#reedjohnny

where is reedjohnny nation at?? this is tumblr for pete’s sake and you’re telling me the latest post about my rarepair is from 2018? impossible. I must find my people

Actually, it was a male version of Johnny who married Reed! It happens in Fantastic Four v1 #563. First we see the Marquis of Death calling Sue Reed’s sister-in-law:

And then, when Johnny flies away, we find out he’s Jack Richards:

Who was that?

Jack Richards. The Human Torch.

Fantastic Four Vol 1 563: "Mr. & Mrs. Thing"

gotta love the dynamite boyfriends

a whole Smorgasbord of choices. I’m taking all of them

(for context: classic spy AU)

benjohnny:

From this angle, Agent Grimm manages to look even smaller than he usually does. The only thing keeping Johnny from acknowledging this out loud is the fact that he’s dangling upside down in one of Doctor Doom’s preliminary traps.

Agent Grimm stares up at him for an uncomfortable length of time. Johnny can practically hear the gears turning in his head as the other spy weighs the odds of infiltrating Doom’s base alone. Finally, with a quiet, put-upon sigh, Grimm shoots through the wire suspending Johnny by the ankle, dropping him to the ground. It’s a rough landing. Johnny still makes it work.

“You know,” Johnny says, brushing imaginary dust from his suit, “I’m starting to sense some hostility from you.”

Agent Grimm doesn’t even stop walking. Johnny takes a minute to watch him go before moving to follow. 

reedjohnny:

Johnny picks up one of the many retractable-type pens littering the tech’s worktable. “So, what does this one do?” He peers at it.

“Pocket-sized thirty-kilowatt laser,” Reed says airily over his shoulder. “Behind the times now, of course, but apparently we didn’t have the funding for the sixty-watt. Probably don’t click it.”

Johnny puts the pen down very slowly and contemplates stepping back, but as always, his curiosity gets the better of him. “What about this one?”

“Experimental pocket-sized forty-five-kilowatt laser...well, not really, I did the best I could with the materials I had but it just can’t measure up to the real thing. I mean, I’m still tinkering with it, but it’s more of a side project now.”

“Does it work, though?” Johnny twirls it between his fingers. “What happens if I click it?”

“Mostly it explodes,” Reed admits. “I mean, that can also happen if you don’t click it, too.” Johnny’s fingers freeze. “Still. It’s progress.” He darts back over, labcoat flapping, and cranes around Johnny to retrieve another identical pen. He clicks it - Johnny flinches involuntarily at the sound - and starts scribbling down notes.

johnnynamor:

The gun is warm where it’s pressed to the back of Johnny’s head. “Nothing personal,” Namor repeats, sounding more sure of himself this time. Johnny can’t see his face.

There are a lot of questions Johnny should probably be asking right now. Questions like that eccentric ocean-fetishist trillionaire was actually your mom this whole time?, and said mom is the ecoterrorist leader who wants to create an artificial tsunami and sink an oil baron’s private island?, and so have you been planning to kill me since I met you, since the motorcycle incident, since last night in my bed?

In the end, he takes a different approach.

“So presumably you’ve understood English this whole time,” Johnny asks, voice even, “but you still let me spend the last two and a half weeks playing glorified charades with you?”

Namor makes a soft, muffled sound caught between a laugh and something sadder. Briefly, the gun trembles, then it shifts, pushing Johnny forward.

johnnyvictor:

Johnny blinks himself awake to find that he’s strapped to a lab table, which isn’t new, and that his shirt’s missing, which admittedly is. He’s alert again in under a minute. Doctor Doom clearly puts more effort into finding effective sedatives than he does into planning his wardrobe.

Speak of the devil - Doom sweeps into his line of sight, armored up and swathed in green. Seriously, Johnny has to think it’s warm as hell in there. 

“If you wanted to get me out of my clothes, Doom, all you had to do was ask.”

While Doom’s mask is, as always, expressionless, Doom does still for a moment when he sees that Johnny’s awake. Then he hurries forward, pulling at some of the newer equipment, until Johnny recognizes the components as part of an electrocution-based deathtrap. Doom’s upgraded since his last visit. He’s almost flattered.

Doom presses one of the electrodes to Johnny’s bare skin. It promptly falls off. He fumbles for it again, rubbing at it to better fix it in place, and Johnny arches dramatically against Doom’s gauntleted hand with an exaggerated moan. Doom springs away as if burned.

“I will gag you,” Doom growls. He realizes his mistake just as Johnny’s eyebrows rise in answer.

