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jermajesty x reader 🫯

summary: jermajesty coming to your apartment unannounced just bc he can 🫩. this is connected to "texts with childhood bsf! jermajesty"🌟

warnings: profanities, suggestive content, maj being flirty (& touchy) af and reader acting oblivious😁

You barely heard the front door unlock over the music humming through your earbuds.

Vacuum in one hand and a half-folded hoodie in the other, you were too busy trying to tame the disaster you'd been calling a bedroom for the past week to pay attention.

Clothes were piled on the bed, books were stacked haphazardly against the wall, and an open suitcase still sat in the corner from your last trip.

A familiar click echoed through the apartment. You stopped in your tracks, frowning as you assumed you were just imagining things.

I don’t have any specific ideas tho

lowkey kinda toxic that all I got

lil girl

summary: after a heated argument over jealousy, Jermajesty gives you the silent treatment for days before suddenly showering you with gifts, affection, and apologies, leaving you questioning whether last night’s fight was really your fault.

contains: toxic relationship dynamics, age-gap relationship, emotional manipulation, jealousy, possessiveness, gaslighting, love bombing, controlling behavior, verbal aggression, unhealthy power imbalance, angst.

notes: since jermajesty is only 25 … y/n is 21-22 and i MIGHT make a part two and add smut to it since im not really proud with this one

It had been three whole days since you’d heard from Jermajesty.

three days of unanswered calls three days of unread texts and three days of convincing yourself he was just busy.

by the fourth day, you couldn’t take it anymore You pulled into his driveway, your stomach twisting into knots as you walked up to the front door, before you could second-guess yourself, you knocked. a few seconds later, the door swung open and there he stood, calm and relaxed like nothing had happened.

your brows furrowed. “Why haven’t you been answering my calls or my texts?”

He stared at you for a moment, expression unreadable, before stepping aside.

“You gonna stand there all day or come in?”

You hesitated before walking past him.

“I haven’t been answering because I didn’t feel like talking to you” he said casually, shutting the door behind you. “besides… it’s only been, what? A day?”

you looked at him in disbelief “it’s been three days…” “Oh” he shrugged.

“Well… what’ve you been up to?”

just like that he acted as if those three days had never happened, no apology, no explanation and somehow, despite how hurt you were, you let it go.

You were young and you loved him.

by the end of the night, the argument had been forgotten, and you found yourself curled up beside him, pretending everything was okay.

couple of days later you and jermajesty went out to dinner with friends, during dinner he made you look like a complete dumbass by flirting with the waitress

he joked with her, complimented her, laughed a little too hard at everything she said…he even asked for her number but lucky for you she declined

you sat there in silence, your appetite disappearing with every slick comment that left his mouth and by the time dinner was over, you just wanted to go home, even your friends exchanged uncomfortable glances and asked if you were okay but you brushed it off

but when you smiled at the valet for too long, made small talk and thanked him when he handed over the keys Jermajesty was not fucking with it

so he didn’t say a word during the drive making the silence inside the car suffocating.

as soon as the front door closed behind the two of you, he snapped.

“What the fuck was that?!” he yelled for following you inside “What are you talking about?” you questioned turning around and giving him a confused look

“You flirting with that damn valet” “I wasn’t flirting” “The fuck you weren’t”

he took a few slow steps toward you until there was barely any space between you.

“you were all smiles, laughing at everything he said” “I was just being nice…”

his jaw tightened “lil girl don’t play dumb with me ”

his voice was low now, somehow even more intimidating than when he yelled.

“you made me look stupid.”

you stared at him, completely stunned.

“but you spent half the night flirting with the waitress”

His expression hardened instantly.

“that’s different.” “how?” “because I said it is.”

you looked at him, waiting for an explanation but you already knew wasn’t coming.

Instead, he just shook his head.

“don’t let me catch you doing that again.” he said sternly pushing past you leaving you alone in the foyer

The next morning, you woke up alone, your eyes wandered to the empty side of the bed before last night’s argument came rushing back.

Don’t let me catch you doing that again…lil girl

you sighed, pulling the comforter over your head, your chest still feeling heavy.

maybe you should’ve just kept your mouth shut and maybe you really had smiled too much.

your thoughts were interrupted by the bedroom door opening.

Jermajesty walked in carrying a tray “Morning, pretty girl.”

you blinked in surprise.

on the tray sat pancakes, fresh fruit, coffee exactly how you liked it, and a single pink rose lying across the plate.

“…what’s all this?” you asked quietly as he set the tray in your lap before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“breakfast” he replied and your eyebrows knitted together. “for me?” he chuckled “Who else?”

you looked up at him, searching his face for any sign of the man from the night before and there wasn’t one.

he looked at you like you hung the fucking moon.

He learned down leaving some kisses on your neck and up to your ear and then whispering in her ear “I hate when we fight.”

his thumb stroked your skin gently.

“You know that, right?”

you nodded without saying anything.

“I get protective because I love you” his voice was soft now, almost apologetic. “sometimes I let my emotions get the best of me”

he sighed dramatically before reaching into his hoodie pocket.

“I got you something.”

He pulled out a small velvet box then handed it to you and your eyes widened.

“maj…” “open it.”

Inside was a delicate gold necklace with a heart you’d pointed out weeks ago while window shopping.

“you… you remembered?”

“course I did.” he smiled. “anything my girl’s got her eye on, I remember.”

he fastened the necklace around your neck before kissing the back of it.

“It looks better on you than it did in that store.” he said making your heart melt

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

he frowned “for what?” “for… making you upset.”

He pulled you into his lap. “nah” he kissed your temple “forget about all that…you know I could never stay mad at you.”

his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you impossibly close.

“I just need you to remember one thing.”

you looked up at him.

“you’re mine” then he smiled at you as if he’d just said something sweet. “and I’m gonna spoil you every chance I get.”

you smiled back, convincing yourself that maybe last night wasn’t as bad as it felt.

after all someone who bought you breakfast, remembered the little things, and looked at you the way he did couldn’t really be that cruel…right?

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you’re a content creator and you decide to involve your boyfriend in your video.

tw: pairings (separate) jermajesty x reader, jaafar x reader, randy jr x reader. cussing, a smooch of suggestive content

Author’s Note: randy jr is in the works, should be out tomorrow or friday. excuse any mistakes!

This content does NOT contain AI and may not be used to train AI.

Jaafar Jackson (calling my boyfriend a different name)

It was 1:30 in the afternoon as you and Jaafar were in the kitchen preparing for lunch—you decided it would be a cute idea to record for your YouTube channel. You had taken a four-month hiatus and wanted to give your supporters some new content.

While you were prepping the chicken, Jaafar was stirring the rice cooking on the stove—you were seasoning the chicken when an idea crept into your mind, a small smirk on your face. “Okay guys, for lunch we’re making Grilled chicken fajita bowls and right now I’m prepping the chicken. Jamal, can you pass me the pepper?” You looked at the camera, holding back your laugh.

“Yeah, sure, here you—“ as Jaafar reached for the salt in the cabinet, he paused. His once blank face turned into a look of confusion. “Jamal? Who the hell is Jamal, baby?” He turned around, salt in his hand—head tilted as he was waiting for a response. “Huh, what are you talking about? I said Jaafar.” You turned your head blankly staring.

“Baby, don’t play dumb with me. Jamal and Jaafar completely different.” Irritation began seeping into his voice. “Jama—I mean Jaafar, you’re going crazy.” You pursed your lips together as you barely held your composure after seeing Jaafar’s face.

“You just called me that shit again. I’m not Jamal, I am Jaafar. Your boyfriend, not some random weirdo named Jamal.” Jaafar’s facial expression just made the dam break—you burst out in laughter, clutching your stomach as you bent over. “Y-your face, oh my gosh.” You wheezed out as tears swelled up in your eyes.

Jaafar’s face instantly frowned at your laughter, “Bro what the hell is funny about you calling me another man's name?” Your right hand pointed to the counter where your camera was hidden, Jaafar turned his head and immediately let out a sigh.

Jaafar muttered under his breath as he walked over to give you the salt.“You and these little pranks are gonna be the death of me.”

“I love you too, Levi.”

“Imma pinch your ass, keep playing with me.”

Randy Jr. (eat what the person in front of us ordered)

“What it do, YouTube, welcome backkk to my channel!” Your voice sounded through the car as you spoke to your portable camera. “Today, I’m with my boyfriend and we’re eating what the person in front of us ordered.” Randy let out a small huff, and a small smile appeared on his face. “Are you sure you want to do that, pretty? It could get nasty.” You were fixing your hair in the camera, “Of course I’m sure, more mysterious, the better.”

