nearly maxed out tags cus i’m crazy and just have so much love in my heart i wanted to tag everyone but i had to condense so i’m sorry if i missed anyone also but just know i love you all so bad
also a lot of you i haven’t interacted with in a long time and i feel bad abt that🙁 and some ppl that i tagged haven’t even been active since last year or longer like omg pls come back soon i miss you guys 😣😣
OMG THANK YOU SM BABY I MISS INTERACTING WITH YOU TOO<\3
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GAH STOP THIS IS SO SWEET siri how do i tag all of my 150+ mutuals-
i'm going to tag some of my babygirls and if i miss some PLEASE DON'T TAKE IT PERSONALLY i love and cherish all my lovely mooties :( even if we don't interact much
jermajesty blurb in which reader overhears him calling her needy (not in a bad way) and she takes it the wrong way so she stops being as affectionate as she was and he notices and freaks out because he thinks she’s going to leave him. thank you!!
It happened by accident. You were coming back from the kitchen with two mugs of chocolate milk when you overheard him from the hallway.
"Yeah," Jermajesty said, laughing quietly into his headset. "She's kind of needy."
Your feet stopped mid-step.
Needy.
That was the only word you heard.
Before the mugs could slip from your hands, you quickly set them down on the nearest table. Then, without waiting to hear another word, you turned and walked away.
"It's cute, though. She's always leaning on me, stealing my hoodies, or asking for one more hug before I leave. I love it," he said, eyes still fixed on the game. A quiet smile tugged at his lips. "I love her."
It's embarrassing, honestly. The more you think about it, the worse it sounds.
Maybe you've been smothering him all this time. Maybe all the hugs, the hand-holding, and your constant need to be close have been too much.
So you stop.
You stop curling up beside him while he's checking his phone or producing music. You stop sitting on the arm of his chair. You stop asking for hugs and kisses before he leaves. You even start strictly sleeping on your side of the bed.
You manage to do it all so subtly—or so you think. But Jermajesty knows you better than anyone else, and he notices right away.
"You good?"
"Mhm."
"Wanna watch a movie?"
"Sure."
He reached for your hand as you watched the movie. Instead of lacing your fingers through his like you always did, you only offered him a small smile.
His stomach dropped.
At first, he thinks you're sick—or maybe it's your period. He pulls up the app on his phone, the one he uses to track your cycle. He'd insisted on downloading it months ago so he'd know when not to surprise you with pool days or amusement park dates, figuring cramps and roller coasters didn't exactly mix.
But your period wasn't due for another two weeks.
That's when he starts thinking maybe he's done something wrong.
He replays every conversation you've had over the past week, picking apart every word like he's investigating a crime scene.
By day five, he's genuinely panicking.
You walk into the living room to find him sitting on the couch, staring into space like someone had just told him World War Z was real—and the outbreak had already started.
"Hey," he said. "Hey," you replied. "Can we talk?" His voice was so soft that it made your chest ache.
"Did do something to upset you?"
"What?"
"You're... different." He gestures vaguely. "You don't hug me anymore, you stopped stealing my hoodies, and you barely even touch me."
You stayed quiet.
"Are you leaving me?" Your head snapped up. "What?!" You asked. "I'm serious," he says, hands fidgeting. "If I messed up, just tell me."
"I heard you."
"Heard me what?"
"Calling me needy."
Silence.
"Oh." He squinted. "...Oh." He dragged a hand down his face. "Baby, you didn't hear the rest," he said softly. "I didn't?" You looked at him. "I told my friends that I love that you're needy."
He scooted closer.
"I love that you always want to be around me. That's not a complaint at all, sweet girl. Do you know how cool it is to have a girlfriend who's as obsessed with me as I am with her?"
"Really?"
"Really!" He looked genuinely distressed at this point. "I've been miserable all week trying to figure out why you were pulling away from me."
"I just thought you didn't want me around anymore." Your expression softened. "What?" he asked. "I thought you didn't want me."
Both of you stare at each other for a moment before you both start laughing, equally relieved and embarrassed.
"Can my needy-in-a-good-way girlfriend come here now?" He opened his arms.
You smiled before leaning into his hug.
