A/n: this is long over due, but thank you to the anon who requested this, hope you like it!
“I can sense your anxiousness from here.” You roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s unnecessary comment.
“I can’t help but be anxious Jacks. I’m meeting your parents for the first time to tonight.” Unable to keep still, you twiddle your thumbs in your lap. Removing one of his hands from the steering wheel, Jackson softly takes your hand into his, causing for you to stop your actions. Gently rubbing your hand with his thumb, he says to you, “Love, there’s nothing to be worried about. My parents are lovely people, and you’re an amazing person, so of course they’re going to love you.” Bringing your hand up to his lips, he lays a sweet kiss that relieves you of the tension in your body that you did not realize that was present.
Softly, you ask, “But what if they don’t?”
“Then we’ll just have to make them like you, but Y/n, trust me, okay? I’m pretty sure my mom already loves you from what I’ve told her, and plus my dad does not have a single ounce of hate in his body.” Jackson’s words bring you some sense of relief, however, your worries still lay unsettled in your mind.
When the two of you reach Jackson’s parent’s home, Jackson had led you to the front door. All the nerves that Jackson made go away in the car ride coming back as you see the door begin to open.
“Jackson, my little boy! I’ve missed you!” Pulling Jackson into a hug, his father tightly embraces him. The image warms your heart. Once the two men pull away from each other, Jackson’s father immediately pulls you into a hug, “Y/n! It’s so nice to finally meet you.”
Awkwardly hugging him back, you say, “It’s nice to meet you too, I’ve heard so many things about you from Jackson.”
“Oh, I sure do hope good things. Please come on in. Jackson’s mother is in the kitchen, here let me go get her.”
When he goes to fetch his wife, you take your chance to observe the house, there are plenty of family pictures along the wall, one that stands out to you the most. Walking up to it, you can’t help but laugh. Noticing what you’re laughing at, Jackson goes to defend himself, “Hey, don’t laugh at that picture of me, I was 13 and was in my awkward phase.”
Unable to stop yourself from laughing at the pout on Jackson’s face, you tell him, “It’s cute, you were cute back then.”
Before Jackson could get in another word, his mother comes running towards him and crushes him into a hug and he returns the hug with the same amount of pressure. “Oh, there’s my little boy! It’s been too long.” You find it endearing how no matter how old Jackson is and how big he is, that his parents still call him their little boy. When they pull apart, Jackson motions towards you, “Mom, this is Y/n.”
Quickly, you pull out the bouquet of flowers that you had bought for her, “Hello, I wasn’t sure what to bring, so I brought you these flowers, I hope you like them.” Taking the flowers into her hands she observes them for a second before quickly pulling you into a hug, They’re beautiful, Y/n, just like you. I’ve seen so many pictures of you from what Jackson’s sent me, but the camera does not do you justice.” Your face reddens from her compliment. You now know the reason why Jackson was so kind and friendly, he got it from both of his parents.
“Oh, it’s such good timing, dinner’s almost ready, boys why don’t you help set the table.”
Walking into the kitchen to see if Jackson’s mother needed any help with dinner, you are met with the familiar scent. Approaching the stove, you see that it’s a dish from your home country, specifically you’re favorite one.
As Jackson’s mother begins to plate the food, she says, “I hope that you’re okay with eating this for dinner. Jackson told me that this was your favorite meal that your mother would cook for you, and I just thought it’d be nice to have with you.” You smile at thoughtfulness she had put into making dinner for tonight. Assisting her with the plates, you tell her, “I’m perfectly fine with this. From the smell alone, I know it’s going to taste amazing.”
“That’s very nice for you to say Y/n. I know it won’t be the same as your mother’s, but I do hope it’s good enough.”
Once the two of you finish setting the table, Jackson’s mother calls the two men to quickly come. When he enters the dining room, Jackson gives you a warm smile and goes to pull out your chair for you, the proceeds to do the same for his mom before he settles down in the chair next to you.
