Ben found out. Sue found out. You didn’t hide it—didn’t feel like you should.

But they didn’t take it well.

“You’re letting feelings get in the way of judgment,” Reed said flatly. “This could compromise the team.”

“She was a villain,” Ben reminded him. “You don’t just forget that.”

“She risked her life for us—twice,” Johnny shot back.

“You don’t know what else she’s capable of,” Sue said. “You don’t know her.”

Johnny’s fists clenched. “Maybe not. But I know how she makes me better. Isn’t that what we’re all trying to be?”

The argument ended in silence.

But the tension? It didn’t fade.

A week later, a mission went wrong.

An old associate from your past—someone you thought had disappeared—showed up and accused you of still being on his payroll. Accused you of setting the team up.

You denied it. Swore you had nothing to do with it. That you’d changed. That you’d prove it.

But the damage was done.

Reed locked down your access. Sue avoided you. Ben wouldn’t even meet your eyes.

Johnny stood by you. But it was different now.

“He said you helped him plan the trap,” Reed said that night in the lab. “And frankly, we don’t have proof that you didn’t.”

“Except that I didn’t,” you said quietly. “You can check my logs, my tracking, my everything. I’ve got nothing to hide.”

Reed looked away.

You turned to Johnny, your heart heavy. “I should go.”

He reached for you. “No. Please don’t.”

You gave him a tired smile. “I can’t fight both the world and your family, Johnny. Not forever.”

It was Sue who found you first.

Three days later. On a rooftop in Queens, helping evacuate a building after a collapse. No cameras. No press. Just you and dust and cracked fingernails as you pulled a little girl out from under a beam.

Sue watched from a distance.

Didn’t say anything.

But later that night, when you returned to your temporary flat, there was a note under your door.

“We were wrong. Come home. —S”

You stood outside the Baxter Building, heart pounding.

You hadn’t seen Johnny in days.

The elevator ride felt eternal.

When the doors opened, he was already there—waiting in the hallway like he never moved.

His hair was messy. His hoodie was wrinkled. And the second he saw you, his eyes lit up like the sun.

“You came back,” he whispered.

“I never really left,” you replied.

He pulled you into a hug so tight it knocked the air out of your lungs.

“I’m sorry I didn’t fight harder,” he murmured.

“You did,” you said. “You always did.”

They never really said the words, but over time, things settled.

Reed apologized in his own way—by inviting you back to the lab.

Ben offered you a rematch in ping pong.

Sue gave you a soft, real smile.

And Johnny?

He kissed you every chance he got.

One night, as you curled into him on the couch, wrapped in one of your soft blankets, he whispered:

“You know what they say about fire?”

You tilted your head. “What?”

“It doesn’t just destroy. It warms. It glows. It lights the way.”

You smiled.

“So what does that make me?”

He kissed your cheek.

“My favorite kind of flame.”

[pixiexdusts-world]

The heat between us

Johnny Storm x villain!reader

Summary: A former villain seeks redemption by joining the Fantastic Four, but only Johnny Storm believes in her. As trust slowly builds, so does something deeper—love, born in the heat between them.

Word count: 3,512

The first time you stepped foot into the Baxter Building, the silence was deafening.

Not because no one was around—but because everyone was watching.

Ben Grimm crossed his arms, his rocky stance towering near the elevator doors like a personal bouncer. Sue Storm narrowed her eyes without saying a word, and Reed didn’t even look up from his tablet. The only person who offered anything close to a smile was Johnny Storm, who leaned against the wall with that crooked grin of his, arms folded casually like this was all no big deal.

Except it was a big deal.

Because you used to be the bad guy.

Or, at least, you were supposed to be.

You’d made mistakes—stupid, desperate mistakes when you aligned with the wrong people, with motives that weren’t all that pure. But you’d gotten out before it went too far. You’d helped stop a major attack. You’d turned yourself in. You’d faced the system and survived it.

Now? You were trying to do something no one thought you could.

Start over.

With the Fantastic Four, of all teams.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” Ben said, voice like a low rumble. “I don’t care how many ‘second chances’ you get, I got my eye on you.”

You nodded slowly. “Fair enough.”

Sue didn’t speak, just walked past you with an unreadable look.

Reed murmured something under his breath about trust being a fragile variable.

But Johnny?

He winked.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “You’ll win them over.”

Week One

It was brutal.

No one talked to you unless they had to. Missions were strictly professional. You stayed in the guest wing, where your bed felt colder than the cell you’d been released from. You offered help, ideas, tech modifications—but were met with shrugs or polite deflections.

Except from Johnny.

He brought you coffee without asking how you took it. He started leaving fireproof gloves on your workbench. He cracked jokes in meetings to fill the awkward silences. And he defended you—always.

“She helped save a train full of kids, Reed,” Johnny said after your second mission, when Reed side-eyed your suggestion to reroute power through a damaged panel. “You gonna tell her she doesn’t know what she’s doing?”

“She worked with Mole Man,” Reed muttered. “Forgive me if I’m cautious.”

“She also helped take him down.”

You didn’t say anything. You didn’t have to. Johnny’s voice carried enough conviction for both of you.

Week Three

You were in the training room when it happened.

A malfunction. A misfire. A sudden surge of electricity that exploded out of a faulty cannon. You didn’t have time to think—only to act.

You shoved Johnny out of the way just as the blast hit, sending you skidding across the floor, your shoulder slamming into the wall.

When you came to, Johnny was crouched beside you, his hand hovering near your face.

“You okay?” he asked, eyes wild.

You blinked through the haze, then gave a weak thumbs-up.

The rest of the team was silent.

That night, you found a plate of cookies outside your door with a note scribbled in messy handwriting:

“You’ve got great reflexes. Remind me never to play dodgeball with you. —J”

Week Five

You were starting to smile again.

Not in a loud, overconfident way—but in the quiet, unfamiliar way of someone who was finally being seen as more than their past.

You and Johnny fell into an easy rhythm. Morning coffee. Training sessions. He’d text you gifs at 2 a.m. You’d leave notes in his locker with sarcastic doodles. He started calling you “Matchstick Jr.” just to get a rise out of you.

But the real turning point came during a mission downtown.

A rogue android had broken into a power station. Chaos erupted. Civilians were trapped. You were the closest one near the control panel. You could override the system—but you had to do it from the inside. Reed told you to wait. Sue warned it was unstable.

But Johnny? He looked at you and nodded.

“I trust her,” he said. “Go.”

And you did.

You dove into the fray, hacked the core, and shut it down—just before the place went up in smoke.

Later, when the team regrouped, Reed finally looked at you with something resembling respect.

Ben even gave you a gruff pat on the back.

But the only praise you cared about came when Johnny nudged your shoulder and said softly, “Told you they’d come around.”

You found him on the rooftop, sitting on the ledge with his legs dangling over the edge, flames flickering at his fingertips.

“You okay?” you asked, approaching slowly.

He glanced back. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

You sat beside him, the cool night air brushing your skin.

“Thinking about what?”

He exhaled, watching the glow dance in his hand. “How weird it feels… caring this much about something again.”

You were quiet for a moment.

“About the team?”

“No,” he said. “About you.”

Your breath caught.

He looked at you, eyes softer than you’d ever seen them. “You know, I’ve dated people. Fun flings. Big chemistry. But no one ever made me want to stay still. Not until you.”

You swallowed, heart thudding.

“I didn’t expect any of this,” you admitted. “I didn’t even think I’d be allowed to feel normal again.”

“You’re not normal,” he said, a grin tugging at his lips. “You’re amazing. You’re brilliant. Brave. You bake those dumb cookies that taste like dreams. You fix Reed’s junk tech when no one’s looking. You got Ben to laugh. And you make me feel like I’m not just some hothead with a catchphrase.”

You stared at him, trying to read between the heat lines.

“I think I’m falling for you,” he said.

You didn’t say anything at first.

Instead, you leaned in—close enough that your forehead touched his, the fire warming your cheeks.

“I think I already fell.”

The next morning, everything was different.

And not in a good way.

Reed found out. Ben found out. Sue found out. You didn’t hide it—didn’t feel like you should.

But they didn’t take it well.

“You’re letting feelings get in the way of judgment,” Reed said flatly. “This could compromise the team.”

“She was a villain,” Ben reminded him. “You don’t just forget that.”

“She risked her life for us—twice,” Johnny shot back.

“You don’t know what else she’s capable of,” Sue said. “You don’t know her.”

Johnny’s fists clenched. “Maybe not. But I know how she makes me better. Isn’t that what we’re all trying to be?”

The argument ended in silence.

But the tension? It didn’t fade.

A week later, a mission went wrong.

An old associate from your past—someone you thought had disappeared—showed up and accused you of still being on his payroll. Accused you of setting the team up.

You denied it. Swore you had nothing to do with it. That you’d changed. That you’d prove it.

But the damage was done.

Reed locked down your access. Sue avoided you. Ben wouldn’t even meet your eyes.

Johnny stood by you. But it was different now.

“He said you helped him plan the trap,” Reed said that night in the lab. “And frankly, we don’t have proof that you didn’t.”

“Except that I didn’t,” you said quietly. “You can check my logs, my tracking, my everything. I’ve got nothing to hide.”

Reed looked away.

You turned to Johnny, your heart heavy. “I should go.”

He reached for you. “No. Please don’t.”

You gave him a tired smile. “I can’t fight both the world and your family, Johnny. Not forever.”

It was Sue who found you first.

Three days later. On a rooftop in Queens, helping evacuate a building after a collapse. No cameras. No press. Just you and dust and cracked fingernails as you pulled a little girl out from under a beam.

Sue watched from a distance.

Didn’t say anything.

But later that night, when you returned to your temporary flat, there was a note under your door.

“We were wrong. Come home. —S”

You stood outside the Baxter Building, heart pounding.