“If you say so, where to first pretty lady.?” You paused for a second before making your decision. “Ummm, let’s go to Subway.” Randy eyed you as he mumbled under his breath. “Lord, please help me.”

#TIMESKIP

Y’all were standing in line as the person in front was walking out the door after receiving their food. “Welcome to Subway, what I can I get you guys?” The cashier spoke with a smile on his face. You made a slight face at the camera as you told the boy that you wanted two subs of whatever the person in front of y’all had. The boy blinked his eyes a couple of times. “Yes ma’am, is there anything else I can get for y’all?” Before you could spit out no, Randy rushed out. “Yes, can we get 3 chocolate chip, 3 oatmeal raisin, and 6 macadamia nut cookies, please?” You turned your head with a “wtf” look on your face. “You’re such a fatass dude.”

# TIMESKIP

Randy turned his head to look at you, and you held your head down trying not to bust out laughing. “I told your ass this was a bad idea but noooo, you wanna go with it, and now look—we're stuck with this nasty shit.”

Once you both got back to the car and opened the subs, Randy was not amused—the sub had black olives, tomatoes, and pepper jack cheese—all the things Randy disliked. You couldn’t help but let out a loud cackle as Randy’s voice was filled with disgust. “Come on, babyyyy, just try it with me.” Randy just looked down at the sub, “If I eat it and I throw up, Imma fuck your little ass up.” Randy picked up the sandwich, inspecting it.

You picked up your sandwich, holding it to the camera. “Lowkey guys, the sub looks kinda yuck but we’re gonna see it through.” You looked at Randy, giving him the indication to bite the sub. He rolled his eyes as you both bit into the sandwich.

The only thing that could be heard in the car was the faint sound of you chewing. “Wait—guys, this lowkey tastes—“ Randy immediately cut you off as he spat out the sub. “This is the nastiest shit ever, the olives were yuck as hell, the tomatoes mushy as ever, and that nasty pepper jack was exactly that, nasty.” You slightly choked on your food from laughing at the way he screamed nasty—you swallowed your food. “Bae, it was not that bad, you’re a damn drama queen.” You couldn’t help but giggle as Randy furrowed his brow and rolled his eyes at your words.

“Puhlease stop lying to yourself, that shit was nasty. 0 out of 10, never recommend and you’re never doing this idea ever again.” You doubled over in your seat in laughter before you could speak to the camera. “Okay guys, me and mr drama king over here is signing out, peace out.” You cut the camera off, “Oh, they are gonna love this.”

It was three days after you uploaded the video, and the video went viral—3.5 million views, 250,000 likes, and well over 3,000 comments speaking at Randy’s dramatics.

janedoe02

“Randy's reaction is everything to me LMFAO”

awesomesauce

“a grown man whining over tomatoes, you can’t make this up”

miamimami

“y’all look at her face, she is so over his antics lolllll

syrndollie

“need a part 2, y’all should do Taco Bell”

Jermajesty Jackson (fake hickies prank)

“Okay guys, Jermajesty should be pulling up in about 5 minutes—I’m highkey scared of his reaction.” You spoke to the camera with your lips pursed together. As Jermajesty went out with his brother, you thought of a prank you saw on Instagram—the girl had fake hickies blotched over her neck and collarbone and her boyfriend was pissed. In the back of your mind, you knew it was a possibility of your head getting knocked off but, whoopty doo.

“So, I put two on the left side of my neck and some scattered across my collarbone.” You showed off your fake hickies to the camera. Your phone dinged with a notification, “y’all, he’s here. If I die, just know I went out in style.” You stuck your tongue out.

“Mama, I’m home, where you at?” Jermajesty walked into the house, kicking his shoes off. Luckily, you planted hidden cameras in your room prior to his leaving. “I’m in the bedroom, pa.” You shouted back as you jumped up and down in anticipation. Jermajesty eventually got to the room, a smile on his face as he saw you.

“I missed you ma, come here. Jermajesty held his arms out so you could hug him—you walked into his embrace. “I missed you too, baby.” You gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Now why you give me that baby ass kiss?” Jermajesty poked his bottom lip out, pouting. You purposely threw your head back in laughter, Jermajesty’s eyes zeroed in on your neck, his face immediately went blank as he moved you out of his arms.

You placed a fake frown on your face. “What’s wrong, pa?” He looked at you and back at your neck before he let out a deep breath—he stared at you before he lost his mind. “Mama—I’m gonna give you 10 seconds to explain what the hell is on your neck.” His tone sent a chill down your spine, instantly regretted this prank. “Maj, what are you talking about?” You stared at him in confusion. He reached out to grab your neck, yanking you closer to him so he could inspect your upper half.

“Where you get these hickies from bro, I know it wasn’t me.” Jermajesty’s voice boomed through the room, your heart now dropped to your ass. You smacked your lips as you attempted to move his hand. “Maj, chill out, I burnt myself with the flat iron.” Your face held a blank expression.

Jermajesty just stared at you with his eyes darkening each second. “Don’t be fucking dense bro, your hair is in braids. Who the hell gave you those hickies?” He slowly walked you backwards to the bed. “Nigga, they mosquito bites.” The lie flew out of your mouth as he pushed you onto the bed.

Your heart is now thumping so loudly that you can hear it in your ears.

You both stared at each other not saying anything—silence filled the room before Jermajesty yanked you to the edge of the bed—snatching your leggings off, along with your panties. He swiftly dropped to his knees, roughly spreading your legs apart. “Since you wanna act stupid, Imma show you where stupid gets you.”

You were definitely deleting this video once you recovered.

i actually hate this, oh well. and i couldn’t think of a title at all, it will get changed eventually.

it’s time

summary: after going four days past her due date, you finally goes into labor in the middle of the night

contains: established relationship, fluf, jerdad, labor and child birth

notes: more baby fever for yall 😚

you were officially four days past your due date and at first, you weren’t too worried. everyone kept saying first babies came late, and you figured your daughter was just getting comfortable.

that confidence disappeared after your appointment doctor had smiled sympathetically before saying, “you’re still nowhere near dilated.”

ever since then, you had been determined to convince your stubborn baby to make her grand entrance. in evening, Jermajesty walked laps around the neighborhood with you while you balanced on the edge of the curb, arms stretched out for balance. he never let you go too far without holding your hand, terrified you’d trip. by the time you got home, he’d sit on the floor beside your yoga ball, timing you as you bounced and rolled your hips for nearly an hour.

“come on, princess,” he’d mumble to your stomach every night. “daddy’s got your nursery ready and mommy’s tired”

nothing worked…until onight.

1:57 A.M.

a dull ache in your lower back pulled you awake, you slowly sat up, pressing a hand against your stomach as another wave of pressure settled low in your pelvis.

“…Jayda baby don’t play with me right now.”

you carefully swung your legs over the side of the bed and the second your feet touched the floor, a warm gush ran down your legs.

your eyes widened.

you looked down before letting out the biggest sigh of relief you’d had all week.

“thank god…”

you glanced over at your fiancé, Jermajesty who was dead asleep, one arm was thrown over his pillow, mouth slightly open, soft snores filling the room as if the biggest day of his life wasn’t about to begin.

you waddled over to his side of the bed.

“babe.”

nothing.

you gently shook his shoulder.

“Jermajesty.”

he only groaned and buried his face deeper into the pillow. you rolled your eyes.

“Jermajesty.” “hmm…” “my water broke.”

his eyes opened halfway.

“…what?” “my water broke.”

he blinked at you for a few seconds before looking down at the puddle forming beneath your feet. his eyes practically popped out of his head.

“It did?” “yea” “we’re having a baby?” “…that’s usually what happens when your water breaks.” “oh shit.”

he shot out of bed so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet and within a few seconds he was sprinting around the bedroom in nothing but his boxers, grabbing your hospital bag, his backpack, phone chargers, the camera he’d insisted on bringing to document every second of the birth, and somehow even one of your decorative throw pillows.

“Babe, shoes-where are your shoes? wait, no-my wallet-where’s my wallet? fid we pack snacks? oh god the car seat!”

you leaned against the doorway, one hand supporting your back while another contraction slowly built.

“…Jermajesty.” you called making him freeze “what?”

“I think we should leave before she decides to come out in our bedroom.” “right…right!”

he hurried toward you before suddenly stopping, squinting suspiciously.

