Can You Do A Peter Parker X Reader One-shot Where The Reader Is The Female Version Of Johnny Storm/The

Can you do a Peter Parker x reader one-shot where the reader is the female version of Johnny Storm/The Human Torch and she enrolls in Peter’s high school and the other guys at school don’t know she’s dating someone and ask her out and she rejects them all and then to prove Peter’s hers, she passionately kisses him in front of everyone and she decides to be cheeky and grabs Peter’s butt with heated hands and Peter’s a blushing mess because she has never touched him like that before? No smut

Thank you for the request! I really appreciate it! 

At the moment, I’m only writing stories for:

Steve Rogers

Chris Evans

Johnny Storm

Frank Adler 

I’m thinking of adding more characters later but for now, if you have a suggestion for those four, please feel free to leave me a message! 

“It’s Cold, You Should Take My Jacket.”

Johnny Storm x Reader

Rating: T

Warnings: Innuendos?

(GIF, like always, is not mine) 

Summary: Reader meets Johnny

Author’s Note: #81 from this amazing prompt list. Feel free to message me a number with a character from my list! I’d love some input on what to write next! 

It was your first Winter in New York and you definitely underestimated the cold. You wrapped your arms around yourself, seeking comfort in the small warmth that came from your long sleeved tee. Your teeth chattered as you quickly made your way through the park, counting the steps until you made it back to the warmth of your apartment. But the odds were stacked against you. Every street light turned red the minute you walked close to it and your idea to take a shortcut through the park? It was just your luck that so many events were going on today, constantly blocking your path.

You cursed as you rubbed your arms, giving up on your brisk pace as you just gave in to the inconveniences. It was your fault anyways. You should have worn something warmer before you went out today. As you slumped down onto a nearby bench, you tried to catch your breath while rubbing your hands together.

“Cold?” You turned to the voice, not even noticing someone sat down next to you until he decided to speak up. He was gorgeous as he lay back against the cold park bench. His hands were tucked inside his leather jacket, his legs crossed and his body turned towards you. He smirked, no doubt holding back a laugh as his bright blue eyes shined.

You blushed, looking down as you fiddled with the sleeves of your shirt. “I’m used to warm weather. Much warmer weather.” You laughed. “Around this time of year, I’d still be lounging around in shorts and a tank top.” “Sexy.” Your head whipped towards him at the comment, watching as he quickly lifted his hands in defense as he laughed. “Hey. You put the image in my head.”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing as you moved to stand up and make the final trek towards your apartment. Before you could step away, his hand covered yours, the warmth from his touch seeming to travel down your body.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It just slipped out.” He held back a laugh as he gestured towards the bench. “Stay with me. Just for a little longer?”

You should have left. With how cold you were, you should have left him there and went home. But you couldn’t stop yourself from sitting down again, not once moving his hand that lay on top of yours. Gosh, he was so warm…

As if he read your mind, he finally moved his hand away, leaning forward to shrug off his jacket. He stood up, leaning over you as he draped his jacket over your shoulders. “It’s cold, you should take my jacket.”

“But what about you?”

“I’ll be fine.” He chuckled, going back to sit beside you as you looked at him in confusion. How could he be fine in this weather? You should have insisted he take it back. You should have taken the jacket off. But it was so toasty and whatever cologne he wore...it made you melt.

As you snuggled into the leather jacket, you smiled as you turned to face him again.

“So, used to warmer weather, huh?” He asked, scooting a little closer to you. “What brings you here then?”

“Work. If it wasn’t for the raise that came with the relocation, I’d still be soaking in the sun.” You smiled. “And what about you? You seem used to all this.” “I’ve been here for years. This is nothing.” He shrugged. “This is home. I can’t imagine living anywhere else. And besides, if I wasn’t here, I wouldn’t have met a pretty girl like you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Trying to get me in bed?”

“Depends. Is it working?” You sighed.

“And here I thought you were just being nice.”

“I’m kidding.” He laughed, grabbing your hand again. “I’m known for being quite a flirt. It’s kinda hard to stop.”

“Your charms aren’t working on me.” But the playful pout that appeared on his face from your words proved otherwise. You blushed, quickly focusing on his jacket again.

“How about one date then? Maybe I can change your mind.” “What happened to you ‘trying to stop being a flirt?’ Do you do this with all the girls you meet?”

