I Missed You - Part 3 (End)

I Missed You - Part 3 (End)

Johnny Storm x Reader

Rating: T (language)

Author’s Note: I am so sorry for posting this late. I’ve just been so busy recently. I feel horrible for you guys wait. :( 

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“(Y/n), can you hear me? Wake up baby!”

Through the fog that seemed to cloud your thoughts, the familiar sound broke through and forced a groan to escape your lips. Your heavy (e/c) eyes slowly opened only to instantly regret the decision as the bright light of the sun came into view. Your hand instantly jerking upwards to block the bright rays, a loud scream quickly followed as you could barely move your arm. Working past the pounding headache you were currently nursing, you ignored the voice that you heard moments ago to catch a glimpse at the cause for the indescribable pain.

Once again, you regretted your decision. As you finally caught sight of your arm and the way it was twisted against the concrete, you felt your stomach churn. Your eyes quickly shut as you turned away, taking deep breaths to clear the wave of nausea that had made its appearance from the grotesque image.

But of course, it wasn’t that easy.

As the pain finally surfaced, you screamed once more, the noise hanging in the air as you struggled to stay still to alleviate the pain. But your attempts were in vain as your body trembled and the sickening feeling returned to your stomach. 

 “(y/n)? Oh shit. Reed, how long until the damn ambulance is here?”

 As the frantic voice appeared once more, you blacked out, letting the pain slip away as you happily welcomed the darkness.

 ***

Desperate grunts filled the air as you extended an arm towards the chair that lay in the corner of the room. Each inch that you got closer towards the items that lay on the maroon chair forced the needle to pull against your skin yet you persisted, your determined gaze not straying from the purse that lay so close yet so far. Your side dug into the railing attached to the hospital bed as you tried once more to get closer, using the few fingers left uncovered on your other, now casted, hand to hold you steady.

“As much I love the view of your ass…what the hell are you doing?”

A shriek left your lips as you quickly fell back against the bed, the sudden motion sending a sharp pain to radiate through your body and causing a groan to leave your lips. You took a moment to let the feeling pass, taking a deep breath before looking up and face the intruder. But as your eyes caught sight of the man you left behind years ago, you froze.

There he stood. Still clad in his Fantastic Four uniform, he leaned against the frame of the door, his arms crossed as a small frown played across his lips. With one quick motion, he ran a hand over his short hair, giving you time to take in the heavy bags that lay under his eyes and his overall tired disposition. As he moved to look at you once more though, your gaze quickly dropped to your lap, giving you time to compose yourself.

“I was trying to get to my phone. None of the damn staff will tell me where I am, what happened, or even what day is it. I wanted to see if I could find some clues there…”

“You should be resting. But you’ve always been stubborn, haven’t you?” With the reminder of your past with the man, you cringed, silently cursing at yourself for the tears that were beginning to form.

“Don’t do this Johnny. Just…please tell me what happened.” The fake smile that he had been trying to maintain finally dropped as he heard the crack in your voice. He nodded, walking slowly to sit on the spot you had just been trying to reach.

“I…don’t know what to say (y/n). We were trying to stop a global problem and in the end, you got hurt. I tried to get to you in time but…it was too late.” He paused, quickly looking to the floor before he softly spoke once more.

“By the time I was able to safely grab you, you hit the cement. Just barely but...shit (y/n). It’s my fault you were this badly hurt. I should have gotten there quicker.”

“Just tell me you caught the son of a bitch who started this whole mess.”

His silence told it all. A string of curses left your lips as the tears finally fell, your casted arm instinctively moving to wipe your eyes. The rough material scratched your skin, leaving it burning as a groan once more escaped your lips. But as he spoke once more, this time in a harsher tone, you ignored the pain as you turned to look at him.

“Who cares about that asshole? When I held you in my arms for the first time in a decade, I wasn’t even sure you would wake up. Goddamn it…I shouldn’t be caring this much. We broke up but seeing you there...I wanted to take it all back. I wanted to go back to being your boyfriend in high school. I wanted you in my arms without fearing that this would be the last time I would get the chance.” With each sentence, his voice cracked, the playboy persona you had been so accustomed to seeing in the papers fading away to reveal the man you had originally fell in love with. The man behind the confident exterior. The side of him that you used to be lucky to know was all yours.

Yet you let him continue, knowing he needed to get this off his chest. Besides, with each word he spoke, you felt the love you had for him, something that was never forgotten but pushed aside, return at full force.

“For years, I tried to find you. I called your school, I went to California, I did everything just to make up for the way I acted. But I could never find you. The school wouldn’t give me any information and after days of searching your campus, I couldn’t do anything but head home. I tried this dozens of times (y/n) but each time just proved to be as unsuccessful as the last. Until finally, I just…I don’t know. I just gave up. I couldn’t take the pain anymore and I did whatever it took to get over it. I shouldn’t have given up though. I should have kept trying because as soon as I saw you again, I realized how big of a fool I was to ever think I could live without you. I-“

You couldn’t take it. The tears that cascaded down your cheeks only grew worse as you interrupted his speech; not wanting to hear more about the shell he had become once you left. Your earlier feelings of guilt were matched by his and not wanting to hear anymore, you sat up, ignoring the pain that ran throughout your body.

