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character: GOT7's JB author: fifi genre: smut/fluff WARNINGS: rated M

“Y’know, it’s not really that late.” Jaebum said suddenly, craning his neck so he could glance over your shoulder at the clock on the nightstand.

“Yeah?” you asked, wondering now if he had the same idea as you had had a moment ago.

Jaebum nodded, resting his head back down on the pillow and adjusting his eyes to meet yours again. “Would you allow me some time to show my beautiful girl just how much I love her?”

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"I wish I could time travel… " you mumbled, your fingers lingering over the skin of Jaebum’s bicep, your eyelids half-closed and your voice tired. "or… at least control time, I guess."

“Why’s that?” Jaebum asked, his voice cracking slightly from having not spoken in a while. His hands were playing with the ends of your long hair, twisting it between his fingers and smoothing it back out before doing it over again.

“I don’t know,” you breathed, your chest feeling somewhat heavy with the words that you had chosen not to say. You knew why, but saying it out loud would sound stupid, especially to Jaebum.

“Hm.” Jaebum hummed. After a moment of silence, Jaebum pulled away from you just enough to look at your face, both hands clasping the sides of it softly as he stared at your sleepy eyes with his own.

“What?” you asked, narrowing your eyebrows and making a face at him as he continued to stare.

“Nothing,” he shook his head, curving his lips in a slight smirk. “you’re just so… pretty.”

“Shut up, Jaebum.” you said playfully, looking down as you felt your cheeks flush. Your eyes traveled down Jaebum’s bare stomach to the elastic of his boxers, an idea flashing through your mind but leaving it just as quickly when Jaebum spoke again.

“I’m serious.” he said, rubbing the pad of his thumb in circles along your cheekbone. “How did I end up with such a pretty girlfriend?”

“Because you’re ten times more handsome.” you replied, looking back up to meet his eyes.

He became flustered, as he always did when you complimented him, especially out of the blue like this.

“Y’know, it’s not really that late.” Jaebum said suddenly, craning his neck so he could glance over your shoulder at the clock on the nightstand.

“Yeah?” you asked, wondering now if he had the same idea as you had had a moment ago.

Jaebum nodded, resting his head back down on the pillow and adjusting his eyes to meet yours again. “Would you allow me some time to show my beautiful girl just how much I love her?”

“If you promise to quit being so damn cheesy, then the answer is yes.” you chuckled, moving your hand up to his head and twisting your fingers through his messy hair as you pulled his face toward yours.

The kiss started out slow and sloppy, as you were both still mostly half-asleep, it being much later into the night than Jaebum had made it out to be. But you were eventually both woken up, as your hands roamed each others’ mostly unclothed bodies, your movements progressively speeding up as you became more and more awake.

Jaebum’s hands cupped your ass, pulling your body as close to his as possible. Wrapping your leg around his middle, you braced your hands on his chest and lifted yourself so that he was laying on his back and you were straddling his waist - all while never once breaking your kiss. You were practically pros at this, what with all of the practice you had gotten.

As you latched your lips onto his neck, Jaebum’s hands found their way back to your waist, teasing his fingers at the elastic of your underwear as your lips slowly made their way down his body.

Before Jaebum could even begin to pleasure you, your lips were kissing at the insides of his thighs, chuckling to yourself as you watched his head roll back against the pillow. You eventually brought your face back up to his, your mouth covering his to muffle the moan that escaped his throat as you reached your hand into his boxers and wrapped your fingers around his length.

Jaebum continued to moan into your mouth as you quickened your pumps, his hands clasping at the bedsheets that surrounded him as he tried to contain himself.

“Take over?” you asked after a few moments, feeling that Jaebum was close to his climax and not wanting him to reach it just yet.

“Yeah,” Jaebum answered quickly, as if he had been expecting you to ask. His movements were fast as he switched places with you, his lips already on yours as soon as he was on top of you, eager to continue what had been interrupted.

You relaxed against the soft bed, rolling your head back against the pillow and shutting your eyes as Jaebum reached his hand into your underwear. Jaebum didn’t do much to quiet your noises of pleasure (actually, you were quite convinced that he liked when you were loud), and instead, moved his lips your neck and nipped at the softest of spots there as his fingers moved inside of you.

Just as you had done, Jaebum stopped just as you were on the edge, pulling his fingers out of you and removing his lips from your neck. Pulling both of your remaining clothes off as quickly as possible, Jaebum moved between your legs, knowing by now the perfect position.