“Oh, Doctor-”

“WE ARE DONE HERE,” Doom announces, abandoning the electrocution plan altogether. “WE WILL NOW DISCUSS MY THEFT OF THE STATUE OF LIBERTY. NOTHING ELSE”

“You can statue my liberty anytime, Doom-”

“NOTHING ELSE.”

i’m kind of tired tonight so i’m just going to pick one for each pairing

first the ship i built out of my bare hands

6. tongue-tied, reedjohnny

“That was the weekend before she got wrecked. You really have to meet her in person, she’s - ”

“One of a kind, we get it.”

Johnny turns away from his phone, leaving Reed to hold it, and calls out to the passing Victor, “Did I ask, Gruber?”

Reed looks at each picture a while, admiring the car in question. The last few pictures are not taken by Johnny, since he’s clearly under the hood of his car, in a tight gray sleeveless shirt. Reed seizes the seconds as Johnny turns around to zoom in a little before passing the picture to an accidental closeup of Johnny’s shirtless torso from the back.

“Oh, uhh - ” Reed passes the picture again to avoid looking bad in front of Johnny. “I mean, I, I - ” Johnny waits until Reed stops stammering to take the phone from him.

“Finished?”

“S-sure.”

45. under the influence, johnnyvictor

“Honestly, I can’t believe you called Richards in.” Even as he’s straight out of the changing room to get ready for an interdimensional road trip, Victor von Doom just can’t shut up. Johnny frowns at him from the stool he’s waiting on, already in his environmental suit, with Victor’s flask in his hand. All that’s left is for Reed to come back so they can all get going.

“He was nicer than you, what did you expect.” Johnny takes a drag from the flask before continuing. “Today, geniuses are a dime in a dozen, Victor. So nobody’s going to pick the one with an attitude.”

Victor tries to snatch the flask from Johnny’s hand and finds some resistance from Johnny’s side. The twos arms are linked by the flask, rigid from both sides, and they stare each other down until Johnny stretches his leg forward to kick Victors leg. His opponent gasps out from the weak blow, and Johnny keeps the flask.

“That’s just sad.” Johnny acknowledges Victor’s pathetic response, by tipping the flask to him. 

“And I’m the genius with an attitude.” Victor rubs the spot where he was kicked and glares at Johnny.

joke’s on you, victor, you just complimented him

also i’m going to combine the benreed prompts since they go really well together

33. hope and 49. coming home, benreed

Every weekend Reed comes back to Oyster Bay the week goes from bearable to memorable. At first the visits are every week, and everything is normal again, and Ben forgets that Reed doesn’t live in the same world as his anymore. Because there is something different about Reed the more time he spends at Baxter, but that’s okay, because he’s earned his chance at a big scholarship. He can change, move on…but leave Ben behind? Had he earned that?

Then the progress on the gate takes on a toll on the amount of visits to Ben. Reed doesn’t come home every Friday but at least he texts (always perfectly capitalized and punctuated). But even those become sparse with time and Fridays become just another work day at the scrapyard. Ben forgets to check his phone as much as he once did at this point. It’s not that Reed’s absence goes unnoticed - if anything, it makes daily life the harder to take without being irritable. Still, every time his phone vibrates in his pocket at inconvenient times Ben knows it’s Reed and his face lights up in hope.

For some reason, the longer Reed’s absences were, the happier he felt when they were reunited again. No wonder Ben’s ready to head to Baxter for Reed in the middle of the night, after exactly one month of silence between them. Ben’s been counting the days, and all the waiting has paid off because he hasn’t forgotten.

i’m actually not sorry

citizen you are literally telling me to come into Your Own House

for your consideration: reedjohnny high school AU. johnny’s slacking off in class and when his grades start slipping, dr. storm strongarms him into going to a tutor until the situation improves. grudgingly, johnny goes along with it, fully expecting to be bored out of his mind by some giant nerdlord.

well, he got the last bit right, because reed richards Is a a giant nerdlord to the bone. what johnny didn’t count on was his new tutor being Adorable. thus, johnny storm becomes an excellent science student overnight, because he just really likes watching reed talk.

but now there’s a new problem, because every single one of johnny’s flirting overtures towards reed fails entirely. which is really confusing since johnny has Mad Game and now reed’s just ruining his success-failure ratio without even trying. cut to johnny going to more and more extreme lengths to Court this nerd but his efforts just keep on flying over reed’s head.

meanwhile: reed’s just happy to be tutoring someone who actually seems to be listening to him. granted, he’s not exactly sure what johnny’s playing at. johnny’s clearly smart, he doesn’t strictly need this kind of extra prep. I mean, as a Cool Kid, of course johnny wouldn’t want to hang around around someone like reed unless he absolutely had to, right?