You hadn’t seen Johnny in days.

The elevator ride felt eternal.

When the doors opened, he was already there—waiting in the hallway like he never moved.

His hair was messy. His hoodie was wrinkled. And the second he saw you, his eyes lit up like the sun.

“You came back,” he whispered.

“I never really left,” you replied.

He pulled you into a hug so tight it knocked the air out of your lungs.

“I’m sorry I didn’t fight harder,” he murmured.

“You did,” you said. “You always did.”

They never really said the words, but over time, things settled.

Reed apologized in his own way—by inviting you back to the lab.

Ben offered you a rematch in ping pong.

Sue gave you a soft, real smile.

And Johnny?

He kissed you every chance he got.

One night, as you curled into him on the couch, wrapped in one of your soft blankets, he whispered:

“You know what they say about fire?”

You tilted your head. “What?”

“It doesn’t just destroy. It warms. It glows. It lights the way.”

You smiled.

“So what does that make me?”

He kissed your cheek.

“My favorite kind of flame.”

[pixiexdusts-world]

after reading the johnny storm fic where the reader makes them fantastic four keychains and coasters i needed to make on myself

figured it matched the wool in the picture

x

omg stop that’s the cutest thing ever 😭😭😭 the way u actually made a fantastic four coaster after reading my fic??!! That’s adorable

Thank u for sharing this! it’s made my whole day fr 💙x

[pixiexdusts-world]

Warm hands, soft hearts

Johnny Storm x girlfriend!reader

Summary: Johnny Storm brings his soft girlfriend to meet the Fantastic Four. She charms everyone with her warmth and handmade gifts, and by the end of the night, Johnny realizes he’s completely in love.

Word count: 3,012

Notes: Fantastic 4 only came out on Friday and yet I’ve seen it twice already 🧍🏻‍♀️

The Baxter Building was unusually quiet, which meant either something was about to explode, or Johnny Storm was nervous.

And today? It was definitely the latter.

Johnny paced the living room for the third time, running a hand through his perfectly tousled hair. He’d cleaned the entire penthouse suite—twice. He’d even folded the throw blankets, fluffed the couch pillows, and for some reason, baked cookies with Ben. (Ben had eaten half of them before they even cooled.)

This wasn’t like him. He didn’t do nerves. He didn’t do “bring a girl home to meet the team.” But you weren’t just any girl.

You were his first real relationship.

And he was in way deeper than he’d planned.

He glanced at the elevator, checking the time on his phone for the millionth time. You should’ve been here by now.

“Pacing again?” came a voice from the hallway.

Sue Storm, barefoot and sipping tea, leaned against the doorframe with a knowing smile. “Johnny, she’s not going to break up with you if she sees you folding towels wrong.”

“I don’t fold towels wrong,” Johnny muttered, then added, “Do I?”

Sue walked over and smoothed his shirt collar. “You look fine. The place looks fine. And more importantly—if she makes you this nervous, it means she’s probably perfect.”

“She is,” Johnny said softly, surprising even himself with how sure he sounded.

Meanwhile… in the elevator

You clutched the small basket you’d made with homemade cookies and little knitted keychains shaped like the Fantastic Four logo. It was silly, maybe even too much, but crafting helped calm your nerves, and you wanted to make a good impression. You knew this wasn’t just “meeting the roommates.” This was meeting the team. His team.

Johnny Storm had a reputation. You knew that going in. But the Johnny you had gotten to know over the past five months? He was goofy. He was gentle with you, always asking if you were warm enough, always tucking your hands into his when you were cold. He liked when you wore your oversized sweaters and had once told you that cuddling with you felt “like being wrapped in the best parts of Sunday morning.”

He was, to your surprise, completely obsessed with you.

And now… you were about to meet the family.

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to reveal a spacious modern suite that smelled faintly of cinnamon, firewood, and cleaning spray. Johnny was waiting right at the threshold.

“You made it!” he said, breaking into that sunny grin that never failed to melt you.

“I come bearing soft goods and baked goods,” you said, lifting the basket.

He laughed, took it from your hands, then pulled you into a warm hug. You melted into his chest instantly, letting his heat soak into your skin. You’d always joked he was your human space heater—and today, it felt like home.

“You’re good,” he murmured into your ear. “They’re gonna love you.”

First Contact: Sue Storm

Johnny led you into the main living space where a tall blonde woman was curled up on a massive armchair, sipping tea and reading something on a tablet.

She looked up and smiled.

“You must be the girl who knits things,” she said, standing up and walking over. “I’m Sue. It’s really nice to finally meet you.”

You smiled shyly. “It’s really nice to meet you, too. Johnny talks about you all the time.”

Sue raised an eyebrow at her brother. “Oh really? All good things, I hope.”

Johnny made a strangled sound. “Only great things,” you said smoothly, shooting him a teasing look.

“I heard you make blankets?” Sue asked. “Because I’m perpetually cold in this building.”

“Oh! I brought you one!” You reached into the basket and pulled out a pale blue, cloud-soft throw. “It’s made of bamboo yarn—it’s breathable but still warm.”

Sue gasped. “This is beautiful. You didn’t have to—wow, this is so soft. You’re going to be in trouble. I love handmade things.”

Johnny gave you a secret proud look that made your stomach flutter.

“She’s amazing, right?” he said.

You flushed, ducking your head as Sue winked.

“I like her already,” she said.

Round Two: Reed Richards

You were not expecting Reed Richards to appear out of nowhere, but there he was, stepping out of a sliding door that looked suspiciously like a lab entrance. He had goggles on his forehead and a streak of oil down his cheek.

“Oh, Johnny’s girlfriend!” he said, eyes lighting up behind thick glasses. “Wonderful. Hello. Sorry, I’m trying to deconstruct Galactus’s energy pulse signature.”

“That sounds… intense,” you said with a nervous smile.

“Do you knit?” he asked, immediately distracted by the basket.

Johnny groaned. “Reed, don’t ask her to scan her yarn for cosmic radiation. Again.”

“Just once!” Reed protested. “That one scarf you gave Johnny registered a unique thermal signature.”

“Because it’s made of alpaca,” you offered helpfully.

Reed blinked. “Fascinating.”

You smiled at him. He was a little awkward, but kind. You handed him a little Fantastic Four keychain you’d made—his even had a tiny lab coat.

“Oh, this is extraordinary,” he said. “I don’t usually understand social cues, but I believe this is a gift.”

“You got it.”

Reed smiled softly. “I like her.”

Johnny smirked. “Two for two.”

The Final Boss: Ben Grimm

You were pouring tea when the elevator groaned and opened again. Heavy footsteps echoed as a towering figure entered the room.

“Oh boy,” Johnny murmured under his breath. “Here we go.”

Ben Grimm, a.k.a. The Thing, filled the doorway like a boulder. He wore a sweatshirt that said “NY Mets” stretched over his rocky shoulders and carried a grocery bag like it weighed nothing.

“Johnny,” he said in his gravelly voice. “She here?”

You straightened, heart hammering.

Ben looked you up and down, his stone brow furrowing.

“So… this is the girl?” he said slowly.

Johnny stepped beside you. “Ben, this is my girlfriend. The real one.”

You took a deep breath and walked forward, extending a hand. “Hi, I’m (Y/N). It’s really nice to meet you.”

Ben looked at your hand for a beat, then slowly took it in his massive stone palm. You expected cold, rough, intimidating.

It was warm.

“Nice grip,” he said, nodding. “You’re not scared of me.”

“Not even a little,” you said with a soft smile. “Johnny said you like lemon bars. I made some.”

Ben blinked. “You baked?”

“Yep. And I brought you a coaster,” you added, holding up a crocheted coaster shaped like a rock. “So you can put your drinks down without scratching the tables.”

There was a long pause.

Then Ben let out a booming laugh. “Johnny, you better hold on to her.”

“Don’t plan on letting go,” Johnny said quietly, watching you like you hung the moon.

Dinner was loud and chaotic in the best way. Reed asked you about yarn physics. Sue insisted on taking photos. Ben told embarrassing stories about Johnny’s early days of catching fire at the worst possible moments.

And Johnny? He never stopped looking at you.

He sat beside you, hand always touching yours—sometimes tangled in your fingers, sometimes resting on your thigh. His eyes softened every time you laughed, every time you talked. He looked at you like the whole world existed in your smile.

Later, when the dishes were done and the others had retreated, Johnny took you out onto the rooftop terrace.

The city twinkled below, and the breeze ruffled your cardigan.

“Cold?” he asked, already tugging off his hoodie.

“I’m okay,” you said, leaning into his warmth when he wrapped it around you anyway.

He kissed your forehead, then held you close.

“You were perfect tonight,” he murmured. “I mean it. They love you.”

“You were right,” you said softly. “They’re kind. They’re… a real family.”

He nodded, then pulled back to look at you seriously.

“I know I used to be… a bit of a disaster. Okay, a lot of a disaster.”

“You were just looking for something that felt like home,” you said. “And now?”

“Now I’ve found it,” he said. “With you.”

Your heart squeezed.

“Johnny…”

He took your hands in his.

“I’ve never brought anyone home before. Not like this. Not because I needed them to see you. Because you’re it for me. You’re the real deal. You make me want to be better.”

You looked up at him, tears prickling your eyes.

“Johnny Storm, are you getting soft on me?” you teased gently.

“Only for you,” he whispered. “Always for you.”

And then he kissed you—slow, warm, and full of something neither of you had dared to name until now.

Love.

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Prehistoric tension

Henry Loomis x reader

Summary: You and Henry Loomis flirt on the boat, tension building as the island gets closer.

Word count: 692

The boat engine hummed low beneath your boots, salt spray kissing the air as the island drew closer on the horizon. You leaned on the railing, one boot hooked on the bottom rung, sunglasses shielding your eyes from the early morning glare.