“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m starving, let’s dig in.” Jackson’s dad says before he takes a big bite. Taking a bite yourself, your close your eyes and let the taste of it settle in your mouth. It reminds you of the memories of your mother making this dish every time for your birthday ad every time something good happened to you, and it makes you feel at home. When you open your eyes, you realize that Jackson’s mother has been watching your reaction the whole entire time, slightly embarrassed, your face flushes.
“Is it okay, Y/n? I tried to do the best that I could, but I’m sure it tastes different from your mother’s.”
Quickly reassuring her, you say, “No, no, it’s wonderful. It tastes exactly like my mom’s.” A smile quickly breaks through on her face, making your smile even wider. “Oh, that’s wonderful to hear!”
“Wow, Y/n. If this is how all food from your country tastes like, I think I’m going to need to eat more dishes from there.” Jackson’s dad says to you. Putting in his own input, Jackson tells his parents, “Oh, there’s this one dish that Y/n makes for me all the type and it’s the most delicious thing in the world, of course along with your cooking mom.” Hearing Jackson brag about your cooking skills causes for your face to flush.
“Oh, is that so? Maybe next time we come visit you can cook it for us.”
Smiling you say, “I would love to.”
The evening goes on as the four of you casually converse with one another. Jackson’s parents tell you all of his embarrassing moments of when he was growing up, and you basically had to shove fork in his mouth to stop him from whining all the time. You also get to tell them more about yourself and what it’s like back in your country.
After everyone was done with dinner, you had all helped in washing and putting up the dishes, more like you and Jackson’s mother did all the work, while Jackson and his dad messed around in the kitchen; the four of you made your way to the backyard to hang out under the night sky.
Walking up to the speaker that was set up outside, Jackson’s father started playing ‘Stand By Me,’ and held out his hand to his wife. She gladly took it, and they began dancing underneath the stars.
Thinking back on the evening, you could day that you had really enjoyed every moment of it. Jackson’s parents had made you feel welcomed in their house and practically treated you as if you had known each other for a long time. You could with 99% confidence say that they liked you.
“What did I say?” Jackson starts as he playfully bumps into your side interrupting your train of thought, “I told you that there was nothing to be nervous about. They love you.”
Rolling your eyes at his playfulness, you admit to him, “Okay, you were right. I just didn’t realize that all the love that you hold for people is because of your parents, but now I know.”
“Y’know, there was a tiny part of me that was nervous that they weren’t going ot like you.” Jackson’s confession causes for concern to grow within you, but before you could voice it out, he continues, “I was worried that I would have to pick sides, and we all know how much of a mama’s boy that I am, but I don’t think your worth losing Y/n; so, I’m glad that it didn’t come down to that because I’m not so sure that they would’ve been happy with my decision.”
Raising an eyebrow at him, you ask, “Are you saying that you would have picked me over your parents?”
Nodding his head, he says, “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
At times like this, you wonder how you managed to find a man as wonderful as Jackson, “Jacks…You know I love you right?”
Taken back by your question, he dramatically gasps, “Wha- of course I do. Why would you even ask that?”
“I just wanted to remind you that’s all.”
Leaning over, he lays a kiss on your temple then takes a step forward, bringing out a hand towards you, “So then you know I love you too, right?”
Placing your hand on his, and letting him take the lead in the dance, you respond, “Of course I do.”
A/n: first thing I've posted since my unexpected hiatus, I hope everyone enjoyed it! feedback is always welcomed, so don't be afraid to tell me what you thought of this
First this man is a pleaser okay, he gets off by knowing he gets you off
Don’t let that fool you he still likes to be in control most of the time
Sex isn’t just about fun, it is a way for mutual connection. so mutual satisfaction is important to him.
dirty talk is a rarity, he is going to compliment the hell out of you and himself to get you in the mood
hands, hands, handsy okay he wants to look, see, feel, and touch everything
your cute giggles are a turn on, like when your voice gets cute and girly or soft sensuous and sexy, his mind has already gone there
Don’t expect a tremendous amount of foreplay, he would rather get to the point
Also he likes variety so a change of scenery would be a regular thing
that means, shower,sofa, kitchen, bedroom, pool, balcony, his studio, his private cars, your house, his house, outdoor, indoor, it doesn’t matter as long as it’s private and secluded, nowhere is off limits.
