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Magnets

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Summary: After breaking up with you, you and Peter eventually find your way back to each other. (wc: 883)

The day Gwen Stacy died was a difficult day for many reasons. Peter had lost his best friend and had felt like it was all his fault. You had tried to convince him otherwise, but he wouldn’t listen, insisting that if he just moved quicker or did something, anything differently, then she would still be alive.

A week after that, he had broken up with you, scared that you would succumb to the same fate, scared that anyone even remotely close to him was in danger. That should his identity were ever to be revealed, his loved ones would be the first people to be targeted, and he couldn’t have that. He couldn’t risk losing you as well.

That was two years ago. Now, Peter Parker was standing a few feet away from you in the grocery store as you were contemplating saying hi, asking how he’s been. He must have sensed your staring because when he looked up from the gallon of milk he had been staring at for a bit too long, his eyes found yours instantly. Like they were always meant to be looking at you. Like a magnet finding its other half.

He smiles, sending you a small wave before pushing his cart towards you.

“Hi,” he says softly, as if he were greeting an old friend he hadn’t seen since high school.

“Hi,” you reply.

He stares at you for a few seconds, as if he weren’t expecting to ever see you again. You definitely weren’t expecting to ever see him again, settling for reading the paper and checking the news about Spider-Man to see if he was at least still alive.

There’s a beat of silence before you decide to break it.

“How are you?” You gently ask.

He blinks before replying. “Right… right, I’m doing good,” he trails off before continuing, “and how are you?”

You can’t help the small laugh that escapes you at his obvious nerves. Thankfully, he starts to laugh as well. “I’m good,” you tell him quietly.

He smiles, one you’ve missed seeing, before replying, “I’m glad. Really.”

There’s another beat of silence before he continues. “Hey, I just… I’m really sorry about breaking up with you cause of,” he pauses, waving a hand in the air at nothing, “y’know. It was just a lot, and I was scared about losing you. I didn’t want the same thing to ever happen to you, I don’t think I could live with myself if it did. So,” he trails off, looking up at you with sorrow written all over his brown eyes that you missed getting lost in.

“I get it,” you quietly reply. Because, in truth, you did get it. You understand why he was scared of something ever happening to you; it was a valid fear, especially when he is Spider-Man and is always running into danger. You sigh before replying, “I just wish I could have been there for you. That I could still be there for you.”

“I do too,” he whispered, hand twitching as if he wanted to grab hold of yours once again. Like two magnets trying their hardest not to go back to each other. “If you’re free, maybe we could go for coffee some time?” He asked hesitantly. And despite yourself, you agreed. How bad could one cup of coffee be?

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A week later, you meet at the coffee shop that the two of you used to frequent a lot when you were still together.

He arrived first, already saving you both a table near the back, waving a hand towards you when he noticed you walking in.

“Hi,” you say with a smile, moving to sit across from him.

“I didn’t think you’d come,” he replies in the form of a greeting.

You only laugh, because what else is there to do? Admit you thought about not coming until the very last second?

The two of you fall back into easy conversation, catching up on each other’s lives, laughing over old memories, just enjoying each other’s company, really.

“I’ve missed this,” you say quietly, so quietly you wouldn’t have thought he heard you if it wasn’t for his sharp intake of breath. And then–

“I have too.”

You reach over the table for his hand, taking his hand in yours. Magnets finally connecting once again.

“I’ve missed you,” he confesses, squeezing your hand.

You squeeze his hand back. “I’ve missed you too.” A pause, then. “Do you… Do you want to try to make things work again?” You ask it before you can convince yourself not to, before you can backtrack against it.

But then his thumb is rubbing over your knuckles like it used to, and he’s looking at you the same way he did all those years ago, and you know you asked the right question. “I think I do,” he replies softly, almost as if he were scared to admit it.

He’s still scared of the possibilities, you know he is, but he’s still willing to try to work things out again. And so you agree, “I do too.”

His smile mirrors the one you know is etched across your face as he raises your joint hands, pressing the smallest kiss to them before letting them rest together on the table again.

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imsogonesposts · 2 days ago

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peter parker masterlist!

Magnets: After breaking up with you, you and Peter eventually find your way back to each other.

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i love you finnick odair

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( ☆ ) . * hey, pretty-pretty from across the room . . . got somethin' sticky sweet for you !!

f!cheerleader!reader x eddie munson — eddie munson masterlist

starry’s sweets — order #021

ask : “Hey love 🖤 could I have a medium toffee cake with honey topping and chocolate sprinkles 🖤” — @cheesesandwichsanto

summary : eddie munson kind of freaks you out. but you haven’t played dungeons and dragons since you were a little kid and you sort of miss it, so when lucas asks you to fill in the empty spot at their table, you say yes before you can stop yourself.

warnings : possibly mildly inaccurate descriptions of dungeons & dragons rules and structure bc i just went off of how i play 5e rather than researching 1e/AD&D bc why would i do that, they get freakay in the dm's chair, i just dont write them getting freakay in the dm's chair, but i DEFINITELY write them making out sloppy style in the chair so you've been warned, slightly assholish eddie munson, LET IT BE KNOWN THAT READER IS 18. eddie is a super senior </3 so he’s like 19 or 20 READER IS AN ADULT I’M TRYING TO MAKE THIS AS NOT CREEPY AS POSSIBLE

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You’re the picture of perfection. All pom poms and ponytails and Blondie and Kate Bush cassettes playing while you giggle with your friends. No boyfriend, because dating anyone who isn’t a basketball player would be social death for you, but most of the guys on the team who are your age suck. Luckily, senior year meant freedom. Only nine months of hell left, and you’d be free.