Behind you, footsteps—soft, hesitant.

“Do you always stand like that when you’re about to risk your life?” a voice asked, a little amused, a little nervous.

You smirked before turning around. Dr. Henry Loomis, in all his freshly-pressed, nervously handsome glory, was fiddling with the strap of his backpack like it might bite him.

“Only when I’m trying to impress the awkward paleontologist behind me,” you said coolly.

His mouth twitched. “Well, it’s working. I’m deeply impressed. Terrified, too. But mostly impressed.”

You raised a brow. “Terrified of me or the island?”

He took a step closer, lowering his voice like he was letting you in on a secret. “Both, honestly. But only one of them is wearing combat boots and a knife strapped to her thigh.”

“Smart man.” You turned to face the ocean again. “And here I thought you science guys were all talk.”

“I’m mostly talk,” he admitted, standing beside you now. “But I did pack a flare gun. So I’ve got that going for me.”

You laughed—short, surprised. “You really think a flare gun’s gonna save you from a Quetzalcoatlus?”

“I was hoping you’d save me, actually.”

You glanced sideways at him. He looked mostly innocent, but his eyes were glinting, and he definitely knew how to deliver a line. There was something boyish about it—earnest and curious, but with just enough nerve to try.

“You know,” you said, “if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me.”

He cleared his throat, flushed faintly. “Was it obvious?”

“A little.”

“I’m rusty,” he said. “Last time I tried flirting, I compared a girl to a protoceratops. It didn’t go over well.”

You snorted. “Please tell me you didn’t use the word ‘frill.’”

His ears turned red. “…I may have.”

You shook your head, grinning. “God help you on this mission.”

He smiled, then looked out toward the mist-shrouded island. “I’m more worried about the dinosaurs, if I’m being honest.”

You let the silence settle for a beat, the waves slapping rhythmically against the hull. The others were below deck prepping gear. Up here, it was just you and him—and the tension between your wild confidence and his endearing dorkiness.

“Hey, Loomis?”

“Yeah?”

“If you survive this thing, I might let you take me out for a drink.”

He blinked. “Seriously?”

“No frill metaphors. That’s the deal.”

His grin spread slow, eyes sparkling. “Deal. I promise to keep it strictly post-Cretaceous.”

You bumped his shoulder lightly. “Then try not to die, dinosaur boy.”

“I’ll do my best, trouble.”

And for the first time since boarding this boat, the thought of heading straight into danger didn’t feel so heavy.

Not with him beside you.

Not with that look in his eyes.

[pixiexdusts-world]

Warm hands, soft hearts

Johnny Storm x girlfriend!reader

Summary: Johnny Storm brings his soft girlfriend to meet the Fantastic Four. She charms everyone with her warmth and handmade gifts, and by the end of the night, Johnny realizes he’s completely in love.

Word count: 3,012

Notes: Fantastic 4 only came out on Friday and yet I’ve seen it twice already 🧍🏻‍♀️

The Baxter Building was unusually quiet, which meant either something was about to explode, or Johnny Storm was nervous.

And today? It was definitely the latter.

Johnny paced the living room for the third time, running a hand through his perfectly tousled hair. He’d cleaned the entire penthouse suite—twice. He’d even folded the throw blankets, fluffed the couch pillows, and for some reason, baked cookies with Ben. (Ben had eaten half of them before they even cooled.)

This wasn’t like him. He didn’t do nerves. He didn’t do “bring a girl home to meet the team.” But you weren’t just any girl.

You were his first real relationship.

And he was in way deeper than he’d planned.

He glanced at the elevator, checking the time on his phone for the millionth time. You should’ve been here by now.

“Pacing again?” came a voice from the hallway.

Sue Storm, barefoot and sipping tea, leaned against the doorframe with a knowing smile. “Johnny, she’s not going to break up with you if she sees you folding towels wrong.”

“I don’t fold towels wrong,” Johnny muttered, then added, “Do I?”

Sue walked over and smoothed his shirt collar. “You look fine. The place looks fine. And more importantly—if she makes you this nervous, it means she’s probably perfect.”

“She is,” Johnny said softly, surprising even himself with how sure he sounded.

Meanwhile… in the elevator

You clutched the small basket you’d made with homemade cookies and little knitted keychains shaped like the Fantastic Four logo. It was silly, maybe even too much, but crafting helped calm your nerves, and you wanted to make a good impression. You knew this wasn’t just “meeting the roommates.” This was meeting the team. His team.

Johnny Storm had a reputation. You knew that going in. But the Johnny you had gotten to know over the past five months? He was goofy. He was gentle with you, always asking if you were warm enough, always tucking your hands into his when you were cold. He liked when you wore your oversized sweaters and had once told you that cuddling with you felt “like being wrapped in the best parts of Sunday morning.”

He was, to your surprise, completely obsessed with you.

And now… you were about to meet the family.

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to reveal a spacious modern suite that smelled faintly of cinnamon, firewood, and cleaning spray. Johnny was waiting right at the threshold.

“You made it!” he said, breaking into that sunny grin that never failed to melt you.

“I come bearing soft goods and baked goods,” you said, lifting the basket.

He laughed, took it from your hands, then pulled you into a warm hug. You melted into his chest instantly, letting his heat soak into your skin. You’d always joked he was your human space heater—and today, it felt like home.

“You’re good,” he murmured into your ear. “They’re gonna love you.”

First Contact: Sue Storm

Johnny led you into the main living space where a tall blonde woman was curled up on a massive armchair, sipping tea and reading something on a tablet.

She looked up and smiled.

“You must be the girl who knits things,” she said, standing up and walking over. “I’m Sue. It’s really nice to finally meet you.”

You smiled shyly. “It’s really nice to meet you, too. Johnny talks about you all the time.”

Sue raised an eyebrow at her brother. “Oh really? All good things, I hope.”

Johnny made a strangled sound. “Only great things,” you said smoothly, shooting him a teasing look.

“I heard you make blankets?” Sue asked. “Because I’m perpetually cold in this building.”

“Oh! I brought you one!” You reached into the basket and pulled out a pale blue, cloud-soft throw. “It’s made of bamboo yarn—it’s breathable but still warm.”

Sue gasped. “This is beautiful. You didn’t have to—wow, this is so soft. You’re going to be in trouble. I love handmade things.”

Johnny gave you a secret proud look that made your stomach flutter.

“She’s amazing, right?” he said.

You flushed, ducking your head as Sue winked.

“I like her already,” she said.

Round Two: Reed Richards

You were not expecting Reed Richards to appear out of nowhere, but there he was, stepping out of a sliding door that looked suspiciously like a lab entrance. He had goggles on his forehead and a streak of oil down his cheek.

“Oh, Johnny’s girlfriend!” he said, eyes lighting up behind thick glasses. “Wonderful. Hello. Sorry, I’m trying to deconstruct Galactus’s energy pulse signature.”

“That sounds… intense,” you said with a nervous smile.

“Do you knit?” he asked, immediately distracted by the basket.

Johnny groaned. “Reed, don’t ask her to scan her yarn for cosmic radiation. Again.”

“Just once!” Reed protested. “That one scarf you gave Johnny registered a unique thermal signature.”

“Because it’s made of alpaca,” you offered helpfully.

Reed blinked. “Fascinating.”

You smiled at him. He was a little awkward, but kind. You handed him a little Fantastic Four keychain you’d made—his even had a tiny lab coat.

“Oh, this is extraordinary,” he said. “I don’t usually understand social cues, but I believe this is a gift.”

“You got it.”

Reed smiled softly. “I like her.”

Johnny smirked. “Two for two.”

The Final Boss: Ben Grimm

You were pouring tea when the elevator groaned and opened again. Heavy footsteps echoed as a towering figure entered the room.

“Oh boy,” Johnny murmured under his breath. “Here we go.”

Ben Grimm, a.k.a. The Thing, filled the doorway like a boulder. He wore a sweatshirt that said “NY Mets” stretched over his rocky shoulders and carried a grocery bag like it weighed nothing.

“Johnny,” he said in his gravelly voice. “She here?”

You straightened, heart hammering.

Ben looked you up and down, his stone brow furrowing.

“So… this is the girl?” he said slowly.

Johnny stepped beside you. “Ben, this is my girlfriend. The real one.”

You took a deep breath and walked forward, extending a hand. “Hi, I’m (Y/N). It’s really nice to meet you.”

Ben looked at your hand for a beat, then slowly took it in his massive stone palm. You expected cold, rough, intimidating.

It was warm.

“Nice grip,” he said, nodding. “You’re not scared of me.”

“Not even a little,” you said with a soft smile. “Johnny said you like lemon bars. I made some.”

Ben blinked. “You baked?”

“Yep. And I brought you a coaster,” you added, holding up a crocheted coaster shaped like a rock. “So you can put your drinks down without scratching the tables.”

There was a long pause.

Then Ben let out a booming laugh. “Johnny, you better hold on to her.”

“Don’t plan on letting go,” Johnny said quietly, watching you like you hung the moon.

Dinner was loud and chaotic in the best way. Reed asked you about yarn physics. Sue insisted on taking photos. Ben told embarrassing stories about Johnny’s early days of catching fire at the worst possible moments.

And Johnny? He never stopped looking at you.

He sat beside you, hand always touching yours—sometimes tangled in your fingers, sometimes resting on your thigh. His eyes softened every time you laughed, every time you talked. He looked at you like the whole world existed in your smile.

Later, when the dishes were done and the others had retreated, Johnny took you out onto the rooftop terrace.

The city twinkled below, and the breeze ruffled your cardigan.

“Cold?” he asked, already tugging off his hoodie.

“I’m okay,” you said, leaning into his warmth when he wrapped it around you anyway.

He kissed your forehead, then held you close.

“You were perfect tonight,” he murmured. “I mean it. They love you.”

