#jackson drabbles

Pairing: bf!Jackson x Reader Genre: Established Relationship, Fluff, Suggestive Rating: M Summary: Jackson fell asleep when he planned to surprise you. Word Count: 0.7k, Request Warnings: dry-humping

After a grueling day at work, all you wanted to do once you got home was shower and get in bed. The never-ending stream of conference calls and meetings punctuated with answering emails left you drained mentally and physically. However, when you opened the front door and spotted a familiar pair of sneakers sitting on the shoe rack, you were immediately invigorated.

Jackson was home!

funny how present turns past | 3:49 a.m | 📻 got7 content | materialist

english isn’t my first language. jackson wang. idol — just a tired boyfriend who wants to sleep more ﷼

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝙰𝚁𝙼 wakes you up, making you complain about the time interrupting your dream but you know if you don’t wake up, Jackson won’t do it just because how tired he is.

You try to untangle his arms from your hips and the warmth of his bare chest is tempting you to fall asleep again until another alarm sounds. You take a sit on the bed, feeling him move around half sleep, wrapping his arms around your hips and thighs. “Babe, we have to wake up” You say, feeling a little bit cold since the warmth of his body disappeared after you took a seat.

Jackson Wang x Y/N

Word Count: 340

Warnings: some curse words

A/N: unedited :))

31 Days of Halloween | Main Masterlist

“We’re almost there,” you try to comfort Jackson who is holding onto you from behind. 

“How do you know?” his voice muffled as his face is buried deep in your hoodie. 

“I mean, we just walked by a sign that said ‘Almost there’, so,” you trail off as you play with the ends of his hair. 

He huffs and takes his face out from your back and switches his position to next to you. “And they said it was a scary maze! Hah, nothing scary about this dark corn maze,” he puffs his chest out and starts walking confidently. 

“Not scary? What about those high-pitched screams you let out when we were in the middle of the maze, and we bumped into the other couple?” you ask, nudging him with your shoulder.

He rolls his eyes and lets go of your hand. “Whatever,” he mumbles.

“No!” you laugh gently and hold onto his arm. “I’m just joking with you, my brave man.” 

“Hell yeah I’m your brave man!” he shouts out confidently, stopping in the middle of the path to pose. 

You shush him as he reaches out to hold your hand again. You bury your face his chest, and you both start giggling. 

“Come on, I’m getting hungry,” you tug on his hand as you both start walking again.

“When we reach the end,” he hesitantly starts after a minute, his pace starting to slow down as you see the exit. 

“Yes?” you ask after a moment of silence.  

He stops walking completely causing you to stop as well. “Nothing is going to pop out right?”

“I don’t think-,” you were cut off with your boyfriend’s scream as a man with an axe jumps out of the from the middle of the corn field. 

Jackson takes off for the exit, but not without picking you up first. 

“Fuck this,” Jackson yells as you stay still in shock. 

for cc : is it okay if i req a song request? jackson's drive you home lyrics have been hurting me ever since it came out and now acoustic one hits more in feels. can you write anything based on this song? 🥺 member and setting can be of your choice fully. ( even if he isn't a got7 memeber. idm )

Pairing: Jackson Wang x female reader

Word count: 419

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Jackson searched your gaze before slipping his hand to the nape of your neck, inching your mouth closer to his. You sighed upon contact, losing yourself in yet another mind-blowing kiss.

Finally pulling away enough to gauge your heady expression, Jackson smiled softly. "I don't want to go."

"I know."

"But you want me to go," he said with a groan, dropping his head to your shoulder, inhaling deeply.

"If I had it my way, you wouldn't have to leave," you reminded, a prickle of guilt rising in your chest. "But staying here means you'll be too far from home when the working week begins."

"I hate how far away you are from me," he admitted, running a hand up and down your spine. It felt as if his hand was searching for a pathway that would make this weekend last even just fifteen minutes longer.

Jackson had already stalled long enough, and it would be the early hours before he got back to the city now.

"Every road I take intentionally leads me back to you, you know."

"Don't be silly," you breathed, trying not to get too wrapped up in the man.

But it was hard. He owned your heart these days.

"I hate that I know you cry when I leave too," he continued, finally lifting his head away from your shoulder, chancing a look at you. You weren't quick enough to divert your eyes, his thumb gently reaching to wipe just below your watery eyes. "I can't dry them if I'm not here."

"Stop it," you whispered, and Jackson stilled for a moment, shaking his head.

"I can't. I can't leave you tonight," he announced before crashing his lips back down on yours, the supercharged moment causing you to lose what remained of your feeble excuses to allow him to leave.

Clinging to his shirt, you were desperate for him to stay. To forget the responsibilities he was shirking for you. To somehow make the pathway between where you both lived smaller. If only you were in a position to leave your job, you would. If only the city was closer. You hoped for a light to shine down, showing you the resolution you so badly craved.

But for now, Jackson's arms were sliding down and under your bottom, strong hands hoisting you up into his embrace. You were falling again. Back into the bed you had spent far too long in already wrapped up in his love.

You couldn't let him leave you now.

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Established Couple!AU with Wang Jackson

You let out a deep breath, followed by a grimace from the sharp pain you feel from the back of your heel. The music continues to thump against the club’s walls and your friends remain on the dance floor, dancing the night away and singing along with the lyrics. Meanwhile, you remained in the booth—which is due to your thoughtlessness of not bringing an extra pair of shoes.

