#jackson blurb

[mxillusion]

JACKSON WANG PLEASE

You want Jackson? You get Jackson! Wait, that sounds weird. Well, that fits this.. weird blurb. I have no idea what this is. haha. Hope you enjoy! 

You already knew that this was a bad idea. That's one of many reasons you felt so uncomfortable this evening, but since you needed to keep your secret safe, you had no other choice but to play along. You knew it from the very beginning, but Jackson kept telling you that you'd be able to survive this evening somehow. And you believed him. At least you tried.

Keeping your relationship a secret wasn't easy, especially when you were with all your friend like you were now. One of your best friends was way too wary already, and you were afraid you two would reveal yourselves by being incautious. It felt like you were under permanent observance, so it was just a matter of time until you'd make a mistake. One glance, one single touch, could be enough.

Everything seemed to be okay, somehow.

But only until one of the others suggested to play truth or dare. You glanced at Jackson, hoping he would have a spontaneous suggestion to remedy the situation you were in now. You couldn't duck out since this would be suspicious, but you couldn't participate either, because you had to lie about a few questions that were inevitably about to come.

However, Jackson stayed silent. He was trying to cheer you up with a slight smile but didn't quite succeed. He was way too nervous.

The first questions were simple. Easy. But as soon as it was your turn, your palms got a little more sweaty.

"Truth or dare, Y/N?"

You hesitated for a moment, not quite sure what to answer. Carefully you glanced at Jackson, who's poker face was totally on point. He was able to hide all the insecurity perfectly.

"Dare," you heard yourself say. Nervously you chewed on your lower lip, waiting for what was about to come next. It seemed like a smart choice to choose dare instead of truth. At least you wouldn't have to lie now.

"I dare you to kiss Mark."

Fuck.

You quickly glanced at Jackson again, now in full panic mode. Too bad your poker face wasn't as good as his. Like, not at all.

"What?" you heard Bambam ask, "are you wetting your pants just because of one stupid kiss?" Everyone was laughing, and you just blamed the alcohol in their systems for acting this childish.

You sighed audibly, cursing this god damn situation you were stuck in and just wished you'd somehow escape out of it without getting busted. So you took a big sip of your drink to gain some liquid courage before you slowly leaned into Mark's direction, who was only giggling.

Just as you were about to get over with it, and your lips almost met, Jackson jumped back on his feet. "This is ridiculous!"

Mark was grinning from ear to ear. "You got a problem?"

"Yes, I have indeed. Don't you dare kiss my girl!" he crowed without thinking it through. As soon as he realized what he just did, he sighed heavily.

"Your girl, huh?" Bambam was looking at you and back to his friend.

"Yes, my girl. Something wrong with that?" he barked, grabbing your arm to pull you onto your feet and wrap his arm around your waist.

You heard the boys chuckling as Bambam was shaking his head. "You really thought you could keep that from us?" He tilted his head, looking back into your direction. "He's really bad at keeping secrets from us, you know?" he whispered and you just had to laugh.

As you glanced up at him you could've sworn you saw a soft redness on Jackson's face but he kept playing the tough guy. "And you thought playing truth or dare would be a good idea then?"

"Sure," Bambam said chuckling, "it worked, didn't it? You finally spilled it."

Both of you had to grin, and you just felt relieved now that it's finally been said. You carefully leaned into Jackson's embrace to close your eyes as he placed a soft kiss on your temple. No more hiding now. Finally, you could be able to show the whole world how much he meant to you.

[starsforbammie]

[2:22 PM] It was unusual to come home to silence, one where most of the time Jackson would hear your music playing, you talking to your pet parrot, or to someone on the phone. But now that he stepped foot in your shared home, finding no trace of you, it took him a moment to wonder if you were even real. He hesitated after closing the door, looking at his lockscreen to see that she does exist.

Everything of yours was gone, vanity and closet empty, fridge full of your favorite snacks gone and bathroom empty of your sweet smelling soap and perfume. Jackson called your number, furrowing his eyebrows at the machine telling him the number was no longer in service. He stepped into the kitchen, noticing- after a few minutes- the folded paper on the counter. He let out a shaky breath, hands shaking as he set the note down, calling any of your friends.

I told you I was going to disappear if you went back to her.

[cavs729]

Insecure

You have always been insecure about your thighs and butt. You always thought that they were too big, and it was always a challenge when shopping for jeans or pants. You never had a thigh gap, and envied those who did.

Your boyfriend, Jackson, knew that you didn't like them, and would tell you constantly that you were beautiful and that he loved your thighs and butt. You always gave him a smile, but you never believed that you were beautiful.