“You were right,” you said softly. “They’re kind. They’re… a real family.”

He nodded, then pulled back to look at you seriously.

“I know I used to be… a bit of a disaster. Okay, a lot of a disaster.”

“You were just looking for something that felt like home,” you said. “And now?”

“Now I’ve found it,” he said. “With you.”

Your heart squeezed.

“Johnny…”

He took your hands in his.

“I’ve never brought anyone home before. Not like this. Not because I needed them to see you. Because you’re it for me. You’re the real deal. You make me want to be better.”

You looked up at him, tears prickling your eyes.

“Johnny Storm, are you getting soft on me?” you teased gently.

“Only for you,” he whispered. “Always for you.”

And then he kissed you—slow, warm, and full of something neither of you had dared to name until now.

Love.

[pixiexdusts-world]

Glass between us

Hwang Jun-ho x girlfriend!reader

Summary: Jun-ho visits you in jail after returning from the island, where you were arrested alongside Woo-seok. Despite the serious charges, you lighten the moment with jokes—reminding him why he missed you.

Word count: 655

Notes: ^^^ how reader thought her cell would look like

The metal door buzzed open. Jun-ho stepped into the visitation room, the weight of the island still dragging at his shoulders. But nothing—nothing—could’ve prepared him for the sight of you in that orange jumpsuit, legs kicked up like you were lounging at a rooftop bar.

You grinned wide the moment you saw him.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Korea’s hottest missing cop, now miraculously alive and judging me through bulletproof glass.”

Jun-ho sat down with a sigh. “You broke into Captain Park’s house with Woo-seok.”

“Allegedly,” you said, holding up your hands. “All I did was ‘trespass on government property with intent to expose a globally illegal death game.’ You’d think that would come with a thank-you card.”

“You’re lucky they didn’t disappear you like the others.”

“I know. Believe me, the moment they slapped cuffs on me, I thought I was dead meat.” You leaned forward, eyes glinting. “But then Woo-seok panicked. Bolted. Got halfway out of the station before they tackled him into a vending machine. It was very cinematic.”

Jun-ho pressed his fingers to his temples. “Jesus. He said it was your idea.”

You snorted. “Of course he did. Coward. I told him to wait for your signal. But the moment I said ‘let’s snoop quietly,’ he brought a crowbar and a GoPro.”

“You’re facing real charges.”

“And a real terrible jumpsuit,” you quipped. “Seriously, orange washes me out.”

He didn’t smile.

You sighed, a little softer now. “I know it’s bad. But when you vanished, Jun-ho, I thought you were dead. Then Woo-seok showed up, half-mad and convinced he had proof the Games were still running. I couldn’t just ignore that.”

Jun-ho leaned back, eyes scanning your face. “You didn’t trust me to come back.”

“I didn’t think you could come back.”

That hit harder than you meant it to. You looked down. “I thought I lost you. And if you were gone, I figured… maybe I could finish what you started.”

He didn’t speak for a long moment. Then: “I’m getting you out of here.”

You blinked. “What, like… legally? Or are we talking Mission: Impossible?”

Jun-ho cracked the smallest smile. “Legally. For now.”

“I vote dramatic rescue. Maybe a helicopter? I look great in wind.”

His brows lifted. “You’re impossible.”

“But charming,” you said, grinning. “Admit it. You missed me.”

He didn’t deny it.

“You’re not going to be in here forever,” he said firmly. “I have contacts now. People who want this whole operation exposed. We’ll fight the charges.”

You leaned in until your forehead almost touched the glass. “And when I get out?”

“We lay low. No more breaking and entering. No more Woo-seok.”

“Deal,” you said. “But only if I get to keep teasing you forever.”

A pause. Then Jun-ho murmured, “I wouldn’t survive without it.”

[pixiexdusts-world]

space talk

pairing: johnny storm x f!reader | genre: fluff | wc: 0.6k

summary: johnny storm loves to talk—that’s no secret. but when he talks about space, something changes. it’s softer. quieter. and that shift? that's exactly what pulls you in even more.

warnings: established relationship, soft!johnny, kissing, emotional intimacy.

a/n: i tried to refrain from adding another character to the roster. i did. but i love him 😭 (saw the movie friday morning. so what, i made it all of 4 days? lmao.) i hope you enjoy ♡

Johnny’s passionate about a lot of things—fast cars, bad decisions, even worse jokes, and, surprisingly, Lucky Charms. (That one caught you off guard at first, but you’ve learned to accept it.)

It doesn’t matter what he’s talking about. He brings all of himself to it—hands moving, voice rising with excitement, laughter breaking through like sparks.

He’s loud, expressive, impossible not to watch.

Space, however, is the exception.

When it comes up, something in him shifts. His words come softer, lower. Like they’re too heavy to throw around the way he usually does. There’s still fire behind them, burning with that same intensity… just quieter.

You never interrupt. You just watch him. The way his fingers twitch like he’s tracing constellations midair. There’s a look in his eyes—part wonder, part ache—and it hits you in the chest every time.

You’ve always loved the way he talks.

But this?

This is something else entirely.

It’s become a quiet kind of routine: your body stretched across his, cheek resting on his shoulder, one hand tucked beneath your chin, the other pressed gently against his side. Just close enough to feel the steady heat of him.

And he keeps talking.

Not like he’s performing—just thinking out loud, letting his mind wander from launch mechanics to how weightlessness felt, then to the way sound works differently in space. His voice never falters. It’s smooth, measured, a gentle sort of reverence threaded through every word.

You lose track of the actual facts after a while. Something about pressure suits and magnetic boots. But you don’t stop listening. Not really.

You’re too caught up in the way his mouth moves, the way his lips curve around words like “orbital decay” and “solar flare.” Most of all, it’s the way his eyes soften when he talks about stars like he’s still floating among them.

The way he strings it all together shouldn’t work—a burned glove, solar winds, the way Earth looked from orbit. But with him it does. It always does. 

And he notices. The way your gaze lingers. The quiet focus. The subtle tilt of your head, like you’re trying to memorize every part of him in this exact moment.

Normally, he lets you be. Just soaks it in.

But not this time.

Johnny's voice dips, low and teasing as his eyes flick to yours. “What?”

You blink slowly, lips curling as you play it off. “Nothing.”

His grin curves up, cocky as hell. “You’ve got that look again.”

You arch a brow. “What look?”

“Like I’m saying something brilliant.” He leans in slightly, voice dropping even lower. “Or like you’re about to kiss me.”

You hum, fingertips brushing his ribs. “I just like hearing you talk.”

“Yeah?” he asks, lips already edging toward a smirk.

Your mouth finds that warm spot just below his jaw, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah.”

Then you shift, just slightly lifting from where you’d been resting on his shoulder. It’s subtle, easy, but enough for your face to tilt up toward his. Enough to kiss him properly.

You start soft, your lips grazing the smile he hasn’t bothered to hide.

He kisses you back like he means it—slow burn, no rush—then murmurs against your mouth.

“Oh, I get it. You like it like it.”

You huff a quiet laugh. “Shut up.”

And he does—but only because you kiss him again. And again.

This time, he deepens it, no warning, no hesitation. His hands find your waist, pulling you flush against him. Whatever comeback he had dies on his tongue, lost in the way you kiss him—deep and certain, like you already know he’ll chase it.

He exhales through his nose, like you’ve knocked the wind out of him. And then he kisses you even harder.

Turns out, that’s something Johnny’s passionate about too—

You.

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[pixiexdusts-world]

Warm hands, soft hearts

Johnny Storm x girlfriend!reader

Summary: Johnny Storm brings his soft girlfriend to meet the Fantastic Four. She charms everyone with her warmth and handmade gifts, and by the end of the night, Johnny realizes he’s completely in love.

Word count: 3,012

Notes: Fantastic 4 only came out on Friday and yet I’ve seen it twice already 🧍🏻‍♀️

The Baxter Building was unusually quiet, which meant either something was about to explode, or Johnny Storm was nervous.

And today? It was definitely the latter.

Johnny paced the living room for the third time, running a hand through his perfectly tousled hair. He’d cleaned the entire penthouse suite—twice. He’d even folded the throw blankets, fluffed the couch pillows, and for some reason, baked cookies with Ben. (Ben had eaten half of them before they even cooled.)

This wasn’t like him. He didn’t do nerves. He didn’t do “bring a girl home to meet the team.” But you weren’t just any girl.

You were his first real relationship.

And he was in way deeper than he’d planned.

He glanced at the elevator, checking the time on his phone for the millionth time. You should’ve been here by now.

“Pacing again?” came a voice from the hallway.

Sue Storm, barefoot and sipping tea, leaned against the doorframe with a knowing smile. “Johnny, she’s not going to break up with you if she sees you folding towels wrong.”

“I don’t fold towels wrong,” Johnny muttered, then added, “Do I?”

Sue walked over and smoothed his shirt collar. “You look fine. The place looks fine. And more importantly—if she makes you this nervous, it means she’s probably perfect.”

“She is,” Johnny said softly, surprising even himself with how sure he sounded.

Meanwhile… in the elevator

You clutched the small basket you’d made with homemade cookies and little knitted keychains shaped like the Fantastic Four logo. It was silly, maybe even too much, but crafting helped calm your nerves, and you wanted to make a good impression. You knew this wasn’t just “meeting the roommates.” This was meeting the team. His team.

Johnny Storm had a reputation. You knew that going in. But the Johnny you had gotten to know over the past five months? He was goofy. He was gentle with you, always asking if you were warm enough, always tucking your hands into his when you were cold. He liked when you wore your oversized sweaters and had once told you that cuddling with you felt “like being wrapped in the best parts of Sunday morning.”

He was, to your surprise, completely obsessed with you.

And now… you were about to meet the family.

