#influencer!black!reader

"First of all, whoever said my lace is lifting in the back...your mama is a man."

You leaned in closer to the ring light, squinting at the chat flying across your iPad screen. The tiktok live was currently sitting at eighty four thousand viewers, and every single one of them had decided today was the day to choose violence.

"I’m serious," you muttered, parting your freshly installed 30 inch bustdown middle part. "Don't play with my stylist like that. She glued this down with the tears of my enemies. It’s sitting. It’s melted. It’s giving scalp but you bitches are just blind."

User38492: Not the wig defense protocol 😭 Kayla_From_The_Block: GIRL forget the hair, who was that tall shadow in the background of your vlog yesterday?? TeeTee_Bandz: Wait hold on because I saw him too! Tall, broad, and moving like he own the place. Mya.M: SPILL THE TEA SIS. WHO IS HE?!

You paused, your edge brush frozen mid swoop.

Damn. You thought you had cropped that clip perfectly. It was a three second transition in your "Spend the Day with Me in LA" vlog- just a quick aesthetic pan across your living room to show off the new sofa. But the internet FBI apparently had 4K vision and a magnifying glass.

"What shadow?" you asked, trying to keep your face deadpan. You went back to swooping your baby hairs, acting like your heart didn't just do a little skip hop drop. "Y'all are hallucinating. That was probably just the coat rack. Or a ghost. This apartment is old as hell, I keep telling y'all."

Breezy_B: A coat rack in a designer Balenciaga hoodie? Chile, please. NoName90: And the coat rack got shoulders like a linebacker? Okay. RealRecognizeReal: Is she blushing??? OH SHE BLUSHING.

"I’m not blushing- black people don’t blush!" you yelled, laughing despite yourself and covering your face with your long, acrylic french tips. "Y’all are so nosey! This is why I don't show y'all my business. Can a girl just live? Can I just have my little apartment in peace without a whole interrogation committee?"

The truth was, you did have a man. And not just any man.

You had been lowkey seeing Jermajesty Jackson for the last six months. Yes, that Jackson. The legacy, the boy with a name so grand it sounded like a decree issued by a medieval king. He was sweet, incredibly fine, ridiculously tall, and, much to your amusement, absolutely obsessed with you.

Up until this point, you guys had kept things strictly on the low. You weren't hiding, but you definitely weren't broadcasting. In the influencer world, once you show your relationship, it belongs to the public. You weren't trying to have tiktok tea pages analyzing your man’s micro expressions to see if he secretly hated you.

"Anyway," you tried to pivot, grabbing your lip gloss. "So, I’m thinking about doing a closet sale next week because..."

The apartment door clicked open.

You froze. The chat froze- or rather, it started moving so fast the text became a blur of vertical light.

You heard the heavy, unmistakable thud of size 12 designer shoes hitting the hardwood floor. Then, a low, melodic hum. He was singing. Because of course he was. The man couldn't walk into a room without sounding like a three part harmony.

"Baby?" his voice boomed from the hallway. "I got the tacos from that spot you like. They was packed but you know I got us taken care of."

You squeezed your eyes shut. Jermajesty, please, not right now, you prayed to the heavens.

"I'm on Live, baby!" you called out, trying to sound casual while throwing warning daggers with your eyes toward the doorway.

But Jermajesty was already halfway into the room.

He stopped dead in his tracks just on the edge of the camera’s peripheral vision. He was wearing a black hoodie, with some black sweatpants, and his hair was perfectly curly. He looked down at his hands, holding a massive brown paper bag that smelled like heaven, then looked at you, then looked at the glowing ring light.

"Oh," he said, his eyes widening slightly. "My bad. I didn't know you was tapped in."

"It's fine," you laughed nervously, waving your hand to dismiss him. "Just set it on the counter, I'll be done in a minute."

But it was too late. The chat had officially lost its collective mind.

Keisha_D: BABY??? Tink_88: HE GOT THE TACOS??? TheGhettoGourmet: HOLD ON THAT VOICE. WHY THAT VOICE SOUND SO FAMILIAR? BadLilThing: Show him! Show him! Show him! DripOrDrown: Girl if you don't turn that camera to the left right now I’m unfollowing

"They want you to show your face," you murmured, looking up at him with a helpless grin. "They think you're a shadow demon."

