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JOSEPH QUINN as JOHNNY STORM — The Fantastic Four: First Steps (2025)

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EDDIE MUNSON | 3/?

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he’s confused

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matt shakman took one look at 2022!joseph and said i know just the man to play johnny storm

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Get a Johnny!

Pairing: Johnny Storm x reader Word count: 3.9k

Description: Bad cramps don’t let you sleep. You hesitate to call Johnny because you think you’re not there with him yet, but after nothing helps, you give in. Turns out having a boyfriend with fire hot powers comes very in handy.

Tags/warnings: no spoilers, fresh relationship, hurt/comfort, johnny is full of himself and surprises, putting his powers to good use, flame on, banter, he sucks at making breakfast, fluffy and domestic johnny <3

Note: I literally can’t stop kicking my feet when writing this man, please enjoy another self indulgent sweet and funny piece 🫶🏼

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You curl tighter on your couch under a weighted blanket, shifting again and again, as if the next position will finally trick your body into forgetting the ache burning low in your stomach. It doesn't. 

The cramps continue, a deep pressure that makes it impossible to find comfort. You've been like this all evening, a pad you heated way too long ago now laying useless on your lower belly, a half empty mug of tea forgotten on your coffee table, and the soft glow of the moon coming through the glass doors illuminating your tired face. It's well past midnight now, and you feel frustrated with your own body for not being able to get up to your bed, or at least just fall asleep right where you are. 

You think of Johnny. 

How easy it would be to press the little button on the watch he gave you, send him a quick message, and have him there. But your stomach knots for a different reason at the thought. He doesn't need to see you like this, cranky, bundled in mismatched pjs, curled up like some wounded thing. At least your ex boyfriend never wanted to deal with... this. The unglamorous parts.

Surely, in the short period of time you've been dating Johnny, he has proved a million times he's better than any other excuse of a guy. Every single one. Which is probably why you feel the need to keep things romanticized in some way. 

You've spent nights with him before, heavenly late hours tangled in his sheets, or sleepovers at your place that stretched into lazy mornings. But those nights had always been planned to some degree. Wearing cute little shorts, soft perfume, or maybe nothing at all if things got heated, which was pretty often to be fair. But always with a little polish, a little effort, like you were still trying to show the best version of you. 

Cramp. 

You roll over, again, and tug your blanket higher. Try to gaslight yourself into believing you're fine. But the wave of pain twists through you, sharp enough that you press your face into the cushion to muffle a groan. Your chest tightens and you suddenly feel small. 

Alone.

Your arm comes out of the blanket and your fingers drift to the watch on your wrist before you can stop yourself. You trace the smooth edge of the screen, remembering how proud Johnny was when he put it on you the first time, like he'd just given you the most thoughtful thing in the world. And he did, he meant it to make you feel safe, connected, never too far away from him.

Johnny it is, then. 

That’s what you needed. Just him, next to you, being warm, and solid and distracting enough to pull you out of the spiral of despair. Your finger hovers over the screen for a few seconds and finally, after another wave of pain, you give in. One press and a ping gets sent to Johnny, all the way to the Baxter Building. 

It's quite comical when you think about it. Johnny likes to call it a superhero signal, in case you ever need him. Just like right now. 

Wait– but what if he's already asleep? What if he just reads it in the morning and–

The screen lights up almost immediately. A ping vibrates softly on your wrist with his reply. 

"On my way."

It's interesting how just a few words from him, on a screen even, already give you some relief. You lay tucked in, eyes on the ceiling as you wait for his arrival. And before you know it, you hear those familiar soft footsteps on your balcony, followed by the hiss of the glass door sliding open. 

You glance up eagerly, and there he is, Johnny Storm in all his sleeping clothing glory. 

A soft white shirt with some blue striped pants, blonde hair sticking up in every possible direction from where he must've rolled out of bed, and that signature, charming smile on his face when he caught you bundled up on the couch. 

He doesn't even wait for you to speak before stepping inside and crouching in front of you, one knee pressing into the carpet, his hand going up to gently brush some stray strands of hair off your forehead. The teasing smile softens as soon as he sees your face.

"I was starting to think you forgot about me," he jokes about not seeing you all day, still trying to make it light, but his eyes give him away. 

They're worried. Worried that you've been feeling sick all day and didn't tell him, worried that you're curled up like this without him knowing. 

"Why didn't you call me sooner?" he tilts his head, as his hand continues to stroke your hair. 

You open your mouth, but your throat closes around the answer. You don't know how to explain the mix of embarrassment and stubborn independence. So instead, you shrug weakly.

"I guess ... I didn't want to bother you. It's just.... it hurts and I can't sleep, and–"

"Hey," he cuts in gently, thumb brushing over your temple. "C'mere," he leans forward in his crouched position, pulling your upper body straight into his chest. He's so warm it feels unfair, his arms wrapping around you like all day you should've been there. "You could never ever bother me, you need me and I'm here, end of the story."  

You bite your lip, the edges of your embarrassment softening under the warmth of his voice. He pulls away just enough to look at you, trying to coax a smile out of you.

"Besides, if I knew you'd be curled up like a burrito in this blanket, I would've been here hours ago. You're basically begging me to make fun of you," he teases, earning a snort from you. 

You try to tug the blanket higher over your face, but he only laughs and tugs it back down, playful, his fingers brushing your cheek. "There she is," he says softly, eyes searching yours. "My girl."

You smile, about to say something but another cramp tenses your body, and Johnny immediately pulls you to him again, your cheek over his heartbeat. He doesn't let go right away, you stay pressed against his chest until you stop clutching his shirt. Only when your breathing steadies, Johnny pulls back to study your face, his eyes narrowing in that way that makes you feel completely seen.

"Alright, sweetheart" he whispers, cupping your face. "Tell me how bad it hurts."

You gesture vaguely at your stomach, cheeks heating. "It's just... cramps. Really bad. I just wanted you here ...you don't have to–"

"Stop," he kisses your forehead before you can finish. "I do have to. It’s literally my only purpose as your hot, lucky boyfriend."

That earns a soft laugh from you, probably the first in hours, and he smiles satisfied.

"I'm gonna need you to wait here for me," he backs slightly to stand up, but you grab his hand. 

"Wait, Johnny don't leave–"

"It's only a few minutes, alright?" he reassures, and only stands up when you nod hesitantly and drop his wrist. "Don't miss me too much, I know you like to see my face and all that–”

"Johnny, just go..." you chuckle, and he grins wider, saluting his way out the balcony. 

The room feels colder as soon as he's gone, and you realize how his absence feels like missing sunlight. Like all day you've been lying under a cloud of rain. But sure enough, the cold doesn't last longer than five minutes, when he's landing back again with a triumph smile on his face as he makes his way to your kitchen. 

You stare curiously from the couch at Johnny moving swiftly through it, with a raised hand in flames to illuminate the countertop. You hear cupboards opening, the soft clink of a mug being set down, and being filled with water. He rips open with his teeth a paper package he pulls from his pocket, placing the tea bag in the water. He makes his way back to you carrying the mug in one hand, as the other lowered his fire to just one flame under the mug to instantly heat it up. You sit down just in time as he arrives, a steaming cup of tea now in his hands, the scent instantly soothing.

"Careful, sugar" he smiles, handing the hot mug to you, "and ... take these," he reaches the pocket of his striped pants, pulling out a small plastic pill bottle.

"Painkillers haven't been helping much," you shake your head, sipping from your tea. He just kneels in front of you again, so he can be on eye level.

"These are special ones Reed made specifically for my sister, since she deals with pretty bad cramps too," he explains, opening the bottle and pouring two baby blue pills on his hand before handing them to you. "The tea is also his mixture, Sue says it helps a lot."

You stare at him in silence, melting in awe. You can't believe you had convinced yourself all day Johnny wouldn't want to deal with this. He does have a sister after all. And he's been raised right, partly by her. So you nod, taking the pills with a sip of tea, and set the mug on your coffee table before wrapping your arms around his neck. Your lips meet his, and it feels like you've been stupidly depriving yourself of your oxygen. He's soft with it, slowly savoring it like he's been missing you all day too, smiling against your tea flavored lips when he pulls apart for air.

The movement made the blanket around you fall open, revealing the heating pad lying crooked on your low belly. Johnny doesn’t even doubt.

"Trade me, babe" he says, taking the cold pad away before slipping his hot hand against your lower belly. The relief on your face is instant, like it was the last missing piece. "Let's keep that there, and drink this before I have to spoon feed you, because I will." he mocks seriousness, picking the mug from the table, guiding it to your lips. 

You happily take a sip, smiling against the mug. "Since when are you so bossy?"

"Since you forget to take care of yourself," his tone is teasing, but his eyes are soft, lingering until you take another sip, so you do. 

"Better?" he asks, half smug half relieved. 

"Better," you nod, not even able to control your smile anymore. "You are ... simply the best, Johnny Storm," you praise wholeheartedly, starting to forget about the pain.

"I know, I know," he rolls his eyes playfully, lifting up from his crouching position without taking away his hand, before gesturing to your side. "Now, your portable heating pad's knees hurt, scoot." 

You move over amused, and he sits next to you, his free arm instantly curling around your shoulders. His body always radiates heat, steady and overwhelming in the best way. You can't help but relax, your head finding its way to his chest as you sip the last of the tea. 

"So much for a superhero," you tease now, making him gasp in feigned offense. 

"This is after hours, babe," he defends, "besides, I've proven myself to be very useful," to make his point stronger, he takes the empty mug from your hand and places it away. 

"Oh you have, fire boy," you nod, playfully placing a kiss on his chest as a thank you. 