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to reveal a spacious modern suite that smelled faintly of cinnamon, firewood, and cleaning spray. Johnny was waiting right at the threshold.

“You made it!” he said, breaking into that sunny grin that never failed to melt you.

“I come bearing soft goods and baked goods,” you said, lifting the basket.

He laughed, took it from your hands, then pulled you into a warm hug. You melted into his chest instantly, letting his heat soak into your skin. You’d always joked he was your human space heater—and today, it felt like home.

“You’re good,” he murmured into your ear. “They’re gonna love you.”

First Contact: Sue Storm

Johnny led you into the main living space where a tall blonde woman was curled up on a massive armchair, sipping tea and reading something on a tablet.

She looked up and smiled.

“You must be the girl who knits things,” she said, standing up and walking over. “I’m Sue. It’s really nice to finally meet you.”

You smiled shyly. “It’s really nice to meet you, too. Johnny talks about you all the time.”

Sue raised an eyebrow at her brother. “Oh really? All good things, I hope.”

Johnny made a strangled sound. “Only great things,” you said smoothly, shooting him a teasing look.

“I heard you make blankets?” Sue asked. “Because I’m perpetually cold in this building.”

“Oh! I brought you one!” You reached into the basket and pulled out a pale blue, cloud-soft throw. “It’s made of bamboo yarn—it’s breathable but still warm.”

Sue gasped. “This is beautiful. You didn’t have to—wow, this is so soft. You’re going to be in trouble. I love handmade things.”

Johnny gave you a secret proud look that made your stomach flutter.

“She’s amazing, right?” he said.

You flushed, ducking your head as Sue winked.

“I like her already,” she said.

Round Two: Reed Richards

You were not expecting Reed Richards to appear out of nowhere, but there he was, stepping out of a sliding door that looked suspiciously like a lab entrance. He had goggles on his forehead and a streak of oil down his cheek.

“Oh, Johnny’s girlfriend!” he said, eyes lighting up behind thick glasses. “Wonderful. Hello. Sorry, I’m trying to deconstruct Galactus’s energy pulse signature.”

“That sounds… intense,” you said with a nervous smile.

“Do you knit?” he asked, immediately distracted by the basket.

Johnny groaned. “Reed, don’t ask her to scan her yarn for cosmic radiation. Again.”

“Just once!” Reed protested. “That one scarf you gave Johnny registered a unique thermal signature.”

“Because it’s made of alpaca,” you offered helpfully.

Reed blinked. “Fascinating.”

You smiled at him. He was a little awkward, but kind. You handed him a little Fantastic Four keychain you’d made—his even had a tiny lab coat.

“Oh, this is extraordinary,” he said. “I don’t usually understand social cues, but I believe this is a gift.”

“You got it.”

Reed smiled softly. “I like her.”

Johnny smirked. “Two for two.”

The Final Boss: Ben Grimm

You were pouring tea when the elevator groaned and opened again. Heavy footsteps echoed as a towering figure entered the room.

“Oh boy,” Johnny murmured under his breath. “Here we go.”

Ben Grimm, a.k.a. The Thing, filled the doorway like a boulder. He wore a sweatshirt that said “NY Mets” stretched over his rocky shoulders and carried a grocery bag like it weighed nothing.

“Johnny,” he said in his gravelly voice. “She here?”

You straightened, heart hammering.

Ben looked you up and down, his stone brow furrowing.

“So… this is the girl?” he said slowly.

Johnny stepped beside you. “Ben, this is my girlfriend. The real one.”

You took a deep breath and walked forward, extending a hand. “Hi, I’m (Y/N). It’s really nice to meet you.”

Ben looked at your hand for a beat, then slowly took it in his massive stone palm. You expected cold, rough, intimidating.

It was warm.

“Nice grip,” he said, nodding. “You’re not scared of me.”

“Not even a little,” you said with a soft smile. “Johnny said you like lemon bars. I made some.”

Ben blinked. “You baked?”

“Yep. And I brought you a coaster,” you added, holding up a crocheted coaster shaped like a rock. “So you can put your drinks down without scratching the tables.”

There was a long pause.

Then Ben let out a booming laugh. “Johnny, you better hold on to her.”

“Don’t plan on letting go,” Johnny said quietly, watching you like you hung the moon.

Dinner was loud and chaotic in the best way. Reed asked you about yarn physics. Sue insisted on taking photos. Ben told embarrassing stories about Johnny’s early days of catching fire at the worst possible moments.

And Johnny? He never stopped looking at you.

He sat beside you, hand always touching yours—sometimes tangled in your fingers, sometimes resting on your thigh. His eyes softened every time you laughed, every time you talked. He looked at you like the whole world existed in your smile.

Later, when the dishes were done and the others had retreated, Johnny took you out onto the rooftop terrace.

The city twinkled below, and the breeze ruffled your cardigan.

“Cold?” he asked, already tugging off his hoodie.

“I’m okay,” you said, leaning into his warmth when he wrapped it around you anyway.

He kissed your forehead, then held you close.

“You were perfect tonight,” he murmured. “I mean it. They love you.”

“You were right,” you said softly. “They’re kind. They’re… a real family.”

He nodded, then pulled back to look at you seriously.

“I know I used to be… a bit of a disaster. Okay, a lot of a disaster.”

“You were just looking for something that felt like home,” you said. “And now?”

“Now I’ve found it,” he said. “With you.”

Your heart squeezed.

“Johnny…”

He took your hands in his.

“I’ve never brought anyone home before. Not like this. Not because I needed them to see you. Because you’re it for me. You’re the real deal. You make me want to be better.”

You looked up at him, tears prickling your eyes.

“Johnny Storm, are you getting soft on me?” you teased gently.

“Only for you,” he whispered. “Always for you.”

And then he kissed you—slow, warm, and full of something neither of you had dared to name until now.

Love.

[pixiexdusts-world]

Warm hands, soft hearts

Johnny Storm x girlfriend!reader

Summary: Johnny Storm brings his soft girlfriend to meet the Fantastic Four. She charms everyone with her warmth and handmade gifts, and by the end of the night, Johnny realizes he’s completely in love.

Word count: 3,012

Notes: Fantastic 4 only came out on Friday and yet I’ve seen it twice already 🧍🏻‍♀️

The Baxter Building was unusually quiet, which meant either something was about to explode, or Johnny Storm was nervous.

And today? It was definitely the latter.

Johnny paced the living room for the third time, running a hand through his perfectly tousled hair. He’d cleaned the entire penthouse suite—twice. He’d even folded the throw blankets, fluffed the couch pillows, and for some reason, baked cookies with Ben. (Ben had eaten half of them before they even cooled.)

This wasn’t like him. He didn’t do nerves. He didn’t do “bring a girl home to meet the team.” But you weren’t just any girl.

You were his first real relationship.

And he was in way deeper than he’d planned.

He glanced at the elevator, checking the time on his phone for the millionth time. You should’ve been here by now.

“Pacing again?” came a voice from the hallway.

Sue Storm, barefoot and sipping tea, leaned against the doorframe with a knowing smile. “Johnny, she’s not going to break up with you if she sees you folding towels wrong.”

“I don’t fold towels wrong,” Johnny muttered, then added, “Do I?”

Sue walked over and smoothed his shirt collar. “You look fine. The place looks fine. And more importantly—if she makes you this nervous, it means she’s probably perfect.”

“She is,” Johnny said softly, surprising even himself with how sure he sounded.

Meanwhile… in the elevator

You clutched the small basket you’d made with homemade cookies and little knitted keychains shaped like the Fantastic Four logo. It was silly, maybe even too much, but crafting helped calm your nerves, and you wanted to make a good impression. You knew this wasn’t just “meeting the roommates.” This was meeting the team. His team.

Johnny Storm had a reputation. You knew that going in. But the Johnny you had gotten to know over the past five months? He was goofy. He was gentle with you, always asking if you were warm enough, always tucking your hands into his when you were cold. He liked when you wore your oversized sweaters and had once told you that cuddling with you felt “like being wrapped in the best parts of Sunday morning.”

He was, to your surprise, completely obsessed with you.

And now… you were about to meet the family.

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to reveal a spacious modern suite that smelled faintly of cinnamon, firewood, and cleaning spray. Johnny was waiting right at the threshold.

“You made it!” he said, breaking into that sunny grin that never failed to melt you.

“I come bearing soft goods and baked goods,” you said, lifting the basket.

He laughed, took it from your hands, then pulled you into a warm hug. You melted into his chest instantly, letting his heat soak into your skin. You’d always joked he was your human space heater—and today, it felt like home.

“You’re good,” he murmured into your ear. “They’re gonna love you.”

First Contact: Sue Storm

Johnny led you into the main living space where a tall blonde woman was curled up on a massive armchair, sipping tea and reading something on a tablet.

She looked up and smiled.

“You must be the girl who knits things,” she said, standing up and walking over. “I’m Sue. It’s really nice to finally meet you.”

You smiled shyly. “It’s really nice to meet you, too. Johnny talks about you all the time.”

Sue raised an eyebrow at her brother. “Oh really? All good things, I hope.”

Johnny made a strangled sound. “Only great things,” you said smoothly, shooting him a teasing look.

“I heard you make blankets?” Sue asked. “Because I’m perpetually cold in this building.”

“Oh! I brought you one!” You reached into the basket and pulled out a pale blue, cloud-soft throw. “It’s made of bamboo yarn—it’s breathable but still warm.”

Sue gasped. “This is beautiful. You didn’t have to—wow, this is so soft. You’re going to be in trouble. I love handmade things.”

Johnny gave you a secret proud look that made your stomach flutter.

“She’s amazing, right?” he said.

You flushed, ducking your head as Sue winked.

“I like her already,” she said.

