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Gamma Jack one shot ── .✦

summary: You and Jack live in the same apartment complex, a sudden power outage occurs causing the two of you to be in your room.

warning!! angst and tragedy.

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The oven timer chimed softly through the apartment. Wiping your hands on the towel, you step over to check on your already-cooked lasagna. Crouching to the ovens level, hot air hits your face as you open the oven door, backing up a bit, you grab your mitts and proceed to take out the lasagna.

“Phew! Nothing better than a freshly cooked meal of mine” You grin, wiping off the sweat with your forearm.

Placing the baked lasagna on the counter, you glance at the amount of dishes that screamed to be washed.

‘Awe man…’ sighing, you grab a hair tie from your aprons pocket and tie your hair up, tightening it to your comfort.

Heading towards the sink, you turn on the water faucet preparing to rinse the plates. That’s until—

Pop.

The lights went out, making the apartment go quiet. Too quiet.

“What happened?” You questioned, confusion flickered across your face.

Glancing towards the door, your right hand turns off the water faucet. You walk over and go past the living room, now standing in front of the door.

Placing your palm on the door knob, you twist it, pushing it gently revealing—

Jack?!

He looks at you—and froze. Looking like a kid who got caught stealing a piece of candy, his arm slightly stretched out, fist balled as if he was about to knock.

“Jack? What are you doing here?” You ask, raising a brow, arms crossing.

He retrieves his arm quickly and smiles embarrassingly, clearing his throat.

“Oh—uhh, y’know…I smelt something coming from your room and thought ‘hey why not do a quick visit and eat something’” He replied quickly.

You smile, “Jack you know you don’t have to knock on my door, just come in whenever you want”

Sighing with relief, he shows that cocky toothy grin that you’re fond of.

“Thanks sweetheart, knew I was right coming here—to you”

Blushing, you turn away from him. “Just get in”

He chuckles, lifting his hand to rub your head gently whilst passing by.

You shut the door behind you—locking it, in case an intruder tries to break in.

‘I mean…who’s going to break in if Jack is here’ letting out a soft laugh, you shook your head trying to discard the silly thought.

Confused, he turns to you, smiling. “What’re you laughing about?”

“Nothing! How about you sit? I have to light up some candles since it’s dark” you responded in a rush.

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After the candles have been positioned to the darker parts of your apartment, it lit up the room, slightly, leaving a warm—comfortable ambiance.

“Jack, you can go ahead and eat first” you said, nudging the prepared plate to him, “I’ll handle the dishes”

Already walking towards the sink, you hear the chair being pushed back, footsteps loud and clear behind you.

He stepped forward before you could, his voice low but firm.

“Let me.”

You shook your head, eyes steady.

“I’ve got it”

He raised his brow but didn’t argue. Instead, he simply rolled up his sleeves, turns on the faucet, and started rinsing the dishes with quiet determination.

You stared at him surprised, but not bothered.

Letting your hands fall to your sides, you watched him silently as he worked—his movement being careful, gentle.

In the end, the sink was spotless, no remaining dish was left.

He grabbed a paper towel, ripping it to dry his calloused hands.

“You didn’t have to do that you know?” You spoke, almost whispering.

“Relax sweetheart” He said quietly, throwing away the towel he used to dry his hands. “You did enough. Let me do something too”

You just looked at him, you didn’t need to reply because your eyes spoke for you.

Thank you.

….

His gaze drifted across the kitchen, pausing when he spotted the stacks of vinyl records on counter.

“Didn’t take you to be the vintage type” he muttered, flipping through the sleeves with quiet interest.

You smile, standing beside him. “They were my mom’s, I would collect the ones we used to play when I was little”

Pulling one out, his brow lifted. Gilbert O’ Sullivan. “Classic” he said under his breath.

Stepping closer, you get curious.

He turns to you, slowly. A smirk forming as his arm extends.

“C’mon. Just one song”

You laugh, “You slow dance?”

“I fight villains in the sky, I’m sure I can handle this”

Before you could argue, his hand had already attached to your waist—gently, as if you were a fragile porcelain doll.

His gaze flickered to the record player, then back to you, something considerate behind his usual flirtatious nature.

“You always dance alone?” He asked, voice low but teasing.

Blinking, you get caught off guard by the question.

“Only when no one is watching”

His smirk grew wider, pulling you closer to him.

“Well,” he paused. “Someone’s watching now”

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His eyes met yours, making the rest of the room fade. No disturbances, just the quiet hum of the song and the weight of his gaze holding yours.

“You’re beautiful” He spoke with sincerity, looking at you.

“Jack…” You paused, too shy to respond.

Something quiet and electric lingered between you two. You felt it, and he did too. Maybe this meant more than what you both had planned.

That’s until his face darkened. The whole room went dark.

He held you tightly, hurting you. “Why?”

Your eyes widen, almost alarmed. “What?”

“Why did you leave me to die?” He spoke angrily, a scowl replacing his usual playful smirk “You left me rotting in that damn island.”

“Jack don’t do this, I’m sorry… I’m so sorry!” You cried out, trying to escape from his hold. He didn’t flinch, just kept holding you.

“Do you know how much time I waited? Hoping that you’ll come and free me from there? How much I suffered? Of course you don’t know because you didn’t try” He stated, hatred seeping from his voice.

You start sobbing, hair sticking on your forehead.

“Please…Jack, I tried. I tried finding you, knowing that you were missing made me lose it. I went crazy trying to find you, but it was too late”

“Stop lying.” He snapped, his face being indifferent.

“You’re hurting me!” You sob out, struggling to escape.

“This doesn’t compare to the pain I had to endure” He replied coldly.

