You are a city reporter known for being quite stubborn and meddling where you are not called, he is always ready to save you.
Gamma Jack x fem readerĀ”!
English is not my native language, sorry!
You didn't know how, but you had ended up walking along the edge of a building over seventy stories high.
No, you did know how, you wanted to get the story that would appear on the front page of the newspaper tomorrow and instead you found yourself caught up in an attack, a fire, and now you were trying to avoid dying from the smoke but you weren't afraid because you knew that at any moment he would appear.
"I should start charging for saving you, dear" you heard his mocking voice in front of you
Internally you smiled, you loved the attention he gave you whenever you were in these cases but you didn't hate boosting him ego with it so you just sighed in annoyance.
"Just put me down, Āæwill you? I have to write my report for tomorrow" you said as the wind blew so hard that your hair covered your face, your heart beat fast, you didn't like heights and the faster you were away from the man who steals your sighs, better.
He laughed softly as he took you by the waist and pulled you away from the shore, when you felt your feets suspended in the air you instinctively held on tightly to his neck.
Gamma Jack was not only known for his physique and nuclear powers, also for having a certain impact on the ladies and although you avoided his gaze and interactions at all costs, he knew what he did to you.
And that fascinated him.
Not only because you wrote incredible articles about him in the newspaper, also because no matter how serious the situation was, you always seemed to be involved, you were brave, capable, not a simpleton with nice curves.
When your feet touched the ground you could still feel him hands on your waist without letting go.
"ĀæDo you want me to give you an exclusive interview?" he asked with an air of confidence.
You immediately smiled, that sharp smile that he loved so much "If you give me something good maybe I'll give you a few minutes" you responded arrogantly.
He bit his lower lip without taking his eyes off you, the tension between you was clear, something that always existed, you the reporter who was always on the front page and he the hero who was always the protagonist.
But the fans of the great hero preferred to ignore that.
As soon as Gamma Jack's presence was noticed, several fans immediately approached him enthusiastically, moving you with gentle pushes, different hands caressed him hair, touched him arms and high-pitched squeals flooded the place, yes, he was quite attractive and any girl would feel very lucky if he would notice her for just a few seconds.
"How stupid" you thought as you rolled your eyes, but the stupidest thing was that you felt your stomach turn and your heart feel heavy in your chest.
Watching him puff out his chest with pride at the harassment from his fans was worse, but you remained calm, turned around and walked towards your car but just as you were about to open the door to get in, a very familiar hand landed on yours.
"That interview is still on" he murmured, low enough that only you could hear "I'll come to your department tonight, leave your balcony open"
You didn't need to ask how he knew your address, he just gave you a small sly smile and returned his full attention to the group of girls waiting for him.
One thing was certain, you slept very little that night, and not just from writing.
cw: fluff/slice of life, swearing, allusions to sex but no smut, smoking, she/her pronouns for reader, reader referred to w. āļø
wc: 1.0k
APRIL 16, 1947
THE RADIO PLAYED ON LAZILY as āļølaid on the couch, one leg swung up on the backrest as the golden heat of late afternoon clung sticky to her skin. She'd gotten desperate in her discomfort, folding a travel brochure about the Bahamas that they'd gotten in the mail into a makeshift handheld fan.
So far, she'd been using it until it had little rips in its paper handle area.
The AC was busted. An abnormal spring heatwave was sweltering over Municiberg. It was 86 degrees insideā Fahrenheit, thankfully.
āļø licked her lips, tasting salt on her lipline. The fan helped, and so did having the windows and door open, but suddenly she smelled the heat. Not the pleasant, summery scent from outside that came from blooming flowers and pavement stewing in the sun.
No, it was him.
"Are you fucking kidding me right now, Jack?" āļø snapped, wearily lifting her head from the arm of the couch to glare at him. On the recliner, Jack was draped over on its arm as well, lighting a cigarette. He looked up, lips pursed around his cigarette, blue eyes wide and brows raised, almost in bemusement. "It's hot as hell in here, and you're gonna smoke?"
Jack shrugged, taking a drag and blowing it toward the window, but the breeze only pushed it back inside. "I mean, you always said you thought it was sexy," he drawled, the air warping around the lit end of his cigarette.
"I don't think it's sexy right now, jackass," āļø grumbled.
"I'm just stressed, baby, c'mon!" Jack laughed, earning another scowl from her. "Such a potty mouth today." He also had his legs kicked up on the other arm of the recliner, rolling onto his back. "The repairman's busy today," he informed her, taking another drag and causing her toā¦ growl? at him.
At least, he thought that's what āļø did. "He said he can come tomorrow, soonest."
At his girlfriend's disgruntled pout, he relented with a sympathetic sigh. "Awh, babe, 'm sorry." He stubbed out his cigarette on the ashtray next to him, getting up and making a face when his skin stuck to the leather of the recliner. "ā¦You always did, uh, get cranky in the heat," he muttered, rubbing the backs of his thighs before making his way over to the couch.
āļø groaned again, shoving her foot against his neck in a weak attempt to kick him away. "Jaaaack, 's too hot for this!" She huffed, Jack gently plucking the paper fan from her limp fingers. "I'm just sittin' next to ya, sunshine," he chuckled, watching as she relaxed after he took over fanning her. "It's almost sundown, right? It'll cool down soon," he reassured her, pressing a kiss to her heated forehead. āļø whined again.