"See? You could've had this hours ago if you'd just called me," his hand rubs soothing circles along your arm. "And I mean it ... I wanna be here for you. All of it. Even this. Especially this."

"I know," you whisper, hugging him tighter, the ghost of a smile on your face. "I know, Johnny." 

You cuddle in silence for a while, the pain quickly drifting away from the medicine and Johnny's unbelievable heat. Your hand slipped under his shirt a while ago, tracing patterns on his toned skin.

"You know what..." he breaks the silence, and you recognize the spark in his voice. "Forget space travel. I could make commercials about this. 'Tired of cramps? Get a Johnny!’”

"Yeah? I'm sure Ben would love to see that," you shake your head laughing, patting his chest but he catches your hand, lacing your fingers with his. "Lucky for me, I have my Johnny already," you lift your chin up to look at him. 

"Yes, but yours comes with extra features," he wiggles his eyebrows, while his mouth keeps running just to coax more giggles out of you. "I'm just saying... heating mode, snuggle mode, horny sex god mode–"

"You're so full of yourself, Johnny." 

"Why thank you," he kisses your temple, obnoxiously sweet. "Full of snacks, too. I also brought gummy bears," he says, and you tilt your head to find his smirk.

"You did not." 

"Check my pocket," he nods excitedly, and you reach over his pants, accidentally grazing his crotch. "Wow–wow, not that pocket!"

You can't help but snort, reaching the right pocket this time. Sure enough, there's a little crinkled bag tucked inside. Your chest warms almost as much as your belly does under his palm. Johnny looks far too pleased with himself. 

"See? I even brought candy to your midnight pity party" he says, already reaching the bag to grab two gummies. He pops one in your mouth before eating one himself. 

"My pity party? I hate you," your offended voice comes out muffled from chewing the gummy. 

"Except you love me," he shrugs smugly, reaching for more gummies to do the same again. One for you, one for him. 

And damn this idiot, you do. Especially when he tilts his head to peck your lips, lingering with the candy's leftover sweet taste. You eat a few more in silence, only giggling when he attempts to throw one and catch it in the air and fails miserably, only for you to get it at the first try. 

"Alright, alright ... that's enough," he crinkles the bag and puts it next to your empty mugs on the coffee table. "Sue would kill me if she sees me eating candy right now."

"You're just saying that cause you lost–"you attempt to tease, but a yawn takes over your voice, your eyes inevitably narrowing. 

"I'm saying that because you need to rest," he corrects, already getting up. "C'mon, sweetheart, we're doing this right" he slides one arm under your knees and another around your back. "This couch isn't good enough for you."

The blanket stays wrapped around you, tucked close to your chest, while his warmth radiates through your whole body as he walks to your bedroom. He nudges the door open with his foot, and in a couple of strides reaches the bed. He lays you down softly, and places a kiss your forehead that makes you smile. For a second, he just looks at you, messy hair, tired eyes, and you swear he couldn't look more in love.

Then, without warning, he starts tugging the blanket away.

"Hey!" you protest, clutching it tighter around you. "Johnny, I need that," you complain, but he just smirks, leaning over you. 

"Wrong! You got me now. I'm waaay better than some blanket."

"You gave me this blanket." 

"Yeah, well, now I'm taking it away," he shrugs, smiling condescendingly. 

You groan, half laughing, trying to wrestle the blanket back, but he wins easily, tossing it onto the floor with a winning grin. 

"There. Much better," he says, and before you can complain about him washing it, he slides in beside you, embracing your body with his. 

The heat of him hits immediately, wrapping you far warmer and softer than the blanket ever was. His arm goes around your waist, palm flattening over your stomach again, radiating that gentle, steady warmth. The way you relax into his body makes him smile. 

"See?" he mumbles against your hair. "Told you, babe, way better," he tugs you closer to his chest, pulling the covers of your bed over you. 

One hand stays over your stomach, spreading heat exactly where you need it, while the other strokes slow, soothing patterns down your back. You listen to his heartbeat for a while, the rhythm grounding you more than anything else has all day.

This isn't another night where you prepped yourself the whole day to smell like literal heaven when he tasted your skin. Tonight is different. You're in mismatched faded pjs, hair undone, tired face. And he doesn't look at you like you're any less. If anything, his eyes are softer, more focused, like this is the you he'd been waiting to see.

"You know," he says after a long silence, voice getting lower with sleep, "this is my favorite look on you."

"I look awful," you groan, burying your face in his chest.

"Yeah, awful ... totally hideous. Which is why I'm keeping you forever," he chuckles, like it's a joke, but his words always hold more meaning to them. 

You lift your head just enough to meet his blue eyes. The way he’s looking at you makes you realize this might be the most intimate night you’ve ever shared. And you’re happy. 

Johnny can feel it. The way your body melts against his, the way your breathing evens out. And then suddenly your eyes are fluttering shut, lips parted slightly. 

“Sleep babe, I got you,” he whispers, pressing a feather light kiss to your forehead.

And with his body pressed against yours, his heartbeat steady under your ear, you finally drift off. Safe, held, and cared for in every way that matters.

The first thing you notice when your eyes blink open is warmth. Not just the weight of his arm still around your waist, or the way his chest rises steady beneath your cheek, but the faint heat radiating from his palm, still exactly where it had been all night, like he never once let go. You shift, slow and careful, and he feels it. 

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Johnny mumbles, in his deeper morning voice. You tilt your head just enough to see him, his blonde hair even messier than last night, eyes heavy lidded and a lazy smile. “How you feeling?” 

“Mmm, it doesn’t hurt,” you hum, snuggling into his chest. 

“Told you, babe. Human torch heating pad, runs all night and never shuts off,” he drawls, joking even when he’s still half asleep. 

You chuckle, and try shifting out of his arms, just enough to stretch, enough to maybe get up and get cleaned up. But the second you move, Johnny makes a low groan in his throat, instantly clinging tighter.

“Nope,” he mumbles. “I’m still in service. You can’t get up yet.”

You laugh softly against his chest. “Johnny, I need to–“

“Shhh,” his nose nuzzles into your hair, lips brushing the your head. “Don’t argue with Johnny.”

There it is, the third person his family always mocked him about. It should be ridiculous, really, but it’s also so him that your heart squeezes. He’s lying there with messy hair and the bedsheets wrinkles imprinted on his cheeks, clinging to you like it’s the best place he could be in, and somehow you love him more for it.

So you don’t argue, you don’t tease. You just let yourself sink back into him, curling closer, your hand finding its way under his shirt to rest against his warm skin. His grip softens a little at that, enough to let you breathe, but he doesn’t let go.

“That’s better,” he beams, satisfied. “Knew you’d see reason.”

Your laugh bubbles out before you can stop it, and you happily melt into his arms. Eventually, after a while of drifting between sleep and squinting at the soft sunlight coming through your windows, your stomach betrays you. It growls loud enough that Johnny finally cracks one eye open and smirks.

“Hungry?” he teases.

“Starving. I only had those gummy bears last night,” you shift against him, trying to sit up.

“Nope,” he says, gently holding you back down. “You stay. I’ll bring you something,” he orders, already rolling out of bed like he wasn’t in deep sleep just a few minutes ago. 

“Johnny, angel, I love you but … you’re a literal fire hazard in any kitchen,” you look at him apologetically as you sit up. 

“Excuse you, haven’t I proved by this point you’re in good hands?” He presses a dramatic hand to his chest, pretending to be wounded. You just raise your eyebrows at him, so he leans forward to press a kiss right between your frown. “I love you too, by the way.” 

You bite back a smile, shaking your head. He makes his way to the door now, hair sticking up, crinkled shirt, striped pajama pants hanging low on his hips. He stops to point at you before walking out. “Don’t move, breakfast in bed.”

You smile with tight lips, pretending to be excited until he turns around and you can flop back in bed, knowing this is going to be a disaster. Because as ironic as it sounded, he’d been close to burning down your kitchen before. You guess he’s just not used to the fact that only the Baxter Building was fireproof from head to toe. 

As expected, when your stomach wins out and you walk into the kitchen moments later, the first thing you see is Johnny leaning over the stove, hand glowing as he absorbs fire out of the frying pan. Smoke curls toward the ceiling, and the smell of something close to charred fills the air.

“What are you doing?” you lean in the doorway, arms crossed as you bite back a smile.

Johnny straightens instantly, tucking the pan behind him and airing out the smoke with his hand like that’ll somehow help. Unfortunately for him, when he moved the pan behind his back, a fried egg, or what used to be one, flops onto the floor. Suspiciously black, yet his grin is far too casual as he steps in front of it to hide it. “What? Nothing to see here. Everything’s under control. Breakfast is almost ready.”

“Uh huh,” you arch a brow, trying not to laugh.

He sighs defeated, placing the pan back on the counter and leaning to pick up the burnt ‘breakfast in bed’ from the floor. He mutters a curse as he throws it away, only to turn to you right after like nothing happened. 

He lifts his hands up smiling, holding his index fingers up as if to say ‘wait up’. He goes through your cabinets, letting out a small cheer when he finds what he was looking for. 

“Lucky for you, sweetheart… you got your very own Johnny Storm cereal,” he pulls out the box, holding it with one hand and pointing his face on the cover with the other. “Only the finest, of course. Your favorite.”

“That’s your favorite,” you argue, narrowing your eyes. 

You think he’s about to protest but he’s too busy shoving his hand inside the box, eyes opening wide in excitement as he reaches what he was looking for. The mini human torch that came in the cereal. 

‘Flame on!’ ‘Flame on!’ ‘Flame on!’

“Got another one for your collection, babe!” he beams, already walking over to the shelf display on your living room. 

