#jackson drabbles

“That’s the problem! He’ll love this Baymax version of me more than the normal me. Then I’ll be stuck in this costume for the rest of his childhood years.” You could practically imagine him pouting behind the mask. Over the years, you’ve learned that while your husband could be a tad too dramatic at times, he would do anything to be the reason behind your son’s smile and giggles. Jackson constantly yearned for the young boy’s attention and affection.

“That won’t happen, silly. Come on, I’ve got to get you downstairs. The crowd awaits your arrival.” 

Jackson waddled towards the door in true Baymax fashion, only to get stuck in the bedroom’s doorway. He made several attempts to push himself through the opening, but to no avail. His disappointed groans were accompanied by the unpleasant squeaks of plastic rubbing against the wooden doorframe. “I can’t get through!”

“Sweetie,” You spoke in the gentlest, most loving manner possible. “You’ll fit, just turn sideways.” Holding his forearms with your two hands, you helped Jackson to slowly manoeuvre through the doorway. “Yes, that’s it.” You encouraged him.

The next challenge presented itself not more than five seconds later, in the form of two flights of stairs. You were starting to think that perhaps wearing the costume upstairs was not your best idea. “Do you need any help?” You offered softly.

“No…” Jackson began with a tinge of uncertainty. “No, I can get down myself.” Determinedly, he clutched the railing with one hand and pushed against the wall with the other.

“Alright, be careful, dear.” You reminded him, following closely behind.

The first few steps presented itself with no issues. Jackson did, however, make a misstep at the half landing, stumbling slightly before quickly regaining his footing. 

“You okay, Jacks?” You asked, concerned.

He grunted hastily in response, placing his entire focus conquering the rest of the steps. Thankfully, to both of you and Jackson’s relief, he managed to arrive safely at the bottom of the stairs.

Jackson barely got a moment to catch his breath when your son and his friends turned their attention towards the new arrival. "Baymax!" Your son exclaimed as he made a beeline towards Jackson, immediately wrapping his arms around the middle. Your husband returned the hug, enveloping the young boy in his comfy embrace. "He really is a big marshmallow, so soft!” His tone was filled with wonder and amazement; his eyes sparkled with admiration and fascination. 

Even from behind, you could see Jackson visibly straighten his shoulders and get into character. “Hello. I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion. On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?” He said in his best impression of the beloved white robot.

The entire living room of close family and friends burst into laughter and giggles, yourself included. Your son, however, was the happiest boy in the room. “Thank you, Daddy. I know you’re in there.”

You resisted the urge to coo at the boy’s words, and you were sure your sentimental husband was holding back his tears of joy while sporting an ear splitting smile underneath the costume.

“You have been a very, very good boy,” Jackson spoke with a miniscule crack in his voice as he pulled out a red candy. “Have a lollipop!”

“Not your 5 year old daughter.” He was about to counter when Monica’s phone signaled movement outside their front door. “Look she’s home” Monica showed him her phone with the surveillance camera footage of Daniella at the door. “Now leave me alone. You’ve been complaining for hours…”

Jackson shot out of the bed and took the phone with hearts in his eyes, “My daughter’s come home! She’s come back to us–to me! I sho–AHHHHHH!” He threw the phone across the room suddenly. He fell to his knees and pressed his palms on the carpet. His scream alerted his two sons and they ran inside in a panic. Monica was pressed against the wall behind her scared of his sudden scream.

Their oldest son, Shawn, stepped forward to his dad who was on the floor. “Dad, what’s wrong?” He pressed his hand to his dad’s shoulder as he leaned down.

Jackson shot a hand out to Shawn’s leg, “When did my baby girl start kissing boys?! I was supposed to be her first kiss.”

Shawn clicked his teeth, “Seriously?” He shuffled away from his dad and headed back to Jayden, “Come on. He’s just being a loser.”

Monica grabbed her slipper off her foot and hit Jackson twice, “Don’t do that! You scared us half to death and I’m sure my phone is broken!” She hissed as she put her slipper back on and went for her phone.

“But she–she kissed that boy. Why is she kissing that boy–the fiend?!” He mumbled. “My poor daughter–She’s supposed to be daddy’s princess!”

Monica rolled her eyes as she left the room while Jackson continued to breakdown. As she headed down the stairs, she was greeted with her daughter, “Have a good date?”

Daniella looked up with sparkling eyes, “The best. He’s so romantic, mom. He’s so–”

“SHE’S MY PRINCESS, YEONGHO! STAY AWAY FROM HER!”

“Jackson, I’m serious, I really don’t want to be here long.”

It’s probably the tenth time you’ve said this to him, but you know that if you don’t keep reminding him, you’ll be stuck here for the majority of the night. Parties just weren’t your scene. Your social battery could only run for so long, and get togethers like this always managed to drain it a lot quicker than other activities. That was the sacrifice you took though when it came to dating a social butterfly like Jackson. He loved parties like this, loved getting together with all of his friends and dancing to ridiculous remixes of Christmas music, and drinking the spiked eggnog.