The night was slowly dwindling down and you can feel your social battery depleting. Squatting down from your seat, you unzip the back of the heels to release your feet of the blistering pains. Your head is already throbbing, either due to the loud music or the few drinks you’ve drowned. You wanted nothing more than to go home and fold into the bedsheets, but that also means getting undressed, taking off your makeup, and all that extra work.

And just like that, your prayers to escape have been answered as Jackson comes into view. He spots you in the corner and you immediately wave him over to your booth. He smiles brightly as he makes his way towards you. Once he gets close enough, you greet him.

“Hey you,” you say with a little wave.

He takes another look at you in the seat. “You look like you’re having fun.”

“Totally.”

He lets out a laugh before offering you a hand to pull yourself off the leather seats and into his arms. Even though you only had a few drinks, you fell into him easily as you always have and let yourself be carried out of the club—not without saying goodbye to your friends (a few of them greeted Jackson as well).

The two of you end up on the streets as he walks you to his car. It’s quiet, but it’s comfortable. Even without using your feet fully, they twitch in pain—causing you to slow down a bit.

“Why did you pick those shoes?” he asks. “I know you hate wearing them.”

“It’s called fashion,” you say with a pout. “They go with the outfit.”

He stops walking, causing you to nearly trip over him.

“What?” you ask.

He thinks for a moment. “Do you want a piggyback ride or do you wanna switch shoes?”

“You’d wear my heels for me?”

“Of course.”

You pout at him with adoration pouring out of your eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he says. He lightly nudges you further into the sidewalk, away from the cars, and kneels down to your heels, slipping them off.

“This is like reverse Cinderella,” you mumble.

He chuckles at the comment, but doesn’t say much—he just takes off his shoes and slips them onto your feet. He nods to himself as he looks at your feet that are now comfortably in his shoes, noting the forming blister on your heel.

“Well, does the shoes fit?”

You beam at him. “No.”

His smile drops a bit.

“But the effort is appreciated.” You reach out your hand to caress his cheek. “Thank you.”

His smile returns, much softer this time. He gets up, slipping on your heels that are a bit smaller than his feet—but he makes no complaint (although he does tumble a bit once he stands up).

part 3 of my mini series!

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“So how did the big proposal go? Where is Y/N?”

“We broke up last week.” Jackson muttered, still laying in hotel room bed.

“What?!” Jinyoung yelled over the phone. “How do you go from almost proposing to breaking up?!”

“Things happen.” Jackson shrugged trying to remain unaffected, “I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.”

“Pardon my language, but that’s bullshit.” Jinyoung replied. “You and Y/N are perfect together! I don’t know what happened but if you want to be with her you have to go fight for her, fight for your relationship.”

“It’s not that simple.” The heartbroken man spoke, “I want to be with her, but it’s just not possible. We’re too different, we wouldn’t work long term.” 

“I don’t get it.” Jinyoung rolled his eyes. “Isn't that what you loved about her? All your differences made you two stronger. She brought a new perspective to your life.”

Jackson mulled over Jinyoung’s words, even when he was 7,000 miles away he was right as usual. “I have to go.”

“Jackson I know you’re upset, but moping around in bed and feeling sorry for yourself isn’t going to do any good.”Jinyoung reprimanded his friend. “Get up off your ass up and go get her back, or come back home. Either way you need to make a decision.”

“Yeah. Okay.” 

Sighing, Jinyoung said goodbye before hanging up the phone. As the call screen disappeared Jackson was confronted with his lock screen, a photo of you with your eyes scrunched up, laughing at something dumb he’d said.

Softly smiling, Jackson ran his thumb over the screen and on your face. Distraught by the image he decided to turn his phone off and placed on the table by the bed.

Laying in the sheets, he stared at the hotel ceiling. Jackson should’ve gone back the night the two of you had broken up, but instead he’d decided to stay for the rest of the days of his trip. His flight back to Korea was scheduled for tomorrow, but he felt something keeping him here.

That something was you.

Things couldn’t end like this. You were the love of his life! So what if things in the future for you two weren’t exactly clear cut? As long as you loved each other, you would be able to work it out. He’d move here for you if he had to. He would do anything for you, all you had to do was say the word.

Jumping out of bed, Jackson raced to get his clothes on. He needed to see you, now.

“I’m not going to let you go,” Jackson said, grabbing his phone and looking at his lockscreen, “I’m going to fight for you Y/N.”

➳ pairing: jackson x reader

➳ genre/warnings: fluff, idol!au

➳ word count: 728 words

➳ summary: “Go back to sleep,”

➳ author's note: it’s been awhile since i posted and i miss writing T^T please enjoy this little timestamp!! take care of yourselves everyone and sleep early! (its nearly 2am haha)

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Oomph.

A muted clatter of miscellaneous items falling onto the carpet floors, swiftly followed by a hushed yelp of surprise woke you out of your light slumber. Somewhere in the back of your head, you registered the undoubtable glow of the bedside lamp and the unfortunate absence of Jackson’s warm, cosy body.

Your curiosity got the better of you when your ears picked up the familiar scratches of pencil against paper, a sound you had not heard in ages. A lifetime ago, before the string of concerts and the flurry of cameras, you used to spend hours and hours like this, in each other’s presence. No phones, no schedules, no disturbances. Just two friends, two sketchbooks, two pencils and one common goal – to refine your sketching abilities by using each other as models.

You couldn’t help it. Deep down inside you wanted, no, you needed to see it for yourself. You needed to witness traces of the Jackson you grew up with again. You needed confirmation that underneath the glitz and the glamour that came with being an international star, the boy who once dreamed of a simple life in the countryside, with horses and sheep and maybe a strawberry farm, was still there, still existing alongside this newer version of him.