He finds the other identical plastic toys lining up there, and adds a third to your surprisingly growing collection. You shake your head as he strolls toward you all happy.

“Now you have three Johnny’s,” he cheers, his hands instinctively going to your waist when he reaches you.

“I have four,” you correct, draping your arms on his shoulders to bring in him close enough to almost kiss. “You’re my favorite one, though.” 

Lovely divider by @enchanthings

Thank you so much for reading! feedback is always appreciated 🫶🏼

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busy woman has been slightly reworked so both parts are now updated! part 3 is officially in the works so i hope you guys still tune in 🫶🏻

busy woman

pairing: johnny storm x assistant!reader

summary: you’re way too busy at your new job to even remember to eat sometimes. but you could spare a minute or two to pretend not to like it when johnny flirts with you. inspired by busy woman by sabrina carpenter!

word count: 3.9k+

note: help wanted part 2 is here! thank you for all the love on part 1 🫶🏻 i’ve been working on this for like three months and she’s finally here 🥹 i’m definitely planning more stuff for these two but i may need to see the movie before more parts come out lmao who knows! enjoy !!!

(as of 8/19/2025, this has been edited to closer match the canon of fantastic four: first steps)

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“Excuse me. Sorry.” You weaved and dodged the hoard of busy employees rushing in different directions. With the launch date on the horizon, the Baxter Building resembled an ant colony more than an office. Each person had a single goal and that was to get that rocket up in space.

While you couldn’t solve a complicated equation or weld metal, you quickly learned that you were pretty good at being an assistant. You had already built a system and connections with other departments that made it easier for you to do your job. Sue seemed to like you, at least you hoped she did cause it’s only been a month and you realized that you really liked working here.

Currently, you were on your way to deliver the stack of folders in your arms. Across the floor, you spotted the long chalkboard filled with various symbols and numbers that you would probably never understand. Dr. Reed Richards stood at one end, a piece of chalk hovered over the board. H.E.R.B.I.E, his robot assistant, hovered behind him diligently. Ready to take on any task the great doctor had for him.

The little robot was like you in a way. He chirped as you approached his maker.

“Dr. Richards?” He flinched a little as if you pulled him out of a number-induced trance. “Sorry to disturb you.”

“Ah, you didn’t. You saved me, actually. I needed a break. This equation’s been racking my brain for weeks now.” Dr. Richards crossed out a string of numbers and letters.

“It does look pretty tricky.”

“Tricky’s one way to describe it.” He rubbed his stubbled jaw while he stared at the board in thought.

“I don’t wanna keep you for too long. Sue wanted you to have these documents.” You handed him the stack of files. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly at the mention of his wife.

“Thank you.” He flipped through them and picked out a single folder. “Has she mentioned anything about tonight?” He glanced at you expectantly.

“She’s very excited for your date.” You grinned. Over the past couple of weeks, you’ve been a firsthand witness of Sue and Reed’s relationship. The sweet nothings they would mumble to each other when they thought you were out of earshot, the extra slip of paper slipped in between stacks of folders, the way they seemed drawn to each other in a crowd.

Definitely didn’t make you feel more single than you already were.

Nope.

“Great.” Dr. Richards smiled shyly. You tried to ignore how red his face had gotten. “You tell her I’ll be done in a few hours and that I promise to be on time.”

“I will.”

“You’re the best.” Dr. Richards turned back to his board and immediately started scribbling. You took that as your sign to go back to your desk. You waved H.E.R.B.I.E goodbye and you swore the beeps he made sounded like him saying goodbye back.

Again, you weaved and dodged the crowd to get back to your desk and get started on yet another task. You were listing down to-dos in your head when you spotted a man by your desk. You sighed and braced yourself for impact.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Jonathan Storm called out as he saw you approaching. He was leaning on the front of your desk. One leg crossed over the other, arms bracing his weight behind him. Big, handsome grin on his face.

“Johnny.” Your voice clipped as you walked around him. You started typing on your computer, trying to ignore him in hopes that he would leave you alone before he could see how flustered he had made you with two words and a smile.

“Busy?” He turned and put his forearms on the edge of your desk, eyes burning a hole in the side of your head.

“Kinda.”

“Gunning for employee of the month?” Johnny picked up a pencil from your cup and started tapping it against the side of your monitor.

“Maybe.” You spared a glance at him. “Do you need anything from Sue?” You tried to divert the attention away from you.

“No, I don’t need anything from my dear sister today.” Johnny sighed and plopped down on the seat you kept in front of your desk for any visitors.

“Then what are you doing here?” You stopped your typing and you fully faced him.

“Wanted to see my favorite assistant.” He shrugged.

“I’m not your assistant.” You scoffed.

“No? Then I just wanted to see you.” A sly grin spread across his lips like the Cheshire cat. You blinked at him for a second, two. Allowing yourself to indulge in his attention until you remembered who he was, who you were, where you are.

You pulled your eyes away from his and looked down at your desk.

“Johnny… You can't say things like that to me.” You strained.

“Why not?” He asked you.

“Cause you work here.” You threw your hands up in exasperation. Could he really be this dense? “And I work here. For your sister, might I remind you.“

“What does that have to do with anything?"

“You can’t…you know.” You moved your hands in the air awkwardly.

“What?” He was goading you now, big brown eyes boring into yours.

“Flirt with me.” You said through your teeth.

“But I want to.”

“But you can’t.”

“You don’t want me to?”

“I-“

He had you cornered. Damn him.

“How about this? I’ll try my absolute best not to flirt with you.” You glared at him but he never wavered. He continued to blind you with that signature Storm smile. “And you can pretend not to like it. Deal?”

“Johnny.”

“Seems like a pretty sweet deal to me.” Johnny put his arms out as if to say ‘See?’. “Just as pretty as you are.” He added with a wink.

“Johnny!” You exclaimed. You couldn’t stop the flush that spread over your body even if you wanted to. Before you could tell him off again, you heard Sue’s voice calling you from inside her office. “This isn’t over.” You pointed a finger at him and narrowed your eyes.

“Oh, I hope not.” Johnny simply smirked and slid down on the chair as if he were lounging on the beach.

The keyboard clicked and clacked away as you typed out a report. The office had gotten quiet, people started leaving a couple of hours ago. Even Sue had passed by your desk and told you not to stay that late. You promised you wouldn’t. You just had a couple more things to do and you could call it a day.

But you thought about how you would save so much time tomorrow if you got a few more things done today. So here you were, neck aching and hands cramping, checking off yet another one of your to-dos.

You rolled your neck around to relieve some of the ache. You really needed to be more conscious of your posture.

“If you keep staying here this late, I think they’re gonna start charging you rent.” A voice echoed through your empty office, making you jump. Your relief turned into annoyance when you saw who it was.

“Johnny, you scared me!” You put a hand to your pounding chest.

“You’re working in a dark office all alone and you get scared of little old me?” Johnny dropped down in the seat in front of you again. “But, don’t you worry. Johnny’s here now and he’s gonna keep all the scary monsters away.”

“My hero.” You said dryly but a smile tugged on your lips. “Nothing better to do tonight?”

“Just keeping you company.” He shrugged. “And making sure you don’t stay here overnight. Do you realize how late it is?” You shook your head and checked your watch.

“It’s already 10pm?” You gasped. Your desk was faced away from the big window, so you didn’t realize just how dark it had gotten. You swore you weren’t working that long.

“Didn’t see the sun setting?”

“Not really.” You mumbled sheepishly.

“Did you leave this desk at all today?” Johnny raised a brow at you.

“Yeah, Sue had me pick up some reports from her earlier.” To which you took to your desk, sat down, and typed out reports for.

“And?”

You rattled your brain. “And… I used the ladies’ room a couple of times.”

Johnny made a ‘tsk’ sound and plopped a brown paper bag on your desk. “Eat up, busy bee.”

“What is this?”

“Food.” He reached inside and tossed something your way. You awkwardly caught it and saw that it was a burger wrapped in parchment paper. “I'm pretty sure you haven't had anything to eat the whole day.”

“How’d you know that?” You said, voice barely over a whisper. Your stomach grumbled as if it remembered what hunger was. Meanwhile, Johnny was already digging into his own burger.

“Well, I’ve been observing you for a couple of weeks now. I know you get so focused on your work that you skip meals.” He picked up a fry from the bag and popped it into his mouth. “And when I saw your car in the parking lot, I figured you'd be in here for another hour or three, so I went and picked up some burgers for us. Lo and behold, here you are. Glued to your desk.”

You were quiet for a second. Since you started here, Johnny had been pestering you. He was nice, of course but he had a knack for catching you at your busiest and talking your ear off. He annoyed you most days, made you smile on others.

Today… Today, he made you smile.

Johnny noticed that you were working late and brought you food. You could cry but you weren’t sure if it was because you were touched or hungry.

“You've been watching me? Stalker.” You unwrapped your burger and took a bite. He rolled his eyes at you.

“That's all I get? Insults? No ‘I love you, Johnny! You saved me from starving to death!’?”

“Thank you, Johnny. You saved me from starving to death.” You continued to eat your burger and looked Johnny dead in the eye.

“I think you got that first part wrong.” Johnny lifted his brows, expectantly. He wanted to hear the words ‘I love you, Johnny’ come out of your mouth. Fat chance.

“Mm,” You moaned exaggeratedly around your burger, making Johnny shift in his seat. “This is so good. I think it wiped my memory. Who are you again?”

Johnny chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. Go eat your burger.”

A-choo!

You sneezed into a wad of tissue that you’d crumpled into your hand. You wiped your nose and stuffed it into your skirt pocket. There was a bug going around and you did everything in your power to keep it away from you. You took your vitamins, overloaded yourself with fruits and vegetables, stayed far away from anyone who tried to clear their throat.