“…are you sure your water broke?” you blankly stared at him, tilting your head “I mean…” he rubbed the back of his neck. “people pee a little at the end of pregnancy, right? maybe you just-”

“Jermajesty.” “…yeah?” “get in that car.” “okay.”

he didn’t argue another word, he grabbed your hand, carefully helped you down the stairs like you were made of glass, and refused to let go the entire walk to the car. every few seconds he glanced over to make sure you were okay, asking if you needed to stop or if you were in pain.

once you were buckled in, he kissed your forehead before jogging around to the driver’s seat.

his hands shook so badly trying to put the key in the ignition that it took him three tries.

“were really about to meet our little girl,” he whispered, smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. despite the contractions steadily getting stronger, you couldn’t help but smile too. “yeah…”

the streets were practically empty at two in the morning. Jermajesty kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other stretched across the center console, rubbing circles over your thigh every chance he got.

“you okay?” he asked for what had to be the tenth time in five minutes, you modded, breathing steadily.

“Mhm.” “You sure?” “…Yes.” “You don’t look okay.” “I said I’m..”

the sentence died in your throat due tia sharp, crushing pain wrapped around your stomach and lower back so suddenly it stole every bit of air from your lungs.

“SHIT”

Jermajesty looked over for half a second before his attention snapped back to the road.

“what? what’s wrong?”

another your hit and this one was stronger making Your entire body folded forward as a cry escaped your mouth.

“ah- shit!”

Jermajestys heart dropped to his ass.

“Babe?” “shut up it hurts!” “I know, I know, we’re almost there.” “no!”

another contraction tightened around your stomach so fiercely you couldn’t even sit back against the seat.

“Jermajesty!” you whimpered “I’m driving as fast as I can!” he reassured “I can’t-I can’t sit like this!” tears blurred your vision as you grabbed the dashboard “pull over!” “what?” “pull the fuck over!”

he looked between you and the road “baby, the hospital’s like eight minutes away” “I don’t care!” you cried “please pull over!”

he immediately flicked on his hazards and steered into the nearest empty parking lot before he car had even come to a complete stop, he was out of his seat and running around to your side and swung the passenger door open.

“what’s wrong? are you okay? Is she coming?” “I need… I need to get in the back” “the back?” “I can’t sit like this anymore.”

another contraction ripped through you and you cried out so loudly it echoed through the quiet parking lot.

“please… please, help me.”

his panic disappeared the second he heard you beg.

“I got you.”

he wrapped an arm carefully around your waist, making sure not to rush you as he helped you out of the passenger seat. every tiny movement hurt to the point you could barely straighten your legs.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, trying to stay calm for both of you. “take your time.” “this is all your fault” you snapped

once you reached the back door, he opened it as quickly as he could so you could climb inside, immediately getting onto your hands and knees across the seat. you buried your face into the leather as another contraction peaked.

Jermajesty crouched beside the open door, one hand rubbing your back while the other held yours.

“breath with me.” you squeezed his hand so hard his knuckles turned white.

“shut the fuck up…” “y/n breath with me” “It hurts!” “I know.” “no you don’t!”

“I know I don’t,” he said softly, brushing sweaty strands of hair away from your face. “but I’m right here, okay? you’re not doing this by yourself.”

you let out another cry as the pain slowly began to ease.

Jermajesty reached into the front seat and grabbed the hospital bag before frantically searching through it.

“where is it… where is it…”

“what are you looking for?” you panted furrowing your eyebrows “the contraction time” “It’s… it’s an app.” “…right.”

you would’ve laughed if you weren’t in so much pain Instead, you watched him pull out his phone with trembling hands, nearly dropping it twice before opening the app.

“okay…” he muttered. “tell me when it starts again.”

you looked at him with watery eyes.

“Jermajesty…do me a favor” “hm?” “get in the car.”

he slammed the back door shut, sprinted back to the driver’s seat, and peeled out of the parking lot toward the hospital, praying they’d make it there before their daughter decided she was done waiting.

the second the car rolled under the emergency entrance canopy, Jermajesty was already unbuckling his seatbelt.

“we’re here, we’re here.”

he practically jumped out of the driver’s seat, ran around the car, and opened the back door.

“okay, baby, I got you.”

then another contraction crashed into you before you could even move, you threw your head back with a cry, gripping the headrest so tightly your knuckles turned white.

“aahh god!”

Jermajesty immediately rubbed your back.

“breathe… breathe with me” “don’t tell me to breathe!” you snapped through clenched teeth.

the contraction slowly faded, and you let out a shaky breath.

he carefully helped you out of the car, keeping an arm securely around your waist.

“you okay?” “No.” “…Right.”

he guided you through the sliding hospital doors.

almost immediately, a nurse hurried over with a wheelchair.

“Hi, sweetheart. let’s get you sitting down.”

“I’m fine,” you muttered.

before you could take another step, another contraction hit making your knees nearly buckled. Jermajesty caught you before you could lose your balance.

“she’s definitely not fine.”

the nurse smiled sympathetically.

“let’s get you in the chair.”

you didn’t even argue this time.

the moment you sat down, another wave of pressure built in your stomach. Jermajesty crouched beside you, immediately taking your hand.

“I’m right here.” “I know where you are Jermajesty” “okay.”

the nurse began wheeling you toward Labor and Delivery while asking questions.

“first baby?” the nurse asked “tes,” Jermajesty answered “how far apart are the contractions?” she asked again

“I don’t know exactly. I tried timing them but then she-” “they’re close,” you interrupted through gritted teeth “very close.”

the nurse nodded “we’ll get you upstairs.”

another contraction hit causing you to grab Jermajesty’s hoodie with surprising strength “ow-” “don’t complain!” you hissed “I’m not complaining.” “you literally just complained.” “I said ‘ow.’” “same thing.”

the nurse chuckled under her breath “you’re doing great, Dad.” “I don’t think she agrees.”jermajesty replied “I don’t,” you muttered.

a few minutes later, you were settled into a labor room while nurses moved around connecting monitors and checking your vitals.

Jermajesty hadn’t left your side once, not even for a second.

he held your hand while they placed your IV, adjusted your pillows every five minutes, filled your water cup with fresh ice, and rubbed your lower back whenever another contraction rolled through.

“you need anything?” he asked softly “I need this baby out.”

“we’re working on that” “I wasn’t talking to you.”

one of the other nurses couldn’t hide her smile.

“he seems sweet” “he is.”

Jermajesty’s face lit up. “but he’s also getting on my nerves.” His smile immediately disappeared.

“…oh.”

“you keep asking me if I’m okay every thirty seconds.”

“I just wanted to make sure.” “Jermajesty I’m in labor.” “…so that’s a no?”

you shot him a look and he nodded barely five whole seconds passed

“…do you want some ice chips?” you stared at him. “Jermajesty…”

“what?” “If you ask me one more question…” “sorry I won’t.” “…good.”

another contraction suddenly ripped through you, your entire body tensed as you squeezed his hand so hard he thought it might actually break.

“MY GOD”

“I’m here,” he whispered immediately, standing beside the bed. “look at me.”

you buried your face against his chest, breathing as steadily as you could while he rubbed slow circles across your back.

“I can’t do this anymore…” “Yes, you can.”

“It hurts.” “I know.” “No, you don’t.”

he nodded.

“you’re right… I don’t” he kissed the top of your head “but if I could take every contraction for you, I would.”

you didn’t answer yet Instead, you just leaned into him, letting him hold you through the rest of the contraction.

once it finally eased, you let out a long breath.

“…I’m sorry” “for what?” “I’ve been mean.”

he smiled and brushed a kiss across your forehead.

“you’ve got a tiny human trying to make an exit. I think you’re allowed.”

a knock sounded at the door before your doctor stepped inside, pulling on a pair of gloves.

“well…” she smiled. “let’s see how much progress we’ve made.”

Jermajesty instinctively reached for your hand again, his heart pounding

the room fell into a steady rhythm.

breathe…push…rest…repeat.

hours had passed, though neither of you could’ve said exactly how many and Jermajesty never left your side. he held one of your hands while using the other to wipe the sweat from your forehead with a cool washcloth, whispering words of encouragement every chance he got.

“you’ve got this.”

“i’m so proud of you”

“she’s almost here.”

every time you said you couldn’t do it anymore, he shook his head.

“yes, you can. you’re the strongest person I know.”

your doctor looked up from the end of the bed.

“Okay, Mom, I can see her head. one more really good push.”

you cried out, gripping Jermajesty’s hand with everything you had.

“I can’t!”

“one more,” he pleaded, tears already welling in his eyes. “Please, baby… one more.”

