Helloo! It took me some days to post this reading because I noticed only yesterday when I laid down to sleep that the "schedule post" isn't working for me lol. Btw, here's the reading, I hope you enjoy your reading!
This might be surprising to some, or not. As a husband, Jack (yes, we are friends that's why I call him this way) is not the most romantic person. But pay attention: not being the most romantic person alive, doesn't mean he won't be romantic at all. By what I see in the cards, he is exactly what we saw in front of the camera: a gentleman.
Since he already said he's attracted to girls, I won't refer to his fs as they/them, but as she/her. So yeah, that girl will be lucky. Jackson believes that love isn't just being cheesy and lovesick. Of course there are moments, but being together, in the thick or thin, good and bad, is what love really looks like. I know it sounds like an obvious thing, and we all say that, but theory is different from reality. It's easy to say, but day by day, it's another thing. Jackson believes that it is in moments like this that you really prove you love someone, and he really acts like it, not only in words.
As a husband, he sees his wife as equal. He's not above her, she's not above him, they're the same level. Jackson is caring and considerate. So he will sit down with his wife and chat. I can see it even long before the wedding. Is like, "Oh, okay, now that we are serious, let's chat and see if our expectations meet.". By that I'm not saying he will give up the person if a thing isn't what he expected, no. It's rather "let's find a common ground that works for both of us."
So they can find something they agree on and can live peacefully. He is a provider, but he doesn't want his wife to feel dependent on him. He will provide for her, of course, but he won't make her feel like a bad thing. I don't know if I made myself clear. I'm struggling to find the right words, sorry. He wants her to feel comfortable, not like she's in debt with him for paying the bills. If she has enough money, he won't pressure her to split but won't deny it if she wants to (again, to make her comfortable).
Jackson is the type to act in the housechores, not because he's "helping" but because he lives there. He is the man i'd like to marry. As going by children, he wants to have kids, but will respect if his wife doesn't. As a father, he would be the most amazing father for his kid. Genuinely, he will be amazing.
That's all for now, i hope you liked it. Jackson is amazing, his FS is lucky asf and i hope someday i find a good man like him.
Prompt: “Did you bring us here to die?” // “Obviously.” // “I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not.”
Group: Got7
Pairing: Jackson/Fem! Reader (Third Person-Livee)
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Maybe Language? This is pretty tame lol
Word Count: 1,051
Main Masterlist | Got7 Masterlist
**This prompt comes from @incorrectdwkquotes, thank you so much! I did not use the characters I think it was created for, but I loved it so much I decided to do something of my own with it! Original prompt post here**
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Livee smiled, her hands resting in her lap as she looked around.
Or at least tried to.
“Jackson,” she giggled, the blindfold on her eyes obstructing her vision entirely as she turned her head to the driver’s side of the car. “Where are we going?”
“If I was planning on telling you, would I have you blindfolded right now?”
Livee rolled her eyes even though he couldn’t see her, but she was giggling again, hearing him laugh beside her.
“I wanted to surprise you,” he continued just as she felt the car turn right, the sensation leaving her slightly car sick. “You know this city far too well.”
“I grew up here,” she pointed out snarkily. “I would hope so.”
“And that is exactly why you’re blindfolded.”
They both laughed again as Livee accepted her fate, not all that bothered if she was being honest; she knew she could trust him.
They hit a large bump and she squeaked in surprise, a soft chuckle slipping from Jackson’s lips.
“Sorry,” he muttered. “We’re getting to rough terrain here.”
Rough terrain?
Livee had lived in the same suburban town of Texas for as long as she could remember, and she was struggling to remember any rough terrain, her stomach twisting ever so slightly.
Where in the world was Jackson taking them?
The bumps were more consistent now, shaking the car back and forth as Livee slid her hand blindly to a spot she could grip on the car door, double checking to make sure her seatbelt was locked across her body.
She could hear Jackson laughing again, no doubt amused by her unease, and she would’ve been irritated if she didn’t love him so damn much.
Charming even when he’s annoying
But Livee only had herself to blame for that; she loved charming.
“We’re almost there,” he reassured her, voice vibrating a little. “I promise.”
“Did you bring us here to die?” Livee’s voice was slightly high pitched when they hit a harder bump than the others, the car jerking sideways.
“Obviously.”
His answer was almost deadpan, but the ghost of laughter in his tone gave him away.
“I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not,” she replied jokingly.
“Liv, if I wanted to kill us, I wouldn’t go through all this effort,” he replied smoothly. “I know people.”
Livee laughed with a shake of her head.
“Oh that’s not scary at all-”
The bumps came to an abrupt halt, the car tires evening out now as Jackson continued to drive.
“Nearly there,” he told her, voice quiet and excited.