And yet.

It got you.

You sniffled miserably and went back to taking notes on the engine test Sue asked for. It was hard to focus when you had a pounding headache and a round of coughs threatening to spill out. Shake it off.

“You feeling okay, hon?” A gruff voice asked. You turned and saw the kind, worried eyes of Benjamin Grimm.

“I’m fine, Ben.” Your voice was hoarse.

“That runny nose and wad of tissues sticking out of your pocket says otherwise.” He pointed a finger at your hip.

“That’s nothing.” You shoved your hand in your pocket and pushed everything down.

“If you say so.” He nudged your arm with his elbow. “Take it easy at least.”

You smiled gratefully. Ben looked rough and mean on the outside, piercing blue eyes and a mouth of a sailor to match. You were pretty intimidated by him when you were first introduced but you quickly learned that he was just a big sweetheart once you got to know him.

The two of you continued your work. Ben was helping you make sense of all the technical jargon. After a couple of minutes of note taking, your vision started to get hazy and you wobbled on your heels.

“Okay, let’s take a break.” Ben stated. He gripped your arm and gently pulled you down to a nearby chair. You wanted to protest but he cut you off. “No, no. Sit down. I’ll get you some water.”

You tried to call out to him but that round of coughs you were suppressing finally made itself known. When you were done, you sunk down in your chair.

I hate this. You thought. God, you missed the days when your nose wasn’t clogged.

“Hey, so I stayed in last night. Crazy, I know. Who am I?” You groaned. Johnny was gonna rip you a new one. You sat up and put on the most “I’m not sick!” expression you could muster, even slapped your cheeks a few times to get some color back in them. Johnny strolled up, carefree as always. “Anyways, I watched that movie you were talking about last week and- whoa, wait.” He stopped in front of you. Johnny scanned your face with an intense gaze.

“Hi, Johnny.” You said, sweetly, but he just narrowed his eyes at you.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned.

“Nothing’s wrong. How was the movie?” You tried to distract him.

“No, no, no. You look pale.” Johnny put one hand on the back of your chair and bent down to be closer to you. Your face was heating up. You were going to chalk that up to the fever you were probably developing…and not because of his face so close to yours. “Did you forget to eat again?”

“I had lunch.”

“She’s sick!” You looked over Johnny’s shoulder and saw Ben coming back with a glass of water in hand.

“Ben!” You mouthed 'traitor' at him. Ben mouthed 'not sorry' back at you.

“Sick?” Johnny immediately grabbed your face with both hands and your eyes were back on his. “You’re burning up, sweetheart.” Johnny’s voice was soft. His thumb brushed your cheek with a featherlight touch. You leaned into his palm for a fraction of a second. Blame it on your flu-ridden brain.

“Johnny, it’s okay.” You matched his tone.

“What the hell are you doing here? Go home.” He gave you an incredulous look. He took one of his hands away from your face and reached back for the glass of water from Ben. “Drink.”

He put the glass in your hands and helped you take big gulps. You didn’t realize how dehydrated you’d become. “I’m not going home.”

“I’m taking you home.” Johnny put his hands on your forearms and pulled you up gently but firmly.

“You don’t know where I live, Johnny. And I’m not leaving.” You shook your head which was a big mistake. You felt light-headed again and wobbled. Johnny gripped you even tighter while glaring at you.

“Sue!” Ugh. You heard your boss’ heels clack behind you. You turned your head much slower this time. “Your assistant has the plague and refuses to go home.”

“The plague?” Sue raised a brow.

“He’s being dramatic.” You corrected him. Sue put the back of her hand to your forehead and tsk-ed.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve given you the day off.” She crossed her arms.

“We have so much to do.” Your argument was getting weaker every time.

“It can wait til tomorrow. Today, all I want you to do is to rest until you feel better.” She pointed at you.

“But-“

“No buts.”

Fight’s over.

“Fine.” You conceded with a pout.

“I’ll drive her home.” Johnny put an arm around your shoulder and guided you to a walking pace.

“Feel better, hon!” Ben called out to you. You waved back to him.

“Did you like the movie though?” You asked Johnny.

“Loved it.”

The copy machine was slower than usual today and you were getting impatient. You had a pile of 30-page reports that needed 4 copies by tomorrow morning and you were only at number 3. It didn’t help that you picked the wrong pair of heels today and they were pinching your toes. Never, ever wear pointy heels at work.

You fed another piece of paper through the machine and put your weight against it while you tried to alleviate some of the pain on your feet. You rolled your ankles a few times on each side while grabbing the warm piece of paper and placed it with the rest of the copies. That was the last of copy 3. You pulled out the original pages and started the process one last time.

Sighing, you put the first page in. You looked around the office. It was pretty empty at this time, but there were a few stragglers that you knew would start packing up soon. The machine whirred while you took a headcount of who was still here. John, William, Shelley, Johnny….

Wait.

Your eyes snapped back to your desk where a certain blonde was in his usual seat. A smile tugged on your lips and you may or may not have started speeding up your copying. Once the final page shot out onto the tray, you gathered all of your papers and walked back to your desk.

Johnny was mindlessly fiddling with the pens you kept in a mug on your desk. He had his back to you so you would be able to surprise him for once.

“I think people are starting to notice that you spend more time at my desk than you do at yours.” You giggled when he flinched.

“Well, the view here is much better than mine.” He recovered quickly and shot you an easy smile. You shook your head, letting the flirty comment wash over you.

You pulled out the puncher and punched holes through the reports. You opened your box of paper fasteners and started to arrange your copies into their respective folders. Sparing a glance at Johnny, you saw that he was tapping a beat on your desk with a pensive expression on his face.

“Is everything alright?” You asked.

“Why wouldn't it be?” Johnny tried to keep it light but you heard the edge in his voice.

“You're just…” You dragged, trying to find the right words. “Quieter than usual.”

“‘s been a long day.” He let out a long breath. Johnny’s brows furrowed and the corner of his lips turned downwards.

“You did a flight simulation today, right?” You fastened the last report into its folder and gave Johnny your full attention.

“Keeping tabs on me?” A ghost of a smirk graced his lips.

“Part of the job.” You shrugged. “Did something happen?”

“They suspended me.” Johnny said after a beat. He stopped his drumming and placed his palm flat on the wood.

“What? Why would they do that?” Johnny was hand-picked by Reed to join the launch. It made no sense to suspend him.

“Well, they put me in there and it was fine. Just fine, but I knew that the real thing wouldn't feel like that. I've never been to space obviously but I got this gut feeling that it needs to be more intense." He explained.

“Then what happened?” You tilted your head in confusion.

“I tried to tell them that we could take it up a notch. I could take it. The machine could take it. Reed wouldn't make something that would break that easily. The guys operating the machine were just cowards." His breaths were harsh as he leaned back in his chair.

“That still doesn't explain why they would suspend you, though."

"I was getting there.” He gave you a pointed look but you saw a hint of his usual smile on his lips. You bit back a smile yourself. “While the guys were out on lunch, I sneaked back in and reprogramed the machine.”

There it is. Over the months of knowing Johnny, you learned that he was pretty impulsive. Once he had an idea in his head, he was going to see it through no matter what.

“They caught you?”

“Red handed.” He scoffed. “Stopped the simulator and told on me like we’re in fucking preschool.” Johnny said through gritted teeth, hand curling into a tight fist. You could see a flush of red on his cheeks and his breaths getting shallower.

“How long are you going to be out for?” You wanted to reach out and touch his hand but you held yourself back.

“A month.” He scoffed.

You sighed in relief. “At least they didn’t kick you off the mission.”

“Ha, they can try to replace me.” Johnny jabbed a finger on his chest. “They won’t find someone else.”

“Oh, I know. The team wouldn’t let that happen.” You paused. “Neither would I.”

Johnny’s eyes crinkled. “Going soft on me now, sweetheart?”

“Just cause you’re all mopey today.” You teased. “And don’t worry about the suspension. I’ll be sure to take down notes at every meeting.”

“Color coded?” He narrowed his eyes at you.

“Of course. Who do you think I am?” The two of you smiled at each other softly. “I am sorry, Johnny.”

“It’s not your fault.” He waved a hand at you. You frowned.

“But you’re upset and you’re my friend so still. I’m sorry.” You rambled.

“I’m your friend?” He asked, sounding way too happy about it.

“I think so. Do you think we are?” Your voice got quiet, feeling shy all of a sudden.

“I do.” Johnny nodded.

A warm, fuzzy feeling came over you. You didn't know when it happened, but Johnny had become a staple in your life. It was so easy to talk to him. You found yourself drawn to him in a crowd, saving seats for each other every time there was an office-wide meeting. Then of course, you found yourself here on most days. Sitting at your desk, talking about everything and nothing. Some days, Johnny would just sit there and wait for you to finish working. He’d talk your ear off but you realized it was just to get you to stop working and go home.

Johnny was a friend. And a pretty good one at that.

“Do you wanna go get something to eat? I think we both need to get out of this place.” You logged off your computer and shut it down.

“Asking me out?”

“As a friend.” You gave him a pointed look.

“Uh-huh, sure.” He played along, nodding sarcastically. “Unfortunately, I’ve got plans tonight so I’m gonna need a raincheck on that.” A part of you was disappointed but you brushed it off.

“That’s okay. Next time?” You slung your bag over your shoulder.

“Next time. But, thank you.” Johnny locked eyes with you. “For listening.”

“Any time.” You smiled at him. “Ready to go?”

“You go ahead. I forgot something in my locker.”

“Okay, I’ll see you Monday?”

“Drive safe.”