“C’mon babe, you know I won’t make you stay all night. Just a couple hours and then we can spend the rest of the night together,” he says as he kisses your temple, wrapping an arm around you shoulder as he guides you into the house.

Just as you predicted, the setup is as corny as a Christmas party can get. There’s a large tree set up and decorated in the corner and a large table has been set up with a bunch of Christmas themed snacks. A large bowl is in the middle filled to the brim with eggnog; you’re sure that it’s heavily laced with Brandy, something you learned very fast last year at the party.

“Do you want anything to drink at all?” you hear Jackson say into your ear, thankful that he at least still has his arm wrapped around you while you enter the house.

“Only if it isn’t alcohol,” you say in response. He nods at you, giving you another peck on the cheek before letting go of you and going towards the snacks and drinks. Thankfully you do know a few of the people in the room so you sit and mingle with them, taking selfies when someone asks, and when Jackson is back at your side, you happily accept the can of pop that he’s found. As much as you prefer a quiet night in at home with him, you do enjoy watching his wings spready in a crowd. The way he so easily greets everybody he runs into you, arm possessively wrapped around your hip as he includes you in every single conversation.

Jackson truly was the shining star of the room. So, after talking for a while, you nudge him off to go play and goof off with the other guys as you wiggle your way over to the snack table and start to pick away at it. Grabbing a handful of cookies and other sweets you make your way towards one of the walls and lean against it, deciding to people watch for a while.

There’s a handful of people tipsy on the eggnog, and way too many people dancing inappropriately to jingle bell rock. You were trying to see if you could spot Jackson anywhere when suddenly you felt somebody bump into you.

“[Y/N]! I haven’t seen you in forever, what have you been up to?”

“Oh! Bambam, how are you?” you ask as you turn and look at the lanky boy next to you. You really don’t need to look at him that hard to know that he’s been drinking the eggnog. His eyes are nearly shut, and he’s rocking back and forth slightly, almost as if he can’t fully stay balanced.

“Good, though I miss seeing you. I feel like Jackson’s been hiding you,” he says only making you chuckle as you look down at the sweets in your hand. As much as you liked Bambam, you’d seen him drunk enough times to know that he wasn’t particularly good at keeping to his own personal space. Almost on cue he has a hand reaching out and resting on your own arm, giving it a slight squeeze before leaning in a little closer.

“I think what’s above us can make up for that though,” you hear him say. Looking up, you realize that you were standing right in the doorway of one of the rooms, a bundle of mistletoe hanging above you.

“Bambam, no…” you say, starting to trail off as you realize he’s leaning in even closer.

That’s when you hear the commotion spready through the room. Turning your head, that’s when you finally see him. Jackson is elbowing and shoving his way through the room, nearly running as he sets off straight in your direction. “Jackson…?” you question and before you can even figure out what’s going on he’s completely shoved Bambam away from you, the sweets falling out of your hands and onto the floor, breaking into a bunch of pieces as Jackson’s hand grip your arms, his lips reaching down and kissing you hard and deep.

You can literally feel the possessiveness behind the kiss, most the room stopping what they were doing and turning to look at the two of you since Jackson had caused quite the commotion. Bambam, who had tripped over his feet and fell to the floor, was simply sitting there, looking up at the two of you as Jackson continued to kiss you. At some point, you had slid into the kiss as well, hands resting on his arms as you let his lips completely take over.

As he finally pulled away, Jackson give you a much softer look than what the kiss had been. As soon as his head turned though to look at Bambam who still was on the floor, it changed rather quickly. “Text time I catch you under a mistletoe with my girlfriend, I’ll do a lot more than just shove you,” he threatened.

Before anybody could say another word to him though, his head had turned and lowered, lips overtaking you again. It was like he was letting the entire party know what would happen if anybody else tried to make a move on you like that.

“C’mon, this party is lame. I’d much rather spend the night with you,” Jackson whispered into your ear, making you smile as you eagerly nodded your head.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to do tonight anyways.”

It was understandable to be a little later for a date, it could happen to anybody. Sometimes life just managed to get in the way, and getting to places exactly when you had promised just wasn’t an option. Twenty minutes later, and zero responses to your texts though made you convinced that there was something more to the situation. Despite the amount of times that you had checked your phone and the time, it seemed more and more apparent that you weren’t going to be having this date. There was a moment of time where you heavily debated to just go home, to sulk a little and then ride out your anger in the warmth of your own bed, but the tickets that were also tucked into your hand were what were also stopping you.

The movie you had planned to see with this date was supposed to be one of the best of the year. It was a new action movie that was opening on Christmas night, and for a movie opening on Christmas night, it was quite packed in the theater. The lobby was filled with tons of bodies, all brushing up against one another, trying to get through to the concession stand for their popcorn and movie. For a night that was usually celebrated at home amongst families, a ton of people had showed up.

Thankfully you had bought the tickets in advance, but that’s when you realized it; you had bought two tickets in advance for this date, and while you could still go, that would be a waste of one ticket. The show was supposed to start in about ten minutes so you knew that you needed to get in there before all the seats were filled up; but this damn second ticket was slowing you down. Not only did it remind you that you had been stood up on Christmas, but it also was a reminder of the money that would go to waste if you didn’t find somebody who wanted it. It was too late to text friends, and obviously, most people gathered in the lobby had already gotten their own tickets. That’s when you heard it though.