Not wasting any time, Jaebum didn’t take long before thrusting into you, both of you extremely eager for the absolute pleasure.

The pace became quicker as the moments passed, as did your noises becoming louder and bodies becoming more exhausted. Jaebum had resorted to resting his head on your shoulder as he continued, and you both realized that maybe it had been too late into the night for this.

Either way, it didn’t take long at all for you both to reach your climax, having already been halfway there before even starting. That familiar, burning feeling of pleasure engulfed you both as you screamed out loud, riding out your high before collapsing onto one another as you caught your breath.

Jaebum went back to playing with your hair, though it was now more messy than before, and damp with sweat. You watched his face as he did so, smiling at the way his eyebrow would occasionally twitch with concentration, his eyelids drooping more and more as each moment passed.

“You really wanna know why?” you asked, using the sheets to pull yourself closer to him, your head resting against his chest.

You felt Jaebum nod against the top of your head, and you waited a moment before answering.

“Because no amount of time with you would ever be enough.” you whispered, so quiet that you weren’t sure if he had even heard you.

Jaebum sighed slowly, his face nuzzling into your mess of hair. There was a long period of.silence before he replied.

“In that case…I wish you could, too.” he said, his arms just barely tightening around you.

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How would Mark/JB/Youngjae react if they came home to the apartment with it decorated (badly :3) with Christmas decorations?

Mark, the moment he opens the door, would notice the different-seeming atmosphere to the apartment.  Slowly, he would rid his feet of his shoes and torso of his heavy winter jacket before cautiously walking through the living room.  His head would roll back as he looks at all of the gaudy ceiling ornaments hanging down in unsightly groups, "Oh my gosh..." he'd whisper to himself, eyes now moving toward the window where you'd stuck many different stickers.  "Babe," he would call out, turning away from the living room decorations, only to find more as he searched for you through the apartment.  "Who destroyed the apartment?" Mark would ask upon seeing you lying defeated on the bed, exhausted from your hard work at decorating.  Once you make it thoroughly aware that it was all your doing and how lovely you believed it looked, he would laugh as he fakes some sort of smile and slyly lies, "Well it looks really great.. I, I love it!"

JB would have none of this!  Since he's as chic as he makes out to be, his apartment would also have to be just as chic as he.  Walking inside, he would watch you from a corner of the kitchen as you finish off your holiday decoration job, his lips upturned as he scowls at the garish ornaments stuck to and propped up all around the room.  "What have you done?!" he would cry out once you turn to JB to greet him, "Where did you even get this things?" He would start carefully picking up the Christmas items you'd placed on the kitchen counter, before looking back over at you with a grimace toward the showy little decoration.  "What if we were to just... change this all around a bit, eh?" He would propose this idea hopefully, but once he sees that disappointed look on your face, JB would narrow his eyes and let out a deep, deep sigh with a roll of his eyes.  "Just kidding...! It's too great to change up, you just keep doing your thing!" He'd force a grin and nod, turning and walking away because he can't believe he just caved into leaving these dumb decorations up!

Let's be honest here; Youngjae would have absolutely no problem with gaudy looking holiday decorations.  He truthfully wouldn't even be able to tell that they looked horribly awful, in fact:  Youngjae would definitely compliment all of the decorations as he walks throughout the apartment.  "WHOA! I really like this one!" he would yell, running toward the snowflake hanging down from the middle of the ceiling in the hallway.  He would reach up to grasp it and twirl it around before letting you take him on a tour of the rest of the decorated home.  "Why didn't you wait for me to do all of this?" Youngjae would pout, frowning at you as he admires the tinsel you'd put around the doorways.  "Is there anything left to do?  I want to decorate some now!" He'd exclaim after returning to the living room from the extensive tour of the apartment.  Once you tell him that you'd emptied the box of holiday decorations, he would cross his arms over his chest and pout, "Next time you decorate, you have to wait for me, okay?"

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character: GOT7's BamBam author: rinni genre: fluff request: "since my birthday is new years eve, do you think you could do a birthday scenario with bambam? please thank you so much" notes: we hope you have a happy birthday, and a happy new year as well! please enjoy this scenario as our gift to you~

With Christmas and the festive holiday now at an end, only one more thing stood until the fresh beginning of the year - New Years.