“oh my god Jermajesty’ why is your head so big!?” you yelled and ook one deep breath before pushing with everything left in you.

a split second of silence filled the room.

then…a loud, unmistakable cry echoed through the delivery room…you daughter’s first cry.

“there she is!” one of the nurses beamed. the tiny cries filled the room as the doctor carefully lifted your daughter into the air.

“aw she’s beautiful”

Jermajesty’s mouth fell open “oh…” his eyes never left her, she was tiny, pink covered in little wrinkles and overall perfect.

they doctor laid her on your chest, and she immediately settled against your skin, her tiny cries becoming softer.

the second you looked at her, tears spilled down your cheeks.

“hi, baby…” you whispered, gently stroking the side of her face with one finger. “hi, my sweet girl.”

Jermajesty stood frozen beside the bed.he looked from you…to his daughter…and back again then his lip trembled.

“oh my god…” he whispered as a tear rolled down his cheek, then another

within seconds, he was crying openly, covering his mouth with one hand as quiet sobs escaped him.

the nurse smiled warmly. “Dad, do you want to cut the cord?” henodded so quickly he almost laughed through his tears.

“yeah, I do.” the doctor placed the scissors in his shaking hand “right here”

Jermajesty looked at you first and you ave him a tired smile and nodded.

“you got it.”

he took a deep breath, his hands were trembling so badly the nurse gently steadied them.

“whenever you’re ready.”

he carefully closed the scissors around the cord.

Snip.

“there you go,” the doctor said. “you just cut your daughter’s umbilical cord.”

Jermajesty let out a watery laugh “I… I did.” he looked at his daughter again, completely overwhelmed. “I really did.”

the nurse wrapped the little baby in a soft pink blanket before placing her back into your arms.

she blinked sleepily, letting out a tiny yawn before curling one impossibly small hand around your finger.

Jermajesty immediately leaned closer. “oh, look at her little hand…” his finger brushed against hers and to is surprise, her tiny fingers instinctively wrapped around his index finger.

his breath caught. “she grabbed me.” another tear slipped down his face as he laughed quietly. “she grabbed me…”

he leaned down and kissed the top of her tiny head before kissing your forehead just as gently. “thank you,” he whispered, his voice cracking. you looked up at him, exhausted but smiling.

“for what?” “for making me a dad.”

he rested his forehead against yours, unable to stop smiling through the tears. the room was still bustling with nurses taking measurements and recording times, but neither of you noticed.

all that mattered was the little girl resting peacefully between her mom and dad.

the little girl Jermajesty had talked to every night. the little girl he’d spent months waiting to meet.

and now…she was finally here.

tags 🏷️ @unseenleylinesecret @vict-oryy @hip-hop-star-4 @blkkbratt @pinkjollyrancher54 @dollthoughtz @commaanders @anglfac @doleuia @missharper33 @siighrns @jermajestysbaby @enzo6ekiiii @nvhdesire @niyahctrl

OUT OF RANGE

cw: use of strong language, p in v, enemies to lovers, use of nicknames (baby, daddy).

a/n: im republishing this from my wattpad account 🤤

You, your friends Reign and Journi had known each other since high school. After graduation, you all had parted ways but eventually found your way back to each other once you guys learned that everyone had lived in LA. Your two bestfriends, Reign and Journi, met a guy named Jermajesty and instantly got close to him, except for one person in the group, you. You never got the chance to meet him because you were doing your own thing by going back to school for (whatever you choose), eventually earning your degree. With that, you were always so busy. Finally, once you finally had gotten time to yourself, out of coincidence, Journi added you to a group hike group chat, where you met Jermajesty.

Jermajesty HATED that the fact that never really interacted with them, assuming you thought you were too good to always talk in the group chat and give everyone attention, that's until a sudden occurrence happened between them both.

Reign texted the group chat, confirming that everything was still happening. "Y'all ready for today? We're gonna go for that hike, and then I guess there's some restaurant nearby we could go to." Everyone texted back, agreeing, including Jermajesty. Then you replied, "Yeah, I'm ready, but my car is still in the shop... can someone come pick me up?"

"I can, I'll be there soon," Journi replied. After 30 minutes, everyone met up at the site where they had been hiking; Journi and you were ahead, while Reign and Jermajesty were behind. Both were having separate conversations when you overheard his words.

"You know, I don't know why you invited her... I think she acts like she's better than everybody in the group." Jermajesty whispered to Reign, "She be busy all the time bro, not spending no time or even popping around to say hi, but all of a sudden she's invited with us to go hiking?" As they walked, he glared at the back of your head, not knowing you were listening.

"Don't be like that, bro. She's been busy for a reason, it's literally not her fault, man. Relax," Reign replied, defending her. That's when you turned around, confronting him.

"If you got a problem with me, speak up about it." You stopped in your steps, turning fully around to face him.

"Maybe if you didn't act like you were better than everybody in the group, this shit wouldn't be happening," he stepped closer to her, making Journi and Reign step in.

"Look, the both of y'all need to stop," Journi spoke up. Reign held Jermajesty back as if he was gonna fight you. Of course, he wasn't backing down. Eventually, the two of you calmed down with the help of Reign and Journi... out of nowhere, you looked up, looking around for your friends. Officially realizing that Reign and Journi were nowhere to be found, and Jermajesty was right next to you.

Internally, you were irritated as fuck and groaned. Once you realized that it was just you and him, cursing under your breath, "Fuck..." The volume of your voice returned to normal as you spoke up to ask a question, "Where did everybody go?" His face contorted in an irritated expression, the sound of your voice irking him, but the way you spoke so softly despite your irritable nature made him a bit turned on.

"Obviously we went the wrong way. I thought you were paying attention and I was following you. Remind me to never follow a damn thing you say or do." He pointed to you as he began to lean against a tree.

"No one told you to follow me. You did that on your own terms. A grown ass man blaming a woman for their own actions, typical." You grumbled out, beginning to pace back and forth until a cabin appeared in your vision, your angry expression formed into a smirk. Without speaking up, you started to walk towards it. As you were a bit ahead, he finally noticed and caught up with you.

"Where the hell are you going?" He grunted, almost all up on your back. "Look, there's a cabin over there, maybe there's someone there who could get us at least somewhere back to where we parked or where we could find our damn friends."

His mouth opened to say something but then closed it, knowing he couldn't fight back. As they walked closer to the cabin, the only few things on his mind were how curvy your body looked in those skin tight ALO leggings, how you weren’t afraid to fight back against him. He felt himself getting hard at how her hips switched with every step you took.

Eventually, you both made it to the cabin, only to find out that it was abandoned. "Are you deadass? We just walked that far only to find out that nobody lived here?" He groaned, the hot California sun beaming down onto them in the woods.

"Can you just calm the fuck down? Damn, I guess that's all you really do is complain." You crossed your arms over your chest, enlarging them a bit more than they already were, making Jermajesty stare a bit.

He ignored you for the sake of his actions, one wrong move between the two, and it would've been hell. Jermajesty grabbed his phone and noticed he was on SOS. "Fuck, we're out of range..." he groaned again, which sounded sexy to you. As you guys sat around the cabin, you both were sitting in nothing but irritation and sexual tension that could be solved by one move.

Every movement he did, and every movement you did, you both were just getting turned on just by each other's existence... it was fucking you both up internally.

"You know... I'm tired of fighting with you. I just want to go back with our friends so we can go home. Can we just call it quits with whatever the fuck this is?" He expressed, gesturing in between you two, his voice coming out deeper than usual.

He walked towards you, placing both arms above her so she couldn't escape his gaze. "To be honest, I've been so fucking hard just looking at you and the way you carry yourself." He held a strong gaze with you, his breathing becoming hard, and his grip around the cabin logs was getting tighter.

"All of a sudden, you like me? Cause before, you were acting like I was being snobby and like I was better than everyone for some reason. What's the real reason you said that shit about me?"

"Because you're never active in our friend group, and every time someone speaks, you talk once and then disappear. You act like you can't take 15 minutes or even an hour out of your day to speak to your friends." He sneers back. “You’re sexy too, I won’t deny it.”

"Do you realize how hard it is sometimes to—" Before she could even finish your sentence, he placed his soft, plump lips on yours to shut you up. Your hands slowly reached up to his face, grasping his arm with the other. The kiss lasted about 5 minutes, pulling back panting. Your eyes looked into his frantically, they were pleading for more, and he could tell.