Despite being all glittery eyeshadow and lipgloss, you have a soft spot for geekier activities. As a child, you’d get handed off to your uncle many times while your parents had date nights to “keep the romance alive,” as they would call it.

As your uncle would babysit, he’d also show you the stuff he likes. Music like Black Sabbath or Iron Maiden, sending you home in a too-large t-shirt for some metal band that hung like a dress on your 6 year old frame. You didn’t wear these shirts out in public anymore, having replaced them with pastel blouses and flowy dresses. They stayed in your closet though, you wear them to sleep still, and pictures of a child-you in these shirts still pinned on your wall with colorful thumbtacks.

Sometimes, when you stayed the night with your uncle, he’d have some of his friends over. They’d drink beers and you’d drink sparkling apple cider, while they all taught you how to play Dungeons & Dragons. You’d visit your uncle every other Saturday, unofficially being apart of his D&D table, but you dropped it after middle school. He was disappointed when you broke the news to him, of course, but he understood. You’re a prissy preppy cheerleader now, you had a reputation to uphold.

It’s not like you didn’t miss the hobby, you definitely did. The rolling of dice and the rowdy cheers when someone would finally land the final blow onto the BBEG. But you needed friends your own age, not men in their late thirties that your uncle knew from college, and unfortunately, none of your cheerleader friends or their basketball player boyfriends were into that sort of stuff.

You never thought you’d ever play again. Your pretty sets of dice gifted to you across birthdays and holidays stayed in a jar on your desk. Your old character sheets with your elf bard Princess Cupcake—created 1976, when you were 8 years old, level 10—and your human fighter, Lavinia—created 1979, when you entered middle school and your Shakespeare phase at age 11, level 15—were somewhere in the bottom of a desk drawer, yellowed and wrinkled with age.

But then Lucas Sinclair came up to you while the basketball team and cheer squad were sharing the court for practice after school one day as you’re sitting on the bleachers, drinking water like a lifeline before touching up your lipgloss and neatening your ponytail. He’s a sweet boy, one of the more tolerable ones on the basketball team, but you never really talked, so you give him a slightly confused look as he comes up to you.

“Hey!” he says a bit awkwardly, as if he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself.

“Hm? Can I help you?” you ask, trying for a friendly smile to reassure him you won’t bite.

“So— this might be a weird ask— but I play Dungeons & Dragons with some friends after school and we’re down one person at our table. I feel like you’re the only person here—” he gestures around the two of you at the cheerleaders and jocks around the gym “—that wouldn’t laugh in my face if I asked you to join us, maybe? Just for tomorrow; one of the other guys has a family thing so we’re down a player. Maybe longer if it works out well and you want to. But really, it would just be temporary. A substitute, basically. We’d go easy on you and everything, teach you all the rules and stuff—”

“I know how to play, Lucas,” you interrupt him to say.

“Really? You do?” he asks, looking as if he doesn’t believe you.

“Yeah. Used to play when I was younger. As Princess Cupcake,” you recall. “I won’t be bringing her to the table though, don’t worry. Who’s in this group anyway?”

“A few of my friends, other freshmen, so I don’t think you’d know them. Uh— you know Nancy Wheeler?” You nod in confirmation so he continues, “Yeah, her brother, Mike, that’s one of my friends. And Eddie Munson’s the DM, and a few guys from his band play with us too.”

You snort. “What? The one that makes fun of basketball all the time? Sure, I’d love to play a game with him.”

“He’s not that bad.”

“Isn’t this his third go of senior year?”

Lucas doesn’t answer, instead diverting the conversation. “It’s tomorrow in the auditorium, right after school. Can you come?”

You sigh, grabbing your pom poms and standing. “Sure, why not. But you owe me a soda or something after the game on Saturday.”

“Deal,” he confirms with a nod.

The next day, after school ends and most people stream out to their cars or to their awaiting parents, you instead make your way to the auditorium. You’re not surprised by the fact that it was all boys around the large table, with their minis and pizza and sodas. You sit in an empty chair, between Lucas and the DM himself, setting down your character sheet (a fresh one, a revamped version of Lavinia) and a Tupperware container of homemade cookies.

“Hi,” you say as you sit, not sure how to greet everyone.

“Lucas. This is who you brought to the table?” Eddie asks, sounding almost offended as Lucas just shrugs in response.

“Excuse me, I’m right here,” you say.

“Oh, I’m sorry, princess,” he pouts mockingly. “I just didn’t think someone as frilly as you could stomach the scary demon game. Forgive me?”

“I’ve been playing the scary demon game since I was a kid,” you tell him. “Princess Cupcake has far been retired now.”

“Yeah? And who are you now?”

“Lavinia Wiltshire. A human noble girl who ran away from her family and arranged marriage and trained instead to fight. Level 15 Fighter, a little homebrewed since I first used her in my uncle’s campaign. Don’t tell me you guys don’t allow some light homebrew,” you mimic Eddie’s pout from earlier. “I brought my own dice.” You set down a wooden box with full sets of shimmery dark purple and green dice.

Eddie doesn’t respond, just stares for a bit before taking your character sheet without asking, prompting a “Hey!” from you.

