Johnny Storm x Fem!Reader
Content Warnings: Emotional Hurt/No Comfort, Intermittent Homoeroticism
Summary: On a trip to space with your boyfriend, Johnny Storm, you encounter hostile aliens who have a ray that can… fundamentally change people. But to your shock… it turns out Johnny can’t be altered.
~requested by @toeispidey <3
“Boop!” Y/N giggled as she flicked her sweet, blond boyfriend’s nose. He wrinkled his nose in response, eyes slowly fluttering open.
“Hey, sweetcakes,” Johnny grabs her hand, voice gruff as he fully awakens. “What gives? I was having some pretty sweet dreams.”
Y/N looks at him, raising an eyebrow in amusement. “And what sorts of dreams might those be, Sleeping Beauty?”
“Oh, nothing special,” Johnny blushes, brushing his ruffled hair back. Y/N giggles as she helps him fix it. Johnny continues, smiling at her: Just… hanging with an ol’ pal! Haven’t seen him in a while.”
Aww, how cute, Y/N thinks. He’s having another one of those Spider-Man dreams again.
Y/N was used to her adorable boyfriend’s platonic affection towards the webhead. The two had been friends for a while, even before she and Johnny got together, and Johnny brought him up constantly; even in his slumber, he would mumble the occasional “P-Peter!”, his fists clung tightly in the sheets.
I’m happy my man has such a good friend. Y/N smiles. I wonder what shenanigans they get into in his sleep?
“Well, you’re awake now and with me,” Y/N says seductively. “So how about I show you something sweet in the waking world?”
“Oh, one sec, babe—“ Johnny starts suddenly, sitting up and fumbling with his helmet. “I think I heard Reed on the comms—we’re here.” With that, he was up and running, Y/N following close behind.
Y/N felt warmth bloom in her heart, though she rolled her eyes; it was endearing, how flustered Johnny could get. Y/N didn’t mind taking the lead—she figured Johnny was inexperienced and shy, so delicate: he needed her to initiate, which she had no problem doing. I wonder, Y/N think as she and Johnny reach the rest of the Fantastic Four at the mainframe, if on this trip Johnny and I will finally—
“My golly! Head down off the ship this instant—my advanced geolocator systemic hydraulics detect a breach of our defences!” Reed shouts, alerting Y/N out of her thoughts. The FF follow behind him worriedly, and Y/N trails close behind.
“Uh, in English, Stretcho? Ben grunts as he clambers down the ladder descending the spaceship.
It’s Sue who answers him, throwing up a forcefield as she has deathly, but beautiful expression on her face—a dark smoulder that made Y/N understand exactly why Dr. Richards (or should she say, future in-Law) was head over stretched heels for her.
But Y/N doesn’t have time to think as her and the rest of the four spring into action, attacking the alien creatures that had been shooting a strange laser beam onto their ship.
“I got you, Sue!” Y/N yells, using her enchanted sorceress powers to fight back, as the four watched in awe. Y/N felt pride burst in her chest as the wonderful Sue Storm looked at her, smiling:
“Good work, Y/N!” She yells before going back to launching her forcefields at incredible speed. Y/N moves to join her, but is distracted by Ben and her almost-in-law Richards. The two are hugging, Reed stretched around Ben like a rubber band constricting a watermelon, the tension so ripe and potent you’d expect them to explode any second.
Instead of that, Ben looks at Reed with wide blue eyes, lovingly. “Ah hell, Stretch, anyone ever tell ya how smooth yer elastic is?”
“What the fuck?” Johnny says, moving away from the aliens he was launching fireballs at to move beside you and Sue, looking at the loving scene in front of him in horror. “Guys, what are you doing?!”
Y/N reaches for his flaming hand, unaffected by the fire due to her incredible magic powers. “Listen, Johnny—just let ‘em be! We all have thoughts like that towards our friends sometimes—I myself had a brief flicker of affection for your wonderful sister, but my embers burn only for you! It’s natural!”
To Y/N’s horror, Johnny immediately pulls back, looking at Y/N and Sue in horror. “WHAT?!” He yells, sparks flying from his mouth. He looks down at the two of you holding hands—huh, when did that happen—and screams again. “SUE! LET GO OF MY GIRLFRIEND!!!” He roars, fiery and deep.
“It’s like Y/N said, Johnny!” Sue reassures him. “We’re all just behaving as friends do!”
“WELL THEY SURE AREN’T!” Johnny points back at Reed and Ben, who has just planted a rocky kiss on the stretching man’s rubbery lips.
“What the hell is wrong with you all?” Johnny pleads, and it breaks Y/N’s dazed and slightly lesbian heart to see him so distraught. Suddenly, what appeared to be the leader of alien horde chimed in:
“Ha… they’ve all fallen prey to our trap… to defeat the Fantastic Four once and for all!”
That snaps everyone back to reality, Y/N and Sue letting go of each other’s hands to assume a battle stance, and Reed and Ben separating angrily.
“What have you done to us?” Reed, Sue, Ben and Y/N demanded at once.
“It’s simple, you see,” the creature continues on, smirking. “Our scientists developed a set of exothermic laser stimulants that we barraged you with… once in effect… the laser induce extreme homosexuality!”
The four and Y/N gasp. How could something so insane, so undesirable—yet tempting, as the forbidden fruit tempted the first of the humans—happen?
“Ya mean ya smacked us with a beam that makes you gay?!” Ben roared, beating his chest in anticipation of clobbering.
“Why, it would appear so, old friend!” Reed says, stroking his chin. “The reaction must have activated our dormant homosexualis genus cells… but if so…” Reed turned, bewildered, “Why was Johnny unaffected?”
The ensuing silence could have been broken by a tear drop—which it was, as salty H20 slid down your flushed cheeks. “Baby…?” you turn to Johnny, but before you can respond, the lead alien cackles.
“Sorry, Earthling—I just don’t think you’re his type. Unless you sprout 4 more limbs and a new gender identity, that is.” He sneers, and Y/N feels rage boiling in her, though the waves of anger are pulled back by the immense heartbreak.
Johnny looks angry—eye glaring, burning hotter than Y/N had ever seen him. He’s a second away from attacking the alien, and in that moment, looking at his burning blue eyes, Y/N realizes it must have been a trick, because Johnny loved her.
“SPIDER-MAN DOES NOT HAVE EIGHT ARMS!” Johnny hollers, launching himself at the alien in a flaming ball of fury.
The rest of his family follows after, but Y/N remains where she stood, but this time on her knees in despair. She thought–she thought Johnny was hers—that they would make it through the universe together. She remembers the first time he asked her out, after seeing her helping fight the balding Mole Man in Times Square. Those blue eyes staring into her soul as he asked her out to a diner, and Y/N swore at the moment that she could see the ever-expanding universe behind them, all for her to explore.
Now she knew what truly laid behind Johnny’s blue eyes—another lover. A man.
Through her tears, Y/N could make out the sight of an alien approaching her, holding the dreadful gay ray. But now, she didn’t have any fight left in her.
“Take me now,” She whispers, shutting her eyes as the waves of gay came over her.
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