He went back in for your neck this time, sucking on it and leaving a fresh purple, and yellow mark. Your eyes fluttered shut, your lip catching in between your teeth as he sucked on your neck as if he was starving, your hands moving from his arm and his face up to his broad shoulders.

"M—Maj..." You muttered, your voice was shivering at his touch. “Please, don’t stop.” You whined out, the grip you have on his shoulders getting tighter.

He hummed along your neck, his hands began to roam all over your body, slowly dropping to your leggings. His index finger began to hook around the waistband of your leggings, you knew this was wrong, but you were just in too far to stop him. You joined him, reaching down, untying the drawstring to his khaki shorts.

Luckily, they were behind the abandoned cabin, where they couldn't have been found. Jermajesty trailed up from your neck back up to your lips. His hands pooling into your leggings and into your soaked, black lacy panties. His middle and ring finger began to curl up inside of your warm, throbbing pussy, making you gasp into his mouth, allowing him to swallow your moans.

While he fingered you, his fingers massaging your gummy walls, he used his thumb to toy with your clit. You begin to squirm around him, softly moaning out, trying to close your legs, but of course... that failed. He used his foot to spread your legs open again as they stood. “Keep them open.”

"Fuck... I wonder what you and your mouth feels like on my dick." He whispered in your ear, pulling his fingers out of your now dripping pussy, making you whine from the loss. He dropped his shorts along with his boxers, his hard and girthy length springing out and bobbing as he made a small movement.

You got on your knees, the leaves crunching. He tapped his cock on your cheek. “Open for me, baby.” He whispered, and you did just that. You wrapped your lips around his tip, allowing him to let out a slight moan as the warmth of your mouth enveloped him. “Just like that, ffuccckkk…” he placed his large hand on the back of your head, guiding you to go deeper. As the tip of his dick reaches the back of your throat, causing you to gag, tears forming in your eyes, he makes you look up at him. “Look at me, c‘mon.” Your teary eyes make eye contact with him, “You look so fuckin’ beautiful like this, baby.”

He reached out for you, taking his wet dick out of your mouth, making you bend over. He carefully lined his dick against your waiting entrance. He started by teasing you, coating his tip with your wetness. “Stop teasing me, daddy… please.”

After her whines and swollen, pouty lips began to make him give in, he slid in with swiftness, making her cry out.

With few thrusts, he threw his head back, his hands wrapped around her waist. "Shit, baby... you're fuckin’ so tight," he grumbled out as he thrusts inside of you slowly, feeling every little bit of your tight warmth. You felt his dick stretching you out, setting a rhythm as he stroked deeply inside of you. Her back arched as he hit every spot that no man she’d been with, could. No one had been able to hit that spot until now. His tempo began to speed up, as if he was hungry and you were his last meal. Jermajesty began to let out breathy moans in your ear, getting you wetter than ever.

“Whose pussy is this?” He breathed out in your ear, his lips brushing against your earlobe.

"It’s yours!" You cried out, your face beginning to get hot to the touch, your climax was near. “Damn fuckin’ right, from now on, this is my pussy. Don’t let nobody else near it, but me.” Smacking her ass, he began hard, tortuous strokes. He felt your juices beginning to leak out, dripping out quickly. "You're gonna cum for me, hm? Go ahead, cum for me, baby."

“I—I can’t take it.” You whined out, placing your hand on his lower abdomen.

“Aht…” he swiftly removed your hand from his stomach, putting it behind your back. “Yes you can, you’ve doing so well f’me this entire time, sweetheart. Just a few more minutes, yeah? You can take it.”

He reached down to toy with your clit, trying to speed up your release. To you, this felt like torturous but amazing at the same time.

"God, you're beautiful like this... I can't believe I hated you. You're doing so well taking me, my pretty girl." He praised as he was still balls deep inside of you.

Your juices flowing freely down your legs and spraying onto his lower body. He groaned loudly, his eyes rolling back. But he didn’t stop. As he fucked you through your orgasm, his dick began twitching inside of you, his release was coming quickly. He set an erratic pace as he chased his own release. Within a few seconds, his hot seed began to spurt out inside of your warm cunt, coming undone inside of you. "F-fuck!" he buried his face into your neck, whining out.

Once both of your releases subsided, you came in handy and had wipes inside of your bag, allowing you guys to clean yourselves up a bit, putting their clothes on and smoothing their clothes out. Your friends made their way to the cabin they were just fucking behind, you knew that you guys were gonna get caught. Reign and Journi heard leaves rustle and faint noises, that's when they saw you as you bent down to retie your shoes. "Y/n?" Journi had spoken up first, walking closer to the cabin. Then, Reign spoke up. "JERMAJESTY? The fuck are y'all doing back here? I bet y'all finally stopped fighting and fucked, huh?" He chuckled.

"Somethin' like that..." you two muttered.

They say "I love you for the first time" — Jaafar Jackson, Jermajesty Jackson, Randy Jackson Jr.

summary: jealous maj and jaafar-obsessed reader AGAIN. ++ reader humbling maj at the end😈 (but we all know damn well reader enjoyed that)

warnings: profanities

a/n: who knew these would be so fun to make? plz give me sum ideas for more🫠 i love making these.

summary: more conversations between reader and maj❤️ (with brief mentions of jaafar!)

warnings: profanities, suggestive texts (sorry not sorry)

a/n: longer content to make it more interesting. lmk if u guys like it🌟

pairings : Randy Jr, Jaafar, Jermajesty

notes: if you follow me yk this is one of the ideas i’ve had for a hot minute

Randy jr

⋆˙⟡⋆ ✦︎ Randy Jr. has never once asked to be called "daddy," nor has he ever referred to himself that way, so hearing it out of your mouth instantly catches him off guard and gets him a little flustered

“oh my god, daddyyy” you moan, gripping his shoulders as he thrusts deep enough to hit the perfect spot.

he instantly bites his bottom lip, a sudden rush of heat hitting his cheeks as he looks away, suddenly shy despite how deep he is inside you

⋆˙⟡⋆ ✦︎ he gets hella and i mean HELLA embarrassed when you call i’m daddy around others to be funny and tease him

“come on daddy, I’m ready to go!” you yell out the car window, sticking your head out to rush him.

Randy instantly drops his head, hiding his face in his hands making Jermajesty burst out laughing, while Jaafar scrunges his face up in pure disgust

“I didn’t know y'all got down like that” Jaafar says, shaking his head “we don’t” Randy groans, rubbing his temples. “she’s just trying to be funny”

Jaafar

⋆˙⟡⋆ ✦︎ jaafar really isn’t into the whole “daddy” thing so it really catches him off guard and throws him off completely

“fuck, daddy, m’gonna cum” you whine, arching your back

Jaafar freezes entirely, stopping his movements to look down at you with a blank, utterly bewildered expression. “...What did you just call me?”

⋆˙⟡⋆ ✦︎ Just like his brother, public teasing is his absolute worst nightmare and he does not know how to handle it ..?

“hi daddy” you say sweetly, planting a quick kiss on Jaafar's cheek before turning on your heel and heading upstairs

The room goes dead silent. Jaafar slowly turns to look at his dad and brothers, offering them a stiff, painfully embarrassed smile. “please ignore that”

Jermajesty

⋆˙⟡⋆ ✦︎ Jermajesty doesn’t mind being called daddy unlike his brothers but again he won’t refer to himself as daddy but the second you do he locks right into it.

“daddy please, i can’t take it” you sobbed, bouncing on top of jermajesty

a confident smirk spreads across his face, his hands gripping your hips tighter “nah, don’t start complaining now, take all of daddy’s dick”

⋆˙⟡⋆ ✦︎ Jermajesty doesn’t really have a problem or a reaction when you call him daddy in front of others but others are shocked since there used to him being the youngest

“alright, I’m heading out, see you later daddy” you say, leaning down to give Jermajesty a quick peck on the lips before heading toward the front door.

his dad and brothers snap their heads toward him so fast you can practically hear their necks crack. Jermajesty slowly looks up from his phone, completely unbothered, and blinks at them “what?”

tags 🏷️ @unseenleylinesecret @vict-oryy @hip-hop-star-4 @blkkbratt @pinkjollyrancher54 @dollthoughtz @commaanders @anglfac @doleuia @missharper33 @siighrns @jermajestysbaby @enzo6ekiiii @nvhdesire @niyahctrl

. .˚ ⋆Ain’t No Mountain High Enough.. ⋆. .˚

pairing: Marlon Jackson x singer!Reader

Summary: You are your sister are apart of a girl group with your childhood friends called The Starlights. Your record label is contacted by Motown and requested y’all and Jackson 5 do a small project together. During this duration, it seems you’re able to develop something serious with one of the fellas.