When he ignores you and just starts reading over your character sheet, you huff and turn to the others. “I brought cookies,” You offer to everyone else. You don’t give one to Eddie.

“These are really good!” a curly-haired boy says, munching down on one of your cookies. “I’m Dustin. Welcome to the table.”

You smile, grateful that at least there are two people there that appreciate your presence. You introduce yourself and get bombarded with names you know you’ll struggle to remember. “Glad you like them, made them myself last night.”

“Don’t I get to have one?” Eddie asks, giving you back your character sheet.

“No,” you answer simply. “Can we play now?”

The session stretches on for hours, and despite you having to ask many of the guys what their names were multiple times over, you felt like you were right back home again. Rather, instead of sparkling cider in your hand, it was a can of room-temperature Coke. And instead of a little girl squealing “Yay!” as her sparkly pink d20 lands on a twenty, it’s you and a bunch of teenage boys cheering as you shout “Fuck yeah, Nat20!” as your hand slams onto the table in victory.

You roll your damage and hear the sweet sound of the DM asking you “How do you kill him?”

“I sneak up to behind the mindflayer and stab it right in its head, tearing its skull open with my sword and pulling out its brain with my bare hands. I throw the brain to Percy. Does he eat it?” you ask, referring to the party’s pet, a baby griffin.

“Hey, you can’t just feed Percy a brain,” one of the guys, Gareth, you think, objects.

“He’s a growing boy,” you insist.

“Odds he leaves it, evens he eats it,” Eddie decides, rolling something behind his screen. “Twelve, Percy’s going to town on the brain. I think that’s a good place for us to end? Unless there’s any downtime stuff you guys want to do?”

A few of the guys try to loot the mindflayer, the session ending on a satisfying note as they all pool out to go home. You stay behind after packing up your things, helping Eddie throw out the empty pizza boxes and soda cans.

“You don’t have to stay, you know,” he says, watching as you collect cans from the table.

“I know. It feels wrong leaving you here to clean this all up on your own, though,” you shrug, unceremoniously dumping them in the recycling bin. You retrieve your container of cookies, taking out the last one. “One left. We can split it,” you say, breaking it in half and offering it to him, munching on your own half.

“How generous,” he says sarcastically, taking a bite of it from your fingers. “You did better than I thought you would,” he admits through a mouthful of cookie.

“Yeah, well, serves you right for underestimating me,” you say haughtily, flipping him off playfully. “Fuck you,” you say, not really meaning it.

“You want to?” he asks.

You laugh in response, thinking he’s joking, but he eats the rest of the cookie from your hand, lips momentarily wrapping around your fingers. “You’re serious?” you ask.

He chews and swallows as he nods. “Yeah, I’m serious. Come on, one time thing, no strings. And I pinky promise not to tell anyone. Wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation, after all.”

“What? You got another dungeon you wanna show me or something, Dungeon Master?” you ask jokingly.

“Depends. You wanna see it?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows, making you snort into your hand,

“God, you’re fucking gross, man,” you say through your laughs, moving to continue cleaning.

Eddie stops you with a hand grabbing onto your wrist, tugging you back so your back is pressed flush against his chest. “I’m being serious,” he says, voice lowered. He’s leaned in close and you can feel his breath against your neck, can barely feel his lips brush against your skin. “Tell me to stop and I will, promise. But I really don’t want you to.”

“What? Wanna finally fuck a cheerleader before you get out of here?” you ask, turning around in his hold to face him.

“Maybe,” he shrugs, hands having a light hold on your hips now. “But maybe I also think it’s really rare to find such a pretty girl who’s also into nerdy shit and I find that extremely hot.”

“Wait until you see my cassette collection,” you say sarcastically.

“What? Blondie and Madonna?”

“Metallica and Ozzy,” you correct. “I mean, the ladies are there too, but they’re all intermingling.”

“You just got so much hotter,” he says, laughing a bit breathlessly.

“Wish I could say the same for you,” you sigh dramatically. “You’re just a freak who couldn’t graduate high school on time.”

“Come on. Don’t tell me you don’t have a thing for older men,” he jokes. “Besides, you insulting me is only turning me on more.”

“You’re gross.”

“You’re into it.”

“So what if I am?” you ask, giving him a sugary sweet smile.

Eddie leans in closer but pauses, asking simply “May I?” You give a barely-percetible nod and his mouth is on yours. He doesn’t take his time with you, it’s all tongue and teeth and saliva. It’s disgusting, And you don’t want him to stop.

You only pull away when you need to breathe, your chest rising and falling rapidly, and you don’t miss the way his eyes linger on it before moving back up to look at your face. He grins at the sight of your flushed cheeks and slightly smudged lipgloss, tugging you along with him as he sits back in his Dungeon Master’s throne, pulling you into his lap to straddle him as he leans back in the chair.

“Gonna make me do all the work?” you pout, hands sliding up under his shirt, nails dragging along his stomach and ribs.

“As long as you promise to be mean,” he says, “it gets me going.” He wiggles his hips under you, hands finding their place on your thighs to keep you in place.

“I will leave you here with blue balls,” you half-heartedly threaten, ridding him of his shirt.

“Oh, yeah, just like that, baby,” he says, fake-moaning dramatically.

You can’t help but laugh at his ridiculousness, swatting at his shoulder as you toss his shirt aside. “Shut up,” you say, moving to kiss him again.

“You like it,” he argues into the kiss. “You think I’m goofy and endearing,” he says, sighing as your lips attach to the side of neck, kissing and biting and sucking downwards.