You navigated out of the building and pushed the doors open. Fresh air filled your lungs, something you often take for granted after being in a stuffy office all day. The parking lot was fairly empty. You could see your own car a few rows down and spotted Johnny’s fire red convertible parked close to the door.

What you didn’t expect to see was the woman leaning against it.

You recognized her. She worked here too but in a different department. She didn’t pay you mind when you walked past, too caught up with finding something in her bag. You looked away before she could catch you staring but your brain was going a hundred miles an hour.

Did she know Johnny? Of course, she knows Johnny. Everyone knows him. What was she doing by his car? And most importantly…

Why was this bothering you so much?

Eventually, you made it to your car and started the engine. As you were pulling out of the driveway, you caught a glimpse of Johnny coming out of the building. In the rearview mirror, you watched him walk up to the woman, kiss her cheek, and open the passenger door for her.

You pulled your eyes away and focused on the road ahead. An uncomfortable feeling settled in your gut. You felt a little nauseous but you ignored it, just like you ignored the green-eyed monster that was slowly making itself known.

Whatever.

You were too busy to have a crush on anyone, anyways.

Much less on someone like Jonathan Storm.

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Johnny Storm | Joseph Quinn

Fantastic Four: First Steps (2025)

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i've slightly edited help wanted to fit the movie canon. nothing changed in the plot, just some details that were bugging me as i write part 3 🫶🏻

help wanted!

pairing: johnny storm x assistant!reader

summary: it’s your first day at your new job and a certain cocky blonde helps you out.

word count: 2.2k+

note: not me getting attracted to a blonde man 😔 the f4 trailer kickstarted my mcu hyperfixation again so i had to get this out of my system. might be the start of a lil series of one shots based on this pairing 🤭 also i ignore the fact that joseph wears blue contacts for this. i simply do not accept baby cow eye erasure 🙂‍↔️

(as of 8/18/2025, this has been edited to closer match the canon of fantastic four: first steps)

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“You got this. You got this.” You whispered to yourself in the comfort of your car.

Job hunting was going poorly and you were getting desperate when you saw the ad on the paper. An assistant job. That didn’t seem too hard. Get some coffees, organize files, schedule meetings. You could do that.

What you couldn’t do was freaking rocket science. You could just imagine the look on your face when your potential new boss told you that you’d be working with her at the newly built Baxter Building. The beacon of hope and innovation standing tall over the Manhattan skyline.

Why didn’t you read the fine print before going to this interview? Bless her, she was kind enough not to laugh in your face when you explained that you didn’t have any experience in that field. She just gave you a kind smile and moved onto the next question.

You thought that was it. You blew it. But a few days later, you received a call to let you know that you got the job and that they'd be sending you an information packet soon. You might’ve squealed into the poor receiver’s ear.

Now, here you were in your car, bouncing your leg anxiously and staring at the sleek building where the brightest minds of all time convened to make the world a greater place.

And you... were you.

You sighed and flicked through the folder in your lap.

After going through everything for the fourth time this morning, your watch read 20 to 9. That seemed early enough to look competent, but not too eager. Another deep breath and you stepped out of your car. You slung your bag over your shoulder and clutched your folder to your chest like a lifeline.

A loud screech made you jump. Your head snapped towards the sound and saw a bright red convertible pulling into the parking lot. A cloud of dust trailed behind it as it pulled into the spot across you. Your curiosity was piqued.

Only the back of the driver’s blonde head faced you so you couldn't make out his face. He adjusted the rear-view mirror and looked at his reflection through a stylish pair of sunglasses. The stranger ran his hand through his hair, and it fell perfectly back in place.

You knew you should get inside but you couldn’t help but stare a little longer. That backfired on you when he peered over the tops of his glasses and you saw big brown eyes looking straight at you, corners crinkled in amusement. The driver killed the engine and you held your breath. He opened the door and long legs stretched out of the flashy car.

He wore nice shoes, khaki trousers, a well-fitting blue dress shirt, and looked about your age. You trailed your eyes further up and saw that he took off the glasses, placing them on top of his perfect hair.

He was handsome.

“Hi.” He called out and looked you over, lingering on your legs. Your fingers reached down to the hem of your skirt and pulled it down ever slightly.

“H-hello.” You stammered and scurried off towards the building. Mentally, you were hitting yourself for stuttering.

“Hey, wait!” You didn’t stop. Gravel cracked behind you and you made the mistake of turning around. You saw him running after you, catching up immediately. “You new here?”

You nodded. “First day.”

“Figured.” He sped up a little until he was a couple of steps ahead of you. He started walking backwards so you could see the devilish smile he put on. “Would’ve definitely remembered you.”

You nearly tripped over your heels.

And he clearly noticed.

“I’m Johnny.” He stopped and held a hand out for you. You hesitated before slipping your hand in his. You gave him your name and tried not to notice how nice his calloused hand fit in yours. “Pretty.”

A warm flush came over your body. You had to get inside quick. “It was nice to meet you, but I have to get going.”

“Which department are you in? Maybe I can give you a tour.”

“That’s very kind but, I know where to go.” You waved your folder in front of him. You didn’t know where you were going but you had a feeling that the longer you spent around him, the more you’d embarrass yourself. The door handle was just inches away from your grip but Johnny beat you to it.

“Sure, but I’m much better to look at than a boring piece of paper. More fun too.” He shrugged, putting his weight on the handle. You tried not to notice how the muscles under his shirt shifted.

“I'll take my chances with the paper.” You scoffed.

Johnny pouted and put a hand to his chest. “You wound me, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes and managed to squeeze your hand in the space between Johnny’s arm. Just barely able to grip the cool metal, you pushed the door open and he pretended to fall inside. You couldn’t even try to hide the silly smile on your lips when you walked past him. The lady behind the front desk looked up at you with an annoyed expression. You faltered in your step.

“Be brave.” Johnny whispered in your ear. You glared at him and he gave you a wink in return.

“Good morning.” You said with a bright smile. The receptionist didn't greet you back. She just gave you another withering stare. “It's my first day and I was told to get my badge here.” You continued.

“Name?” She snapped. You told her, a little taken aback by her tone. She slammed a piece of plastic on the counter and slid it towards you. “You know where to go?”

“Uh-“

She sighed, exasperatedly. “Take the elevator to the right up to floor 15. Turn right down the hallway, take two rights, one left, and it’s the 5th door on your left. Got that?”

“I-“

“I’ve got her, Marge.” Johnny popped up beside you, a thousand-watt smile on yet again. “You have a day as beautiful as you.”

‘Marge’ made a disgruntled sound, looking less than pleased. She gave him a withering look and went back to her work. You shuffled after Johnny to escape Marge's wrath.

“Bet you wish you took up my offer now, huh?” Johnny hit the button to call the elevator.

“Is she always like that?” You kept your voice low in case she could still hear you.

“Yup, haven’t managed to crack her yet but, trust me, it’ll happen one day.” He held up a finger and looked far away, dramatically. Silly. You thought. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Johnny put a hand on the frame and gestured for you to go in. “Come on, I’ll show you the way.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

“Do you remember how many turns you have to take?” He raised a brow. You paused for a second too long. He chuckled at your hesitation. “I’m going that way anyways. It’s no problem.”

You wanted to turn him down again but you knew you would just get lost and be late on your first day. Having someone who knew this place to show you the way would be the most logical decision.

Plus, you were slowly learning that you liked brown eyes.

“Okay.” You went inside first and Johnny followed. He pressed ‘B3’ and the doors closed. Your nerves settled in again once the elevator rumbled as it descended down. You tapped a finger against the folder. Out of the corner of your eye, you could feel Johnny’s gaze burning in the side of your head. You turned and saw him leaning against the wall, studying you. “What?”

“You nervous?” He nodded towards your finger.

“Who wouldn’t be?”

“Me.” Johnny cocked his head. You shook your head incredulously. “You know who you’re gonna be working for?”

“Susan Storm.”

His eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yeah.” You narrowed your eyes. “You know her?”

“I do.” He crossed his arms. “What are you gonna do for her?”

“I’m her new assistant. I don’t really know what to expect.” You sighed.

“You’ll be fine. She’s nice, really.” The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Johnny held the door open for you again and let you go out first.

“Are you sure? I only met her once during the interview.” You followed Johnny’s lead as he took you through the maze of your new office.

“Positive. She’s a bit of a hard ass sometimes but she’s one of the smartest people I know so she has a right to be. Don’t tell her I said that. She’d never let me live it down.” Johnny’s hand hovered over your upper back to guide you to turn right when you were about to turn left. “So if she chose you, you must be someone special. I wouldn’t worry.”

“That actually makes me feel a bit better.” Johnny gave you a reassuring smile and you noticed your fingers weren’t fidgeting anymore. “What do you do here?”

“Well, I used to be a mechanic but recently, I've gotten a promotion. I'm an astronaut.” He said, nonchalantly, but you noticed his chest puffed out just a tad.

Your eyebrows shot up. “A mechanic and an astronaut?”

“Impressed?” Johnny’s smile turned into a smirk.

“Trying not to be.” You teased but you genuinely were.

“Once you see my skills, you won’t be able to resist.” Innuendo dripped off his words and he looked way too pleased with himself. Johnny led you through two more turns and presented you with an unlabeled door. “Et voila, your new home.”

“Thank you, Johnny.” You said, genuinely. “There’s no way I would’ve found this on my own.”

“No worries.” He leaned against the door and gave you that smile again. The same one that had you tripping over yourself. “But… if you ever wanted to repay your knight in shining armor, maybe you could join me for dinner sometime?”

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, not knowing how to respond.

“Johnny!” A voice saved you from your own embarrassment. You looked over Johnny’s shoulder and saw Susan Storm walking towards the two of you. She had a stern look on her face as she stared at the man in front of you. “No flirting with my assistant.”