Round Two: Reed Richards

You were not expecting Reed Richards to appear out of nowhere, but there he was, stepping out of a sliding door that looked suspiciously like a lab entrance. He had goggles on his forehead and a streak of oil down his cheek.

“Oh, Johnny’s girlfriend!” he said, eyes lighting up behind thick glasses. “Wonderful. Hello. Sorry, I’m trying to deconstruct Galactus’s energy pulse signature.”

“That sounds… intense,” you said with a nervous smile.

“Do you knit?” he asked, immediately distracted by the basket.

Johnny groaned. “Reed, don’t ask her to scan her yarn for cosmic radiation. Again.”

“Just once!” Reed protested. “That one scarf you gave Johnny registered a unique thermal signature.”

“Because it’s made of alpaca,” you offered helpfully.

Reed blinked. “Fascinating.”

You smiled at him. He was a little awkward, but kind. You handed him a little Fantastic Four keychain you’d made—his even had a tiny lab coat.

“Oh, this is extraordinary,” he said. “I don’t usually understand social cues, but I believe this is a gift.”

“You got it.”

Reed smiled softly. “I like her.”

Johnny smirked. “Two for two.”

The Final Boss: Ben Grimm

You were pouring tea when the elevator groaned and opened again. Heavy footsteps echoed as a towering figure entered the room.

“Oh boy,” Johnny murmured under his breath. “Here we go.”

Ben Grimm, a.k.a. The Thing, filled the doorway like a boulder. He wore a sweatshirt that said “NY Mets” stretched over his rocky shoulders and carried a grocery bag like it weighed nothing.

“Johnny,” he said in his gravelly voice. “She here?”

You straightened, heart hammering.

Ben looked you up and down, his stone brow furrowing.

“So… this is the girl?” he said slowly.

Johnny stepped beside you. “Ben, this is my girlfriend. The real one.”

You took a deep breath and walked forward, extending a hand. “Hi, I’m (Y/N). It’s really nice to meet you.”

Ben looked at your hand for a beat, then slowly took it in his massive stone palm. You expected cold, rough, intimidating.

It was warm.

“Nice grip,” he said, nodding. “You’re not scared of me.”

“Not even a little,” you said with a soft smile. “Johnny said you like lemon bars. I made some.”

Ben blinked. “You baked?”

“Yep. And I brought you a coaster,” you added, holding up a crocheted coaster shaped like a rock. “So you can put your drinks down without scratching the tables.”

There was a long pause.

Then Ben let out a booming laugh. “Johnny, you better hold on to her.”

“Don’t plan on letting go,” Johnny said quietly, watching you like you hung the moon.

Dinner was loud and chaotic in the best way. Reed asked you about yarn physics. Sue insisted on taking photos. Ben told embarrassing stories about Johnny’s early days of catching fire at the worst possible moments.

And Johnny? He never stopped looking at you.

He sat beside you, hand always touching yours—sometimes tangled in your fingers, sometimes resting on your thigh. His eyes softened every time you laughed, every time you talked. He looked at you like the whole world existed in your smile.

Later, when the dishes were done and the others had retreated, Johnny took you out onto the rooftop terrace.

The city twinkled below, and the breeze ruffled your cardigan.

“Cold?” he asked, already tugging off his hoodie.

“I’m okay,” you said, leaning into his warmth when he wrapped it around you anyway.

He kissed your forehead, then held you close.

“You were perfect tonight,” he murmured. “I mean it. They love you.”

“You were right,” you said softly. “They’re kind. They’re… a real family.”

He nodded, then pulled back to look at you seriously.

“I know I used to be… a bit of a disaster. Okay, a lot of a disaster.”

“You were just looking for something that felt like home,” you said. “And now?”

“Now I’ve found it,” he said. “With you.”

Your heart squeezed.

“Johnny…”

He took your hands in his.

“I’ve never brought anyone home before. Not like this. Not because I needed them to see you. Because you’re it for me. You’re the real deal. You make me want to be better.”

You looked up at him, tears prickling your eyes.

“Johnny Storm, are you getting soft on me?” you teased gently.

“Only for you,” he whispered. “Always for you.”

And then he kissed you—slow, warm, and full of something neither of you had dared to name until now.

Love.

[pixiexdusts-world]

rule breaker | johnny storm x fem!reader

Pairing: Johnny Storm x Fem!Reader Summary: When you and Johnny Storm started fooling around, he made sure to tell you that it was going to be nothing serious. Well, at least until he broke his own rule and fell in love with you. Warnings: Mention of food, a make-out session and references to sex (but nothing explicit), no spoilers for The Fantastic Four: First Steps! Word Count: 2.9k A/N: I literally haven't written in like a month and a half, even though I have been trying. I've been in a massive slump. I assumed Pedro Pascal would help me out of it when I saw Fantastic Four this morning, only for me to come out of the film entirely in love with Johnny Storm (and Sue... I really want to write for her too). And then I ended up writing almost 3k for Johnny, so... me writing for Joaquín, Bob and now Johnny is so telling. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy. Johnny is fun to write for and I look forward to exploring his character more if people want me to write more for him! Requests are always open 😊

When you first started seeing Johnny Storm, he had only one condition: that nothing between the two of you was to be serious. It was a fling, nothing more. You were fooling around and having fun. Johnny had a reputation to uphold – one that he took great pride in, being known as a ‘womaniser’ across the city and the world.

He was the first one to bend his own rule, though, when he saw you the second time… and then the third, the fourth and so on. He never thought too much of it. The two of you always had a great time and you worked well together in more ways than one. What was the problem with that? Johnny wasn’t planning on settling down (he’d seen enough of his sister and brother-in-law’s life to know that wasn’t in the cards for him yet). But he liked you, he liked spending time with you… and so what if the worst part of his day was when he had to say goodbye to you? 

It was one day when he watched you walking away and hailing a cab to head back to your own apartment that he realised that he hadn’t just bent his rule, he’d broken it completely. 

Johnny Storm was, against his will, in love. 

As he walked back towards the Baxter Building, his eyebrows furrowed, he knew that somewhere along the way things had gone terribly wrong. Johnny Storm didn’t fall in love. He was a womaniser! He loved women, he loved spending time with women, he loved falling into bed with women and not having to think about having a relationship with them. 

But then you came along and changed him before he knew what was happening.

The next morning, he was sitting in the kitchen, a box of Lucky Charms in his hands, though he hadn’t eaten any since he’d sat down. All he was doing was staring across the room, frowning at the wall. Ben, mid-way through making breakfast, was concerned.

“Are you sick?” He asked, trying to break Johnny’s focus.

Johnny blinked and sat the box of Lucky Charms on the table, glancing over at Ben. “No.”

“You haven’t even opened the cereal.”

He looked down at the box, noticing for the first time that it was still sealed. When was the last time he’d gotten a box of Lucky Charms out of the cupboard and not broken straight into them? Ben hadn’t even had to berate him about him ruining his appetite this morning.

Oh, he was so done for.

Johnny let out a groan and threw his head backwards, leaning over the back of the chair.

“You sure you’re okay?” Ben asked as he flipped a pancake.

“No,” Johnny groaned again. He looked over at Ben as he put the pancake on the top of an already very tall stack. “Have you ever been in love, Ben?”

Ben stared at him, almost burning another pancake in the process. “Why are you asking?”

“Just… that’s not important!”

“Sure, kid…” Ben shook his head and flipped another pancake. 

“Are you gonna answer my question?” Johnny pressed.

“No.”

Johnny groaned again and pulled himself up from the seat. There was no way he was going to discuss this with Sue or Reed, so Ben was his best bet… but actually saying the words out loud were so much more difficult than he’d expected, especially since Ben didn’t seem to be particularly open to the conversation either.

“I give up,” he huffed, starting to walk from the room. Breakfast could wait. He could reheat the pancakes later. Since he hadn’t touched the Lucky Charms, he supposed he didn’t have much of an appetite anyway. The only thing he could think about was you.

The way you’d felt in his arms the night before, the feeling of your lips on his, the way your hair looked, spread out over his pillow, the way you smiled at him when he made cheesy jokes, especially in moments when he shouldn’t be making cheesy jokes. 

“Johnny,” Ben called out, just as Johnny was about to leave the room. He turned around, looking over at where Ben was still standing behind the stove. “Just be honest with yourself. No ones reputation is more important than their feelings.”

For a moment, Johnny only stared at Ben. Had he somehow understood everything Johnny had been feeling without him having to say a word? Did he know that Johnny was stressed over his reputation undoubtedly about to come crashing down because he’d fallen in love? He couldn’t… none of his family had even met you. He was always careful about sneaking you in and out so that no one could ask questions. 

But then again, you were the only girl he’d brought back to their home. With every other girl he’d seen before you, he’d gone to them. But somewhere along the way with you, he’d started bringing you home instead. And it had been a long time since he’d been with anyone but you.

Back in his room, he found himself staring at his calendar, trying to figure out if he could move things around so he could see you again sooner. Ben’s words were on repeat in his mind. No ones reputation is more important than their feelings. Maybe he was right. Johnny had briefly considered ending things with you after he realised he loved you. But then he thought about it more and decided that never seeing you again would hurt more. That even the idea of being with someone that wasn’t you felt like a betrayal to both you and himself.

It was a few hours later, the sun just starting to set over New York, when he decided he had to do something about all of this sooner rather than later. He should have been getting ready to have dinner with Ben, Reed and Sue, but instead he was getting dressed to leave the Baxter Building and go to you. He’d been to your apartment before, back when you’d first started fooling around a few months ago. 

Still, as he stood in front of your door, his hand raised to knock on it, he was terrified. What if you turned him away? What if you were busy? What if there was someone else inside your apartment? You two had made it clear from the start that you weren’t exclusive. There was nothing stopping you from seeing other people. It was Johnny who, somewhere along the way, had decided to focus only on being with you. 