“When did I ever say that?”

“You don’t have to. I see it in your eyes.”

You ignore his remark, finger tracing over a tattoo of a spider on his chest. “You’ve got a lot of these,” you muse.

“You like them? I’ve got more that only a select few get to see,” he says, taking your hand in his and moving it down to his belt.

“I feel so lucky,” you huff, lips seeking his again as your hands make quick work of his belt and jeans.

After your little tryst, you end up with a bit larger of a mess than you started with, both Eddie’s prop throne and the D&D table thoroughly desecrated, defiled, and disgraced. You take the liberty of wiping everything down and, ever the gentleman as he is, Eddie walks you to the parking lot.

“You got a ride?” Eddie asks as you exit the school building.

“I usually ride home with Chrissy after practice. I’m sure I could call my mom to pick me up today, though,” you say, nodding over to the pay phones nearby. “I’ve got quarters.”

“Or,” he says, “I could give you a ride and we can make a pit stop at my place. I can show you that dungeon you asked about.”

“That being?”

“My shitty mattress in a trailer park,” he explains simply. “I can make you dinner. I make great SpaghettiO’s.”

“I thought this was going to be a one-time thing. No strings and all.”

“One night doesn’t mean we only have to do it once,” he argues. “At least let me drive you home if you don’t want to come by my place.”

“I’ll go to yours,” you surrender, “on the condition that we are not having SpaghettiO’s for dinner. We can stop by a fast food place.”

“Deal,” Eddie agrees. Before he leads you to his van, you seal it with a kiss.

a/n: ok so i lied and did some research on AD&D2e while writing this mostly just to see if my classes were period accurate and LOWKEY i think the duffer brothers just used 5e rules or some other modern dnd structure for the show too bc i swear erica's lady applejack is a rogue which was not available as a class in AD&D2e not even in unearthed arcana the closest she cldve been would be thief anyway dnd rant over. also btw the only reason i used AD&D2e was bc there's NOTHIGN on the fucking internet for AD&D1e so like close enough bitch dont @ me

i feel like some of the dialogue for this is cringe as fuck btw so like soz but also. they're playing dungeons and dragons. dialogue during a dnd game is just Like That i know from first hand experience. anyway. baby's first eddie munson fic!

taglist 🏷️ : @nozhdyved @loveution @daisyjonesgf

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i don’t watch tsitp but anytime i see anything about the show i get so pissed off because what is that girl DOING what is she THJNKING

#she makes me so upset #my thoughts

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aww this is so cutie

Two heartbeats

Pairing: Johnny Storm x reader Word Count: 4.9k

Description: You agree to help Reed test his new baby scanner for Sue, so he can collect some baseline data from a non–pregnant woman. But when the screen lights up with a tiny heartbeat, you realize you’ve got some crazy news to break to Johnny.

Tags/warnings: established relationship, mildly soft Reed, Johnny hovering, accidentally finding a pregnancy, panicking over it, comfort, Johnny finding out, fluff, funny and domestic moments <3

Note: all I can say is writing this was so entertaining and heartwarming, there’s just something about the idea of Johnny being a dad😭. Hope you enjoy! 🫶🏼

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The bright lab was mostly quiet, except for the soft humming sound coming from the machine next to you. You sat perched on the edge of a white, medical style platform that looked more intimidating than it probably was. Reed sat on a stool to your left, completely focused on adjusting the controls of his latest invention, a fancy scanner meant for prenatal imaging. You were there as his control subject, since he needed to "create a baseline from a non gestational female", his words. Sue's scan was scheduled for later, if everything worked as expected.

Or at least, that was the plan.

"Alright. The scanner is all set, I'm ready when you are," Reed announced, turning around halfway on his stool to look at you through his thick frame glasses. "Are you comfortable there?"

"I am, actually," you smiled, settling back until your full body rested on the soft leather surface, which, surprisingly, began to warm slowly beneath you. "It's ... warm."

A smile almost ghosted his mouth, but he turned back to the sphered monitor before it could fully form. “Sue tends to get cold in here. I believe adding this feature will make her more inclined to agree to my scans.”

You only gave him a knowing smile. Reed was… Reed, after all.

He wasn’t always able to express care with words, his sentences were more likely to contain statistics or hyper logical reasoning about even the tiniest of details no one noticed or cared about, but his actions spoke louder than words. It was all about the little accommodations, the quiet fixes, the way he noticed discomforts around the building before anyone voiced them. This time was no exception, he didn't think twice about adding a heating feature to the scanner’s seat when his wife had complained about the lab feeling like a freezer last time.

"I bet it's not warmer than me, though," a voice chimed in next to you, and you couldn't help but chuckle.

Ah, yes … Johnny.

Your ever loving boyfriend, who couldn’t stand being more than ten minutes away from you and insisted on being present for this “fake scan” so he could practice holding your hand for future real ones.

Because in his mind, you were in his future that way, not a single doubt about that.

The baby making. Especially, the baby making. The big surprise. The bun in the oven. The endless scans for ultrasound pictures he’d stick to the glass windows of your shared bedroom. The restless nights outweighed by the giggles from a little him ... a little you.

Not today, but maybe one day.

Definitely one day.

And in that hothead of his, he thought what better preparation than watching his brother in law micromanage Sue’s pregnancy through you? At least he could have a little fun with it.