“I wasn’t doing anything of the sort.” He winked at you.

Susan put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him behind her, standing in between the two of you. Her bright blue eyes turned to you and gave you a warm smile. “Hi, it’s so nice to see you again.” You shook hands.

“It’s nice to see you again too, Ms. Storm.” Her eyes crinkled as her smile reached her eyes.

“Oh, please, call me Sue.” She put her other hand on top of yours and squeezed. Now, you felt stupid for being so nervous. “I see you've met my brother, Jonathan.”

“B-brother?” You looked at Johnny and back at Sue, finally noticing the similarities between the two. Blonde hair, same noses, similar jawlines. Fuck. Were you flirting with your boss’ brother on the first day?

“Younger brother.” Johnny supplied.

“Ah.” You nodded. He was clearly trying not to laugh.

“Hope he wasn’t too much of a bother.” Sue squeezed your hand one last time before letting go.

“He was very helpful actually.” She tilted her head at you and looked back at Johnny, who just shrugged.

“See? I’m helpful.” Johnny told his sister.

“Then go be helpful inside. Ben’s looking for you.” Sue cocked her head in the direction of the room. Johnny rolled his eyes and moved towards the door.

“Fine.” Johnny turned those brown eyes to you again. Something in your stomach fluttered when you locked eyes. “I’ll see you around, sweetheart.”

“Johnny, what did I say!” Sue hit his shoulder.

“Ow!” He rubbed his shoulder and stumbled through the door.

“Sorry about that. If he ever makes you uncomfortable, let me know and I’ll hit him again for you. Now, let me show you around.” Sue gestured for you to follow her.

You followed your boss through the door and your jaw dropped as soon as you saw what was inside. Behind the nondescript door was a big hall. There were spherical shaped monitors everywhere and big screens showing different. But the piece de resistance was the big glass window showing off the rocket ship that the whole world was talking about. It was as shiny as it was tall. You’d never felt so small in your life. Sue stopped right by the window and you took it in.

“Whoa.” Was all you could get out. You craned your neck back to see the pointed tip of the ship.

“Ain’t she a beauty.” Sue sounded proud. “That’s the Excelsior. Our baby. We’re hoping to have her ready to go into space within the year.”

“You are?” You looked down at the group and saw workers walking around the base, carrying different parts towards the rocket.

“Mhm. It’ll be a small team. Just me, my husband, Reed, our friend, Ben, and Johnny.”

You felt a small itch to look around to get a glimpse of the blonde again but you held yourself back. Gotta stay professional.

“That’s amazing.” You looked back up at the rocket. “I’ve never seen a rocket ship so close before."

“You’ll get an even closer look at her soon.” Sue put a hand on your shoulder. “Now, we have a lot of work to do before that thing is ready to launch and I’ll need your help.”

“You can count on me.” You stood up straight.

“I know I can. That’s why I chose you.” Sue smiled at you. You wanted to prove her right. And most importantly, prove to yourself that you could do this. “Ready to take on your first task?”

You nodded, eagerly.

You got this.

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Can we talk about how Joseph Quinn said in an interview that his version of Johnny Storm in the new Fantastic Four movie caters to be attractive to today’s women? Because I want to talk about it.

Johnny Storm in the past movies (specifically the 2005 movie) was portrayed as a womanizer, cocky, and callous, because that was attractive to a lot of women in the early 2000’s.

Johnny Storm in the 2025 movie, is DEFINITELY not a womanizer, cocky, and callous. He’s an intelligent, kind man, who is sacrificial and loves his family. Which is what a lot of women in 2025 see as attractive.

I think it’s such a cool detail for the producers/directors/Joseph Quinn to add, because Johnny has always been “attractive” and he’s changing with the times!

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“BABY” and it’s a grown man named johnny storm

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the urge to run my fingers through his hair is real right now

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what has consumed my brain nonstop for the past 3 YEARS:

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Would you still love me if I was a worm?

Pairing: Johnny Storm x reader Word Count: 2.7k

Description: There’s nothing better than making out with Johnny, until he’s exactly where you want him: breathless, flushed and distracted just enough for you to make some silly questions.

Tags/warnings: heavy make out, biting Johnny, that maroon shirt <3, making him melt, Johnny being dramatic, silly questions. No movie spoilers.

Note: Adding a new version to the worm question trend🔥Had to make this one for my boy because you know he’s a dramatic king lol. Enjoy 🫶🏼 divider by @saradika-graphics

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On the rare nights Sue actually convinced Reed to go out for dinner, and Ben was probably trying to get a conversation with that lovely redhead he was crushing on, it was bliss having the whole Baxter Building to yourselves.

It was no secret you spent most of your time there in Johnny's bedroom, straddling his lap while drowning him in messy kisses, with some old record playing just loud enough to muffle the exaggerated gasps he made on purpose when you kissed his neck.

Not loud enough to muffle your giggles or your totally non exaggerated gasps, though, so his family always heard, and you'd want to hide the next morning when Ben and Sue gave you a knowing smirk.

Since you got together, and even before that, it's always been hard to keep your hands off each other. Johnny makes it particularly hard. Especially when he wears that shirt he knows you want to rip off his body as soon as you see him in it. 

That goddamn maroon t-shirt. 

He totally walks into a room wearing it knowing you're already thinking at least five ways to make him groan.

Funny enough, he hadn't even been the one who picked it out, it was Sue who gifted it to him a few years back. God bless his sister and her extremely good taste. Back then, it didn't fit him quite like it does today. But lord, you were grateful to the stars for how these days his toned biceps and firm chest seemed to scream against the fabric. 

And how they also seemed to scream for you to get a taste. A bite. Just a little nibble to know how his muscles feel on your mouth.

And tonight? you might just listen to your intrusive thoughts. Especially since you were home alone for at least a couple of hours. 

For once, being able to kiss Johnny breathlessly in the living room, not worrying about being embarrassed in front of Sue the next day after moaning her brother's name ... was perfect. 

And my god, there was nothing like making out with Johnny Storm. 

He'd even made the effort to set the mood. The lights are dimmed low, a slow romantic record plays softly in the background, not to conceal this time, but to enjoy. He'd even sent Herbert to count all the tools in Reed's lab so you two don't end up "traumatizing the innocent droid". And two untouched glasses of wine sat forgotten on the coffee table, because Johnny's lips tasted infinitely better. 

You're lying on top of him on the couch, his back pressed to the seat's cushions. You kiss him as you grind your hips slightly, just enough to cause some friction, earning a groan for him. You smile against his mouth, nibbling his lower lip so his groan dies in your throat.  

The moonlight coming through the large glass windows shines over the disheveled blonde hair you've been pulling, his red, kiss swollen lips, and the dilated pupils taking over the blue of his eyes. 

Johnny's heaven. Your personal heaven. 

His tight maroon shirt is surprisingly still on, but your hands are under it anyways. Your fingertips trace the heat of his abs, going up over the lines of his ribs, barely grazing his chest just to feel him melt under you. His hands travel all over your thighs, your waist, your ass, anywhere he can reach under the fabric, wishing he could burn all the clothes still covering your body. 

Your hands push his shirt up further, enjoying every inch of hot skin. You don't bother pulling it over his head yet, you're too focused on the way his muscles flex under your touch, on the way he grips your hips like he's barely holding on. 

"God, you taste so good," he mumbles, voice ragged between kisses.

"Better than wine?" you tease, brushing your lips over his before he can pull you back in.

"Better than anything," he says, catching your mouth again like he can't stand the distance. 

In between kisses he looks up at you, with that half lidded gaze he only gets when he's totally at your mercy. 

Perfect. 

Without a second thought, you lean down and bite his pec through the dark fabric.

"Hey, kinky!" He gasps, laughing, lifting his head from the couch to find you looking up with innocent eyes. "Are you trying to mark your territory?" he teases, raising an eyebrow at you. 

"Don't need to mark what's already mine," you mumble, leaning down to bite the other pec, a little harder, keeping your eyes on him the whole time.

Johnny lets out a low whistle, dropping his head back dramatically, one arm drapes over his eyes like he can't bear the pleasure. You laugh at his reaction, now nibbling the forearm shielding his face. He let out a groan. 

You know he loves that. 

One time you caught him low key checking in the mirror to see if you left any marks, because he wants them there.

Johnny loves women, yes. But Johnny loves being wanted, too. 

And you biting him is pure unfiltered want. Every mark is a 'you're mine' flag being planted on him. It's physical praise, and Johnny lives to carry that praise proudly.

"You know I like it when you get all mean," he says, peaking under his arm. "So are you gonna keep torturing me, or–" 

Johnny stops mid sentence when he sees the glint in your eyes. He grins like a man who knows he's seconds away from heaven. He swears it's happening, you're about to say something filthy. You open your mouth and he's already thinking he's gonna take you right there and then–

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?" you ask.

Silence. 

Three full seconds of stunned silence, then the arm over his eyes drops abruptly, and he pushes up onto his elbows to look at you.

"Babe ... what?" 

His expression stuck in pure, utter horny confusion almost made you laugh. You place your hands on his chest to rest your chin on them, looking up at him expectantly. 

"Johnny, if I was a worm ... you know, a regular worm in the dirt, would you still love me?" you ask again, like it's the most natural thing in the world. 

"Babe–but we were ..." He gestures between the two of you. "... we were this close to a life changing make out, and now you want to talk about worms!?" He whines, eyebrows still furrowed in disbelief. 

"Just answer the question, Storm," you tease,  biting back a grin, fingers playing with the fabric of his shirt. "It's pretty simple, would you?"