"Only if my dramatic boyfriend promises to finish his sentences next time."
tw|| an american writing a brit, brand new football fan idk how this shit work frfr, mike is dramatic and can’t handle an empty nest, implied favoritism, sibling antics, paris is big sister general, jobe third wheeling and hating it, jude is an annoying older brother and weaponizes it, jobe has a stupid moment, ashlyn is in this, faceclaim will be scarcely used but it’s thecaribbeanchixa on insta
hiiii!!! y’all already know to thank @multifandomposts-blog for the banner first!!! anyways i got hit with crazy ass inspiration when planning a trip for next summer and then seeing jude was at disney! the more popular jude gets the more weird people are being towards jobe and ion like that so while the thought was originally for jude it became even more beautiful when i tweaked it to fit for jobe hehehe😈
The day started off so nice…now you’re hiding in your bathroom because you’re too awkward to handle your dad crying in front of you all while your siblings and the internet verbally jump you. It’s only Wednesday.
You sigh very softly as you crept closer to the kitchen. Quietly peeking around the corner to see your dad staring at his laptop intensely. His large eyes shining behind his glasses and the occasional sniffle leaving him as he clicked and typed.
A pout found its way to your lips as you came out of hiding, “Daddy…don’t be sad I hate it when you’re upset.” You walked over to him.
He locked eyes with you and his began to water even more, “I’m sorry I just-…” he turned on the tall stool to face you fully, “My last baby bird is leaving the nest. What am I going to do all by myself?” A sad smile on his face.
Your heart wasn’t able to take it as you moved to hug him. The comforting smell of his cologne filling your nose, “Oh daddy, I’m not even sure if I really want to yet. I don’t know how to make French toast the way you do or how you make the laundry extra soft the way I like…”
He rested his head on yours before placing a kiss there, “Well that’s more excuses for you to visit when it is time for you to leave tweety.” His tone warm and encouraging despite his hesitance. He then paused, “Just…not now.” He turned back to his laptop, “Daddy might crash out like you say you do all the time.”
“Okay yeah. That’s reasonable.”
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Jobe felt like a proper child sitting on the hotel room couch with his arms crossed looking up at his brother and his brother’s girlfriend.
“No! Just leave me here!” He said for what felt like the millionth time this week. It’s only Thursday.
Jude groaned with a toss of his head, “Bro! C’mon! It’s Disney and mum wants us bonding before you head back to Germany.” Pulling out the big guns he fell to his knees making Ashlyn laugh and turn away while Jobe rolled his eyes, “Don’t you want to bond with your brother? Your blood?”
Jobe stared at him before quirking a brow and looking to Ashlyn how covered her mouth, “This is what does it for you?”
She threw her hands up, “I-…I have no excuse.”
Jude stayed kneeling. Now pouting and clasping his hands together. With a suck of his teeth Jobe mushed his older brother’s face away, “Fuckin’ fine! But the second I see gushy couple shit I’m walkin’ off. It gets tiring bein’ the third wheel you know.” He muttered whipping out his phone to scroll on instagram as he tried to ignore the look of victory of Jude’s face.
As he scrolled a certain post caught his eye. Honesty his thumb moved before he even really thought about it. What he didn’t expect was the response he received and so quickly.
He dove into those DMs like a professional scuba diver. Faster than a cheetah and stuck on his mission like white on rice.
Ashlyn happened to peek over his shoulder, “You’re talking to (Name) Jackson?!” Her eyes wide and voice loud enough to catch Jude’s attention as he happily kicked his feet while buying the tickets to Disney.
“Just started chattin’ to her. Why? You know her?”
Ashlyn groaned and covered her face. You could practically see the demons she was fighting. “Know her?! The whole world practically knows her! She’s Michael Jackson’s daughter!”
The two men had lightbulbs go off as their eyes widened. Jude letting out an “Ohhhhhh!” As Jobe sat up straighter.
“Michael Jackson! Like THE Michael Jackson?!”
“Yes! How didn’t you notice?!”
“I thought it was a coincidence! When she mentioned Neverland I thought she was jus’ bein’ a lil quirky teng!”
Description : Being one of the biggest rising stars of the 70s meant performing with some of the biggest names in music.