You didn't particularly think of it as a holiday because, well, it's your birthday. Too selfless to consider your day of birth to be important yet too selfish to consider it unnecessary, you liked to think that the world was simply celebrating two good things at once. It made you feel good. What also made you feel good, was the arms of a certain handsome boy hugging around your waist. "Oh, your mom makes the best seafood," he complimented. He was referring to the birthday-slash-holiday meal your mother had made. It was tradition to serve a delicacy of seafood on this important but not too important day. You snickered, squeezing the hands that rested on your abdomen. "You said that last year." "Well, I'm not lying." Bambam pouted, resting his chin on top of your head. You were both standing outside, waiting. Chilled by the cold winter air, you cuddled our back closer to him, encouraging him to hold you closer. He complied happily, practically trying to meld your bodies together. "And now we wait." You both didn't have to wait long, for a line light was shot into the air before exploding into a fiery burst of beautiful colors. You laughed happily, jumping slightly in Bambam's grasp. He jumped too, just as excited. "They're so pretty! Almost as pretty as you!" He cooed over the sound, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You gave him a gentle hit, ignoring the whine in favor for leaning back and enjoying the show... Soon, nearly half an hour later, the last of the fireworks had been fired. You stretched a bit, taking a step away from him. It was time to go back inside. Stepping closer, you were suddenly stopped by Bambam. You gave him a pouty look. He smiled, humming happily, "You're not going to leave, are you? The show isn't over!" "What are you-" Suddenly, a flare was sent into the sky, followed by a loud boom and a burst of color. You took a deep breath, cheeks heating with your smile. A giant red heart, vibrant and beautiful, clouded the sky. Two warm hands clasped onto your waist, the handsome face of your lover suddenly filling your view. "Happy birthday my sweetheart." You bit your lip, "And a happy new year." That year (and your birthday) happily went out with a bang.

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character:GOT7'sMark author:megii genre:smut request(s):"A christmas themed smut scenario with Markk prettyy pleaseeee??^^" and "A holiday themed scenario with Markk?? A smut one pleaaseeeeee pleaseee pleaseeeee pleaseee" notes: As a favor for fifi, i've taken the liberty to help out and get a request--technically two--finished and out of the inbox. I hope you enjoy, dears~!

“It’s so nice to finally be home,” Mark announced as he plopped onto the couch as you were still removing your shoes at the door.  “I loved seeing everyone and all...but my gosh,” he continued, spouting out the frustration he felt toward being out from the early parts of the morning until the very end of daylight hours.

“I know, I know,” you agreed with his agitations, quickly joining him on the couch after removing your outside apparel.  “I’m beat and I’m aware that you are, too, but we need to have our special Christmas, now,” you cooed, hoping to ease his sour mood.  “And I know you’re going to love the presents I got you!”

Perking up more than previously, Mark sat up from his slouched position and leant forward as his eyes shot to the underneath of your small Christmas tree but soon back to you.  “Can’t we change first?” he proposed, fingers pinching at the fabric of his button up shirt.

You dug into the depths of your dresser drawer to grab not only one but two outfits; one for now and one for Mark’s surprise a little later on.  As soon as your clothes were in your hand, you darted from the bedroom to the bathroom, closing—and locking—the door behind yourself in order to change peacefully.  

“What the heck took you so long,” Mark snidely remarked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“It takes time to be this cute,” you snorted back, twirling as you grabbed at the antlers on the hood of your pajamas.  

“Are you saying I’m not cute because I didn’t take as long?!” Mark joked, holding his hand to his heart dramatically.

“That’s exactly it,” you laughed, shoving his shoulder. “No, but, let’s just open these now, I’m excited!”

  After each perfectly to less perfectly-wrapped box underneath your plastic tree had been opened and admired, it was finally time to let Mark have his last present for this year’s Christmas.  

“Wait, wait!” You yelled as Mark was beginning to get up from the floor, “I have one more gift for you, hold on!”  You pushed the wrapping paper off of your lap as you stood up, rushing through the living room and down the hall to the bedroom once again.  With a deep breath, you unzipped the deer pajama suit and threw it into the pile of other dirty clothes, leaving you now in very revealing lingerie, specially chosen to appeal to your boyfriend.

You halted for a moment, the anxiousness you were feeling getting the best of your fingers as you shakingly tried to apply a bright red headband with a large bow to your head.  “Okay, here goes,” you muttered, exiting the room and slowly making your way back to the equally anxious Mark.

“Close your eyes,” you ordered, still remaining out of his line of sight.

“They’re closed,” he replied soon after, having both squeezed his eyelids closed and held his hands over them as well.