She didn’t need the blindfold removed to know what he looked like; sparkling, wide eyes, one of those bright smiles on his face as he glanced at her, hands gripping the steering wheel a little tighter in anticipation.
It was one of the things she loved most about Jackson; his sense of adventure.
Only a few moments passed before the car was coming to a complete stop, Livee listening to Jackson shift the gear into park before turning the keys in the ignition.
“Okay,” his voice was loud in the now silent car. “Ready?”
“Yeah,” she answered softly, very curious. “I wanna know.”
Jackson just chuckled again, and she heard him yank the car door open before he was shutting it again, seconds passing before her own door was being pulled open.
“Hey girl… you come here often?”
Livee groaned in annoyance, but she laughed all the same, reaching to unbuckle her seatbelt.
Jackson really needed to stop hanging out with BamBam so much.
“Come on,” his voice was soft again, taking both her hands when she was turned in his direction. “I promise you’ll love it.”
Livee nodded, knowing she probably would; Jackson’s surprises never disappointed her.
He held her hands, pulling her gently out of the car before intertwining their fingers. He locked the car, Livee hearing the jingle of his keys as he slid them in his pocket.
She could feel the soft ground beneath her feet- like sand but slightly more gravelly- her curiosity peaked, cocking her head to the side. She could smell water too, and hear it, sloshing against what sounded like rocks.
“Jackson,” she all but whispered, smiling as she felt him squeeze her hand a little. “Are we… at the lake?”
She’d been here tons of time with her Dad and family growing up, and the familiarity of the smell brought a soft glow to her chest.
They hadn’t had the chance to enjoy this together yet.
“Why are you so smart?” he asked in mock annoyance. “Why couldn’t I have gone out with a stupid girl?”
“You love me,” was her answer, her stomach flipping in excitement because she was right.
What were they doing here so late at night?
“I do love you.”
His voice was quieter again- that gentle tone he only got with her- and they stopped walking, his hand slipping from hers.
Then she heard him take a couple steps until he was standing right behind her, hands coming up to gently tug on the knot of her blindfold.
The fabric slipped from her eyes and Livee was thankful it was dark, her vision needing almost no time to adjust.
“Oh my gosh,” she gasped, eyes widening as she felt her boyfriend’s hands slip to her shoulders. “Jackson…”
They were standing on the shore of the lake, just as she suspected, but on the opposite end from where she and her family normally came to; they were on the less travelled entrance, for the experienced hikers and canoers.
And there, tied to the dock, was a small but intricately decorated boat, with twinkling lights strung along the edges and a large picnic basket between two small bench seats, a bottle of wine peeking out of the top.
It was the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for her, and Livee was speechless, turning around to stare at Jackson, his face handsome in the moonlit night.
Jackson grinned, looking slightly proud of himself, but his eyes were shining with affection and he was leaning forward, tucking some strands of hair behind her ear.
His lips were just inches from her own as Livee felt her eyes slip closed, heart skipping a beat in her chest as he whispered.
A/N: Soft Jackson has a nightmare and needs reader to look after him.
You were woken abruptly by a loud hammering on your door. you groaned, checking the time. It was 10 to 3 in the morning. As the banging didn't seem like it was going to stop anytime soon, so dragged yourself out of bed and to the door. Carefully cracking it open you found your best friend, looking very tired.
"Jackson? Its 3 in the morning, why are you trying to break down my door?" you asked him.
"I needed a friend," he told you softly.
"You could have called me?" you suggested, but he shook his head.
"No, I needed to be with someone."
"Has something happened, or did you just decide you were bored?"
"I had a nightmare. I couldn't get back to sleep for nearly an hour."
"Why didn't you lead with that?" you asked, your demeanour changing immediately, ready to become the caring mum friend. "Get in here."
"I'm so sorry I woke you," he told you as you closed the door behind him. "I feel like the guys would tease me and you always say you'll be there for me if I need you, and I need you," his voice cracked at the end of his sentence and you hurriedly wrapped your arm around his shoulders leading him to your room.
"It's ok, I am here for you, aren't I? You can stay with me, and I'll keep you safe from the nightmares," you assured him, climbing into your bed and gesturing for him to do the same.
No sooner was he under the covers, he snuggled up to your side. "I'm sorry," he apologised again, teary eyed, as he positioned himself with his head resting on your shoulder.
You wrapped your arms around him. "Stop apologising, baby, its fine," you hummed in a soothing tone.
"What did you call me?" he asked, looking up at you.
"Oh- I- Umm-" you stuttered. You couldn't say why the pet name had fallen from your lips, it just felt right in the moment.
"Don't worry, I liked it."
"Really?" you asked.
"Hm," he confirmed. "You could call me that more if you like." And with that he hugged you tightly round the waist burying his face in the crook of your neck and finally drifted off to sleep.