His hand was still raised, about to knock, when the door swung open and his eyes fell on you. The way your hair framed your face, the outfit you were wearing and the way it hugged every part of your body perfectly, the colour of your eyes and the look in them – surprise at seeing Johnny Storm standing in the hallway, but also… relief? Was that what that was?

“Johnny,” you said, eyes wide.

“Hi,” he replied. As if that one word said everything.

“Hi.”

For a moment, there was just silence as the two of you looked at each other. One of your neighbours exited the elevator and walked to their apartment, watching you the entire way. Once their door was closed, you finally broke the silence. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked, glancing at his hand which was still in mid air, hovering like he’d been about to knock on your door. “We saw each other just last night.” As if you weren’t quietly thrilled to see him again. As if you hadn’t been daydreaming every moment you weren’t with Johnny about a moment just like this. 

He noticed the way you looked at his hand and immediately dropped it, wiping his sweaty palm on his trousers. Why was he nervous all of a sudden? Johnny was never nervous when it came to you. He certainly hadn’t been nervous last night when he’d had you in his bed. 

“Can we talk inside?” He finally asked, managing something other than hi. He didn’t want to have this conversation in the middle of the hallway. “Unless you have plans.” You were going out by the looks of it. 

You nodded, stepping back to let Johnny into your apartment. Your ‘plans’ had only involved leaving your apartment to get some fresh air and maybe some alcohol at the bar on the corner. Anything to try and get your mind off of Johnny Storm and the night you’d had with him last night. Anything to try and get the fact that you were falling in love with possibly the most unavailable man on the planet.

You closed the door behind Johnny after he was inside your apartment and insisted that he make himself comfortable. Following him into your living room, you sat down on the couch beside him, folding your hands together in your lap. This conversation clearly wasn’t going to be anything good, judging by the look on his face. 

Perhaps he’d gotten an inkling of a feeling about the way you’d been feeling for him. Maybe last night, you’d said something in the heat of the moment that you didn’t remember – something that made him want to end things with you. Maybe, after being with you for so long now, he was ready for a change. He’d probably had many conversations like this in the past with various other women. You weren’t special.

“Whatever it is you’re here to say,” you began, “just say it. No hard feelings.”

Johnny was having trouble making his thoughts coherent, though. You were in front of him again, your knees almost touching his, and his eyes kept flickering to your mouth without them meaning to. He was having to use all his self control not to lean over and kiss you. That wasn’t why he was here, even though he was secretly hoping that would occur at some point in the night, if you didn’t tell him to get out and banish him from your apartment after he said what he had come here to say.

You watched him, noticing the way his gaze was flickering and the way one of his knees had started to bounce up and down – something he tended to do when he was worried. Unable to stop yourself, you reached over and put a hand on his knee. He looked down at your hand immediately, eyes narrowing in on it, on the feeling of the warmth of your hand through the thin material of his trousers.

Something came over him at that small act of touch and before he knew it, he was acting on instinct. He leant towards you, his hands moving to cup your face as he pressed his lips to yours. The pressure had you leaning back against the pillows of the couch as he kissed you. You groaned a little into his mouth, one of your hands moving to fist in the material of his sweater as his lips moved against yours.

Even though you’d kissed less than 24 hours ago, the feeling was unlike anything. There was nothing in life that you could have ever compared it to. The way his lips felt against yours made you feel like you were on fire – which was amusing considering his super powers. Maybe it was even some kind of effect from his powers. You didn’t really care. 

Johnny pulled back from the kiss, breathless, and squeezed his eyes shut, his forehead falling against yours. This was not the plan. He wasn’t coming here to kiss you. He was coming here to confess to you. To ask you to be in a proper relationship with him, not to just fool around with him whenever you both desired that. 

“Johnny,” you muttered, one of your hands moving to cup his cheek. You could see that whatever was going on inside his brain was troubling him. You’d thought he was coming here to break things off with you, but judging by that kiss you’d been very wrong. “What’s going on?” 

Briefly, he captured your lips in his again, his teeth pulling a little on your bottom lip before he pulled away again. One of his hands had moved down to grip your waist during the kiss and the heat coming from it felt almost dangerous. 

“I broke my own rule,” he murmured, lips only inches away from yours.

“What rule?” You breathed, desperately trying not to get your hopes up. There was only one rule that you knew of when it came to your relationship with Johnny Storm: nothing is to be serious. It’s all just for fun.

“This isn’t just a fling anymore,” Johnny admitted, eyes still shut tight. He couldn’t bring himself to open them because if he did, yours would be the first thing he’d see and they’d tell him everything. If you were hurt by his words, he knew he’d never forget the look in your eyes and he wasn’t sure he could live with himself if you were. There was every chance that you only wanted this to be a fling, too. That you wanted nothing serious from Johnny, just like you’d agreed on the first time you slept together.

“What?” You were barely able to get the word out. It was nothing more than a breath and if Johnny wasn’t hovering so close to your face, you’re certain he wouldn’t have even heard you.

Johnny took a breath. “I don’t want to only see you when we fool around,” he started. “I know we agreed on this not being serious at the start. But if you’re open to it, I want to try this for real. An actual relationship.”

He said the words quickly, like he was worried that if he stopped, he wouldn’t be able to keep going. He needed to get them all out before he could chicken out or before you could interrupt him and break his heart, something he believed was a real possibility.

Because his eyes were still closed, he didn’t see the smile appearing on your face. You reached up and ran your thumb along his cheek gently. “Johnny, open your eyes.” 

He opened one eye slowly, still worried, and then the second one. His gaze instantly went to your lips, his heart beating faster as he looked at your smile. “You’re smiling,” he murmured. “Does that mean–”

“Yes, Johnny. It does,” you confirmed, stroking his cheek again softly, just happy that he’d finally opened his eyes and therefore opened himself up to you. He hadn’t been afraid to end things with you at all. He’d just been afraid of what you were going to say to him.

“Oh, man,” Johnny laughed, pressing his lips to yours again briefly before pulling away from you properly and standing to his feet. He threw his hands in the air and cheered loudly.

Laughing, you sat up. “Johnny, I have neighbours!” 

“I don’t care,” he shook his head, reaching down and wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you up into his arms. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, still laughing as he spun you around in a circle. “I’m the happiest man alive right now!”

“I can see that,” you replied, amused. 

Johnny put you back down on solid ground and couldn’t help but kiss you again, dipping you in the process and making sure to hold the back of your head so you didn’t hit it on the coffee table. He loved kissing you before, but now he was going to have a hard time stopping.

“I was concerned,” you said once Johnny had stood you up again and finally detached his lips from yours. “I thought you were coming over here to break things off with me. That you had started to suspect I had feelings for you that were too serious for just a fling.”

He shook his head, arms still around your waist, hands splayed across your back as he held you pressed against his body. “If I’d suspected that, it would have made things a lot easier for me,” he admitted. “I was terrified you were going to end things with me if I confessed. We agreed that this wasn’t going to be anything serious when we started this.”

“Are you sure you want something serious?” You had to ask. Johnny Storm was notorious for not having anything serious with the women of New York City.

“Every time I thought about anyone but you these last few months, it felt like I was cheating on you. My reputation doesn’t matter nearly as much to me as you do.”

A smile came to your face again. “That has to be one of the most attractive things you’ve ever said, Johnny Storm.”

“Oh, yeah?” A cocky smile appeared on his own face. “Gonna do anything about that?”

You rolled your eyes before kissing him. You could feel his smile against your lips as he tightened his grip on you, hands warm against your back. He was completely yours to kiss now – even though he had been for months without you realising it.

“So, I was thinking,” Johnny muttered in-between quick kisses, “we should just stay in tonight… maybe on this couch… maybe we don’t leave it for a couple hours…” 

“Aren’t you meant to be having dinner with your family tonight?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I’ll make it up to them. Tonight, I just want you.”

[pixiexdusts-world]

Glass between us

Hwang Jun-ho x girlfriend!reader

Summary: Jun-ho visits you in jail after returning from the island, where you were arrested alongside Woo-seok. Despite the serious charges, you lighten the moment with jokes—reminding him why he missed you.

Word count: 655

Notes: ^^^ how reader thought her cell would look like

The metal door buzzed open. Jun-ho stepped into the visitation room, the weight of the island still dragging at his shoulders. But nothing—nothing—could’ve prepared him for the sight of you in that orange jumpsuit, legs kicked up like you were lounging at a rooftop bar.

You grinned wide the moment you saw him.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Korea’s hottest missing cop, now miraculously alive and judging me through bulletproof glass.”

Jun-ho sat down with a sigh. “You broke into Captain Park’s house with Woo-seok.”

“Allegedly,” you said, holding up your hands. “All I did was ‘trespass on government property with intent to expose a globally illegal death game.’ You’d think that would come with a thank-you card.”

“You’re lucky they didn’t disappear you like the others.”

“I know. Believe me, the moment they slapped cuffs on me, I thought I was dead meat.” You leaned forward, eyes glinting. “But then Woo-seok panicked. Bolted. Got halfway out of the station before they tackled him into a vending machine. It was very cinematic.”

Jun-ho pressed his fingers to his temples. “Jesus. He said it was your idea.”

You snorted. “Of course he did. Coward. I told him to wait for your signal. But the moment I said ‘let’s snoop quietly,’ he brought a crowbar and a GoPro.”

“You’re facing real charges.”

“And a real terrible jumpsuit,” you quipped. “Seriously, orange washes me out.”

He didn’t smile.

You sighed, a little softer now. “I know it’s bad. But when you vanished, Jun-ho, I thought you were dead. Then Woo-seok showed up, half-mad and convinced he had proof the Games were still running. I couldn’t just ignore that.”

Jun-ho leaned back, eyes scanning your face. “You didn’t trust me to come back.”

“I didn’t think you could come back.”

