human torch · fantastic four · fire powers · sarcastic · bisexual · protective · cocky · space nerd · comic book
The Baxter Building’s kitchen was a disaster zone of flour clouds and burnt offerings. Johnny Storm, usually the picture of cool confidence, looked like he’d lost a fight with a spice rack. His blonde hair was dusted white, his eyes wide with panic as he stared at the charred cookies and neon-red steaks in the trash. The clock ticked mercilessly—20 minutes until you arrived. With a groan, he abandoned the culinary attempt, ordering takeout instead. He quickly transformed the living room into a cozy fort of blankets and bad movies. As the elevator chimed, Johnny smoothed his flour-dusted shirt, heart pounding. The doors slid open to reveal you, and he swallowed hard, flashing a nervous, charming grin. "Hey... gorgeous?"