So, naturally, Johnny invited himself to the session. Dragging an extra stool to the lab, sliding on your right side, elbows braced on the platform. His hand found yours as soon as you set your body down.

"You know I can warm you up anytime you want, babe," Johnny shrugged innocently, but his tone was playful as always.

You turned to him amused, a smile already on his face as he leaned definitely way too close to your face, and quickly stole a peck from your lips, earning a soft laugh from you.

Reed sighed next to you, wishing he'd asked you to try the machine in the early hours of the morning before Johnny even woke up. It was his fault after all, he should've known better than bringing it up in front on him. Now he'd have to make it work while you got distracted by ... your distraction.

You instantly noticed his demeanor shift, and gently slipped your hand from Johnny's grasp to lay it flat on the bed, blowing a kiss to him when he opened his mouth to complain. He instantly grinned in triumph, pretending to catch it and placed it over his heart. At least that would keep his hands to himself for a moment.

"All ready now, Reed," you said, offering him an apologetic smile, and he nodded.

"Okay, we're ready to begin. Please just don’t talk," Reed said, his eyes on the display as he pressed buttons, "and try to avoid any unnecessary movement, both of you," he turned slightly, looking over his glasses to glare at your hovering boyfriend.

Which was, unfortunately, a straight dare for Johnny to lean closer against the platform beside you, the corner of his mouth curving into a grin.

"You hear that babe? No unnecessary movement. Don't breathe, not even a little," he said in the most serious tone he could use. "... except if you wanna, you know, lean on me a little," he winked, then nudged your shoulder with his. “I wouldn’t mind.”

You tried not to smile this time when he wiggled his eyebrows, for the sake of the test and the remaining of Reed's sanity, which only made him grin wider.

"Johnny," Reed scolded without looking up, "I need her still, and I need quiet so I can concentrate."

"Hey, I'm just here to supervise," Johnny protested. "Make sure you're not poking her with anything weird."

If there was something Johnny loved almost as much as you and space, it was rage baiting his brother in law. And the worst part was, that no matter how incredibly intelligent Reed was, it seemed to work every single time.

"I'm not poking her with anything,” Reed snapped, sighing afterward. "Can you at least step back a little so I can–"

"Nuh-uh, not a chance in the world," Johnny interrupted. "I'm here for emotional support, you know, a dad being present –Ow. Babe!" you elbowed him lightly in the ribs, which made him gasp.

"First of all, you're not a father. This is purely for data gathering purposes," Reed objected without missing a beat, "and you're only here because you followed her in.”

"Yeah yeah, semantics, whatever," Johnny shrugged, raising a hand to dismiss him and turned to you. "Hey, you hungry, princess? I could get you something."

"I'm fine, Johnny," you shook your head, smiling at the gesture, then raising your hand to press a finger on his lips. "Now, shh."

You caught Reed rubbing the bridge of his nose, muttering something about how he should have asked literally any other woman in the planet who didn't have Johnny Storm joint at their hip.

"The sequence is starting now. I just need five minutes," he sighed for the fourth time in three minutes, and then pressed a few more buttons, his posture stiffening. "Please Johnny, just five, no more talking."

"Alright, alright. I can be quiet for five minutes," he raised his hands in surrender, finally leaning back.

It lasted five whole seconds.

"So," he began, leaning toward you again. "Tell me about the first time you saw me."

You sighed at the question Johnny liked to ask at least once a week. You were happy to answer it every time, just not in front of his brother in law. So you put a hand on his chest to push him back a little, before Reed's patience snapped completely.

"Johnny, angel, you know what? Actually I am hungry," you said, playing with the fabric of his shirt. "I am craving some oranges."

"Oranges?" Johnny's whole demeanor shifted, still grinning, but now with that eagerness to please you sparkling in his eyes.

"Yes, fresh ones," you nodded, slightly biting your lip. "Pretty please?"

“You got it, fresh ones from the market," he grabbed your hand from his chest and placed a kiss on it, making you chuckle once again.

Why was he so annoyingly sweet?

Satisfied with your reaction, he got up from his stool, the little seat's wheels rolling back as he made his way to the elevator's doors. Not without turning around halfway, looking at you while pointing accusingly at Reed.

"Don't let him poke you with needles or draw blood from you. I will sue," then he winked at you, backing to the elevator. "Give me five minutes, ten tops."

And after a shameless wink, the elevator doors slid closed, and he was gone. Leaving a very relieved Reed alone with his scan and you trying very hard not to laugh at the way he exhaled like he'd been holding his breath under water this whole time.

"Thank you," he said genuinely, turning back to his controls. You just hummed in acknowledgment.

You held your breath as the machine made a louder hum, a halo of pale blue light swept over you from head to toe.

"You can breathe normally," Reed said, noticing your stillness. "Just don't move anything else, please."

You let your gaze wander over the colorful room while the scanner did the work. There were gadgets on every counter, Sue's latest ultrasound printed and stuck on the corner of Reed's giant blackboard, a mug that said 'Fantastic dad' that Johnny told Ben to buy Reed as a joke but he wholeheartedly gave it to the man. You smiled at the memory.

The thought of Sue and Reed’s baby being there in a just a months was amazing and terrifying at the same time, and it wasn’t even yours.

And now that Johnny wasn't hovering anymore, and Reed's focus was solely on the screen in front of him, the quiet of the room allowed you to think about what Johnny said earlier.

'A dad being present'

There was a time where you thought something like that was impossible due to his altered DNA, but Sue and Reed had shown you the possibility was still there.