“Used to. I’ve been trying to get my priorities straight recently. But...there’s something about you that just made me want to try my luck.” Your blushed darkened.

“After everything you’ve just told me, I’m not sure if I should take that as a compliment or not.”

“Compliment. Definitely a compliment.” He said and smiled, about to speak once more before his phone went off. He frowned, cursing the thing under his breath as he slid the phone from his pocket. Once he read the message though, his eyes went wide as he scrambled to his feet. He quickly looked around, his hands clenched into fists as he looked up. But his gaze finally landed on you before his body relaxed and instead, he started taking off in the opposite direction. All the while, he ran backwards while still trying to talk to you.

“Listen, I have to go. I’m sorry. It’s an emergency. Call me!”

“Wait! Your jacket!” You said as you hurry to your feet, trying to shrug off the jacket.

“Keep it! It looks better on you anyways.” He shouted, winking at you before he finally disappeared from sight.

Stunned from the recent events, you stood still. It wasn’t until someone shouted nearby that you looked up, seeing flames burst into the sky and disappear into the city. But you just walked back home, still reeling over the conversation you had with that gorgeous stranger. He never gave you his number. How the hell were you supposed to contact him?

It wasn’t until the next day did you know it was Johnny Storm. You stared at his picture in the newspaper on your way to the mall for more appropriate winter attire. You had unconsciously put on the leather jacket that morning and now, it felt like fate that you did. You smiled as you turned around, heading towards the Baxter building instead.

...Part 2?

Hi! I just found your blog today and I think I read everything you've written. They are all very good. I hope write more.

THANK YOU! 

I’ve been gone from Tumblr for so long that when I posted my latest story yesterday, I wasn’t sure if anyone still wanted to read my work. It made my day to get this message the first day I came back. 

Broke (Part 2)

Ransom Thrombey/Drysdale x Reader

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, spoilers (though I did change some of the plot), late night editing, and ANGST

Read Part 1 here!

Author’s Note: Part 3 coming soon! Maybe a series after that too. Depending on what you guys think of the end.

It’s been a month since you last spoke to Ransom. 

You knew your husband and his stubborn ways and gave him that long before you contacted a lawyer. Ransom would soon be given the paperwork filing for a legal separation. 

Perhaps it was too fast but so was the rest of your relationship with him. 

You dated two months before he popped the question. Which, you might add, he only did to prove a point. With the giant rock on your finger, everyone would know that you were his. But you knew how he felt about you and happily accepted his proposal. 

You married two weeks after that. With the criticism from his family, it was the perfect way to piss them off. Or so Ransom had said. Once more, you happily accepted the offer. He loved you. That’s all that mattered even if it made you a bigger target for his family’s insults. 

What a fool you were. 

His words since echoed in your mind, leaving your heart empty and your world numb. You had left signs for Ransom on where you would be. Even your best friend had outright told him you were staying with her but with still no sign of your husband, you quickly lost hope for the love you thought he had for you. 

So you took off your wedding ring, slipping it into the envelope that the lawyer delivered to Ransom. You listened to the insecurities that the Drysdales and Thrombey had been telling you for the past two years. How could you not? Ransom even agreed with them now. You were nothing but a mistake. You didn’t belong with them. So with the little pride that you had left, you faked a smile and continued on with your job. Only this time, your free time wasn’t spent with your husband. It was circling apartment ads you found in the newspapers while sitting on your friend’s couch which doubled as your temporary bed. 

It was a Saturday. With no class, you sat nursing a glass of wine, cursing your luck for leaving your laptop at your house. Or, was it your old house now? Sitting with your legs underneath the coffee table, you twirled the thick red marker in your hand as your browsed the listings for apartments. But even then, it was hopeless. With a loud sigh, you tossed the pen aside before laying your head against the cool glass table. 

You weren’t heartless. Once you left Ransom, you couldn’t find it in you to completely shut him out. You took pride that for years you’ve been saving money for the future but now? Every last cent went to paying off some of Ransom’s credit cards and bills. It wasn’t much and truth be told, he’d still need to sell some of his toys but it was enough to keep him stable until he found a solution. 

As much as you hated the bastard right now, you still loved him. 