Johnny throws his head back with a groan so dramatic you'd think you just killed all his hopes and dreams with a harmless question you saw on a teen's magazine. 

"It's not simple at all, we were having a moment! You were literally just biting my chest two seconds ago," he complains, his voice pitching higher when he lifts his head and sees your unamused expression. "What? I'm literally just a man!"

You do laugh this time, which only deepens his wounded look. The hard bulge pressing under your thighs makes it very clear how invested he was in the moment, but you can torture him a little bit longer ... for research purposes. You shift your hips just enough to make him twitch, while giving him your best serious look. 

"Johnny…”

"Babe, I swear to God ... first you turn me on, then you play with my heart, and now you turn yourself into a hypothetical worm that could never kiss, or bite me again," he presses a hand over his heart, right where he wished you would just continue your little nibbling activities instead of ... this. 

"So that's a no?" you squint, head tilting. 

"I didn't say that! I just–give me a minute, alright? This is emotional!" 

"Johnny, come on..." you chuckle, smacking his chest lightly, which makes him laugh too. 

He can't believe this is where half an hour of making out has brought him. Not even when he picked his most romantic record. Not even when it was actually him who ended up convincing Reed to take his sister out so you could be alone. 

"Alright, alright," he says, running a hand through your hair as his gaze softens, though you catch the playful glint still in his eyes. "Of course I'd still love you. Even if you were a tragic little worm who couldn't kiss me back," he teases, his other hand still placed tragically above his heart. 

"Wait, really?" You ask excitedly, and Johnny can't help but grin wider. "Even if I was a disgusting little creature?"

"You wouldn't be disgusting, you'd still be you," he argues, "and you know boys actually like worms, right?" 

"Yeah, when they're like five. As a toy!" You laugh, and he chuckles, nodding along. "Not as their girlfriend. What would you even do then?"

He frowns, looking up in playful concentration, tapping a finger against his chin. 

"I'd have to ask Reed to turn me into a worm too," he says finally, nodding like it was the only option he'd have left.

"What? Johnny, you wouldn't be the human torch anymore..."

"Sweetheart, I'd totally give up my fire powers for dirt if it meant I got to be near you," he says, tone completely serious, and for some reason you wholeheartedly believe he would. 

He totally would. 

Now you are the one getting emotional, and he's suddenly very into the topic now, eyes lit up like this is his new life plan.

"Think about it, babe, just you and me. We'd nap under leaves–oh, wait, I wouldn't be able to keep you warm anymore..." His face brightens again. "Oh but I know! I'd roll you up in rose petals when you get cold. We could build a little house with twigs, fall in love under a daisy or something and..."

He just keeps going, building an entire fantasy in his head. And somewhere between his dramatic monologue and ridiculous imagery, it turns... kind of sweet.

"You're insane," you laugh, even as your chest fills with warmth at all his absurdly cute ideas.

"No, I'm in love," he corrects, eyebrows wiggling. "But seriously, worm or not, sweetheart, you're still you. Still out of my league. And I'm still gonna be obsessed with you."

You just bite back a smile trying not to melt, because the way he says it, like it's silly but completely real at the same time, like he's never loved anything more than this completely made up version of you. 

"I'd love you. Always," he smiles, brushing his thumb along your cheek. "You're gonna have to think about other ways to get rid of me."

"I don't wanna get rid of you," you gasp, feigning offense, leaning down to place a kiss right in the center of his chest. "And that, baby, was the right answer." 

"Oh, thank God," he exhales, dropping his head back to the cushions, making you laugh. "I thought I was gonna have to write you a whole poem."

"You still could, you were very enthusiastic about the idea of us having a honeymoon in the dirt," you tease, making him roll his eyes. 

"Babe, don't patronize me ... you kind of ruined the best makeout session I've had all week,"

"It's Monday, Johnny." 

"Exactly! We could've had a better one every day." 

You laugh as he flops back, defeated, so you lean in and nip at his jaw. He pauses, eyes narrowing immediately, because he knows what happened last time you leaned in like that.

"Would it make you feel better if you got a reward?" you ask teasingly, fingers drumming lightly along his collarbone.

"A... reward?" He smirks immediately, though he pretends to clear his throat and be serious. "Babe, it'd have to be one hell of a reward to heal my heart and … something else.”

"Oh, it's a very good one. Trust me," you assure playfully. “You’d be up in no time, fire boy.”

"Really? Because last time you looked at me like that, I was in heaven and then–boom, worms."

You chuckle.

"Let me make it up to you, Johnny" you mumble before kissing him, and he smiles against your lips. "Can I, angel?" You whisper, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

He nods eagerly, eyes gleaming as he places his hands on your waist to lift you back slightly, so he can take his shirt off. He sends it flying across the room, a huge grin on his face as he brings you back to lay on his bare chest. You laugh at his enthusiasm, but yours is just as quick, your hands instantly tracing the lines of his toned chest. 

And now your mouth is back on him. 

You hum against his warm skin, lips tracing the curve of his collarbone, "I have to say ... aside from the dramatics ... you handled the question pretty well," you say between kisses. 

"Babe," he breathes, tilting his head back as you kiss your way lower. "I should get a medal. Or, you know, more of this ... way more." 

"You want more of this?" You kiss the center of his chest. "...or this?" You bite gently at the same spot.

"God, babe." His voice shakes with a laugh. "You can't talk about worms and then do all that. It's emotionally confusing."

You smile against his skin, alternating between kisses and nibbles as you trail your mouth across the heat of his chest, pressing soft, open mouthed kisses over every inch you can reach. You pause over his heart, feeling it race beneath your lips.

"Still beating," you mumble.

"Only for you, sweetheart" he says, melting when you nip at the skin just below his pec. 

Your cheeks are warm against his ribs, you kiss even lower, down his stomach, just above the waistband of his sweatpants. His muscles twitch under your lips. You look up at him, your chin resting just below his navel, and that devilish look when you're about to ask him something. 

Oh no. Not again. 

"Would you still love me if I made out with you like this every day for the rest of your life?"

"Are you kidding?" He props himself on his elbows, grinning. "Kiss me again and I'll marry you tomorrow babe ...or right now!"

You laugh, pressing your lips to his stomach again, slower, deeper, letting your hands slide up his sides. His breath stutters when you bite the V of his hips.

He starts making the most shameless noises, as your teeth graze over his skin, running his hands down your back and whispering, "Yeah... bite me, baby, c'mon..."

He totally lives for it.

"You're gonna kill me one of these days," he pants, shaking his head, already halfway gone to the gates of your heaven.

"Maybe," you smile, lips brushing his V again. "You'd die happy, though."

"Oh sweetheart, the happiest! Death by makeout, with the most beautiful woman in the universe. Tell Sue to put it on my tombstone."

You look at him with a glint in your eyes, not trusting your breathless voice so you just straddle him leaning forward, finally giving him the kiss he's been waiting for. His hand slides up your back instantly, gripping like he's afraid you'll pull away, and he groans into your mouth like it's oxygen.

His hands slide up your back, pulling you tight against him, and you lose yourself in the sound of him, the way he gasps when your hands go lower, the way he exhales like he's finally home.

His hands roam freely again, sliding under your shirt, fingertips tracing patterns and dragging fire along your skin. The kiss deepens, your mouths meeting in that messy pattern you both adore. His tongue finds yours with that perfect mix of hunger and rhythm, and you can feel the smirk against your lips every time you gasp when he squeezes your skin with his hands. 

Yeah, there was nothing like making out with Johnny.

"You know what?" he pants, pulling back just enough to catch his breath. "Forget the worm thing."

"Yeah?"

"Next time, just bite me again."

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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. (𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fem!reader, best friend!johnny, vague talk of a previous break up, banter, fluff, johnny and reader yearning hard for 2.5k words

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from school playground hopscotch to late nights sneaking out and mapping star constellations while sharing secrets only for the two of you and the the cool breeze of june to hear to space travel and babysitting a magic baby, you and johnny did everything together. you were inseparable and god help whoever tried to separate you.

he’s your best friend and you are his. nothing could ever come in the way of that, not distance, not superpowers, not monsters, not exes who began to feel jealous when they realized that they’ll forever have to share you with him and it will never be fair because johnny will always get more of you, most of you. he’ll come second and johnny will always be your first.

but the past is in the past and you’d rather keep it there forever, buried deep where no one can question it. not even johnny. especially not johnny.

you hear the door of your apartment door getting unlocked and it doesn’t phase you, you already know who it is. “honey i’m home” his voice rings in the hallway and you smile to yourself, he always announces his arrival like this, as if he lives here.

“in here!” you call out from your bedroom, curling the last piece of your hair.

his footsteps get closer and closer until he’s standing at your door, suddenly unable to move “hey..” or breathe.

“hi.” looking at him through the mirror, you smile. “you’re staring.”

“you’re stunning.” he blinks, sighing quietly as he lets himself into your bedroom and onto your bed.

a slight flush takes over your already pink-painted cheeks. “thank you.”

“where are you going?” he asks, matter-of-factly and you give him a deadpan look which makes him raise his eyebrows at you, “what? you’ve got make up and this dress on to impress your microwave?”

“the oven actually.” scrunching your nose at him, he does the same face back at you, “i’m going on a date.”

johnny feels his heart drop, his mouth beginning to dry up, “a date..?” he sits up immediately, “as in.. with someone?” he stands up and walks towards you, “with a guy?”

frowning at him, “that’s what a date traditionally means, yes.” you turn to face him, “why are you so surprised?”

his eyes widen, realizing he could’ve offended you. “no nothing it’s just.. you.. i..”