“Johnny, I still love you.”

He quickly stood, moving to lean over you as his eyes searched your own as if to reassure himself that what you said was true. Whatever he found was enough to make him sigh in relief, a small smile spreading across his lips as his hand ran against your cheek.

“I love you so much (y/n). It’s always been you. I’m sorry for pushing that feeling aside for awhile but now that I’m with you again, I’ll never forget how much you mean to me.”

 “Just shut up and kiss me.” That was all he needed as his lips fell upon your own, a groan escaping from the both of you as a sense of relief came from the kiss. Yes, there were plenty of things you both would need to work through but for now, this was all you needed. 

~Tiny Epilogue~

“You did it Johnny. We’re safe because of you.”

With the Silver Surfer gone and the bigger threat of Galactus finally taken care of, you smiled as Johnny relayed each detail at your apartment. With your head resting against his chest, you played with his shirt as his hand rubbed against your back, sending a shiver to run down your spine. With your wounds still healing, he paused after ending the recollection of his latest adventure, making sure you were okay before turning you both to your sides.

“Now that life is back to normal, or as normal as it can be…move in with me. I can’t handle you being across the ocean now that I have you back.”

With his words, you laughed, throwing your head back in delight before you slowly got up. Mindful of your sore body, you carefully moved to open the door to the other room, revealing all the boxes on the floor.

“Great minds think alike. Now are you going to help me pack or am I going to do it all by myself?”

You didn’t need to ask twice. In an instant, he quickly jumped up to place a soft kiss to your lips before lifting you up, carrying you into the next room to help you finish what you started.

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Chris Evans geeks out about Disney stuff

‘I like the stealth suit from Cap 2. The dark, navy blue suit from the opening of Winter Soldier when I’m on the Lemurian Star, messing people up on that ship. And in the elevator! That’s my favorite. I have requested it every movie, but the people at Marvel really like a little red. They like a little red in there. Which is fine. It’s Cap; I get it.’ – Chris Evans

Come Back To Me

Chris Evans x Reader

Rating: T

Requested by a wonderful anon

Warning: Edited at 2 a.m. (I really need to stop doing that)

As you sat on the hardwood floor, shaking hands slowly wrapped each frame that once covered your home. Smiles taunted you behind clear glass, contrasting the tear-streaked complexion you currently wore. As each moment of the past was relived through the pictures, your composure grew worse as wet hands ran across each face, tears staining the once perfect setting for those happy times.

Your hair slowly unraveling from its messy bun, you rose, taking the last frame with you to place within the duffel bag that lay on the bed. Yet your unsteady grip finally faltered, the object in your hands falling to the floor. Shattered glass spread across your feet as you watched the frame fall apart, the wood disconnecting to form a pile on the floor, the picture left upside down in the midst of the destruction.

With the new mistake, a sharp cry escaped your lips as a hand flew to your mouth, covering it as if to hold the screams that were begging to be released. Sobs filled the silent air as your feet swiftly trudged through the glass. The pieces that pierced through the skin pushed deeper with each new step you took yet you persisted, letting the pain overwhelm the once peaceful times that you held previously in your hands. But the mix of emotions died down as soon as some of Chris’s last words from that night echoed in your ears, making you now beg for the room to just stay silent.

“Why the hell are we even in this relationship?”

The simple question was filled with harsh promises for the future as Chris didn’t wait for a response. Instead, he slammed the door, letting the sound of his heavy steps echo into the room until he disappeared for what you hoped would not be for good. But as the taxi sped away, carrying your heart along with it, you knew it was the beginning to the end.

This suspicion was only confirmed as the silence continued. Your cell phone remained inactive besides the countless times you had checked for messages. The multiple attempts of an apology were ignored and as you sat beside the lifeless object, a piece of you broke away with each moment that passed, creating a shell that finally crumbled under the pressure. Now, lying amongst the rubble of your relationship, you finally accepted the truth.

He was done with you.

At the repetition of this harsh reality, you screamed, the sound muffled against your hand once more as you collapsed on the bed, curling into a ball in a feeble attempt to heal the pain. The shirt you wore, one that belonged to Chris, rode up slightly as you slowly moved your arms to wrap around your legs, your head resting against bare skin as you begged for this nightmare to end. Begged to have the man who once loved you back into your arms. But he wasn’t here and it only grew worse.

Maybe if you had just given in, agreed to the one thing you promised you would never do, this would have never happened. If you had just accepted the fact that Chris wanted a family and gave him one, you wouldn’t be feeling this way. You’d still have him. Yet despite the overwhelming heartache that came with the punishment for your continual diversion of the topic, you still couldn’t agree to it. Even if it meant losing him, you wouldn’t lose a part of yourself to please a man. Even if the man was the one you were willing to spend the rest of your life with.

Finally accepting the decision you had made from the beginning, your body finally relaxed, a sense of defeat filling your actions as you slowly rose from the bed. With a slow approach, you changed into your own clothes quickly, letting Chris’ favorite blue Henley fall to the floor. The soft fabric seemed to taunt you as you slowly walked away, finally lifting one of the full boxes and heading to the truck that waited outside.