Honestly I see him as having a bit of a hair kink, he will pull yours but he definitely loves for you to pull his when he does something right
Sex is a bit of a competition, every time is a conquest for him
that means prepare for a chase he likes to be chased and he likes to be the chaser
toys aren’t a major thing unless he feels very very very adventurous or you insist on it.
as far as positions he likes when he can display his strength
so restraining you, lifting you up, or wall sex is a must
also any positions that allows him to be as physically close to you as possible is a go to for him, he wants to feel every part of you
everybody and their mom knows that this man loves thighs so he would literally go into a high when you wrap your thighs around him and give him a squeeze
oral for him is 50/50 you give what you get, only time you get extra is on your birthday or special occasions
he has three basic rhythms slow and steady, fast and hard,or deep and agonizingly slow (of course he has variations)
he isn’t super vocal deep groans and grunts are about as extensive as it gets, but he can make more noise if he knows you like it.
all in all this man knows how to please and it doesn't take him long to be attuned to your body
Request: Hello lovelies! Recently I've been worried sick for my baby Jackson 😭I hope he is alright, I wanted to ask if u guys could do an imagine in which y/n realised that Jackson is hospitalised and takes care of him❤thank you so much
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 789 (It’s a little short, but I hope you like it ahh)
“Stop.”
Poke.
“Stop it.”
Poke.
“I will throw you off of this hospital bed if you don’t quit poking my face do not tempt me boy.”
Jackson laughed, finding absolute joy in irritating you despite his current condition. You lifted you head from the railing and looked up at him.
He flinched a little, bracing himself for the familiar small punch against his shoulder.
“C’mon now, you wouldn’t hurt a guy in a... Y/N WAIT-”
You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips when you reached over to adjust his pillow. It was nearing around probably 1 a.m., but leaving wasn’t an option.
---
“Hello?”
“Hey uh, it’s Mark. Something happened.”
“What’s going on? Is everything alright?”
“Meet me at the hospital.”
Every possible outcome became worse as time wore on during traffic. Your hands were unsteady and the only audible noise was the sound of your heart banging against your chest. Why did Mark call instead of Jackson? Why wasn’t he answering your calls? Why were you meeting at the hospital? You turned the radio on to a random station, anything was better than the messy thoughts scrambling through your mind.
“-GOT7′s Jackson collapses during a fan-meeting today...”
Collapsed?
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When you first walked into the room, he looked absolutely exhausted. Never had you seen him look so...fragile? Jackson always powered through everything he faced. He took every challenge handed to him in stride and seeing him like this tugged at your heart.
The second he saw you with your arms and head resting against the railing of the bed, he turned over to kiss the top of your head.
That didn’t go as smoothly as planned.
Your head immediately jerked up when you felt something move.”
“OW.”
“JACKSON YOU’RE AWAKE OH MY GOD DID I-”
“YEAH, YEAH YOU DID BABE.”
“I’M SO SORRY I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE AWAKE.”
“YOU ARE LITERALLY SO HARD-HEADED I THINK YOU BROKE MY NOSE.”
“WELL WHY DID YOU DO THAT?” As horrible as you felt, it was incredibly difficult to hold in your laughter.
“ARE YOU LAUGHING AT MY PAIN?” He wasn’t serious either. He was looking at you with that big dorky smile and tired puppy eyes, trying his best to not laugh either. That was what you fell in love with; he could make you laugh no matter what condition he was in.
His nose was fine, it was just his flair for the dramatic.