Heads up ⋆ fluff, sister’s name is Sophia (SHE BLACK), performing in front of others, embarrassment, You guys are covering Ain’t No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell 💗, Jermaine is covering Marvin Gaye’s part; You are covering Tammi Terrell (picked Jermaine cause his voice reminds me of Marvin’s, love Michael though🥹), The pacing of this is a tad slow! apologies. YOUNG LOVEE

The Starlights: Y/N, Sophia, Mae and Ashanti • just to clear up confusion

word count: 4.9k

Los Angeles, California—1973 —-8:27am

“Naw this ain’t right! I can’t believe it!” Ashanti grabbed the newspaper clipping from Sophia that headlined:

‘Jackson 5 collaborates with the Lady Starlights?’

“This is some serious shit!” she added on holding the newspaper in the middle so the rest of you could see.

“Ashanti, we already talked about this whole gig last week, when you gonna wake up, girl?” Sophia snatched the newspaper back, folding  it up with a sharp snap and tossing it on the empty seat next to her.

You stared out the window of the moving car, L.A was painted in bright morning sunlight, the usual for a summer morning.

The four of you were currently being driven to Motown recording studio to officially start sessions today. You sat crammed in the back compartment of the sedan, very deep in thought and you tuned out their bickering. I mean yeah, you guys are collaborating with Jackson 5, but as lead you were ultimately nervous about the whole thing.

You were suddenly tapped out of your thoughts when Sophia used her leg to nudge yours.

You turned to look at her.

“What’s up with you?” She lowered her voice, hiding her voice behind Ashanti and Mae’s bickering.

“I don’t know…I think I’m just..nervous? really.” You replied shrugging.

“There it go!” Mae pointed out the window clicking off her seatbelt. She scooted closer to her window, placing a hand on the glass window. “Look!”

"This is some serious shit!" Ashanti's silly ass repeated from the back. You playfully rolled your eyes at the commotion going on inside the small riding cabin.

"Ladies! Prepare to get out!" The chauffeur called out from the driver's compartment.

You looked down at your clothes, beginning to smooth them out. You all wore matching outfits: a tailored light blue pantsuit, with wide-cut, voluminous pants perfectly swept over your shoes, and a dress shirt underneath your blazer.

The mild L.A sun began to drown the cabin in soft sunlight once the chauffeur opened the passenger compartment door. He offered his hand helping each of you meet the pavement. You could see your manager’s car, Sean, pull up behind the long sedan. He rushed out of the car, greeting you four with a smile.

"Hey ladies! Ready to meet the fellas? Yessss?" He offered excitement. 

“Absolutely!” Mae said, adjusting her hair in the reflection of the car window. 

You vaguely hummed in reply, crossing your arms creating your own protective barrier. The closer y’all got to entering the building and meeting the Jackson 5, the more your pit of nervousness kept growing. 

The four of you began to walk towards the tall standing building, Sean began giving ya’ll the same pep talk he always did. 

“Okay, you ladies look absolutely perfect! Don't be intimidated. We come to do what we do best.” Sean approached the glass doors holding open for you all.

You sighed entering the building, feeling the contrasting cool air inside the building compared to the warmth outside. 

_______••••••••

Eventually you and your girls got situated, finally meeting with the boys. There was lots to be discussed today before you all began to record vocals. It was showtime, the first part of the project would be starting the studio version. 

Inside the actual recording studio, Berry had the 9 of you hovered around a mahogany table, he had mini pictures of you all lined up, using them to essentially assign partners. Everyone had a partner except Tito who would be working the minimum of this project, given his talents wouldn't be heavily needed. Your picture lay above Jermaine’s, Ashanti was given Jackie, Mae having Marlon and Sophia assigned to Michael. 

“Basically, I've paired the 8 of you up, you should always stay with your buddy, in the studio, on the stage, in the press, everywhere.” Berry placed a hand on the table. You cut your eyes down to the arrangement analyzing everyone’s partners. 

“These two,” Berry started, splitting his fingers to point at you and Jermaine’s photo, “Jermaine and Y/N, you guys will sing lead on this track,” You nodded, offering him a small smile before looking back to the ground. Berry continued to ramble on and on about the plan of action. After studio recordings, there would be a photoshoot, then a mixed live performance, meet and greets, all the works. To you all, it translated into the many hours of rehearsal you’d all bare through. 

It was time to enter the recording booth, sticking to the plan, everyone practiced their assigned buddy system. Now you were really starting to feel your disturbed nerves. You were worried about how you would present yourself in front of the Jackson 5. Going beyond that, your girls began to come into the picture, you had to essentially carry them on your back being led and all, you didn't want to let anyone down. You and Jermaine took the center mics, the rest surrounded the background mic opposite of the booth. You held up your headphones to your ear, Berry held a thumbs up to you all before playing the metronome. The sound ticking in your ears. The vibrant instrumental to Ain't No Mountain High Enough began to play in your headphones. You didn't feel ready, but it was time. 

Jermaine started off, his vocals coming off velvety smooth with ease. You stood next to him beginning to tap your foot to the beat, attempting to soothe yourself. 

When your vocal cue started, you began to sing. Though your vocals weren’t strong like Berry knew you do. You started off with a stutter which immediately impacted your mindset. Berry paused the instrumental from his end and began to speak from the mic. You could feel the heat rushing to your face, you were embarrassed already, not even a minute into the cover.

“Y/N, don't rush, you're rushing.” You softly nodded your head. 

“Sorry.” You softly said into the microphone. 

This continued the cycle of Berry starting the track over, and over, and over. He couldn't get lead vocalist of the Starlights to shine at this very moment like he knew she could, but he would eventually. 

“Okay lets try something.” His voice spoke into the headphones. You looked towards your sister Sophia, a look of help emanating from your eyes. 

“I can tell you're nervous, are you nervous?” Berry asked.

“Uh, yes sir..,” You said looking at him through the glass. You were scared to look around, every inch of your body filled with embarrassment. The studio lights began to burn a little brighter, a small sweat breaking out on your neck. 

“Okay, everyone exit the booth except Y/N.” You looked down ashamed hearing shuffling of everyone's feet. Berry leaned back in his chair exchanging quick words with your manager Sean. 

You felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked up to see it was Michael. 

“Don’t be nervous, you are gonna do alright.” He said, his voice low in a whisper. You offered him a smile, before he continued out the door. 

You took a deep breath stabilizing yourself. You really didn't know which outcome was worse, because now the 8 of them were staring at you through the glass. Berry turned his attention back ahead at you. 

“Deep breaths, let's see how you do stand-alone.” Berry spoke into your headphones.

Your grip tightened on the headphones has you pressed the singular muff against your ear. The metronome began to play. 1…2..3…4…The instrumental begins to play once more. Jermaine caught your eye as he began mouthing his words on the other side of the glass to offer you some assistance. 

There it was…when your vocal cue began, Berry started hearing the vocalist he was looking for come out, the same one from the stage. That delay completely vanished. You closed your eyes, finally feeling the music, each lyric rolling off your tongue. 

He stopped the music, you paused opening your eyes. Your girls had been staring at you, all of them shading the same proud grin. 

“Perfect, I knew you’d feel better. Let’s try again with the fellas.” The mic clicked as Berry shut off his communication. 

___________•••••••••

7:54pm

Hours and hours of recording was rewarded with a dinner sponsored by Berry. Him and Sean believed a dinner with the nine of you would tighten bonds. 

You and your girls sat in the back of your sedan, you had been completely washed of your worries, a sense of relief calming your senses.  

“Girl, you sounded so good in there with Jermaineee..” Ashanti pushed your shoulder. A smile began to grow on your face, her tone was teasing as she dragged Jermaine’s name. 

“Girl, no way! He’s like 18!,” Mae cut in. “I’ll tell you what, someone kept asking about you…” Mae placed a hand on your shoulder raising her eyebrows.

“Who?” You and Sophia asked in unison. Sophia raised an eyebrow out of suspicion.

“Marlon, oh my goodness, it was so repetitive, ‘Y/N this? Y/N that?’. He wants some of that!” She said smacking your thigh.

“Oh please, you're messing with me, Mae. I was acting like such a loser in the damn studio.” 

“I swear I’m not! That boy likes you!” Mae threw her hands up in defense. 

“Shooot, I'd take Jermaine if I were you Y/N.” Ashanti said, fluffing out her curls.