And the more you thought about it, the more it made you want to build that with Johnny. It wasn't a crazy idea, not at all, but it was something you'd projected into the far future.

Definitely one day.

"Huh," Reed's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, his eyebrows furrowed as he leaned closer to the screen.

"Something wrong with the machine?" you asked, trying to not make a big fuss about it, it was a new equipment after all.

He didn't answer immediately. Just tapped his keyboard twice, then leaned even closer, eyes squinting and his whole expression sharpening. The scanner made another low pass over your midsection.

"Hmm," there it was, another weird monosyllable.

"That's a suspicious 'hmm'," you said, sitting up a bit straighter.

"Not suspicious at all," Reed said quickly. "Just interesting ... please lean back down, it's not done."

His fingers moved over the console again, adjusting settings. The scanner passed over you once more, slower this time, and you noticed a small, unconscious shift in his posture. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, blinked at the display, then adjusted the image like maybe the machine had made a mistake.

Again.

"Okay, you're being really weird now. Even for you, Reed," you half joked, hoping that would ease the sudden nerves invading your body.

"I just … wasn't expecting to see–" he paused, hesitating, glancing toward the door as if Johnny might burst in at any second.

"See what?" you pressed, fully panicking now.

The machine beeped softly with results for the third time, like it was confirming whatever he'd already noticed the first. Then Reed suddenly stood up from his stool and paced in his spot, folding his arms.

"There are certain... biological markers. In fact, they're very specific markers. I'd like to run the scan one more time to confirm."

"No. No more scans," you fully sat up now, suddenly understanding Sue's dread of those. "Just tell me, is there something wrong with me?"

Your tone actually made him jerk his head in your direction, shaking his head profusely.

"No," his voice was quiet but certain. Not comforting either, though. "No, absolutely not."

"Then what is it?"

Reed hesitated, eyes fixing back on the screen. "It's... actually the opposite," he said slowly. His voice wasn't that detached this time, it was still Reed, still cautious, but there was something... warmer underneath.

"Something right, then?"

"Quiet for a moment," he mumbled, pressing the console again. "I want to be sure."

So you stayed still, your heartbeat ringing a little faster in your ears. The scanner made one last pass over your body, beeping one last time with the same results apparently, because Reed stepped back, took a long breath, and blinked a few times like he was pulling himself back into the room with you.

He wasn't exactly expecting to be the first to find out about... that. Now how on earth was he supposed to break news like that? None of his infinite doctorates qualified him to do so.

Reed stalled for a few more seconds, before reaching to the sphere monitor and rotating it in your direction.

"Look at that," he said, pointing to the screen, his voice slightly softer than usual.

On the screen, a small flicker pulsed steadily in the center of a grainy blue and white colored image. You stared at it for a few seconds.

Was that? … No. No it couldn't be.

"...My heartbeat?" you chuckled weakly, because the alternative your head was suggesting was just not possible.

Not right now. Definitely not right now.

Reed arched a brow, his gaze instantly softening. He knew how this part felt. The first moments of denial. The surreality of it. So he approached it as gentle as his capabilities allowed him to.

None of his education had prepared him for something like this, but you were family, even more so now, so he tried his best to use his heart this time instead of his brain. As absurd as that sounded to someone like him.

"It is a heartbeat, and technically, it's yours too. Or, well, more like a part of you."

You stared at it again. That flicker. The steady, insistent beat. You knew what it meant, of course you did, but the words got stuck in your throat and refused to come out.

"Look," Reed took off his glasses, pointing with the frames higher up in the torso scan. "Your heartbeat is here," and then pointed back lower, "and this one is smaller ... much smaller."

Reed studied your face as you kept quiet, something warm blooming in his chest despite his usually clinical nature.

Two 'fantastic babies' this year. Huh. He hadn't seen that coming. Couldn't have predicted it with equations in a million years.

"Okay," you said finally, too casually.

"Just okay?" Reed almost chuckled this time. "You do understand what I'm showing you, correct?"

"Yeah. I... yeah," you nodded slowly, letting out a deep breath. "I'm ..."

But you didn't say it. Couldn't. Because saying it out loud would make it real. And right now, you weren't ready for real. Not without Johnny by your side.

Right. Johnny.

Who wasn't there to hold your hand through it.

Oh my God. How were you gonna tell him?

He was, after all, your emotional support. But who was gonna be his when you were panicking? Oh my god. What if he panics too? Would he be ready? Would you be ready?

All of a sudden, that 'one day' wasn't so far away anymore.

You didn't even notice your breathing had gone shallow until Reed's voice caught your attention.

"Breathe," he said, not commanding, more like a reminder.

"I am breathing," you looked up at him, chest going up and down rapidly.

"Not enough," he replied. Then, in a move that was so unlike him, he reached for your hand. His palms were warm, not as warm as the ones you were used to, but it helped somehow. His hands pressing yours just enough to let you know he wasn't letting go unless you wanted him to.

"Follow me," he said. He took a slow inhale, visibly lifting his chest, and let it out in a slow exhale. "Again."

You tried your best. Inhale. Exhale. It died in your throat halfway out a few times. But he waited, patient as ever, until you tried again. And again. Until the fifth breath felt a little less jagged.

"It's normal to be scared," he said, when your breathing slowed down. "When Sue told me she was pregnant, I–I almost passed out. And that was after two years of planning for it."

Instantly realizing what he confessed, he cleared his throat, before looking at you more serious for a moment.