Occasionally he’d fall in and out of consciousness. You made it a priority to be by his side each time he woke up. You’d adjust his sheets, his pillow (for the third time), and if you weren’t looking through your phone, you were carefully observing him. His hands matched perfectly with yours. You traced little circles on his palm with your fingertips, listening to the sound of his quiet breathing was more than enough for you to be content. Eventually you ended up passing out again as well, but that was interrupted with Jackson poking your cheeks.
“Do you think these monitors have a silence option?”
“I can’t believe you almost broke my nose Y/N.”
“I’m hungry. Don’t they have a cafeteria here?”
“Do you think dogs look at cats the way we look at apes? Does that make sense?” You know, ‘cause BamBam told me cats are basically dogs with long tails that make a different sound and I’ve really been thinking about-”
At full consciousness, he was still completely Jackson.
“I’m gonna go get you some food.”
“Y/N THIS IS IMPORTANT I NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THE DO-”
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You came back into the room with a jello and pudding. It wasn’t much, but you could use a snack too.
“What took you SO LONG?”
“The food didn’t look good. Unless you wanted a tofu burger?”
He responded by scrunching his nose while stretching his arms towards you. You handed him the jello, but he grabbed your arm instead and pulled you closer to him.
“Lay with me.”
“You’re crazy.” sitting on the side of the bed felt better, more safe. Not for you, but for him. Although he wasn’t in some sort of severe condition, it still felt like he was so breakable.
“Aish, just get over here.” he pulled your shoulders back and held your head close to his chest. His breathing was steady and you could hear his heartbeat. You turned and wrapped an arm over him and gave a small squeeze, feeling so grateful that he was okay.
“Y/N?”
“Hm?”
“Thank you.” he held you tightly, this time successfully planting a kiss atop your head.
“For what?” you let your eyes close a little bit, taking in the familiarity of his scent.
Anonymous said: “Can you please write an jackson wang imagine when I pull the I’m leaving you prank on him because he keeps pranking me Thank you”
I hope this was what you wanted! Thank you for the request <3 <3 </p>
Enough was enough. There was only so much you could take, and you had reached your limit.
It was time for some sweet revenge.
It had been funny when he rearranged everything in your kitchen cabinets so you couldn’t find anything, you had laughed when you had put your feet into your boots only to find them filled with water, you didn’t even get mad when you opened your bedroom door only to have a raw egg fall on your head. You weren’t phased when clingfilm was taped across the front door after a long day of work, and you forgave the time he replaced the hand soap with honey.
But as you pulled feathers from your hair, you knew this had to stop. By the time you realized that your favorite hat was full of them, it was too late. Feathers were everywhere, on the floor, in your hair, all over your clothes and some still floated around in the air.
You walked around your apartment, looking for ideas. You had never been one for pulling pranks, just watching them, and you didn’t know where to start.
As you wandered into yours and Jackson’s shared bedroom, you noticed your suitcase sticking out slightly from the closet. Jackson must have bumped it that morning getting his clothes, and you made to put it away. That’s when the idea came to you, the ultimate prank that would put an end to this feathery, sticky, wasteful nonsense.
Now all you had to do was set it up and wait.
When Jackson walked through the front door several hours later, he wasn’t expecting to see you sitting on the couch waiting for him with a glare. He knew the moment he walked in that something was wrong. You didn’t great him with your usual kiss, didn’t ask how his day was, didn’t say anything for a full minute.
“Hey babe.” He said hesitantly. “Something wrong?”
You looked up at him, and he noticed the glassy look in your eyes. “I don’t think this is going to work.”
He felt like the floor had been pulled out from under him, in an instant he felt like everything he had worked so hard for was gone. “Wh… What?” Surely you were talking about something else. You had to be. Maybe you meant that the trip the two of you had planned for next month wouldn’t work with your schedule?
“Us.” You clarified. “I don’t think we’re going to work. Who were we kidding anyway? This has to stop.”