“One, two, three,” you called out, now standing directly in front of your boyfriend, “Open!”  As his eyes opened, they got wider and wider, exploring every inch of your only slightly clothed body.  “I’m your last present,” you stated, shrugging your shoulders and giving him a sly grin.

“Does that mean I’m free to do whatever I please with you, then?” he asked, standing to his feet now as his arms reached out for you, hands landing on your hips to pull you closer to himself.

With a confirmation nod from you to his previous inquisition, Mark didn’t hesitate one moment to pull you flush against himself as his lips simultaneously made rough, needy contact with your own.  He slid his hands from your hips down to your butt, lifting you so that he could maneuver the both of your ways to the bedroom without breaking any—direly needed—contact with you.

As soon as the two of you entered the room, it was a rush to get to the bed and let hands roam wherever they pleased to.  Though, no matter how much you were enjoying the feeling of marks rough fingers scraping across your skin, the entire point to your ‘gift’ was to give Mark some well-deserved sexual attention after such busy schedules as of late.

“Mark,” you hummed, prying your lips from his to speak.  Once he took the time to pause and look at you, you used all of your power to literally flip the situation around; making yourself the person on top.

“Just let me do everything, okay?” you smirked, sliding your hand under his shirt and running your fingers up his abdomen in a sly attempt to get the shirt off of his torso.  It wasn’t much of an attempt, though, seeing as Mark was more than willing to remove the article of clothing for you, followed by the rest of his clothing.

It was as if you were beginning the events again as you crawled back up to Mark, pressing your lips to his, hands pressed flat against his bare chest.  His hands instantly found your sides, his fingers tenderly roaming the expanse of skin as they worked their way up to the clasp that kept your bra held against you.

As if trying to distract him, you trailed your lips from his down his jaw, tongue wandering against his flesh as you continuously kissed your way to his neck.  Teasing the skin in that area, you softly bit down and soon after soothed the area by running your tongue over it slowly.  Underneath you, Mark wriggled with impatience, already excited and ready for the events to yet arrive.

“Baaaabe,” he groaned, the pout evident just from his tone of voice.

With a soft breathed laugh against his neck, you reluctantly parted your lips from his neck, placing continuous soft pecks against his lips as you removed the remaining clothing from your body.  Sliding your hand between the small amount of room between your bodies and down his torso, you wrapped your fingers skillfully around his length, giving him a few excruciatingly slow strokes before lowering yourself onto him.

Mark quickly latched his hands onto your hips, fingers digging into your skin, likely to leave red blotches afterward.  It was only fair though, because you also were likely to leave marks of your own, what with the force you were pressing the tips of your fingers into his chest as you continuously lifted and lowered yourself onto him.

Not being able to take it any longer, Mark tightened his grip on your hips and flipped the two of you around, keeping his hold on you as he pushed himself further in and out of your core.  And with murmurs of some choice words accompanied by one more long, passionate kiss, it had felt as if your insides burst; endorphins filled with pure ecstasy rushing around your brain as your body shook from the sheer pleasure you were feeling.  Collapsing beside you in a heap of sweat and panted breaths, Mark had most definitely experienced the same ecstatic feelings as you had.

“Oh my… Wow,” he breathed, one hand rested on top of his quickly rising and falling chest as he looked over at you.

With a shrug and a small smile, you moved to give him one last kiss before lying your head on top of his chest.  “Merry Christmas, babe,” you mumbled, letting a small laugh bounce out of your throat.

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character: GOT7's Jr. author: fifi genre: fluff request: “hi! i love your scenarios ^^ i want to request one with Jinyoung where he, his wife and daughter spend christmas at home. please make it super fluffy ;^; thank you <3”

“Good morning.” Jinyoung said with a smile, each of his hands on the sides of your head as he pecked a kiss on your forehead.

“Mm, and Merry Christmas.” 

“Mom! Mom! Wake up! It’s Chriiiiiistmas!”

The bed shook violently from the weight of your daughter jumping up and down, immediately waking you from your sleep. You smiled with your eyes still closed, reaching your arms out and waiting for her to jump into them.

“Merry Christmas, baby girl.” you said with a groggy voice, kissing the top of her head as she lay in your arms.

“Hurry and get up! We have to open the presents!” she squealed, jumping out of your arms as quickly as she had jumped into them.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming!” you said, sitting up just as you heard her footsteps patter out of the room. After waking yourself up most of the way, you climbed out of bed and slowly made your way out to the living room.