But with your savings depleted and your paycheck barely enough for you to get by, you knew it would take awhile before you could save enough for a deposit on a good apartment. With a sigh, you pushed the papers aside, knowing that it was no use. You wouldn’t be leaving this lumpy old couch for awhile. 

As you glanced at your now empty glass of wine, one hand moving to the already half-empty bottle, you jumped when you heard a loud banging on the door. With a sigh, you rubbed your face as you pushed yourself up. Along the way, you knocked over the bottle, spilling the wine onto the tan carpet. 

“Shit. There’s another expense.” You mumbled as you ran a hand through your messy (h/c) hair while walking to get the front door. The banging never ceased, making your headache even worse as you screamed. 

“Alright asshole! I hear you. Just please...stop it already!” You grumbled as you finally threw the door open, a sharp gasp leaving your lips when you saw the familiar brown jacket. The very same one you remembered buying for your husband during your first Christmas together. 

Your hand fell from the door knob as you took a step back, finally getting a look at him. There he stood, in all his glory. His hand resting on the frame of the door, he looked at you with an impassive stare. Nothing was out of place. Not his designer clothes or his perfectly styled hair. He was thriving without you. At least, that’s what your negative thoughts said, ignoring the hint of remorse that lingered in his gaze. With a small groan, your hands clenched into fists as you rubbed harshly at your closed eyes. 

“You’re drunk (y/n). Fuck. He isn’t here.” 

“Of course I’m here. What the fuck is this?!” He said, breezing past you as he threw the paperwork the lawyer dropped off on top of the apartment ads you were once looking at. The ring was held in his hands though, shaking it in front of your face. 

“I see he finally dropped them off. Please tell me you signed them.” You said, giving up on the silly hope that this was all a dream. The last thing you needed was this. What you did need was for Ransom to apologize and sweep you into his arms but that would never happen.

“Like fuck I did. A legal separation?! YOU are my wife and…”

“Was.” You quickly interrupted him. “...Or well, in the process of it.” You threw your hand around, as if dismissing the topic as you moved to the kitchen to fetch some towels. Might as well clean the wine spill. Anything was better than to listen to Ransom’s tantrum. 

It was quiet, as if you stunned Ransom too much to continue the argument. The entire apartment fell into an uncomfortable silence as you kneeled down, spraying the stain before starting to scrub at the dark red spot. You didn’t know how much time had passed but he didn’t leave. You could feel his gaze on you the entire time. 

“You’re coming home.” That was as close to an apology as you were going to get. But it wasn’t enough. Not this time. 

“Like hell am I.” 

He growled at your words, taking a step towards you before he paused. “Is this about what I said? Stop acting so petty (y/n). Let it go.” 

You knew what he was doing. He wanted to get you angry. Anything would have been better than the almost dismissive way you were acting now. But you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction because the truth was...he was losing you. The hope you felt for this relationship was slowly fading after so much time left alone with your negative thoughts. 

“I put up with a lot of your shit Ransom. I gave up so much of myself to be with you.” 

“I didn’t ask you to do that.” He interrupted with a scoff. You only sighed at his response. 

“No. You didn’t. But I loved you enough to change to make you happy. I gave up things that mattered to me because I wanted to see you smile. But I guess, it wasn’t enough. Was it?” You paused, struggling to keep your tears at bay. “Here I am, sitting like a fool on my friend’s floor and you still won’t apologize to me. You let me stay here, thinking I was your biggest mistake. That everything I did for you, for our relationship, was for nothing. All because you can’t buy shit anymore? Was that the only reason I was there? To be your punching bag?” 

You quickly wiped away the few tears that fell, refusing to show him your pain as you continued. You winced as your voice cracked. “But it all ends now. I am not going back with you. I am not going to stop fighting for a separation. I am not going to push aside my own feelings and wants for you anymore.” You hesitated. “I think you need to leave.” 

“Not until you come home.” You laughed, the sound broken as you shake your head. You weren’t going to argue though. It was too much. 

“Goodbye Ransom. Please stop coming here. Just send the paperwork to the lawyer so I can finally be happy again.” 

You heard it. The short gasp from him that followed your last words. But he quickly hid it as he hurried to the door, slamming it on the way out. It was only when you heard him walking away did you finally break, your sobs echoing in the room as you collapsed onto the floor. 

He left behind the paperwork and as much as you wanted to believe there was hope, you lost faith in Ransom and his supposed love for you.

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