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johnny storm x reader — gn!reader, pre-relationship, fluff! 0.7k
You wake up feeling bad. Your eyes ache like they've doubled in size, too big and heavy for their sockets. Your whole head is swimming now that you focus on it. And you're trembling like a flame despite the three layers of blankets you’ve ended up sleeping with.
You’re not surprised. The last few nights found you crawling into bed much sooner, and at some point, your throat had adopted this irritating scratch. But said scratch has worsened into more of a burn, like you’ve got a mouthful of hot sauce every time you swallow. You should’ve taken Ben’s advice. Take it easy, he said. But easy doesn’t come easy for you.
In the morning, you’ll blame the fever for fogging your judgement. But really, it’s the thought of Johnny’s hands that gets you tripping out of bed. They’re always warm when he touches you, like he’s sewn little pocket warmers under his skin. And they’re big beside yours, brusque in their movement but still so gentle when need be.
His door swings open silently under your palm. The room’s quiet apart from the record still spinning on the turntable, a faint crackle where the needle retraces the last groove.
“Johnny?” you whisper.
He’s face down on the sheets, arms folded under his pillow, with one leg hiked far enough to lose the blanket. He’s unmoving apart from the steady rise and fall of the linen over his back.
You take a few steps. Then another few when he doesn’t react. “Johnny,” you call again, stood gawky in the center of his room. Nothing. You bridge the rest of the gap, hovering over his bedside, hand stretching for his shoulder.
But he shifts then, just before your fingers brush him. His lips smack, and he inhales hard, nose crushed to his pillow. One eye cracks, just a slit, his lashes crusted with sleep.
“Sorry,” you whisper automatically.
Johnny squints up at you like you’re aiming a flashlight at his face. He looks terribly tired, sounds it even more. “Hmm,” he whines.
“Can I sleep in here?”
He stares at you blankly for a long time before he nods. His cheek drops back down to the mattress in defeat as he kneads his eye with a fist. You climb in on the other side and slip under cool covers. It’s still for a beat before the springs creak under his weight. He rolls onto his hip to face you.
The curtains are parted enough for a slice of the city, washing the whole room in a deep blue, Johnny's face no exception. His eyes are like glaciers in the moonlight.
“What’s wrong?” he rasps.
“Cold.”
An understatement from what his ears tell him. He can hear the rattle of your teeth chattering and the shaky little breaths through your mouth. His hand sneaks across the sheets, knuckles laying across your cheek, skipping up to your forehead.
You feel normal to him, maybe slightly warm. But that’s alarming, considering Johnny runs hot. His body regulates itself a few degrees warmer than the average man. Any other day, your skin’s like porcelain to his.
“Sick?” he asks.
“Guess so.”
“Mm. Come here.”
You fall into his open arms, no hesitation, no room for embarrassment. He’s not your boyfriend, but he’s not nothing either. He couldn’t be, not with this being so easy. His chest is a furnace, bare skin hot under your hotter cheek. You nose your way up his neck. Even stuffy, you can smell yesterday's cologne.
His hand smooths up your spine. “Take anything?”
“Yeah. Just did.”
Johnny could crank up the heat if he wanted to, soak some more warmth into your poor body using his. But not without risk. He’d rather not have to throw you in an ice bath to get your temperature back down.
He tucks the blanket around your neck. You’ve stopped shivering, at least. “Better?” he asks.
“Mhmm.” You thread your leg between his. Your hand curls loosely around his shoulder. “Thanks,” you slur.
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Peter Parker luck would have it that this is right in front of his window so he has to see it everyday and everytime MJ comes over she makes a comment about it
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