Your husband was sat on the floor in front of the tree, watching as your daughter picked up the boxes and shook them, trying to guess what was inside of each one. He turned when he heard you enter the room, climbing off the floor and hurrying to greet you.

“Good morning.” Jinyoung said with a smile, each of his hands on the sides of your head as he pecked a kiss on your forehead.

“Mm, and Merry Christmas.” you replied quietly, still half-asleep.

“Are you guys ready?” your daughter asked loudly, sitting on the floor with a box in her lap.

“Yes, sweetheart.” you nodded, letting Jinyoung lead you over to the tree. You sat down next to him, and he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer and letting you rest your head on his shoulder as you both watched your daughter begin opening her presents.

Your smiles grew wider with each present that she opened, the excitement she expressed making your heart ache with happiness. You imagined that Jinyoung was feeling the same way as well, for each time that your daughter unwrapped a present, he’d squeeze you closer to him and let out a light chuckle.

After opening her last present, your daughter hurried over to you and Jinyoung and fell into your laps, wrapping her small arms around you both as much as she could and squealed happy ‘thank you’s into your ears.

“Of course, sweetheart.” Jinyoung said, tickling her sides and picking her up off of you both. “Now go play with your toys, and let mommy and daddy open their presents, hm?”

Your daughter nodded, turning and running back over toward the tree.

“I thought we said that we weren’t getting each other presents?” you asked as Jinyoung crawled across the floor, pulling a box out from the very back under the tree.

“Well, I broke the rules.” he said, setting the small box in front of you.

“That’s good, because I did, too.” you laughed, standing up from the floor and hurrying into the bedroom. Once you pulled the present out from its hiding place, you sat back down on the floor next to Jinyoung, placing the bag in front of him.

He looked down at it for a moment with a smile, before gesturing his hand toward you. “You first!”

You rolled your eyes, but easily gave in, reaching for the box and holding it in your hands. “Hm? I wonder what’s in here?” you said, shaking it and examining it like your daughter had with each of her gifts.

“What are you doing? Aren’t you dying with anticipation right now?” Jinyoung said, leaning forward to look at you closely, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

You let out a loud laugh, loving the fact that it was so easy to tease him. “Okay, okay - I’ll open it!”

Jinyoung smiled, sitting back and eagerly watching you as you peeled away at the wrapping paper. Letting the paper fall to the ground, a small jewelry box was revealed, and your heart rate sped up with nerves and excitement. Jinyoung had never gotten you any jewelry besides your wedding ring - what could possibly be as special as that?

You glanced over at your husband, his eyes sparkling and his lips curved in a smirk. You shook your head, laughing as you looked back down at the box in your hands, your quivering fingers working at pulling off the top.

Your eyes widened at the sight of a silver necklace; flat, circular beads of different sizes strung randomly across a delicate chain. It was breathtakingly beautiful - but you were slightly confused at what the meaning of it was.

Jinyoung scooted closer to you, wrapping his arm around you shoulder and holding the box with one of his hands as he leaned closer to explain.

“It’s one of those...y’know, the sound necklaces. Where they take the audio waves from a sound clip and make it into jewelry.” he let go of the box and pointed his finger toward the beads on the necklace, tracing it as he sang in a sweet, quiet tone, “I love you.”

“Oh,” you looked up at him, eyes wide. “So these are...the soundwaves to your voice? On this necklace?”

Jinyoung nodded proudly, his smile spread wide across his face.

You felt your cheeks grow red as tears began to sting your eyes. “This is...this is amazing, Jinyoung.”

“Are you...crying?” Jinyoung asked, leaning forward and trying to look at your face.

“No, no! Why would I be crying?” you said quickly, leaning away from him and trying to avoid his gaze.

“Ah, don’t cry!” he said, tickling at your sides like he always did when he wanted to make you smile. “It’s really not that great, there’s no reason to cry!”

“But it is!” you laughed, letting the tears escape your eyes freely now as you looked up at him. “It’s...it’s the best gift I’ve ever received. Really.” you leaned closer, pecking a quick kiss on his lips. “Thank you, Jinyoung.”

He nodded, taking the box from your hands and releasing the necklace from it. He moved to sit behind you, telling you to hold up your hair before draping the necklace around your neck, securing the clasp and letting it fall onto your skin.

“Now, any time that I can’t be here to sing to you or tell you how much I love you, all you have to do is look at your necklace.”