Jermajesty chuckled, a chesty sound that probably made half the girls in the chat weak in the knees. He stepped closer, leaning his hip against the edge of your vanity desk. He wasn't shy, you don't grow up with the last name Jackson and fear a camera, but he respected your boundaries.

"They wanna see me?" he asked, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I don't know, baby. I ain't got my makeup on. My skin might not be camera ready for your millions of fans."

"Boy, stop," you laughed, hitting his hip with your hand. "Your skin is clearer than my future. Quit playing."

"Let me see what they saying," he said, leaning down over your shoulder to look at the iPad screen.

And just like that, his face entered the frame.

The chat went dead silent for approximately one second. Then, it exploded like a firecracker in a trash can.

SpiritualGhetto: WAIT. Lexi.K: IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS??? NoWayJose: JERMAJESTY??? BaddieOnABudget: GIRL YOU GOT A JACKSON?! Mimi_Monroe: Not Jermajesty! Oh you eating good fr Nene_T: HE IS SO FINEEEEE LORD

Jermajesty saw his name flashing repeatedly on the screen and raised an eyebrow, looking down at you. "Damn, they recognized me quick. I thought I had a disguise on with the hoodie."

"You are literally six foot something, looking like majority of your family, Maj. There is no disguising you," you said, tossing your hair back and finally giving in to the chaos. You turned your chair slightly so the camera captured both of you. "Alright, y'all. Yes. This is my man. Satisfied now? You can stop spamming the chat about the Balenciaga coat rack."

Jermajesty looked directly into the camera, waving with a charming, easygoing smile. "What's up, everybody? I'm the coat rack. Nice to meet y'all."

"Don't encourage them," you warned, though you couldn't stop the massive smile spreading across your face.

"Nah, they cool," Jermajesty said, eyes scanning the comments. "They saying you bagged a prince. I don't know about all that, but I definitely bagged a queen."

"Oh, brother," you groaned, covering your face as the chat went into a full cardiac arrest.

Chrissy_Pooh: HE IS A SMOOTH TALKER OMG LoverGirl: The way he looked at her...I’m throwing myself in traffic Didi_100: We need a Q&A! Right now! Turn this into a couple's stream! YeezyTaughtMe: Q&A! Q&A! Q&A!

You looked up at Jermajesty. He looked down at you, raising his eyebrows in a silent question.

"You got time before the tacos get cold?" you asked him.

"For you? I got all the time in the world," he said, pulling up a rolling stool from your vanity and sitting right next to you, his frame completely taking over the screen. "Let's give the people what they want."

"Alright, keep it respectful in the comments," you warned, pointing a manicured finger at the screen. "Because I will block a bitch. Do not try me today. Keep it cute or get booted."

"Yeah, keep it cute," Jermajesty echoed, leaning back with his arms crossed over his chest, looking entirely too comfortable. "I’m sensitive, y'all. Don't hurt my feelings."

"You are not sensitive," you laughed, nudging him.

"I am! I’m a libra. We feel things deeply," he protested, putting a hand over his heart with dramatic flair.

User9028: How did y'all meet? Who shot their shot first?

"Oh, this is a good one," you said, pointing at the comment. "Because he likes to tell a whole lie when people ask this."

"A lie?" Jermajesty gasped, looking genuinely offended. "Excuse me? I am a man of integrity. I tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."

"Okay, go ahead then. Tell 'em how we met," you challenged, crossing your arms.

Jermajesty cleared his throat, looking directly at the camera like he was about to deliver a monologue. "Alright, so look. We was at this private party in the Hills. Very exclusive, very lowkey. I’m standing by the bar, minding my business, looking majestic as usual-"

"See, lying already," you cut in, rolling your eyes.

"Let me finish! I’m standing there, and I see this beautiful, radiant black woman walk in. She was wearing this orange dress-"

"It was rust colored."