“Hold on, pause. Let's talk about you and JACKIE,” Your eyes growing wide emphasizing his name. The car fell silent, a smile growing on Ashanti’s face. The only sound coming from the white noise of the moving car. 

All four of you burst out laughing before you, Mae and Sophia started chiming his name to Ashanti. 

“Well I got Michael,” Sophia stuck out her tongue at Ashanti.

“That lil ass boy, please Sophia.” Ashanti swatted her hand dismissively

“He’s cute!” Sophia pleaded.  

You sat back starting to drown out their bickering once again. You looked out the window at the city lights. deep in though thinking about what Mae had said. You hadn’t even noticed Marlon, like at all, honestly. She wondered if Mae was just messing with her, why would he be so open asking about someone he just met, you guys really didn't even meet! 

The car came to a parked stop, causing you to snap out of your thoughts.

“We here?” You said, sitting up.

The door suddenly opened, this time it was Sean.

“Come on ladies,” 

You all rushed out of the car, eager to ‘make bonds’ with your ‘business partners’.

“Okay now, we did good work in the studio today,” he said, shutting the door. “You need to have fun tonight..yes? And knock some of that nervousness out of you,” Sean nudged you making a teasing remark. You shook your head continuing to walk forward.

“I was just nervous to sing-” 

“No, you were nervous because you were standing next to Jermaine.” Ashanti placed both her hands on your shoulder while Mae and Sophia giggled. 

“Enough with the Jermaine stuff..” You looked around, realizing they could literally be around here somewhere. 

“Yall are quick? Crushin’ already?” Sean said, opening the restaurant door, holding it open.

“Oh please.” You say rolling your eyes.

“Oh, I definitely am.” Ashanti cut in following behind Mae. 

You looked around the warm restaurant, it was quiet inside minus the soft music filling the atmosphere. People wore pearls and dresses, tailored suits and sharp haircuts. You guys fit in right? Well You guys were the Starlights, and soon the Jacksons would be here, they really gonna show out. You could already see eyes cutting your way, some even whispering in surprise. You turned your head towards the door hearing a bunch of commotion entering the restaurant. Jackie began to shush his rowdy siblings trying to match the restaurant’s vibe. Through the boys, you finally laid eyes on Marlon, the boy who was alleged to have interest in you. He was cute! Y’know like his little brother Michael. Right. 

Marlon caught your eyes while you looked his way, a smile immediately appearing on his face. 

You offer a small smile back before turning away, pretending you had to all the sudden tend to your girls. 

One of the servers began to lead you guys to a private room with two lengthy tables. You had all subconsciously split into your partners. You followed Jermaine to one of the tables, all intentions to stay with him like Berry said. You were walking alongside Jermaine when he suddenly stopped turning behind himself. It was Marlon. He didn't speak, shooting Jermaine a very specific look. It felt like they were speaking to each other silent, underlying messages clearly present. Your eyes kept cutting between the two before Jermaine visibly relaxed.

“Maybe you'd like to get to know me tonight instead,” Marlon said, taking your hand turning towards you. You opened your mouth to protest before Jermaine cut in.

“Hold it Marlon,” Jermaine crossed his arms, a smirking tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You tryna take my lady from me already?” he teased. 

“Look Jermaine, you kinda old, you teetering eighteen,” Marlon placed his free hand on his hip. “She don’t want to get to know you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, wondering what's even happening right now.

“Shes my assigned partner.” Jermaine tilted his head. “Thats what Berry said-” 

“Berry not here.” Marlon swatted playfully tugging your arm, officially leading you away.  Jermaine rolled his eyes walking in the opposite direction. He began to wonder how his younger  brother managed to successfully take a lady from him. Marlon continued to lead you to a table, making it his full mission to spend this dinner by your side. 

“Uhh Marlon?-” You attempted to make another rebuttal, he stopped offering the chair to you. 

He sat down, turning his body to you. “What's up, how you doin’ mama?” He said, placing his forearm on the table. 

“How am I doing?” You repeated back. “What is this about?” you raised one eyebrow. 

Marlon opened his mouth, only delivering a response of silence. 

“Your sister…told me to do it.” He gestured toward Mae who he mistakenly misjudged for your sister. You looked toward Mae, her eyes cut away from your gaze immediately showing guilt. You lightly chuckle humming at Marlon’s response

“Okay..I see.” You said turning back towards him. “Well then I'm doing well, how are you?” You answered his question by offering your hand. 

Marlon smiled, shaking your hand. “Im great now,” he said leaning closer. 

So you took Marlon up on his offer, you got to know him instead of Jermaine. An hour had gone by and you guys had received your food a couple minutes ago. You started picking at your food with your fork. 

“Have you ever met Tammi Terrell?” You reluctantly broke the silence. 

“Naw, we never met her before, we’ve met Marvin before though,” Marlon softly nodded his head. “Why?” 

You kept your eyes on your plate, placing the fork down. 

“Well I've always wanted to meet Tammi…but then she passed away a couple years ago,” You shrugged, "It's a shame really.” You shook your head lightly, picking up your fork. 

“Well I’m sure she would appreciate you carrying her legacy,” he placed a hand on your shoulder, “You sounded good today!” 

“You think so?” You pulled away with a smile. 

“Yeah, I do.” Marlon paused, “But honestly, Berry should have had me up there singing instead of Maine.” 

You let out a giggle, “What? You’re so silly Marlon.” 

“Ill let it slide this time, he don't need to sing with any more girls, he has a lady.” 

“Well, I mean no harm.” You said taking a bite of your food.

The night continued on with everyone enjoying their dinner, you think you really enjoyed yourself tonight hanging out with Marlon. He seemed the outgoing type given he effortlessly walked up to you and Jermaine with all intentions to carry out his plan. Eventually it was time to head out, the nine of you walking in a clump leaving the restaurant. You and Marlon began to tail the rest of the group over time.

“So..You guys far?” Marlon had his hands behind his back looking at the ground.

“No, we're just in Beverly Hills.” You said looking ahead. 

There was a pause in your guy's conversation, the distant sound of your girls and his brothers chatting up ahead and the soft bustling of the city filled your ears.

“So uh,” Marlon started. You looked at him seeing that he began to fidget with his hands looking down at the ground. He looked up at her before continuing. “Can I get your number..y’know, so we can talk more..” Marlon pleaded his case. 

Your mouth slightly fell open, sort of taken aback by his request. You lightly smiled at him. 

“What if my daddy picks up?” You teased him..

“Then, I'll just get to know your daddy,” Marlon smiled

“You're so silly, Marlon.” You paused for a moment, thinking what you're about to get yourself into. Sean was right, it really didn't take long for you to start crushing. You sighed before continuing.

“Sure.” you gave in. “Sometimes I get bored while I'm not working.” you pulled out a pen from your blazer pocket.

“Do you have paper or something…I hope?” you said, clicking your pen. 

“No, my hand works just fine.” Marlon held out his hand, offering it to you. You rolled your eyes playfully as every time he spoke, he continued to prove your point about how silly he was. 

You took his wrist and began writing down your house digits on his palm.

“There, you better hope my daddy doesn't pick up, he probably doesn't want to get to know you.” 

Marlon smiled looking down at his palm, “He don’t? That's a sh-” 

Marlon was cut off hearing Jackie’s voice break the calm atmosphere, shouting his name. You both turned your attention ahead realizing you two had literally stopped mid walk. 

“Aw man,” Marlon looked at you with a smile. “I guess I'll see you tomorrow then,” 

You stood there smiling as you watched him lightly jog away. Your smile faltered when you realized that you were in the same boat, and you were supposed to be with your group..

When you finally reached your car, the girls were nowhere to be found, Sean waiting by the sedan tapping his foot. 

“Aww Come on, come on, yall need to rest for the night, you were completely M.I.A just now!”  Sean complained heading to open the car door.

“Sorry Sean,” you giggled, putting your hand up in defense. 

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‘Right On!: The Jackson boys and the Starlights, one night only?’

‘Jermaine Jackson and leading Lady Starlight Y/N sing lead covering Motown hit classic!’

‘Latest black teen music collab sells out all over town! Where are YOUR tickets?’

The tabloids began to go crazy over this collaboration, local live performances sold out all over town, your faces all over the papers. Over the following months of this collaboration, Marlon started becoming part of your nightly routine. You’d stay up while the whole house was sleeping, standing at the phone in your button down pajama set talking to Marlon. You completely ditched the professionalism you would maintain during work hours when it came to him. Rehearsals began to get very hard for Marlon, seeing you do everything with Jermaine. You sang, danced, even the photoshoots, everything had you interacting with Jermaine, and what could he do? Nothing, because this is business…right? It was worse that the press had started spreading rumors regarding some of the relationships inside said collab. Everything was strategically planned, Berry and Sean knew what they were doing, pushing public relations to engage the fans.

