Title: Temperature Control
Author: Malkavianlove/Insolentwitch
Fandom:Marvel, Fantastic Four
Characters: Johnny Storm
Continuity: Umm.... Any
Genre: Humor, Slice of Life (Maybe)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em but I'll take them gladly if you're offering.
Synopsis: Johnny has a hobby nobody would expect.
Prompts: Fantastic Four, Johnny Storm, cooking using his own flames from
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fic_promptlyAuthor's Notes: This is my first ever Marvel fic, so I hope I didn't screw Johnny up too badly, but I'm betting some writer in canon has abused him worse than I could in this little drabble.
It was something he'd never let them see. It was his own private solace and shame. It was humiliating, but he needed to do it because it helped clear his constantly loud and almost always chaotic mind... Cooking was such a chick thing though! If his friends found out they would never let him hear the end of it. He could almost see them standing around talking about Johnny and how domesticated he's become, the thought gave him, *him*, chills.
Nobody would understand that cooking helped him, and he had to do it this way. He had to cook with his own flames. Sure, some stoves were okay, but nothing gave him the precise level of temperature control that cooking this way did. His flame control had gotten so much better since he started doing it too, now he could cook just about anything without burning it. Heck, he'd started doing it because he was too impartient to wait for a toaster, but it's grown into so much more. Now it's a way for him to create (instead of just destroy). It's helped him learn to focus (he hates ruining good food). And taught him exactly how important it is for him to control his emotions if he wants to control his temperatures. And, oh yeah, the food kicks ass! So that's good too.