One day, you were having a really bad day, mentally. You weren't depressed, per say. You did, however, just feel down and blue. You put on some leggings and a t-shirt. You had no motivation to do anything, so you dressed for a lazy day.

You threw your hair up in a messy bun, and walked out of yours and Jackson’s shared bedroom and headed downstairs. You stopped at the bottom of the stairs when you heard your boyfriend and someone else talking in the living room.

"Dude, these pictures are great and all, but have you ever noticed how big Y/N's thighs are?" The voice that you recognized to be Bambam’s echoed in the living room.

You stopped in your tracks. Tears began to well in your eyes. You kept listening, hoping that Jackson would say something to deter the conversation.

"Oh, dude. Trust me, I know. And her ass, huge!" Jackson replied. You could hear them both chuckling at the statement.

You couldn't take it anymore. You ran back up the stairs and into your shared bedroom. You slammed the door and ran to the bed. You crawled under the covers and cried your eyes out.

How could your boyfriend say that, knowing how much I hate my thighs and butt? How could he let Bambam say things like that, too? Am I just some piece of meat to them?

These thoughts kept running through your mind, as the tears kept falling. After a couple minutes, you heard a faint knock on the door. You didn't say anything. You didn't want to talk to him.

The cracked the door slightly. "Babe?" Jackson whispered.

You stayed still, tears still streaming down your face.

He walked in, and closed the door silently behind him. You could hear his footsteps heading towards the bed. You felt the other side of the bed dip down, and felt a gentle touch on your face.

You squirmed out of his touch, and moved away from him. You could hear Jackson sigh. He pulled his hand back to him.

"Y/N, what's wrong? Are you mad at me?" You could hear the innocence in his voice, and it almost made you want to pull him into a hug. But then you remembered what was said, and went back to being upset.

After a few seconds of no response from you, he continued, "Babe. Please. Tell me what's up."

You gave a quick sigh, and sat up to face him. His eyes widened when he saw your eyes bloodshot, and the tear stains on your cheeks. He reached over to you and said, "Oh my God, Y/N, why are you crying? What happened?"

You brushed his hands off again, and gave him a stern look. "You ever noticed how big Y/N's thighs are?" you said, mocking Bambam’s voice, then his, "Oh, dude. Trust me, I know. And her ass, huge." You rolled your eyes and turned away from him.

Jackson hung his head in shame, realizing that you overheard his and Bambam’s conversation.

"Y/N..." he started.

"No Jackson.” You interrupted him. "You know how much I hate my thighs and butt. You know how they make me feel. You and Bambam made it seem like I was just a piece of meat. Like nothing about me mattered but the two sole things that I hate most. Do you understand how that makes me feel?" You were whispering at this point. The tears were threatening to fall from your eyes again.

Jackson let out a small sigh, and looked up at you with sad eyes. "Y/N, I am so sorry. I guess I just got caught up in looking at how beautiful you were in that dress from the party last week, that I didn't even think about you possibly overhearing. Plus, I got caught up in boasting about how I got the most beautiful girl in the world as my girlfriend."

You rolled your eyes. You knew he was telling the truth, but you were still annoyed and self-conscious.

Jackson then gave a smirk, knowing what he had to do to make you feel better and forgive him. He got up and locked the door, and walked back over to stand in front of you while you sat on the bed.

You were eyeing him the whole time, confused. You had no idea what he was planning.

He looked down at you, with a slight smirk on his face. He grabbed you by your thighs, and leaned in close to your face. You felt his breath tickling your cheek. "I'm about to show you just how beautiful you really are."

You felt a hitch in your breath, as you tried to remind him of his company. "What about Bam?”

"He can wait. I need to show my girl how much I love her and admire her."

He hands ran up and down your thighs, and his lips left small kisses on your neck. You moaned at his touch, and wrapped your hands around his neck, forgetting how mad at him you were just a minute ago.

His lips left your neck and attached to your lips. His hands wandered to your butt, and he squeezed it, making you let out a small squeal. He smiled in the kisses, and continued to deepen your kiss.

The two of you spent a good while doing what needed to be done, until you heard a knock on the door. The two of you separated, wide-eyed because you forgot about Bambam being there.

"Dude, you and Y/N alright?" you heard his voice muffled through the door.

The two of you let out a chuckle, and Jackson gave you a peck on the nose, and got up, threw his clothes back on, and headed out to reassure Bambam that everything was fine, and they could head back downstairs.

On his way out, Jackson gave you a cheeky wink, letting you know things were far from over.