"Don't tell Johnny," he asked.

A shaky laugh escaped you, and it loosened something in your chest. You shook your head in reassurance. He nodded grateful.

"I know this is... a big pill to swallow. Terrifying, even. But it doesn't have to be faced alone."

Your eyes got glassy before you could stop them.

"We're all a family," Reed continued, repeating what was always said by the others, not much by him, if ever. "Which means your child will never have to go without place to feel like home, or without love. Not with all of us around."

A tear did fall from on your cheek this time, and you let go of his grip to wipe it before Johnny came back.

Oh, Johnny.

Just thinking about him being a father, a dad who is present, his blonde disheveled hair at midnight as he warms baby bottles with his own hands, a tiny bundle sleeping on his chest enjoying the impossible warmth irradiating from his skin. Him playing peek a boo with the funniest faces he can think of.

And for the first time since you saw that flicker on the screen, you believed, if only for a second, that maybe this wouldn't be the end of the world.

"I'm pregnant," you finally said it, the foreign words leaving your lips in a whisper.

Reed's eyes softened, the smallest smile forming in his mouth.

"You're pregnant," he echoed, just as quietly, like repeating it would help you both absorb the reality. He straightened a little, half turning to his machine. "I'd still like to make some more formal scans–"

"Reed."

"I know, I know. Sorry," he apologized, letting out a dry chuckle while shrugging, "but it's ... protocol."

"I'm telling you, Herbert, those oranges were not fresh. That guy was totally lying ... Yeah right? I know. Unbelievable."

Your head snapped at the sound of HERBIE's robotic beeps and Johnny's muffled voice echoing behind the elevator doors, as they arrived to the lab's floor.

"–and so I had to use my charm on the girl next to him, one smile and she went straight to get me the good ones ... I know Herbert, I know, but you have to do what you have to do."

The doors slid open in a ding, revealing a very excited Johnny walking in, toying with an orange from one hand to another as HERBIE trailed behind him holding something you couldn't see from your seat.

"Ah, there you are." Johnny smiled as soon as his eyes landed on you, "now, what did I miss?"

You looked at Reed for a brief second, at the verge of panicking again, but he mouthed a 'just breathe', gesturing with his hand a swift inhale. So you did that, as Johnny crossed the lab until he got to the stool he was previously sat in, with the little droid following him like a lost puppy.

"Got 'em! Did you miss me, babe?" he asked, plopping into his seat.

"I always do," you mumbled, absentmindedly reaching to the orange he was holding, to try to distract yourself with something. "Thank you, Johnny–"

Before you could reach, he yanked back his hand with a laugh. "Don't be silly, this one is for me. Here–"

He turned halfway to HERBIE behind him, and grabbed with his free hand something from the droid's hands, petting his metal head before turning back to offer it to you.

You lowered your eyes at the plate he was holding to you. Probably two oranges, sliced, and placed nicely around the dish. The citrus scent hit you and half scratched that itch you've been having about oranges lately, which ... made a lot of sense now.

"These are for you, bite sized. I'm gonna tell you now, got the best ones in the city," he leaned down to kiss your forehead, and added with a cocky grin, "go on, tell me I'm amazing."

He was. God, he was.

But it wasn’t the oranges what hit you the most, it was the way Johnny went about it. How you wouldn't need to feel scared, or not ready, when he was willing to take on even the smallest of requests with intention, just to put a smile on your face.

So you couldn't hold it together any longer, and lunged forward to wrap your arms around his neck, the plate of oranges falling from his hand to your lap, small slices scattering across the platform. You buried your head in his neck, not being able to hold the tears anymore. Johnny instinctively wrapped his arms around your body, a hand still holding his orange for dear life as he stared confused at Reed.

“Woah– what happened baby?” he asked softly, bringing his free hand to stroke your hair as you cried into his chest. “What did you do, Richards?” His tone got weirdly serious now, even for Johnny.

“Me? N-nothing!” Reed blurted offended, which only made Johnny glare at him.

“Did Reed lecture you about moving during the scan? I told you, babe, you don’t have to listen to him when I’m not here.”

Reed’s mouth opened to protest, but chose to keep quiet. He glanced at you, still clinging to Johnny for dear life. He took a deep breath. He knew what this was like, so he just let Johnny continue until you chose to tell him.

“She was okay when I left, and now she’s crying in my arms –hey hey, it’s okay baby– so what could have possibly happened while I was gone?”

His tone to Reed was serious, but when he looked down at you it got incredibly softer. You sniffed a few times, pulling apart from him to wipe your eyes and give him a teary smile.

“I’m fine, Johnny, really,” you reassured, sniffing again, “It’s just … I don’t–“ you looked at Reed, nodding at him so he could help you a little.

Reed took off his glasses, and folded his hands behind his back in that way that meant ‘I’m about to say something big and I’m choosing my words carefully’. You just kept your gaze on Johnny.

“The scan revealed some … unexpected results.”

Well, so much for choosing your words carefully.

“Unexpected like… bad unexpected, or ‘hey, you have an extra kidney’ unexpected?” Johnny asked, squinting.

“Having an extra kidney would be bad unexpected too, Johnny,”

“We could always get it out and sell it,” he shrugged, rolling his eyes playfully to make you laugh, and when you inevitably did, relief washed over his face for a second.

Okay, it couldn’t be that bad if he was able to make you laugh after that breakdown. His heart could calm down a little now.

