06 May 2017
Johnny has no idea what Reed, Ben, and Sue keep going on about. He doesn't have feelings for Spidey at all. He doesn't even know what the guy looks like. And he definitely would never date him.
Or, what starts off as everyone wrongly thinking Johnny's dating Spidey eventually leads to Johnny actually dating Spidey but pretending he isn't because he doesn't want to give his family the satisfaction of knowing they were right.
“You really aren’t going to admit that you’re dating him, are you?” Sue says incredulously. She taps her finger against that very incriminating photo in the tabloid. “You’re kissing him, baby brother, right here.”
“Kissing? Spidey? Me? I would never,” Johnny scoffs, right as he finishes making a date to meet Spidey later that night. “Not in a million years. I am way out of his league. I’m so far above him he can’t even see me.”
Spidey’s going to see plenty of Johnny later tonight, but Sue doesn’t need to know anything about that.
Spider-Man laughed so hard he fell off the Statue of Liberty. Johnny craned his neck to look for him, only to nearly get webbed in the face.
“Watch it!” he said, scrambling back.
“Sorry,” Spider-Man gasped out, swinging back up. “Kind of hard to aim through tears of mirth. Seriously? Seriously, seriously?”
“Seriously, what?” Johnny said, rolling his eyes.
“They want to make a musical about me,” Spider-Man said, drawing the words out very slowly like he was talking to a small child. Johnny flicked a spark at his gesturing hands. “They want this musical to star you. They want you to play me.”
11 Dec 2016
Janey Storm freezes in the doorway.
Pen is half naked. Her boney, freckled shoulders and the faded sports bra she’s had since high school are on display. Bruises from this morning’s encounter with the Scorpion haven’t had time to heal yet—purples and sickly greens tesselate over her ribs and toned stomach.
Janey can see every unedited part of Pen: her open knuckles, blood a sharp red against her pale skin; her unbrushed hair, grown out past Pen’s jaw like a tangle of weeds; her loose jeans, slung low on her hips, with fraying ends and ripped knees. Janey stands there and sees Pen Parker, a half naked, wide-eyed girl choking on her heart.
“It’s occupied,” Pen manages.
Or: a universe where Johnny and Peter were born girls.
“It’s just that, when whatever happened, happened, it’s like my senses have been dialed to eleven. There’s – there’s way too much input, so they just kind of help me focus.”
Johnny Storm, impossibly, helps Peter focus.
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
13 Jul 2018
They have Shepard’s pie for dinner. Ron and Hermione watch Harry fill up his plate and only start serving themselves when he picks up his fork and starts eating. Neville laughs into his wine glass.
“How are you dealing with their mothering, Harry?” he asks.
Ron opens and closes his mouth for a minute, groping for an excuse. Eventually, Ron says, “He’s just so small, Nev.”
“Hey,” Harry says. “I’m seventeen. I’m an adult.”
Ron shakes his head at Neville. “My best friend is an infant.”
A curse regresses Harry to his seventeen year old self, physically and mentally. He doesn’t recognise this strange peaceful wizarding world, but there are two people he does recognise: Ron and Hermione. Based off this tumblr post.