#my current hyperfixation

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐨𝐜 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐰𝐨𝐰, 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞

Gamma Jack-no, Jack Miller had a bad day at the factory. He got yelled at by his boss because Jack decided to take a quick seat due to exhaustion. The foreman's grating voice and hotheadedness completely ignored Jack's reasons as he barked at the man for being an incompetent twat whose only good asset is his good looks.

Something snapped within Jack, he usually thrives in words like that but ever since the ban of supers, somehow it irritates him. Oh, how his fists glowed a faint green. It would only take mere seconds for that hideous foreman to be disintegrated into a pile of hot ass. But he instead took a breathe and monotonously apologized before taking a wrench and goin back to his work.

Whatever, guys like that foreman had nothing going for them anyway. He needed this job to keep food in the table.

Jack smells the sweat, oil, and iron stuck to his clothes as he entered his pickup truck and he grimaces. With a roll of his eyes, he jabbed the keys in the ignition and drove home...but got stuck in traffic as honks and angered yells filled the street. It was tempting to just get out of his car and fly back home but he didn't have super strength like Bob to lift up a car. So all he could do is groan loudly as he waits for traffic to subside as his stomach growls for food.

Finally, he was back home. He parks the car in the driveway and drags his legs towards the front door. He looked at his watch and saw that it was past 12 already, you were most likely asleep seeing that the lights are turned on...wait, on?

He sees that the living room window flickered behind the curtains as he stops in front of the door. Strange how you were still awake, you were always a woman of routine. The door suddenly opens, revealing you with sleepy eyes and a tired smile.

"Traffic?" You mumbled without waiting for an answer as you lazily wrap your arms his shoulders. He sighs before dropping his tool bag to wrap his arms around your waist. "You hate dirty."

"But I don't hate you."

"Sorry, I'm home so late."

"Its ok, 'm glad you're home safe." You kissed his cheek as you made your way to the kitchen to grab a plate for him. Gamma Jack watches from behind as you methodically placed a plate of mashed potatoes, green beans, corn and steak in the dinning table. He quickly washes his hands before relishing in the dish that was cold but he didn't mind that, not when his heart was warm at the sight of you sitting across him.

Eyes blinking sleepily as you suppressed a yawn, he stops biting mid chew and gestured his his head towards the hall where your shared bedroom was but you shook your head. He couldn't help but sigh in defeat. Since when did he get so damn lucky?

You were there for him ever since he was still a super and stayed with him, comforting him after the ban, enduring constant arguments about his powers and complaints about being a normie, and him jumping from job-to-job.

You were still there beside him. Smiling hopelessly as he flirts with you despite marriage, kissing him before he leaves for work and complain with him as he talks about his boss, and letting him in girl gossip.

Jack could feel his lips stretch into a smile as he sees sleep had taken over you shortly after he started to wash his plate. You wanted to wash it but he insisted. Carefully, he approaches the couch and over from the back, you were leaning against the arm, an arm to your side and the other under your head. A laugh rumbles from his chest as he sees the small drool at the corner of your mouth.

With practiced ease, he carries you like a bride as he goes towards their shared bedroom. He carefully lays you on the bed before he stripped of his work clothes to enter the bathroom, to wash off the sweat and grime of todays work. He didn't bother wearing a shirt, less laundry for you to worry about.

He enters the bed, climbing under the blankets to search for you. Arms wrapped your body, tucking you under his chin as he breathed in your scent.

After the ban, he didn't know what to do with himself not under the limelight, showered with praise, women clinging to him like leeches, and villains he killed with ease. But if there was one thing that was consistent even after ban was him coming back to you after a long day at work.

He remembers receiving an unknown package earlier that day, the brown envelop tumbles out of his locker. He entered the toilet stall where inside the envelop was a device which revealed a beautiful woman--not that you were gorgeous yourself--saying that he could go back to being a super with double the pay.

Double the pay from his measly factory gig and other side jobs would be great, you could stop your waitress job in that dinner. But as he recounts his glory days...he remembers that you were always so stressed whenever he comes back home, tears gleaming your beautiful eyes.

A groan stumbles from you as you felt your husbands familiar warmth envelop you. You cracked an eye and open and saw him still awake, thinking. You kissed his handsome and strong jaw, catching his attention in return as he pressed his lips against your hairline.

"What're you thinking, baby?"

"Just how lucky I am to have you."

He didn't call Mirage, he threw away the business card and burned the gadget before resuming his work.

Humphrey’s head gone plop

I free handed his chain of office and realised too late it was tooooo short. Oh well.