As time passed and the boxes began to increase in the once desolate truck, you sighed as the last box was placed upon the others. With a quick jump to leave the trunk, you quickly slammed the door closed, letting the sound add to your somber mood. With a turn to collect the keys, you kept your head down; hoping for this day to be over so you sleep away what you hoped would be a nightmare.

“You forgot something.” Your head snapped up as you quickly looked up at the man that waited for you at the door, the picture that fell from the broken frame held tightly in his hand.

Chris looked as horrible as you did. With his hair a mess and his clothes disheveled, his eyes frantically searched yours, giving a clear display for the hurt that clearly mirrored your own. His free hand continually running against his jeans, he moved one step closer, waiting for you to say anything about his impromptu return.

“Thanks…” You quickly snatched the picture, carefully tucking it into your pocket while using this excuse to keep your head down. With a small breath, you spoke once more, filling the tense silence before it would all end and you and the truck would disappear.

“Why are you here?”

“I…I shouldn’t have left in the first place.” You froze, your head snapping up at the sudden confession. Frantic eyes searched for any clues you could find within the anxious state of the man in front of you, any sign that your packing was for nothing. Yet the lingering doubt remained and as your teeth dug into your lip, you took a step back before wrapping your arms around your waist.

“You were a week early for filming. I’m sure they didn’t need you just yet. That’s why you’re here.”

“God damn it (y/n). You knew that’s not the reason why I came back.”

His harsh tone forced the tears to once more run down your skin as his concern made the possibility of the what-ifs less far-fetched. With a small confidence beginning to build, you tried to keep calm, letting Chris continue.

“When I left that day…I was angry. I know the whole baby talk was premature but I needed to know that you had the same goals as I did. When you didn’t, it just seemed like a deal breaker at the time. All I could see was a future without a little you or a little me. A little us…and I snapped. I wanted a family. After seeing how great my parents were, I wanted the same thing.” His voice cracked as he spoke the last word, quickly rubbing his eyes before trying to speak again.

“I had thought that was all I wanted but the farther away I got from home, the more I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else. When I pictured the family I had been longing to have, I couldn’t see anyone else as their mother. Before you say anything, yes, I know you don’t want kids and I’m ready to accept that. I’m ready to give up that family dream because (y/n)…all I want is you.”

With each word, the sobs you once tried to control had returned, your body shaking under their force. Unconscious steps brought you closer to Chris, giving him the chance to pull you into his arms. His tears hitting your shirt, he cracked, taking a shaky breath while trying to regain his wavering resolve to slowly whisper in your ear.

“I tried to picture my life without you but I couldn’t. How can I live without you being the first thing I see when I wake up? I want to hear your laugh whenever I crack a horrible joke. I want to see your face light up whenever I come home because as tired as I feel on the way back, it all disappears as soon as I can have you in my arms again. As long as I have you, I’m happy. (Y/n), I’ll handle not having a kid as long as I have you through it all.”

It was then that the two of you finally gave in the pain, letting each of you heal the other as you both collapsed into each other’s arms. Chris’ hands quickly moved your head, pressing his lips quickly to yours as if to emphasize the speech he had just made. Instinctively, your hands wound through his hair, pulling him in closer as you deepened the kiss, your body pressing flush against his.

Back in the embrace of your boyfriend, everything felt better. The heartbreak that you once considered to be a new permanent part of your life faded away as you felt your skin against his once more. As you finally pulled away, a small smile graced your lips as your forehead rested against his, watching as his own complexion copied your own. His strong arms holding your hips tight, he laughed, moving to rest his head upon your shoulder.

“I’m not letting you go. You’re stuck with this meatball.” The previous mood slowly becoming a distant memory, you finally laughed, the noise sounding choked but still there. As you quickly nodded, you moved away, wiping your eyes before clearing your throat and speaking. Your hand moving to rest on his cheek, you lifted his head to meet his gaze. 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Awww I can't wait for the next part of that Johnny imagine 😍😍😍😍

It’s coming soon! I promise!

Hello :) May I request a Johnny Storm imagine where you were his highschool love but then you lost contact somehow. Then one time during the attack of the silver surfer, you get inflicted in an attack and Johnny saves you but first doesnt recognize you. Just when you lay there unconcious in his arms he sees your bloody face and immediatly recognizes you then and he feels all the Feelings from the past. He cares for you and when you wake up you decide to give your love a second Chance ? :) Thanks

When I saw your request, I freaked out. This is my first Johnny Storm x Reader story! I was (and still am) so excited to write this for you! 

As I started writing it though, it seemed forced when it was condensed into a one-shot. It just didn’t seem right. I hope you don’t mind but I’m going to split your amazing request into three sections. 

The first part is here

I had originally written this section when I tried to condense it all. Of course, some of my old ideas (mainly how long each little section was supposed to be) were changed but I think this part worked well either way. It’s a little short but I promise it’ll get better!

Anyways, thank you so much for sending me a request. I really appreciate it!