"Oh, I'm sorry I yelled at you, Jack," she said, her arm dangling off the couch at her side, her eyes scarcely open as cool air washed over her. "I just hateā¦I hate being sticky. I've already showered twice today!"
Jack leaned against the backrest, letting āļø's heel rest on his shoulder. He was just as languid, his lidded blue eyes focusing on her. "Take your clothes off, then," he said. āļø's eyes opened.
"What?" Jack snickered, his eyes taunting. "I'm just sayin', sunshine, since you're that hot then maaaybe you should take your clothes off." He gestured to himself and his shirtless, short-clad form. "I promise, you'll feel a hell of a lot better, baby."
āļø could only narrow her eyes at him, rolling them seconds later. She then bit her lip, thinking.
Jack certainly wasn't sweating like she was, despite having just inhaled hot smoke into his lungs.
"Fine," she huffed, sitting up and wriggling out of her cotton nightgown that she'd had on with great effort. She tossed it to the side, hearing it flop onto the floor.
When she was paying attention again, she found Jack grinning like an idiot. He whistled low, his gaze roving over her. "Gee, aren't I lucky?"
āļø scoffed, shaking her head. "It's hot, Jack. I'm not wearing anything more than I have to, especially not in my own home." She felt cooler, butā¦
"Would you quit looking at me like that?" āļø giggled, swatting Jack's wrist. "You're making me feel hot."
Her boyfriend only grinned wider, the vertical dimples on his cheeks on full display. "I'm makin' you feel hot, huh?" He leaned down again, pressing a kiss to her cheek, his breath ghosting almost unbearably warm over her lips. "I can help you cool down, y'know."
She leaned up, kissing his lips despite the warm flush under her skin. "Mmhā¦ and how would y'do that?" āļø hummed, brushing his sweat-damp hair out of his face, her gaze meeting his. "There's a reason more babies are born in the summer than made in it."
Jack chuckled at that, his forehead pressed to hers. "Wellll, you've just gotta think outside the box, babe," he purred, suddenly hoisting her up around the waist. She yelped, her hands clutching at his shoulders for balance, amusing Jack once again as he held her close in the heat. He nodded toward the hallway, kissing her temple. "If the bed's too stuffy for you, then how 'bout the shower?"
"The shower?" āļø laughed, Jack wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Alright then, you, take me away."
"I knew you'd come around, sunshine," Jack beamed, readjusting her in his arms before making off to the bathroom, kicking her nightgown out of the way in the process. "I've reaaally been workin' on my arms, so you don't have to worry 'bout me droppin' you."
"I never thought you would, Jack," āļø smiled, cupping his cheek as he kicked off his shorts before plopping her into the bathtub. Jack then got in with her, turning on the shower.
The cold spray hit them both, that balmy heat clinging to them dissolving into the water. Jack pinned āļø up against the tiled wall, his lips on her neck. "It's so hot when you trust me, sunshine," he sighed, halfheartedly closing the shower curtain behind him.
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Jack feels like a bloody fool for not valuing you enough, for letting himself be carried away by the desire to return to his former glory days and the attention of another woman. He can't stop thinking about how he never should have left home, left you.
Jack can picture you cooking while the sunlight shines directly through the window. How many times he's witnessed that scene, simple but always warming to him. But he took it for granted, and now he'll never see your bright smile or have your sweet kisses again.
He thinks about you, wonders what you're doing, wonders if you're okay. But he already knows the answer. You must be worried about him; it's been days since he last saw you, and you must be trying to find him. That thought makes him nauseous and fills him with fear.
You couldn't come to this island, you couldn't fight these damn robots. You would die like him
Damn it, he'd rather you think he abandoned you than you end up dead because of him.
Gods, please don't come looking for him.
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No but seriously, do Twi'lek even take care of their lekku in any way?
Imagine Devon complaining that the boys are taking too long in the bathroom because Rylee is shaving and Maul isn't satisfied 'cuz one of his horns is shorter than the others š šāāļø
Pigeon uses Remembrance day poppies to build a nest on top of Anti-bird spikes in 2019. The absolute amount of symbolism going on here is off the charts.
A pigeon. Both in that it's a dove which means peace, but more importantly that pigeons were essential as messengers during WWI. Most famously Cher Ami.
The spikes resembling violence and hostility.
Using Poppy pins made specifically for Remembrance day and all the symbolism of Poppies and WWI itself.
The fact that it stole the poppies from a tomb of an unknown soldier.
The fact it took them to make a nest to lay eggs and raise its babies in.
The fact that it's on the ledge of a church.
The fact that the window it chose to make the nest against is of a wounded soldier.
You couldn't have STAGED a better photo if you tried.
specifically the way itās nesting on anti-pigeon architecture and pigeons are no longer remembered or valued for their service to society and instead seen as vermin just as a disproportionate number of homeless people are veterans who are no longer remembered or valued as people but instead seen as vermin and must build their lives around anti-homeless architecture and policies.
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May 13, 2021 - Immigration cops tried to arrest two men in Glasgow, Scotland, on the day of Eid. A huge crowd of locals in the area of Pollokshields, chanting āthese are our neighbours, let them go!ā, turned up and boxed the police van in for seven hours, withstanding attempts by police to break through the crowd, until the cops were forced to let the two men go. [video]/[article]
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