Relationship: Johnny Storm x Reader
Warnings: just a short fluffy thing
Summary: Johnny decides to bother you while you’re trying to work in Reed’s lab and it takes a heart-skipping turn.
A/N: jeez who would've thought the f4 movie would bring me back here. anyways this is so short and silly and kind of stupid but i had some wine tonight and just got to writing so i hope someone enjoys
"Do you really not have anywhere else to be?" You asked before turning back to the equipment Reed had left out on the counter in his lab.
As his recently hired lab assistant, you had been instructed to observe his current testing and make the appropriate notes. It wasn’t much right now, just some scans on some materials he had discovered, but that didn’t mean you needed one Johnny Storm breathing down your neck in the process.
"Nope," he replied and plopped down in one of the lab chairs beside you. He started spinning in it and, every now and then, tapping your lab coat. "I am free for the afternoon. My to-do list has been completed. I can now relax and hang around my favorite lab assistant."
"Relax," you muttered to yourself. "I’m sure posing for another Teen Living photoshoot is just so incredibly exhausting."
"I’ll have you know, it can be incredibly taxing. Not everyone has the stamina for such a thing."
Against your better instincts, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh at that. You cursed yourself mentally. He always managed to get just under your guard, just right at your skin. It was aggravating mostly. You didn’t really want to be one of the thousands of other girls who throw themselves at the ever-delightful and dreamy Johnny Storm. But, at the same time, you couldn’t really shake him. He was your employer’s brother-in-law after all. And he had the full ability to come annoy you whenever he saw fit. This led you to see some other sides of him and, gosh, you sometimes couldn’t help yourself.
You cleared your throat and recorded the number that the machine in front of you spat out. You weren’t sure how to respond to Johnny now.
"You’re familiar with the magazine then?" He asked suddenly.
"I see it at the grocery store from time to time." A little bit of a lie. You may or may not have purchased a copy of it, but it was strictly out of curiosity, and Johnny wasn’t even on the cover. Did he have an article in there? Sure. But he was not on the cover.
"Your mouth says one thing, but your eyes say something else."
"My eyes are busy trying to work, Mister Storm."
"Oh, please. We’re past the formalities, aren’t we, sweetheart?"
You almost jumped out of your skin. "I don’t think you can call me that. That has to violate some labor laws."
"Fine, scratch that then," Johnny replied smoothly before sliding his seat closer to you. "How about I call you ‘sweetheart’ when you’re not on the clock? That won’t violate labor laws."
You wrote a few more quick notes in your notepad. "And how many girls will you be calling ‘sweetheart’ this week?"
You expected some hesitation or even laughter from him at your comment, but instead, his words were serious and calm. "Just the one I’m staring at right now."
Finally, you forced yourself to pry your eyes away from the lab equipment and face the seductive man beside you. He was…waiting. Watching you. All so very patiently. You actually had to respond seriously, apparently.
"You’re serious."
"As serious as a heart attack."
"Going on such dates might also violate labor laws—,"
Johnny chuckled. "Well, you don’t work for me."
"I—I guess maybe technically—,"
"Great," he said, cutting you off effectively and abruptly. "There’s a great little place just a block over. We can walk over there after your shift."
"Sure. Fine. I clock out at seven. I think I can spare one drink."
"Drinks and a meal. I don’t skimp on my dates, darling."
"Oh—Okay—,"
"Hitting on my lab assistant again, Johnny?" Reed Richards suddenly said from the doorway. You didn’t know if you were thankful or frustrated by his interruption.
Johnny shot you one of his famous, swoon-worthy smirks (one you very much saw in the magazines) before walking toward Reed. "Reed, I’ll have you know that we have a date planned."
Reed glanced at you, his eyes wide with surprise. "She caved."
"It’s just drinks."
"And a meal," Johnny called out as he was making his way to the lab exit. "See you at seven."
Once he was gone, you turned back to your assignment, fully aware of the curious Reed who was staring you down. You apparently traded one annoying Fantastic Four for another.
"You finally agreed to a date, huh?" Reed asked while you focused on your notes.
"I’m not talking about this with my employer," you muttered.
hauntology (hɔːnˈtɒlədʒi) • noun
the past that haunts the present. see also: list of things that can be haunted: houses, furniture, dolls, and me by him.
Of all the ways his life could go to shit, amnesia wasn't one that Buck had ever really considered, but with the trajectory of his life, he probably should have seen this one coming. The world's still exactly the same as it was yesterday; the sky is blue, the sun rises East and sets West, he's surrounded by people who love him and—
Relationship: Jack Abbot x Samira Mohan
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Samira and Jack are expecting their first child, which prompts Samira to propose the idea of going on a babymoon. Jack, of course, can never say no to her.
A/N: Cross-posted from ao3 once again. pushing my mohabbat baby agenda on main
It had taken some explanation on Samira’s part to get Jack on board. She was just over four months along in the pregnancy when she had proposed the idea. (It had taken some convincing herself, even. The workaholic she could be.)
"A babymoon?" Jack had asked, his brows furrowed in what Samira could describe as adorable confusion. "What on Earth is that? Is this your way of telling me I didn’t give you a good enough honeymoon?"
Samira had laughed and playfully swatted his arm. "No, of course not. A babymoon is just a way for expecting parents to have a little rest and relaxation before the baby arrives."