That hit harder than you meant it to. You looked down. “I thought I lost you. And if you were gone, I figured… maybe I could finish what you started.”

He didn’t speak for a long moment. Then: “I’m getting you out of here.”

You blinked. “What, like… legally? Or are we talking Mission: Impossible?”

Jun-ho cracked the smallest smile. “Legally. For now.”

“I vote dramatic rescue. Maybe a helicopter? I look great in wind.”

His brows lifted. “You’re impossible.”

“But charming,” you said, grinning. “Admit it. You missed me.”

He didn’t deny it.

“You’re not going to be in here forever,” he said firmly. “I have contacts now. People who want this whole operation exposed. We’ll fight the charges.”

You leaned in until your forehead almost touched the glass. “And when I get out?”

“We lay low. No more breaking and entering. No more Woo-seok.”

“Deal,” you said. “But only if I get to keep teasing you forever.”

A pause. Then Jun-ho murmured, “I wouldn’t survive without it.”

[pixiexdusts-world]

Prehistoric tension

Henry Loomis x reader

Summary: You and Henry Loomis flirt on the boat, tension building as the island gets closer.

Word count: 692

The boat engine hummed low beneath your boots, salt spray kissing the air as the island drew closer on the horizon. You leaned on the railing, one boot hooked on the bottom rung, sunglasses shielding your eyes from the early morning glare.

Behind you, footsteps—soft, hesitant.

“Do you always stand like that when you’re about to risk your life?” a voice asked, a little amused, a little nervous.

You smirked before turning around. Dr. Henry Loomis, in all his freshly-pressed, nervously handsome glory, was fiddling with the strap of his backpack like it might bite him.

“Only when I’m trying to impress the awkward paleontologist behind me,” you said coolly.

His mouth twitched. “Well, it’s working. I’m deeply impressed. Terrified, too. But mostly impressed.”

You raised a brow. “Terrified of me or the island?”

He took a step closer, lowering his voice like he was letting you in on a secret. “Both, honestly. But only one of them is wearing combat boots and a knife strapped to her thigh.”

“Smart man.” You turned to face the ocean again. “And here I thought you science guys were all talk.”

“I’m mostly talk,” he admitted, standing beside you now. “But I did pack a flare gun. So I’ve got that going for me.”

You laughed—short, surprised. “You really think a flare gun’s gonna save you from a Quetzalcoatlus?”

“I was hoping you’d save me, actually.”

You glanced sideways at him. He looked mostly innocent, but his eyes were glinting, and he definitely knew how to deliver a line. There was something boyish about it—earnest and curious, but with just enough nerve to try.

“You know,” you said, “if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me.”

He cleared his throat, flushed faintly. “Was it obvious?”

“A little.”

“I’m rusty,” he said. “Last time I tried flirting, I compared a girl to a protoceratops. It didn’t go over well.”

You snorted. “Please tell me you didn’t use the word ‘frill.’”

His ears turned red. “…I may have.”

You shook your head, grinning. “God help you on this mission.”

He smiled, then looked out toward the mist-shrouded island. “I’m more worried about the dinosaurs, if I’m being honest.”

You let the silence settle for a beat, the waves slapping rhythmically against the hull. The others were below deck prepping gear. Up here, it was just you and him—and the tension between your wild confidence and his endearing dorkiness.

“Hey, Loomis?”

“Yeah?”

“If you survive this thing, I might let you take me out for a drink.”

He blinked. “Seriously?”

“No frill metaphors. That’s the deal.”

His grin spread slow, eyes sparkling. “Deal. I promise to keep it strictly post-Cretaceous.”

You bumped his shoulder lightly. “Then try not to die, dinosaur boy.”

“I’ll do my best, trouble.”

And for the first time since boarding this boat, the thought of heading straight into danger didn’t feel so heavy.

Not with him beside you.

Not with that look in his eyes.

[pixiexdusts-world]

Dr. Henry Loomis is a grown-ass man, yet, he still acted like a complete child when he saw the dinosaurs in the forest. The way he was so overjoyed to the point of having to take off his slutty little glasses because he began to cry was so cute. He is such a precious and nerdy bean that needs to be protected at all costs.

🦴 July 04, 2025 🦴

[pixiexdusts-world]

Prehistoric tension

Henry Loomis x reader

Summary: You and Henry Loomis flirt on the boat, tension building as the island gets closer.

Word count: 692

The boat engine hummed low beneath your boots, salt spray kissing the air as the island drew closer on the horizon. You leaned on the railing, one boot hooked on the bottom rung, sunglasses shielding your eyes from the early morning glare.

Behind you, footsteps—soft, hesitant.

“Do you always stand like that when you’re about to risk your life?” a voice asked, a little amused, a little nervous.

You smirked before turning around. Dr. Henry Loomis, in all his freshly-pressed, nervously handsome glory, was fiddling with the strap of his backpack like it might bite him.

“Only when I’m trying to impress the awkward paleontologist behind me,” you said coolly.

His mouth twitched. “Well, it’s working. I’m deeply impressed. Terrified, too. But mostly impressed.”

You raised a brow. “Terrified of me or the island?”

He took a step closer, lowering his voice like he was letting you in on a secret. “Both, honestly. But only one of them is wearing combat boots and a knife strapped to her thigh.”

“Smart man.” You turned to face the ocean again. “And here I thought you science guys were all talk.”

“I’m mostly talk,” he admitted, standing beside you now. “But I did pack a flare gun. So I’ve got that going for me.”

You laughed—short, surprised. “You really think a flare gun’s gonna save you from a Quetzalcoatlus?”

“I was hoping you’d save me, actually.”

You glanced sideways at him. He looked mostly innocent, but his eyes were glinting, and he definitely knew how to deliver a line. There was something boyish about it—earnest and curious, but with just enough nerve to try.

“You know,” you said, “if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me.”

He cleared his throat, flushed faintly. “Was it obvious?”

“A little.”

“I’m rusty,” he said. “Last time I tried flirting, I compared a girl to a protoceratops. It didn’t go over well.”

You snorted. “Please tell me you didn’t use the word ‘frill.’”

His ears turned red. “…I may have.”

You shook your head, grinning. “God help you on this mission.”

He smiled, then looked out toward the mist-shrouded island. “I’m more worried about the dinosaurs, if I’m being honest.”

You let the silence settle for a beat, the waves slapping rhythmically against the hull. The others were below deck prepping gear. Up here, it was just you and him—and the tension between your wild confidence and his endearing dorkiness.

“Hey, Loomis?”

“Yeah?”

“If you survive this thing, I might let you take me out for a drink.”

He blinked. “Seriously?”

“No frill metaphors. That’s the deal.”

His grin spread slow, eyes sparkling. “Deal. I promise to keep it strictly post-Cretaceous.”

You bumped his shoulder lightly. “Then try not to die, dinosaur boy.”

“I’ll do my best, trouble.”

And for the first time since boarding this boat, the thought of heading straight into danger didn’t feel so heavy.

Not with him beside you.

Not with that look in his eyes.

[pixiexdusts-world]

Prehistoric tension

Henry Loomis x reader

Summary: You and Henry Loomis flirt on the boat, tension building as the island gets closer.

Word count: 692

The boat engine hummed low beneath your boots, salt spray kissing the air as the island drew closer on the horizon. You leaned on the railing, one boot hooked on the bottom rung, sunglasses shielding your eyes from the early morning glare.

Behind you, footsteps—soft, hesitant.

“Do you always stand like that when you’re about to risk your life?” a voice asked, a little amused, a little nervous.

You smirked before turning around. Dr. Henry Loomis, in all his freshly-pressed, nervously handsome glory, was fiddling with the strap of his backpack like it might bite him.

“Only when I’m trying to impress the awkward paleontologist behind me,” you said coolly.

His mouth twitched. “Well, it’s working. I’m deeply impressed. Terrified, too. But mostly impressed.”

You raised a brow. “Terrified of me or the island?”

He took a step closer, lowering his voice like he was letting you in on a secret. “Both, honestly. But only one of them is wearing combat boots and a knife strapped to her thigh.”

“Smart man.” You turned to face the ocean again. “And here I thought you science guys were all talk.”

“I’m mostly talk,” he admitted, standing beside you now. “But I did pack a flare gun. So I’ve got that going for me.”

You laughed—short, surprised. “You really think a flare gun’s gonna save you from a Quetzalcoatlus?”

“I was hoping you’d save me, actually.”

You glanced sideways at him. He looked mostly innocent, but his eyes were glinting, and he definitely knew how to deliver a line. There was something boyish about it—earnest and curious, but with just enough nerve to try.

“You know,” you said, “if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me.”

He cleared his throat, flushed faintly. “Was it obvious?”

“A little.”

“I’m rusty,” he said. “Last time I tried flirting, I compared a girl to a protoceratops. It didn’t go over well.”

You snorted. “Please tell me you didn’t use the word ‘frill.’”

His ears turned red. “…I may have.”

You shook your head, grinning. “God help you on this mission.”

He smiled, then looked out toward the mist-shrouded island. “I’m more worried about the dinosaurs, if I’m being honest.”

You let the silence settle for a beat, the waves slapping rhythmically against the hull. The others were below deck prepping gear. Up here, it was just you and him—and the tension between your wild confidence and his endearing dorkiness.

“Hey, Loomis?”

“Yeah?”

“If you survive this thing, I might let you take me out for a drink.”

He blinked. “Seriously?”

“No frill metaphors. That’s the deal.”

His grin spread slow, eyes sparkling. “Deal. I promise to keep it strictly post-Cretaceous.”

You bumped his shoulder lightly. “Then try not to die, dinosaur boy.”

“I’ll do my best, trouble.”

And for the first time since boarding this boat, the thought of heading straight into danger didn’t feel so heavy.

Not with him beside you.

Not with that look in his eyes.