"Orange, rust, whatever, it was fire. And she was walking like she owned the whole villa. I said, 'Hold on. Who is that?' So I did my little walk over. I gave her the look. I said, 'Excuse me, miss, but I think you dropped something.' And she looked at me and said, 'What?' And I said, 'Your standards, because you ain't talking to me yet.'"

You stared at him, completely deadpan, before turning back to the camera.

"Y'all, please do not believe this man," you said, shaking your head. "This is not what happened at all. First of all, he was not 'standing by the bar looking majestic.' He was standing by the buffet table eating chicken like he hadn't eaten in three business days."

"Hey! The catering was fire, I wasn't gonna let it go to waste," Jermajesty defended himself.

"Secondly, he did not use that corny ass pickup line. What actually happened was, he accidentally backed into me while trying to take a selfie with his cousin, and he spilled half a cup of ginger ale down my back."

"It was an accident!" Jermajesty protested.

"He ruined my dress, y'all. I turned around ready to cuss him out- and I mean, I had the words lined up in my head. I was ready to give him the full treatment. But then I looked up, and he was looking down at me with this big, goofy, puppy dog face, saying, 'Oh my god, I’m so sorry, please don't beat me up, I'll buy you a new dress, I'll buy you ten dresses.'"

"And did I lie?" Jermajesty asked triumphantly. "Did I not get you the dress?"

"He did," you admitted, a soft smile slipping through. "He literally followed me around the rest of the night making sure I had water, napkins, and dry cleaning contacts, and even gave me his jacket so I didn’t look a mess. By the end of the night, he asked for my number so he could 'verify the dress delivery.' Smooth, but goofy."

"Hey, it worked," he said, leaning over to kiss your temple. "You here, ain't you?"

Jasmine_Rose: OMGGGG that is so cute! He was sweating! Tasha_T: Not the ginger ale 😭 he was nervous! Kiara_D: He was folding under pressure

"I wasn't folding!" Jermajesty argued, though he was smiling wide. "I was just being a gentleman. My mama raised me right."

LaToya_S: Does Ms. Katherine know about her? Has she met the family?

The chat went wild at this question. Meeting a famous family is one thing, but meeting the Jacksons is a whole different level of pressure.

"Oh, they wanna know about the family," you said, looking at Jermajesty.

"Oh, they love her," Jermajesty said instantly, without a second of hesitation. "My mama loves her. My aunts love her. My grandma...man, grandma wanted to keep her at the house last Thanksgiving. I had to tell her, 'Grandma, she gotta come home with me, stop trying to adopt her.'"

"It’s true," you laughed. "I was so nervous, y'all. You have no idea. When he first told me he wanted me to meet his family, I almost booked a one way ticket to Ghana. I was like, 'Nope, I’m changing my identity, I cannot do this.' I was practicing my posture in the mirror, trying to make sure I didn't say anything too outta pocket."

"You was tripping for no reason," Jermajesty said, shaking his head. "You walked in there and had everyone laughing in five minutes."

"Because I was masking my terror with humor- that’s how I cope!" you shouted. "But no, they are literally the sweetest people. His mom is so gorgeous, and she made me feel right at home. She actually gave me some old family recipes."

"Which she still hasn't cooked for me," Jermajesty pointed out, giving you a look.

"Because you eat too much! If I cook that big pot of peach cobbler, you’re gonna eat the whole thing in one sitting and then complain about your stomach," you shot back.

"I have a fast metabolism," he argued. "I burn it off."

"You burn it off by playing video games and yelling at fifteen year olds on the game," you retorted.

The chat was eating up the banter, the viewer count now climbing past one hundred thousand.

User4820: Who is more clingy?

"Him," you said immediately.

"Her," Jermajesty said at the exact same time.

You both looked at each other.

"How am I clingy?" you asked, offended. "I am a strong, independent woman. I have my own bag, my own apartment, my own schedule."

"Baby," Jermajesty said, leaning forward and looking at the camera. "Let me tell y'all something. This girl right here? If I don't text her back within five minutes, she starts sending me tiktoks of women saying 'If he wanted to, he would.' She starts playing sad SZA songs in her stories."

"That is a lie!" you screamed. "That is a complete fabrication of the truth!"