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request: “Can i request Jackson being a sweetheart and giving you flowers? ^^” author: fifi genre: fluff character: GOT7's Jackson

Though their face was covered up with a bouquet of flowers, you immediately recognized the big hands holding the bouquet, and the style of the clothes they were wearing. Letting out a soft chuckle, you opened the door all the way.

The abrupt knock on the door that rang through your silent home made you jump up from your sleep, realizing that you must have fallen asleep on the couch while watching TV. You paused the show (even though you obviously hadn’t been watching it for a while anyway) and picked yourself up off the couch. You made your way across the room to the front door, at the same time trying your best to straighten yourself out and make it look like you hadn’t been sleeping when it wasn’t even dark outside yet.

You placed your hand on the doorknob, letting out a big yawn before shaking your head and opening the door just a crack, peeking out into the hallway of your apartment complex to see who had knocked.

Though their face was covered up with a bouquet of flowers, you immediately recognized the big hands holding the bouquet, and the style of the clothes they were wearing. Letting out a soft chuckle, you opened the door all the way.

“Jackson?”

He peeked his head out from behind the mass of flowers, his cheeks slightly flushed as he grinned at you. “Surprise.”

“What’s this for?” you asked, taking the flowers from his hands as he held them out to you. “I didn’t expect you to be back in town for at least a week.” “Well, I wanted to surprise you!” he said, stepping past you and making his way into your apartment.

“Ah, I see.” you blushed to yourself, bringing the flowers to your face and inhaling the amazing fragrance of them, realizing that Jackson must have just picked them up. “You didn’t have to bring me flowers to surprise me, though. I would’ve been happy with just seeing you-”

Jackson spun around, quickly closing the distance between you both as he cupped your face with both of his hands. “But I wanted to.” he said quietly, grinning.

You laughed, nodding as you lowered your eyes from his gaze. “Well, thank you, then.”

“You’re welcome.” he replied, pecking a quick kiss on the tip of your nose before turning away from you and heading toward the couch. “Now, what were you doing before I came? I want to just spend a normal night with you.” he looked over his shoulder at you. “I’ve missed that.”

You exhaled a small laugh, setting the flowers down on the table to be put in a vase later before following him into the room. “Honestly? I was sleeping.”

Jackson chuckled, shaking his head. “Ah, I probably could’ve guessed that.”

“What do you mean by that?” you asked with a laugh, hitting his arm lightly.

“Nothing, nothing!” he said, waving his hands in the air in defense. “It’s just that you...you like to sleep! That’s all!”

“Mhm. Okay, Jackson.” you said, shaking your head as you stepped past him and threw yourself down on the couch.

“What were you doing before you slept?” he asked, sitting down next to you and looking at you expectantly.

“Mm...watching this movie-” you picked up the remote, pointing at the TV only to sigh at the sight of the news being broadcast on the screen. “Well, I was watching a movie. I guess it’s over now.”

Jackson nodded, averting his gaze away from the screen and back toward you. “Ah, well I guess we’ll have to occupy ourselves with something else, then.” he said with a raised eyebrow.

“Hm…” you tapped your finger on your chin, staring off into space for a moment and acting as if you were thinking. “watch a different movie?”

Jackson laughed, shaking his head. “Well, that’s not exactly what I had in mind…”

“I recorded one just the other night that I thought you’d like!” you said, leaning forward and focusing on the screen as you pushed a few buttons on the remote. You bit your lip, trying your best not to crack up laughing. You hadn’t seen him in weeks, and you wanted to have a little fun messing with him...

You saw Jackson sit back out of the corner of your eye, and nearly lost it when you heard him let out a long sigh.

“What are you laughing at?” he asked, grabbing your arm and shaking it lightly.

“I think...I think the news anchor messed up, that’s all.” you said, trying to contain your giggles as best as you could. “Ah! Found it.” you exclaimed, pressing the ‘select’ button before setting down the remote and sitting back on the couch.

“What’s...what’s this?” Jackson asked with wide eyes as the intro to an obviously cliche chick-flick began to play on the screen.

“What? It’s my favorite movie, Jackson.”

Jackson nodded, his eyebrows furrowed with confusion as he tried to understand.

Barely five minutes passed before you couldn’t take it anymore, bursting out into laughter as you reached for the remote, pressing the power button and waiting for the screen to go black before turning to Jackson. You scooted closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Just kidding.” you whispered, kissing him quickly.

Jackson sighed in relief, his hands finding their way to your waist and pulling you even closer. “Ah, I was really hoping so.”