You grinned, knowing that your boyfriend loved you for who you are, and maybe it was time that you started loving yourself. I mean, if you can have someone who is so in love with you for your flaws, why shouldn't you love them, too?

You got dressed, and headed downstairs to join the guys. You couldn't wait until Bambam left so you and Jackson could finish what you had started.

Masterlist

[a-diary-for-seoulmates]

[Jan. 26, 2019 11:15 am]

Jackson’s eyes lit up as you finally sent him a FaceTime request. He felt like he hadn’t seen you in months even though you left to visit your family only two days ago. As your face showed up on his screen, his smile only grew (if that was even possible) as he was met with your bed head and sleepy face. You’d clearly just woken up, but he still thought you looked absolutely breathtaking. His mood didn’t last long though, and soon Jackson was pouting as he stared at you through his screen.

“Hey baby, is everything okay?” You asked, concerned about his sudden change in mood.

Jackson shook his head, “No, I’m mad at you.” You were utterly confused as to what you could have possibly done to upset him, and before you could even ask, he was answering the question you were about to ask as if he’d read your mind himself. “You said you’d call me at 9. You’re two hours late and I can’t even be mad because you clearly just woke up and you look absolutely adorable and I hate that I’m not there waking up next to you.”

He watched as you cocked your head in confusion, “So your mad at me because you can’t be mad at me?”

“Exactly.” He huffed, going back to pouting.

He watched as an infectious smile spread across your face and he knew then and there that he was about to melt in your hands. “Jackson...” you shook your head and giggled, only making him melt more.

“Yeah?” Jackson asked, giving up as his pout was already fading into a grin.

“I love you.”

“I love you too...”

[just-some-random-blogger]

Car Rides

[Blurb I]

GOT7 Jackson Wang x Reader Summary: Jackson brings you to school. Word Count: <300 Warnings: Mundane, fluff, crack-ish, no plot tbh, etc.

A/N: This isn’t a series, the header is just for me because I write stories on my notebook and give them titles like that. It’s just there so i can keep track.OKAY BB THANKS

He puckered his lips out, both because he was being petty and because he wanted a kiss. “Ahh! Babyyy! Just one kiss,” he whined.

“Jackson, I swear to-- I’M LATE!” you say trying to wrangle out of his tight grip as he continued whining. The denim jacket on your arms was only enabling him to keep you put on the passenger seat beside him. And if it weren’t for the seat belt in front of him, Jackson would’ve jumped in front of you.

“One last kiss,” Jacskon hummed, lower lip protruded. You scoff out a chuckle and roll your eyes, “K. 1 kiss.”

He smiled widely, squinting his eyes as you lean over and smack your lips against his. You place your hands on his cheeks and are surrounded by the scent of him as you share the quick but intimate connection.

“I love you, loser,” you say, pulling on the hood of his jacket, putting it over ruffled hair. You chuckled as you removed the seat belt around you.

You ran out of his black Benz, proceeding to walk backwards as you waved Jackson and his pretty face goodbye. He did the exact same thing, however with a lot more conviction, his hand moving back and forth rapidly.

You nearly trip as you continue walking back.

“YA!” Jackson sprang out of the driver’s seat window, proceeding to sit there, arms rested on the roof. “Watch where you’re going!”

You stick your tongue out, “Sure, dad.”

Jackson gasps loudly, exaggeratedly, “kinky.” He waves again, “See you later, sweetheart.” He screams at the top of his lungs, shaping arms over his head like a heat, “I LOVE YOU TOO.”

[sunmisgirl]

you agreed to babysit your nieces and nephew on saturday before realizing jackson planned a date night for the two of you. you hurriedly call him and apologize profusely for mixing up your plans. he tells you not to worry and asks if he can help you babysit. you appreciate his gesture and bid him goodnight. 

fast forward to saturday. you never noticed how much of a handful your nieces and nephew are, but thankfully jackson is right there to assist. the kids immediately gravitate to him and they take turns dancing to songs on the radio while you fix them a snack in the kitchen. later that night, the kids and jackson are watching despicable me and you finish putting away the toys that were scattered around the room. your eyes meet across the room and he smiles before beckoning you to join them. you can’t help imagining a future with him by your side.

[defmoon]

[11:04 am] Jackson softly pushes back your hair that the wind messed up

[soft-kpop-hours]

[11:04am] Your life with Jackson had become absurdly domestic and cute. On as many days as possible one of you woke up to the other making breakfast. Honestly what had really solidified the domestic life was when you got a puppy. You had joked that Jackson was already a puppy so what did you need another one for. Really though, seeing Jackson with your new puppy was the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.