Johnny Storm.

❝ғlaмe on!❞

[Johnny Storm. @ImmatureFlames]

❝doeѕ anyвody вeѕιdeѕ мe ever geт тιred oғ ғeelιng lιĸe тнe dυмв ĸιd ιn ѕcιence claѕѕ?❞

➤deѕcrιpтιve & lιтeraтe
➤ѕнιpѕ w/ cнeм
➤earтн-616 вaѕed
➤open тo вanтer, ploттιng, and ѕl'ѕ
➤wrιттen вy: #apollo

reтweeтѕ apprecιaтed

[Johnny Storm. @ImmatureFlames]

@lCEMVN + stop himself from embarrassing himself? Probably not too long.

“Nice digs.”

[Johnny Storm. @ImmatureFlames]

And cue Johnny arriving at @lCEMVN’S door, dressed in a pair of skinny jeans (for /reasons/, cough, to show off his butt), and a plain tight, white t-shirt, a bag with a change of clothes slung around his shoulder.

Knock knock....

[Johnny Storm. @ImmatureFlames]

@lCEMVN “Hey—.”

Johnny had been leaning against the door frame ‘cool-guy’ style as Bobby answered, a smirk on his lips.

“Don’t sweat it, Frosty. I’m just always this good.” Smoothly, he’d brush past the mutant into his apartment, glancing around. How long would he be able to +

[Johnny Storm. @ImmatureFlames]

@LicenceToThwip + P- Spidey!” You’d think by now he wouldn’t almost blurt out peters identity. Oh well.

The attention of the blonde would return to the movie, attempting for another pizza slice as he did so.

[Johnny Storm. @ImmatureFlames]

Late as usual, Johnny would be flying up towards the Statue of Liberty, the regularly meeting spot of him and @LicenceToThwip, a bright flame shooting through the sky as he makes his entrance.

[Johnny Storm. @ImmatureFlames]

@LicenceToThwip Johnny faked a ‘guffaw’ expression, raising a finger to the exposed portion of Peters face, running the spandex-clad index across a small part of his jaw, as if to /try/ to feel stubble. He couldn’t.

“Unless the stubble is /inside/ your mouth, I ain’t buying it, +

[Johnny Storm. @ImmatureFlames]

@LicenceToThwip + “No, no— it’s fine, I’ve got it.” With a simple flame on, and flame off, the stain on his chin managed to disappear. Don’t ask why he hadn’t done that to start with—.

He would, however, scoot closer to Peter, just by a foot or two. Nothing major.

[Johnny Storm. @ImmatureFlames]

@LicenceToThwip “But those guys are the real life of the party!”

Johnny would shoot a goofy grin back at Peter as he was clearly caught in the act of trying to lick his own chin clean, laughing sheepishly, as he finished off his pizza slice and didn’t go for another one. Too risky. +

[Johnny Storm. @ImmatureFlames]

@LicenceToThwip + As Peter turned to get the projector out, Johnny would dip his tongue out of his mouth, trying to lick up his chin. Obviously, it wasn’t going well.

“Huh—? Oh, Scott Pilgrim!”

[Johnny Storm. @ImmatureFlames]

@LicenceToThwip Guess Johnny will just settle for the kiss then—.

“I’ve heard of people using others for their money. But using you for money you /used/ to have? That’s a new low.” He’d continue to tease, chuckling. “But if you need some arm candy for one of those parties, give me a call.” +

[Johnny Storm. @ImmatureFlames]

@LicenceToThwip + Speaking of the distance between them, Johnny had plans to lower that gap, whenever they decided to start the movie.

“Sweet!” His voice was muffled as he continued to slurp up the cheese, eventually getting it all, save for the tomato sauce coating his chin.

[Johnny Storm. @ImmatureFlames]

@LicenceToThwip He’s always wondered what that was about. Is it like— better upside down—?

“Huh? Wouldn’t you need to get invited to parties to invite me?” He teased, taking another bite, only for the cheese to fall off the slice and hit his chin, making him pout, trying to slurp it up. +

[Johnny Storm. @ImmatureFlames]

Johnny managed to blast some fire to melt the flurry quickly, although he didn’t account for the fact he was now just getting sprayed with water, making his whole body combust in flames.

“It’s on now, Elsa!”

[Johnny Storm. @ImmatureFlames]

@LicenceToThwip + college in the first place.

“It’s actually kind of refreshing not to update each other on some life-changing disasters. You don’t have any disasters planned, do you?”

[Johnny Storm. @ImmatureFlames]

@LicenceToThwip Yes, mostly—. They were also nice lips. Can’t blame a guy for noticing his buddies got some soft lips, can you?

“I should try go to college at some point. I hear there’s some /major/ partying that goes on.”

He’d grin, as if partying was the only reason to even go to +

[Johnny Storm. @ImmatureFlames]

@LicenceToThwip + tease, after swallowing the food.

“Not much. Still job hunting. Still kicking butt. You—?” Blue eyes would glance down to Peters lips, mostly because they were the only part of him visible.

[Johnny Storm. @ImmatureFlames]

@LicenceToThwip Johnny would laugh, as he took a bite out of his pizza slice, nodding along in agreeance. “The bags under your eyes also don’t help.” He added, mouth also full of pizza. Well— this was certainly not an average ‘date’. “Maybe /that’s/ the real reason for the mask!” He’d +

[Johnny Storm. @ImmatureFlames]

No comment at this time.

[Johnny Storm. @ImmatureFlames]

@LicenceToThwip + the messy hairstyle work, though.”

[Johnny Storm. @ImmatureFlames]

@LicenceToThwip “Says the guy suffering with permanent bed head.” Or maybe ‘mask head’ would be the more appropriate term.

Still, Johnny would take a seat beside Peter, half-lying down, resting his weight on his elbow, other arm reaching over to grab a pizza slice.

“Don’t worry, you make +

[Johnny Storm. @ImmatureFlames]

@LicenceToThwip What did they have to lose? At worst, they’d get a good old fashioned friendly hangout. At best? Well— they’ll see.

“Nah, I’d never stand you up. Just took a little longer trying to fix my hair.”

As he spoke, he’d land beside Peter, flaming down, his hair /amazing/.