“Well, actually… neither,” Reed said.

His gaze shifted between the two of you before settling on the monitor that was still facing your direction. Johnny glanced at the screen, still expecting to see that third kidney. Instead, he tilted his head and his eyebrows pulled together.

“Huh,” he exhaled.

Funny, his first reaction was identical to Reed’s.

You watched him stare at the screen, and you could almost see the gears turning under all that blonde hair. Because Johnny Storm was a lot of things, loud, playful, endlessly distracting, but he was also sharp. And he wasn’t missing what was right in front of him.

Two heartbeats.

“Is uh– Is that what I think…?” his eyes flicked to you, you were already smiling, still glassy eyed holding the lump in your throat. “Oh my god.”

His mouth fell open a little, eyes darting between Reed, you and the small flicker on the screen for a few times, before it hit him all at once. He finally let go of the orange in his hand, the fruit hitting the floor in a few thuds.

Johnny’s face lit up like sunlight getting through grey clouds. Even HERBIE beeped in awe.

“OH MY GOD!!”

The grin that broke over his face made your heart flutter. He cupped your face in his warm hands before you could even wipe your eyes.

“Babe. Babe,” he chanted enthusiastically, his forehead pressed to yours, voice dropping to a breathless laugh. “We’re having a baby. Oh my god! We’re having a baby! … Herbert I’m gonna be a father!”

You let out a laugh that was half sob, half immense happiness, nodding against him.

He crashed his lips to yours, salty tears mixing in your lips as he kissed you softly, lips slightly pulling back from how wide you both were smiling.

In front of you, Reed stood with his arms crossed, the loveliest smile tugging at his mouth. For once, he didn’t interrupt, didn’t feel like adding facts or disclaimers. He simply turned back to the console and gave you both the moment.

That was, until Johnny pulled apart from you, realizing how you had just lit his whole world on fire and he was more than willing to stand in the middle of all of it.

“Okay,” Johnny said, still holding your face, “this is fine. This is more than fine. This is … this is amazing.”

“Johnny, I think we should–” you began, but he was already in motion, pacing next to you.

“First of all, we need to stock on food, for all the weird pregnancy cravings you’re gonna have. You want pickles dipped in ice cream? boom, Johnny delivers,” he gestured dramatically with his hands in the air.

Reed sighed, rubbing his temple while mumbling something about Johnny speaking in third person.

“Johnny–“

“And the baby’s room. We’ll paint it… okay, we don’t know boy or girl yet, but that’s fine, we’ll go with something neutral. Like… fire yellow … no, wait, that’s too on the nose. Sky blue? Maybe it could be space themed! … babe they can go to space with us one day, maybe Reed can make a baby space suit–“

“I am not sending your baby, or any baby for that matter, to space, Johnny.” Reed interrupted flatly, wishing you could go back to hugging and not this unprompted rambling.

“Johnny, angel, maybe we should–“

“Oh, and the clothes, babe the clothes! Little tiny onesies with flames on them. Reed, you have to make them in fireproof clothing, how else is it gonna be safe for me to hold them?”

“Johnny!” you leaned forward to put your hands on his chest and gently dragged him towards you. “Can we maybe process this before we start designing the nursery?”

He stopped mid ramble, eyes fixing on yours. And for the first time since Reed dropped the news, he hesitated. “Wait, you’re… okay with this? I mean, I’m over the moon, obviously, but… are you?”

You exhaled, reaching to fix a strand of his hair. “Johnny there’s nothing I want more in this life, than to have a family with you,” you reassured, meaning every single word, “but we didn’t even know about this ten minutes ago.”

Johnny’s smile softened. He grabbed your hand and lifted it to his lips, holding a kiss there for a moment.

“Okay. We’ll do this together, slowly, as a family,” he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, and this time you were the one who jumped at his lips.

This time it was a bit rougher, clinging to him with fists clenched on his shirt, like putting all the overwhelming weight of it all into the kiss. Reed, who was still there, cleared his throat before you started making another baby right there and then. On his new scanner. That he built for his wife but now it would work for you too.

He was gonna have to get used to Johnny hovering all the time now.

“You should both take some more proper tests to confirm everything is okay with your baby, before making any further plans.”

“Yeah, yeah, Reed,” Johnny dismissed, already wrapping an arm around your waist to help you come down the platform, and guide you toward the door, but he halted midway. “Wait both? why me? I swear to god Richards, if you poke me–“

“No one is going to poke any of you here, Jonathan. Ever. I already told you, and it sure as hell won’t be me if it’s ever required,” Reed rolled his eyes, already relieved to see you both make your way to the elevator so he could work in peace.

He could only be happy for so long, before his mind inevitably went to overthink about how on earth you were all going to survive two super babies at the same time. But before he could get lost in his head, Reed turned to thank HERBIE, who was humming cheerfully to himself as he picked up the orange slices from the table. The little droid then rolled toward you, offering the plate with a chirp.

“Thank you, HERBIE,” you smiled, and Johnny pet his head in gratitude.

“Alright, we’ll do all that science stuff later, Reed. Right now…” He glanced down at you, his lovely grin back in full force. “I’m getting my girl more snacks ... and maybe also ice cream. Just in case that pickle phase hits early.”

Even behind all the joking and amusement in his face, the glint in his eyes quietly told you he was looking at the most important thing in the whole universe. Those two heartbeats.

But no, it wasn’t just two heartbeats after all.

Because with Johnny by your side, it was three.

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