"It is not!" Jermajesty laughed, enjoying your reaction. "And then, when we sleeping, she gotta have her whole leg wrapped around me like a koala bear. I’m hot, y'all. I’m like a human radiator, and she’s there clinging to me like she’s trying to survive an ice age."

"First of all, your apartment is cold," you defended yourself, pointing a finger at him. "Secondly, you love it. Don't act like you don't pull me right back if I try to move."

"I gotta keep you safe," he said softly, his tone suddenly dropping into that warm, sincere place that always made your heart melt. He looked at you, his hand reaching out to gently tuck a strand of your track behind your ear. "Even if you do kick me in your sleep."

"I do not kick you," you mumbled, looking away, suddenly shy under his gaze.

"You do. You got some strong legs, baby. I think you be running track in your dreams."

The chat was practically sobbing.

Aaliyah_99: I am crying in the club rn Renee_Baby: They are so real for this FineAssGirl: No but why are they actually perfect for each other? LoveLies: Jermajesty is down BAD. Look at his eyes!

"Alright, alright, next question," you said, trying to clear the air before you got too mushy. "We aren't trying to do a whole romance novel on here."

BigDrip_12: Can he do your hair though?

You read the comment out loud and immediately looked at Jermajesty with a devious smirk. "Ooh. Now this is the real test. Maj, do you think you can lay my edges?"

Jermajesty looked at the pink edge brush and the jar of edge control sitting on your vanity. He looked back at the screen, then at your hairline.

"Lay your edges?" he repeated. "Like, swoop them? The little wavy things y'all do?"

"Yes. The swoop de swoop."

"Oh. Easy," he said, puffing out his chest. "Give me the brush."

"Oh lord," you laughed, handing him the brush and opening the edge control. "If you ruin my hair, we are breaking up. I’m telling you right now. This is a high stakes situation."

"Trust the process, baby," he said, taking the brush with absolute confidence. He leaned in close, his face just inches from yours. He put one hand gently on the back of your head to steady you, and his touch was so warm and gentle it made your breathing stop.

The chat slowed, everyone watching intently.

Jermajesty dipped the tip of the brush into the gel. He looked at your forehead like he was Da Vinci looking at the Sistine Chapel.

"Alright, so you gotta do the wave, right?" he muttered, his tongue sticking out slightly in concentration. He placed the brush at your hairline and made a tentative, shaky swoop.

"Ow, not so hard!" you laughed, wincing slightly. "You're scraping my skin, not painting a fence!"

"My bad, my bad," he whispered, softening his touch. He used his thumb to smooth down the gel, just like he’d seen you do a thousand times. He actually didn't do a terrible job, managing to create a decent, slightly thick, swoop near your temple.

"Hold on," he said, looking at his work. "Wait a minute. I might have found my calling. Look at that! That is a masterpiece."

You looked in the mirror and laughed. "Maj...it’s literally in the middle of my forehead."

"It’s a modern art swoop," he insisted, waving his hand. "It’s avant garde. You don't understand the vision."

"It’s giving 'I fell face first into some grease,'" you teased, but you didn't wipe it off. You looked at him, his face still close to yours, his eyes bright with laughter.

"You love it," he murmured.

"I love you," you whispered back, before you could even think to stop yourself.

Jermajesty’s smile softened into something incredibly warm and private, completely forgetting about the hundred thousand people watching. "I love you more, baby."

The chat exploded into a final, chaotic frenzy of hearts, crying emojis, and caps lock keys slamming.

"Alright, y'all," you said, turning back to the screen with a flush on your cheeks. "We gotta go eat these tacos before they get soggy. Thank y'all for tapping in! Say goodbye, Maj."

Jermajesty leaned over, waving at the screen. "Bye, y'all! Keep supporting my girl, she’s the best to ever do it. Peace!"

You blew a kiss to the camera and hit the 'End Live' button.

As the screen went dark, the quiet of the apartment settled back in. Jermajesty immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against his chest.

"So," he murmured in your ear. "The whole world knows now."

"Yeah," you said, looping your arms around his neck. "They do. You ready for the crazy?"

"With you?" Jermajesty smiled, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. "I’m ready for whatever."