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the man that you are, Jackson. 😳

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It's sort of funny to think that the moment Jackson reached his peak was when he could finally wander the streets like a local, not having the weight of fame the same way he did when he was just climbing his way up. A man of his word, he took you to the amusement park he had promised ages ago. It was a soft promise, in your opinion, but would you really argue with him when a date was a date?

Had you known that his anxiety towards thrill rides was real and not all for show to create some sort of likable personality on television, you would have never suggested a rollercoaster and log flume heavy park. But here you were, both ears blown out from Jackson's relentless shrieks and screaming, his usual tan complexion completely pale, and yet he refused to not ride every single attraction — probably just to please you.

Jackson was trembling by the end of the day, his muscles so tensed before, during, and after each ride you wondered if he had looked similar to this during his brutal practices before fencing competitions. Leaning into his shoulder, you nuzzled gently against him in an effort to soothe, "Thank you for today."

"Of course."

"You didn't have to do this."

"I know," his voice is smaller than usual, so you decide to play into his praise kink a little, "You're the best, you know that?"

彔師西 🧭 ﹏ ⚓ ◞ 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑠:

𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙜 • 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩.  ✾