One day in the studio after your girls and the remaining brothers recorded background vocals, You and Jermaine did your final recording for the main vocals. The instrumental played and you and Jermaine perfectly performed the vocals. Your voices blend together smoothly to produce amazing melodies. 

Berry looked back at Sean, a knowing smile being exchanged between them. This was perfect. 

All Marlon could do was stare, completely dazed, as he watched you and Jermaine in the studio together. The song unleashed synthetic chemistry between you two. Maybe it was fake, maybe it wasn’t, but Marlon was tired of debating it. 

Later that night, an afterparty was held after one of the performances. You had broken away from your group and began looking for Marlon. He was nowhere to be found, and you didn't want to go around asking anyone, this wasn't exactly public information. There was only one person you could confide in, and that was Michael. You quickly spotted him away from the crowd standing alone. 

“Mike,” You said as you approached him.

“Oh hey, how ya doin?’” his soft voice spoke, offering you a small smile. It was almost hard to hear his voice contrast against the loud music

“I'm good, how are you?” you leaned against the wall with him.

“I think I'm ready to head home, really.” Michael said, looking towards the crowds and music. 

You sighed, “Yeah…I get you..” You looked down. “Before you head out, Berry is looking for you.” 

“My brothers over there?” he asked, pushing himself off the way. 

“No, not yet..speaking of… do you know where Marlon is?” 

A smile started to creep onto Michael’s face. “He said he wasn' t feelin’ well tonight… he's at home.”

“Oh..” You said looking towards the ground. 

“He probably needs some company…yeah…” Michael lightly nudged you. 

“Yeah, right.” You said playfully rolling your eyes “Thank you, though.”

“Ill see you later?” Michael said, taking a couple steps forward.

“Of course!” you replied, waving at him. 

You watched as Michael walked away, probably headed for Gordy so he could go home. Marlon isn't even here tonight. Your smile falters as you look back towards the ground, you knew you couldn't go to Hayvenhurst alone..not discretely anyway. Even so, you knew Marlon didn't actually feel unwell, he was probably upset. 

You pushed through the crowds, you needed to get home immediately. 

“Sean!” You yelled his name trying to get his attention.

Finally reaching him you tapped him on the shoulder. 

“Oh! Hey little lady, what's up?” He took the glass of champagne from his lips. 

“Can you take me home? Pleaseeee?” You pleaded, clasping your hands together.

“What about the girls?” He said, smirking. 

“They aren’t ready to go home yet…I am.” You looked around to catch any sign of them before looking back at him. “Im…really tired tonight.” 

Sean sighed before reaching for his keys in his pocket. You knew that would win him over because he prioritized you and the Starlight’s general health, that starts off with not being fatigued. He’d be unhappy if he knew about all your late night calls. 

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The cold metal against your ear continued to ring against your ear. You hadn't even dropped your bag after entering the house, you went right to the phone in an attempt to call Marlon. This was your second time ringing him, and he didn't pick up. The phone continued to ring, and once you were sure he wasn't going to pick up, you slowly placed the phone back on the metal brackets.

“Damn it,” you muttered in disappointment. You leaned against the wall shaking your head, you were out of ideas at this point. You let your bag slide off your shoulder, to your hand before it hits the ground with a small thud. 

You sat there in silence, slowly sliding down the wall, trying to think of what the hell you could do to reach him tonight. The silence was broken when you heard the click of the front door again. Thinking it was your parents you quickly stood up to greet them from the top of the steps. 

“Y/N!” 

It was Sophia.

“Sophia?” Your shoulders immediately relaxed, hearing her voice before being able to see her. 

Sophia stood at the bottom of the banister, out of breath. 

“Hey!.. uh..Michael and Marlon are outside-”

“Pardon?” You said immediately perking up, you took one step down the stairs.

“Marlon’s outside!” She said for simpler terms.

You began to rush down the steps, almost tripping over your heels in the process. 

“Wait!” Sophia called out before you reached the door. “Can I come?” 

You looked at her, raising your eyebrows. 

“Micheals there!” she pleaded.

“Girl, come on.” You continued out the door, leaving it open for her to follow. 

Sitting outside was a car, Mike and Marlon sat in the backseat while Bill Bray was driving. 

“Ladies,” Bill nodded his head, greeting the two of you. 

“Hey Bill,” you walked up to the window, Sophia following not too far behind.

“Gone ‘head and hop in the back,” He said pointing to the backseat.

Michael opened up the car door from the inside for Sophia, while you walked over to Marlon’s side. Before you could reach for the handle, Marlon had opened the door up for you. You climbed inside, sitting next to him. He looked..nervous? You thought, or were upset? It was hard to read his emotions at this moment.

The car began to move, Marlon still not speaking a word. 

“Marlon…” You said, your voice low. “Are you mad at me?”

“No… I’m not mad at you..” He looked at you, his expressions still hard to read. 

“Where are we going? It's getting late..” You said leaning on his shoulder.

“Bill is taking us to the beach.” Michael answered your question 

“The beach?” You repeated quietly, slightly sitting up.

Michael nodded his head before you slouched back down. Maybe we will talk there, but for now Marlon remained quiet, not seemingly wanting to talk. You looked out the window, while you listened to Michael and Sophia talk softly. You could see yourself and Marlon in the window’s reflection, he was still looking ahead. This was completely different from how Marlon usually acted so naturally, it worried you.

Bill pulled into the beach lot, parking and turning off the engine. 

“You kiddos need to be back in about…” He checked his wrist, peeking at his watch. “An hour.” he said dropping his arm back to his side. 

The four of you exited the back and began walking toward the sand. 

“Mama..” Marlon called out to you, offering his hand. 

You took his hand and he began to lead you the opposite way of where Mike and Sophia were going. 

In the distance you could hear the waves crashing against the sand, the sky was dark and sprinkled with stars, the moon shining white beams on the ground. 

You and Marlon were walking along the shoreline barefoot, you held your heels by your side, doing your best to walk on the sand. 

“Marlon…” You said looking up at him. “Are you okay?” You said, raising your eyebrow.

“Yeah…I'm okay mama, I just..wasnt in the mood.”

“Whats wrong?” 

Marlon took a deep breath before stopping. You turned towards him before he continued. 

“Y/N…I-” He paused, growing visibly nervous.

“I..really like you…like a lot..” He said looking down.

“I think I know that…I like you too, Marlon.” You said trying to catch his gaze. 

“Well yeah..but..” He looked up, finding your eyes. “I mean, I really like you, and once we are done..I don’t want to stop seeing you.” 

You tilted your head as you let him continue talking, a smile growing on your face unwillingly. He placed his shoes down and proceeded to grab your free hand. 

“Y/N, I wanted to ask if you would be my lady?” He was looking you dead in your eyes, you could feel his grip get tighter after he popped the question. You opened your mouth to respond but he kept going.

“I want me and you together… officially…I don't want to worry about us and what's real.” You could tell he was hinting at the recent PR stunts, making you realize just how terrible you felt. This is why he has been down, you've been so caught up in Jermaine, it made him feel some type of way..like you didn’t actually want him.

“Oh Marlon…of course I’ll be your lady..” a bigger smile overtook your face. “I never wanted Jermaine…I thought you knew that.” 

“Well, it was hard to tell, y’all always singing like you’re in love.”

You let out a giggle, he’s so silly. 

“That's just work..that's how I get into what I'm singing..none of that was real… a performance!” You paused before continuing. “I thought you said Jermaine had a lady?” 

“He does, but he doesn't let that stop him most times.” Marlon said tilting his head. 

Both of you busted out laughing at Marlon’s remark, you already felt better, and so did Marlon. He was nervous to officially ask you out. 

“But yes, Marlon, we should be together.” You said leaning in. 

Marlon just stared at you for a moment as he cupped your face. 

He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your lips, slow and loving. 

He pulled away and you softly smiled at him.

“How are you now?” You asked.

“Well, I'm great now, mama.” he replied before placing another kiss on your lips.

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summary: a small glimpse of how reader and jermajesty text each other! pt. 1!

warnings: profanities, suggestive texts (just a bit ?)

a/n: reader likes jaafar (for this au's sake, he's single🙏)

Warnings:MDNI 18+, Manipulation, Not proofread yet