“i know it’s been a while since i went on a date, i was a mess after the break up..” you interrupt him, mentioning the swore-to-never-talk-about-it-again break up, the - one that you've used as an excuse for being emotionally closed off but never disclosed why it even happened - break up. “but i feel better now. i think i’m ready to.. put myself out there again.” you tell him, not quite believing your own words but false faith is still better than no faith.

johnny also doesn’t believe your words but he believes in you and that’s what matters to him. “that’s.. that’s good yeah, that’s good for you babe.” you matter to him more than anything, “so who’s the lucky guy?” more than his own feelings.

you smile at his interest, “his name’s winston, he’s a friend of a friend.”

“winston..” johnny nods, crossing his arms over his chest and you try to avoid staring at them. it’s not your fault, he chose to wear that damn tshirt! “what’s his last name?”

“johnny i know what you’re doing.” you smirk and he looks at you in faux offense, “you want his name so you can go all investigator and do a full background check on him, find his address, his social security number, what phase the moon was when he was born and where his great great grandparents’ graves are located.”

“that’s.. that’s not what i.. i wasn’t going to.. no i wanted to..” johnny stutters then decides to drop the excuses, “these are all common knowledge that one should.. obtain.” he puts his hands on his waist and shrugs, seemingly nonchalantly, absolutely not. “i just want to make sure you’re safe, that you’ve got the upper hand.” he says, “and in case this date turns into something more, i want to know that my best friend is being taken care of.” he puts his hands on your shoulders and gently squeezes.

if you could choose a superpower to have, you’d choose one where you can control your body’s reactions, control the goosebumps that take over your skin where he touches you, control the tingles that make your insides curl, control the butterflies that seem to spread and flap their wings in your stomach. “you take care of me just fine.” the bell rings just as the words come out your mouth, “winston’s here.” quickly you get up and take your purse. “i’ll see you later?”

johnny runs his hand through his hair, “yeah yeah go.” he watches you check yourself in the mirror one last time and bites his lip, he hopes you feel just as beautiful as you look, hopes that you’re seeing yourself the way he sees you and despite the punch-like feeling in his gut, he hopes that winston will too. he'd be a fool not to. “good luck on your.. date.” he follows you into the living room and stands by the kitchen counter as you put your shoes on, it takes everything in him to not go over to where you are and help you put it on.

“thanks oh and there’s leftover pasta in the fridge if you want it! bye.” closing the door, you leave johnny in your apartment, alone with his mind that still hasn’t caught up to what just happened.

you’re going out. on a date. with a guy. winston.

you’re going on a date with winston.

“okay.” johnny says to no one, “it’s okay.” hand on his chest, trying to regulate his breathing, “it’ll be okay.”

we’ve done this before, he thinks. she dates, she’s been on dates before and this is no different. he tells himself.

the thing is, it is different. you broke up with your ex six months ago, dating again hasn’t something you expressed any interest in and johnny thought he was safe. he thought he had time.

tonight proved him wrong and he’s having a mild panic attack about it.

but he’s your best friend so it'll be okay.

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three hours later, you open the door and his thoughts come to halt, “hey.. you’re still here.” so does yours.

having him here, his presence, his mere existence in your home brings you a sense of relief you wish you could ignore.

“i wanted to know how your date went.” johnny says.

taking off your shoes, you raise your brows at him. “so if the date went well and i brought him home, you’d just be here, chilling on the couch?”

“meet and greet. a win for everybody.” he shrugs.

you go for the liquor cabinet and see the expensive bottle of wine sue bought you when you first moved in, you’ve been saving it for a special occasion. “nobody won because i’m not going on a second date with him.” tonight’s a special occasion.

a win is a win, johnny thinks and tries to hide his smile. “what happened?”

opening the fridge, you notice the tupperware still where you left it, “the leftover pasta! you didn’t eat it?”

“i didn’t have an appetite."

“johnny storm didn’t have an appetite.. who are you and what have you done to my boy?” you point a fork at him accusingly.

he pulls out two wine glasses and takes the fork out of your hand, “tell me what happened.”

“nothing happened.” you shrug, walking over to the balcony with the tupperware in hand and the bottle of wine in the other, johnny following close behind you with the glasses and forks, “no seriously, nothing happened.”

you sit down on your balcony bench and he sits next to you, dangerously close as he pours wine into the glasses, making sure to fill it up, “like at all we barely spoke. it’s like i was interviewing him. if i didn’t ask a question then he wouldn’t talk and he didn’t return the question not even once.” you frown as you sip your drink, remembering the date, “i ran out of questions and ice breakers before the main course started. i asked everything even the if you were an insect and someone stepped on you, would you rather be crunchy or soggy, he looked at me like i was crazy.”

johnny scoffs, “that’s soggy behavior.”

“that’s exactly what i thought!” you chuckle, putting your head on his shoulder, this is much more comfortable than it should be, you think as he leans his head onto yours.

“then we just ate in silence and he paid and he offered to drive me home.” in retrospect, you try to think of the date as objectively as possible, “actually he wasn’t horrible, not much of talker but he was a gentleman, he was nice i guess, it’s just..” he wasn’t you. “i think i made a mistake, i’m not ready to move on from the break up”

in a way, you’re grateful for the break up, it’s been your get out of jail card for months now. - whatever you didn’t want to do, you can’t because of the break up. whatever you did and regretted, you did it because of the break up. whatever feelings you’ve been burying deep inside of you and refusing to let come to the surface because you’re too scared to ruin the only true thing you’ve ever had, blame it on the break up! - when the truth is, you’ve been over the break up before the break up.

nobody knows the real reason for the break up.

not even johnny. especially not johnny. not when he’s the reason for the break up.

“that’s okay.” his voice pulls you out of your thoughts, “just because he’s decent that doesn’t mean you have to enjoy the date.” he drapes his arm around your shoulder, pulls you closer, you can smell his aftershave just as well as you can smell that smokey scent that always lingers around him, “there’s no finish line you have to cross, no rules you have to follow, you can take your time and do what feels right to you, to only you.”

he kisses the top of your head, you can feel him get warmer for you. he always does this when he holds you. his embrace feels like coming home.

“this world is huge and when the time is right, your crunchy will find you,” i’m right here, he thinks. “and then you will be ready to be found. it won’t feel heavy, it won’t feel like an interview. when it's right, you'll know it. it’ll just feel like..”

“coming home.”

looking up at him, you lock eyes for what feels like forever. an unspoken certainty hangs in the back of both of your doubts and for a second, it’s enough.

he grins, “it’ll feel just like coming home.”

he's close. he's always close but right now, he's closer than he should be. closer than you can have him. when he's this close, all you can think about is how shattering it would be to lose him, how much it would break you, how much it would break him. you can't lose him so you pull away.

johnny curses himself in his mind. he fucked up. he needs to get it inside his head that you're his best friend and if he doesn't pull it together, doesn't pull himself together, he'll ruin everything and he can't tarnish what you have.

after you grab the tupperware and your fork, you settle back into your spot, still close but not as much, “so what did you do in my house while i was gone?”

“me?” he frowns, “oh i didn’t stay in your house.”

you raise your eyebrows at him, confused, “what do you mean?”

“don’t be mad.”

“oh no.”

“you haven't even heard me yet.” he gives you an accusatory look, “after you left, i paid great great grandma and grandpa logan a visit in evergreen hill cemetry.” he takes the fork out of your hand and eats a mouthful of pasta, “paid my respects.”

it takes a few seconds for your brain to process what he said and get your jaw off the ground, “johnny!”

“what? i took flowers, i didn’t go empty handed that’s rude” he says through another mouthful. “and i cleaned up their graves a little bit, they were covered with leaves and stuff, it seems like it’s been a while since their darling great great grandson visited.” he rolls his eyes and continues to eat with your fork.

“you’re insane. have i ever told you that? you’re insane.”

“thanks”

“where did you even find where they’re buried?”

“oh that was very easy to find, took me like six seconds.” he takes a sip of his wine, “finding winston’s social security number was a bit of a hustle though, took like two or three minutes.” he says and there’s nothing you can do but stare, dumbfoundedly.

“did you know he was blonde when he was a baby?” he asks.

“no johnny, i didn’t know that.”

“he looks better as a brunette anyway.” he shrugs.

you shake your head, still in disbelief no matter how many times he does this, “will you do a background check on every guy i go out with?”

he looks at you, “it’s not like you’re drowning in guys, you’ve been on like four dates your whole lif- ow!” he takes his arm and rubs it then looks at what you did, “you bit me.” an unmistakable bite mark in the shape of your teeth is printed deep in his skin, “you fucking bit me, you freak” he tosses a throw pillow at you, attempting to hide the smile on his face.

laughing, you throw it back at him, “that’s what you get for being an asshole,” you throw another one, “and a creep”

he sighs, a deep fake sigh, cradling the throw pillow “fine. i’m an asshole and a creep and a pasta thief and insane,” he looks at you through narrowed eyes, “and you love me.”

his heart pounds ten times harder in his chest, he shouldn’t have said that. no no it’s okay, you’re his best friend, you’ll know what he means, what he wants you to think he means.

but he’s right.

you do love him. johnny storm is your best friend and he’s the only true love you’ve ever known. since the first day you saw him, you knew you were done for. you knew it was right.

“unfortunately that’s true, i do love you.” you tell him casually. as if these simple words don’t make his entire system light up.

he bops your nose, “and i love you.” he says easily because it is easy. loving you is the easiest thing he’s ever done. it came naturally, instinctively, like a path he knows by heart. loving you has always felt like coming home.

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[rosygaze]

“i’m sweet like cherry pie and he likes it.” ⋆˙⟡♡˚₊⊹

[rosygaze]

Joseph Quinn characters + cereal

i love this saga