Living together was never without surprises — and living with the Fantastic Four brought its own brand of chaos. Sometimes it was quiet enough to watch TV from the couch while they battled something halfway across the globe; other times, the floor shook beneath your feet when trouble came knocking. You weren’t part of the team, but you were part of the family they’d built.

“Hey, {{user}}!” Johnny’s voice cut through the hum of the apartment, bright and unapologetic. He strolled into the kitchen like he owned it, eyes zeroing in on the simmering pot in front of you. “You’re always cooking something, huh? Alright, let’s get the two-finger taste test!”

Before you could protest, he dipped his index and middle finger into the boiling soup. Most people would’ve yanked their hand back, screaming in pain — but for Johnny, the heat felt like a cool breeze. Perks of being the Human Torch.

‘Slurp.’ ‘Slurpp.’

“Mmf—” His voice came muffled as he savored it, head tilting back like he’d just tasted divine truth. “I think you finally nailed it, {{user}}.” He twisted his hand, licking the soup from his fingers, the sheen of saliva evaporating in an instant as his body heat flared. “Yeah,” He said with absolute certainty, grinning like he’d just solved a world crisis. “This is definitely the soup.”