“Believe me! Not a single day goes by that I regret not finding out sooner about you” Your voice breaks. “Because I love y-“

———————

You gasp for air.

It was all a nightmare.

Your breath came in short, sweat clinging to your skin despite the cold air.

Waking up to reality, you turn to your side, clutching the sheets as tight as you could. You bury your face in the pillow, wet with sweat and tears. That wasn’t your Jack. Your Jack was dead months ago.

“I’m sorry” you whisper.

“I’m so sorry Jack”

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Gamma jack my goonable king 🥹🥹😎😎

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Gamma Jack x OC one-shot

This is a one shot of Gamma Jack and Soundwave (Leona) ^_^ Feel free to read this as a X Reader if you so wish!

Jack wasn’t the type to brood. He was the fun one, the hot one, the brand, Metroville’s Handsome Jack.

So why the hell was he out here, alone, flying lazy loops over the suburbs instead of basking in adoration somewhere?

He slowed, the golden sunset glinting off his blue-and-yellow suit as he hovered lower… and realized where he was.

Her street.

Leona’s street.

He groaned immediately. “Oh, great.”

Out of all the streets in Metroville, his subconscious had dragged him to hers. Soundwave. The least fun person alive. The loudmouth, annoying, know-it-all partner he’d been saddled with for years.

And not the good kind of loudmouth either—she wasn’t hot enough to get away with it. Sure, her powers were impressive, but Jack didn’t do “impressive.” He did gorgeous. Fangirls screaming his name, women dropping hints just to get his number, the kind of attention he deserved.

Leona? She treated him like he was some rookie, arguing with him in front of civilians. She never once laughed at his jokes, never even pretended to like him.

He hated working with her.

…didn’t he?

Jack’s jaw tightened as his eyes drifted to her house. Porch light on, curtains drawn, quiet little life going on inside. He hated that he knew she probably had a stack of choir sheet music spread across her dining table right now, grading papers with that teacher frown she always got when focused.

He fished something out of his pocket.

The damn photo.

NSA had made them take it after one mission, “for the files” or some nonsense. Jack remembered leaning back for the picture, looking like he owned the world, flashing his signature smirk. She was standing there with her arms crossed, glaring like he was a headache she couldn’t get rid of.

He scoffed, shaking his head. “Why the hell do I even still have this? Should’ve trashed it.”

But he hadn’t. He carried it anyway.

Because somewhere between hating her voice, hating her attitude, hating the way she bossed him around like he was some idiot… he’d gotten used to her being there.

That pissed him off.

He shoved the photo back into his pocket, jaw tight. “You don’t like her, Jack. She’s not your type. She’s not fun, she’s not hot, she’s—” He groaned, raking a hand through his hair. “God, what the hell is wrong with you?”

He thought about flying down, knocking on her door just to… what? Prove to himself he didn’t care? Say something obnoxious and leave? Instead, he shot higher into the sky, glowing brighter, faster, like he could burn out the thought.

“She’s not my type,” he muttered to himself, voice lost to the wind. “She’s not even close. She’s bossy, she’s annoying, she’s… she’s…”

He trailed off, scowling as the city lights blurred beneath him.

“…she’s still in my head.” he muttered finally, almost like a curse.

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"selfshippers are cringe. unlike them, I only read character x reader fanfics"

I'm gonna hold your hand when I say this...

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y'know, some selfshipping accounts don't talk about their f/os because they have anxiety, they get extremely self aware when they're being perceived, they're sensitive to what others think of them and their f/os, they don't know what to do with the attention their selfship receives, they have low self-esteem and feel like they shouldn't like their f/os, they have f/os that are demonized, they're afraid of accidentally triggering a non-sharer with their selfship, they get anxious when posting about their selfship and then delete the post, they think no one will care, they're afraid of interacting, they struggle communicating but want to try, they're not as romantic and vocal as other selfshippers, etc...

and no one should feel obligated to explain themselves to online strangers

also, just because someone is not talking about their selfship doesn't mean they're not talking about it elsewhere. some people selfship in private, others have dedicated blogs to each f/o

THIS IS NOT ABOUT PRO-SHIPPERS! PRO-SHIPPERS DNI

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I promise I’ll draw the other supers eventually I’m just super hyperfixated on these 2 (which is obvious)

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Drew Glory Days Mr. Incredible, one of the main things in my childhood that made me into the huge superhero nerd I am today (along with Sportacus from Lazy Town). WE NEED A GLORY DAYS SHOW/MOVIE.

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Fandom is insufferable now because you have no fandom etiquette btw ^^ Yes I tag my X OC fics as X Reader because Its not unusual for people read X OC fics as if they're X Readers, and I want my content to reach everyone ^^ Dont like it? Block me and I'll never appear in your feed again. Simple. You dont need to leave a passive aggressive comment disguised as a genuine question. You dont need to report people's accounts over a tag either. You can just be a normal person and curate your feed specifically for you — and block people who do not interest you. Being aggressive and interactin is not gonna do anything but push that content further into your timeline.

Also, "non-sharing" yumeshippers are stupid and need to get over themselves. You like a popular character what exactly do you expect? Harassing people for having the same yume as you is also not a normal behavior btw.

TLDR: Block and scroll from content you dont like. Don't interact.

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meh

and this:

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She likes him she just doesn't wanna admit... hehehheheee,,,,

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Where did that ONE post go? I know you know which one I'm talking about, cause I can't find it on your page. 😭

It got flagged for sexual content 💔 The uncensored version is on Rule 34 website

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A request from my friend, I hope she likes it!

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For a character with no screen time me and gamma jack are gonna make a movie when I catch him 🤣✌

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A request from my friend, I hope she likes it!