“What do you mean sold out?!”

The voice was loud, a tone of disbelieve and maybe even anguish as you turned and tried to find the owner of it. There, in the front of the ticket line was a guy, about your age, looking towards the worker in pure disbelieve. “I’m sorry sir, but it’s a popular movie tonight and we’re all sold out of tickets.”

You watched as the stranger’s face crumpled before your very eyes, the guy dragging a hand through his locks as he shook his head. “This is just my luck,” you thought you heard him say as he stepped out of the way for the people behind him. Continuing to look at him, you realized that he was very attractive with very intense eyes. Biting your lip, you looked between him and the ticket in your hand. It was clear what movie he was wanting to see, since no other movie showing that night would be close to selling out.

Finally, with one last thought you found the courage to step forward and approach the guy.

“Excuse me?” you called, almost startled to see those eyes up close. “Umm, hi, I overheard that the tickets were sold out?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah it totally sucks!” he says to you, seeming to be happy that he suddenly has somebody that he can vent his frustration to. “Did you not get a ticket either? Like, you’d think that if this was going to be such a popular movie, that they would have two theaters open with it showing and then they could sell even more tickets. So stupid,” he muttered, shaking his head.

Honestly, you couldn’t help but smile a little because it was quite clear how badly he wanted to see this movie.

“Actually,” you start, holding up the two tickets that were in your hand, “I do have tickets.” Almost immediately the stranger’s eyes got bigger, his mouth opening slightly as he stares at the two tickets that are in your hand as if they were the answer to world peace. “I was supposed to have a date tonight, but they stood me up, and I really don’t want this second ticket to go to waste, so I thought maybe…you would want-“ you aren’t even able to finish the sentence before his body is suddenly wrapped around your own, nearly knocking everything from your hands.

“Oh my god thank you! Like seriously, this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me,” his grin is literally stretched across his entire face as he pulls away and looks at you, now holding one of the tickets in his hand. You can’t help but smile and feel like this isn’t going to be awkward at all, despite not even knowing this man.

“Oh, I’m [Y/N] by the way,” you say as you both start walking in the direction of the theater that you’re in.

“Jackson,” the male replies with a wide smile, making your cheeks flush even more. He was much cuter than the person that you were supposed to be here with. Reaching into your pocket you grab your phone and turn it off, because the idea of him texting you now and being on his way is suddenly a disappointing thought.

Jackson, while extremely handsome, is much more than that. Despite having just met, he talks to you as if the two of you are the greatest friends. He fills you in on all the things he’s read about this movie and he even knows almost all the actors and actresses that are going to be in it. The two of you find your seats and he lets you know that he’ll return to the lobby for snacks when he knows it’s calmed down a little. Immediately he brushes off your protests to that, saying that because you technically bought his ticket, it was only fair that he bought the snacks.

Of course, you weren’t expecting him to come back with nearly half of the concession stand either. He has two large drinks, a giant tub of popcorn and a lot more candy then you’ll ever be able to eat. Regardless though you smile widely and thank him, both of you dipping your hands into the popcorn and snacking away as the trailers show up on the screen.

It obvious from the very beginning why this movie was so highly anticipated. The graphics are amazing, the actors on point, the movie score riveting, and it definitely has you both on the edges of your seat. At some point in the movie you realize that you’ve learned over the arm of your chair and are nearly pressed into Jackson. He doesn’t seem to mind though because during a particularly intense scene he’s leaning into you as well, and even hooks his arm with yours. It almost felt like this was a date between the two of you.

When the movie has finally ended, you feel like you’ve eaten way too much popcorn, hand still a little greasy from the butter. You’re satisfied though, happy that you didn’t decide to go home, but also glad that you managed to find someone like Jackson to join you.

“That was amazing,” his voice is dazed and he’s still staring at the screen as the credits are rolling. All around you people are standing and starting to leave, but you both remain where you are, trying to get over the amazing time. “I mean, hat one scene, where they’re fighting…and almost lose everything, but they pull though!”

Eagerly you nod your head at him, twisting in your seat so that you can look at him. “The love story in it was great too! It wasn’t cheesy and it was super realistic, and ugh….I want the second movie to come out right now,” you whine, both of you letting out a groan as you flop back in your seats, immediately busting up into laughter afterwards.

“Hey, I really am thankful you gave me that ticket. I didn’t say it earlier either, but whoever stood you up is really stupid.”

You don’t have much to say in return so you give him a simple shrug. “That’s okay, I bet I wouldn’t have had as much fun with him as I did with you.” Jackson beams at these words, pulling out his phone and booting it up again before handing it to you. He has a new contact page pulled up. Giving him a smile you immediately enter your name and number in for him.

“If you’re free, maybe we can do this again sometime. But next time there will be dinner first, and it’ll be a date,” he says making your cheeks blush red under the lights.

“I would absolutely love that.”