You watched as Jackson dropped his bag, looking like he didn’t quite believe you. “Did something happen?” He asked, and his voice cracked slightly. “Babe, if I did something wrong, please just tell me, we can talk about this…” He walked over to where you were seated, sinking down on his knees in front of you. You could see tears welling in his eyes, and you felt a pang of guilt.
“It’s not that you did anything, we just… Jackson, we could never really work. Haven’t we been lying to ourselves for long enough?”
“I… No, you love me. I know you do.” There was a desperation in Jackson’s voice that made your heart feel like it was breaking, and seeing him cry made you cry too. You sniffed, telling yourself that you needed to stick with the plan. You stood, unable to look at Jackson anymore, and began walking over to the bedroom.
“If you’ll just talk to me, please, we can work this out. Is this about my parents? Your parents? People on the internet? Just ignore them, they don’t know us, they don’t know how much I lo–”
You turned around abruptly, facing Jackson almost nose-to-nose. “I’ve made up my mind, Jackson.” You opened the door, walking over to the bed where your suitcase sat.
“We’ll talk in the morning, it’ll be better then–” He stopped when he saw your suitcase, and his knees gave out. That was when you knew you couldn’t keep up the charade.
You hurried over to his shaking form, kneeling down in front of him and putting your hand on his cheek. “Jackson, hey, look at me. Don’t cry, I’m sorry, it was a prank, I didn’t mean to make you so upset.”
“It’s my fault, isn’t it? For being gone so much?” You realized he wasn’t even listening anymore, and leaned in for a kiss. He froze the moment he felt your lips on his, and looked reproachful when you pulled away.
“That’s not fair.” He whispered. “You can’t kiss me after dumping me.”
“Baby,” You said, feeling utterly horrible as you brushed a tear from his cheek with your thumb. “It was a prank, a joke, I didn’t mean it. I’m so sorry.”
“What?” His eyes were red, and he wiped his nose with his sleeve as he tried to understand.
“I love you, I would never leave you.” You said, but he still didn’t look like he could believe you. “Look,” You said, standing to get the suitcase and bringing it back over to him. “It’s empty, see?” He watched as you opened it, and he took a deep shuddering breath.
“It was a prank?” He asked weekly, and you nodded.
“Revenge for all the pranks you’ve been pulling on me. I think it might have gone a little too far, though.” Jackson sniffed loudly in response, pulling you close and burying his face in your neck.
“I’m sorry.” You said again, and he let out a tired laugh.
“I guess I was asking for it.” There was a moment of silence between you before he spoke again. “So you’re really not leaving me?”
“Never.” You said, and his grip on you tightened, as though he were afraid you might disappear if he let go.
“I think this was worse than feathers in your hat.” He pointed out, and you had to agree. “You know it’s my turn for revenge now, right?”
You made a face, even though Jackson still couldn’t see it. “My plan was to get you to stop pranking me.”
“You could have just asked.” You could tell from his voice that he was pouting, and you pulled away enough to peck him on the lips once again.
“I did.” You sighed. “And you responded with clingfilm across the door, remember?”
He nodded slowly. “Oh, yeah.” He laughed, and you felt a wave of relief upon hearing it. “This was a pretty good prank, you know.” He said thoughtfully. “And you’re really good at acting, I even thought you were serious for a second there.”
“Oh really?” You snorted.
He nodded. “But your tears were totally fake, it was a dead giveaway.”
You gasped dramatically, pretending to be hurt by the words. “I will have you know that those tears were one hundred percent authentic.”
He rolled his eyes, standing and pulling your to your feet at the same time. “Sure they were. Did you chop unions before I got here or something?”
You shook your head. “Nope, seeing you cry makes me cry.” He looked like he wanted to say something else, but then gave a slightly breathless laugh.
“How am I supposed to be mad when you say stuff like that?” He complained as he tucked your hair behind your ear. You could tell that he wasn’t actually annoyed though, and decided that really, your plan had been a success.