Jack had hemmed and hawed about it only briefly before taking it upon himself a few days later to book an all-inclusive island getaway. He did think it sounded nice, even if such a concept was a bit foreign to him. But he didn’t have to understand it to know Samira deserved a vacation.
Working in the emergency department was one thing, but working while pregnant? She was the definition of a trooper, inside and out.
It had all been scheduled for just before Samira would enter the seven-month mark of her pregnancy, and neither could really hide their excitement for the "first family trip," as they had started considering it. Their fellow doctors thought it sounded lovely, even Robby, who was, not too unlike Jack at first, confused about the concept.
"It’s a vacation before the baby arrives?" Robby had asked Jack.
Jack had nodded, unfazed. "Yeah, I think it’s some new thing."
But Robby scoffed. "How are you managing to keep up with her?"
That past conversation rattled around in Jack’s head as he watched his gorgeous wife and future mother of his child spread out on the lounge chair next to him. They were situated on the beach just far enough from the water. It was the first official day of their babymoon. Jack was already taken by the trip—or really, his wife and her stunning, glowing skin soaking up the sunshine. Her one-piece bathing suit stretched over her baby bump so beautifully. His eyes never left her as he took a sip of his margarita (alcoholic for him, non-alcoholic for Samira, per her insistence that he loosen up and have fun).
"Are you staring at me, Abbot?" Samira asked with her eyes still shut, body still facing the beating sun.
"Maybe," he replied. "Can’t a man admire his woman?"
"You can be so corny sometimes, you know that?"
"And yet you married me," Jack smirked and shifted to the edge of his chair. He placed a gentle touch on the baby bump. "How’s the little bean doing?"
"She is doing just fine," Samira said before opening her eyes and turning to look at her husband. "I think she’s happy to be on vacation."
"I’m sure he is doing great," Jack countered.
This back and forth has been an ongoing thing with them ever since they agreed to wait to find out the gender of their baby. Samira was convinced it was a girl, while Jack was sticking strong with his guess of a boy. They even forwent a gender reveal party, much to the dismay of many of their fellow emergency department doctors. The excitement of curiosity was quite intoxicating, especially since this was their first child.
Jack leant back on his chair and sighed. "How am I going to keep up with you two?"
Samira frowned, eyeing her husband. "You are going to be the greatest father ever, I know that for a fact. You’re already such a wonderful husband." Bridging their gap, she reached for his hand. He allowed it, and she gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Sometimes I feel a little crazy for welcoming a child at this age," Jack admitted. His voice had dropped a tone.
Samira shook her head. "Our child is never going to know anything other than love, stability, and happiness."
"You’re so certain," Jack noted before giving her hand a squeeze back. "You are going to be the best mother."
"Once again, you flatter me, Abbot."
"You love saying my last name as if it’s not your last name, too."
Samira gasped. "I never took it officially—,"
"Yeah, yeah," Jack said with a laugh, effectively cutting off her protest. "You’re my wife, you’re mine, which means we still share a name."
Samira let out a humph. "So old-fashioned," she murmured.
"Did you just call me old-fashioned?"
At the same time Jack proposed the question, Samira felt a light kick. "Yes, and your daughter seems to agree. She just kicked in response."
Jack lit up at that. He untangled their hands to place them back on the baby bump, completely disregarding the "old-fashioned" jab from his wife. The kicking continued, a few minutes in between each.
"Our son agrees, and he is going to be a soccer star with all this kicking."
"What if they want to go into medicine like their parents?"
Jack’s hand ran down Samira’s side and to her arm, rubbing up and down gently. "I think I can live with that, so long as it’s maybe not emergency medicine."
"That’s probably fair enough," she replied with a smile before leaning over, silently asking for a kiss. Jack happily complied.
Settling back into her seat comfortably, Samira reached for her nonalcoholic margarita, savoring the lime and salt. The perfect sourness. It had been one of her main cravings during her pregnancy. Which actually suddenly reminded her…
"Jack…" She said in a sing-song voice. Her husband gave her a look, already knowing what that tone meant. "I am craving something."
"And whatever could I get you, my dear?" He asked, dramatically but sincerely.
"Pickles would be nice."
"We’re at an all-inclusive resort, yet the baby wants pickles?"
Samira smirked and brushed a few stray curls out of her face. "I love you so much."
Jack had a slight blush to him as he stood, ready to go on his hunt for pickles. Despite his complaining, Samira and he both knew he was happy to abide by her wants and needs.
He placed a soft kiss on her lips. "I love you, too."
(featuring not an exact replica of the sequel to ROCKET QUEEN. the story has been revamped and rewritten, featuring some substantial changes.)
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see inside for lengthier description of trigger warnings, tagged per chapter. this series is not suitable for minors or readers uncomfortable with mature, sensitive topics. please exercise appropriate reader discretion.
[axl rose x oc] ♰ [izzy stradlin x oc]
RATED: EXPLICIT/MATURE.
STATUS: WORK IN PROGRESS — new chapters posted every friday.
I’m deciding if I should just post my book on Ao3 for now or on here because I don’t have the funds to publish it and I want people to read it and love it as much as I do. But i also know how different the writing space is now and not getting any sort of likes or comments on it might send me into a spiral of not wanting to publish it at all one day. Which would suck.
Edit: I made a patreon! I’ve posted Chapter 1 on there so far, I’ll post a few for free as well to get people interested! I do also have another tumblr on here that i’ve posted this info to as well!