What you didn't expect was one very shy Jermaine Jackson to have the biggest crush on you and an entire group of brothers determined to make sure he actually did something about it.
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The backstage hallway was filled with people moving in every direction.
Stagehands carried cables across the floor, testing microphones loud enough for the entire building to hear. Producers shouting last-minute instructions
You adjusted your outfit before taking a breath. Performing with other artists wasn't anything new.
Meeting the Jackson 5, however, was very different especially because this was your first meeting.
You'd think performing together in less than two hours would mean y'all have met before, but scheduling conflicts had stopped that, resulting in the two of you rehearsing separately for weeks.
But today was absolutely necessary since the lines were changed, resulting in a duet with Jermaine, your long-time celeb crush.
A production assistant pushed open the rehearsal room door.
"They're already inside for final rehearsal."
You nodded, offering a quick smile before stepping inside.
Immediately, six pairs of eyes turned toward you.
Jackie was already walking over with the biggest smile.
"It's so nice to finally meet you."
"You too."
Before you knew it, everybody started introducing themselves at once.
"I'm Jackie."
"I'm Tito."
"Marlon."
"Michael."
Everybody talked over one another so much that you couldn't help but laugh.
You looked around the room before smiling.
"I've literally been listening to y'all nonstop."
The room went quiet for what felt like a lifetime.
"NO WAY."
"You know our songs?"
"Why are y'all acting surprised?"
Jackie laughed.
"Because we've been listening to YOU."
"You've gotta be kidding."
"Nope," Tito said.
"Our mama's probably tired of hearing your records in the house."
"And Michael keeps singing your songs," Marlon added.
"I do not."
"I've heard you."
Michael covered his face while everybody laughed.
"I honestly wasn't expecting y'all to like my music."
Jackie looked at you like you'd just said the craziest thing imaginable.
"Like it?"
"Girl..."
"We've been excited about this collaboration for weeks."
You felt yourself relax instantly.
The nerves you'd walked in with disappeared.
Everybody was so...normal.
Friendly.
Easy to talk to.
Your eyes moved toward the one person who hadn't said much.
Standing slightly behind everybody else was Jermaine.
He offered you a small, almost shy smile.
"Hi."
"Hi."
His voice was very quiet compared to everybody else's, even more than Jackie’s, which had surprised you since the interviews they did said the opposite.
"I'm Jermaine."
"It's really nice to meet you."
"You too."
Then Marlon suddenly clapped his hands together.
"ALRIGHT."
"Enough talking."
"If we don't start rehearsing, they're gonna come yell at us."
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As the group started making their way toward the rehearsal stage, you naturally fell into conversation with Jackie and Michael.
Behind you, Jermaine was still watching you walk away.
"Jermaine."
No response.
"Jermaine."
Still nothing.
"BRO."
CLANG.
He walked directly into a microphone stand.
The metal hit the floor loudly.
"Ow."
Marlon doubled over.
"I KNEW IT!"
Michael pointed at him, barely able to breathe through all the laughter.
"I TOLD Y'ALL SOMETHING WAS WRONG WITH HIM."
Jackie just shook his head.
"It's gonna be one of those days."
Jermaine rubbed the back of his neck, trying very hard to pretend nothing had happened.
"I meant to do that, making sure it worked."
"Sure you did," Tito laughed.
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The rehearsal stage looked completely different now.
The bright lights overhead had finally been switched on; microphones stood waiting at center stage.
One of the coordinators started talking.
"Alright, everybody! Let's run the duet section."
You looked toward Jermaine.
He moved toward you at the same time.
"After you," he said politely.
You smiled.
"Such a gentleman."
His face was very obviously flushed.
The two of you walked toward the center microphone while the rest of the brothers spread out around the stage.
"Let's start from the second verse," the producer called.
The music began.
You sang your first line before Jermaine joined in.
The harmony fit together perfectly.
You looked over at him while the music continued.
"You have a really beautiful voice."
Jermaine almost missed his next line.
"Th-thank you."
He cleared his throat.
"So do you."
You smiled.
"Well I would hope so."
That made him laugh.
The producer interrupted.
"Again from the top!"
The music restarted.
This time, the two of you stood a little closer to share the microphone.
Every now and then, you'd glance at each other to make sure you were coming in at the same time.
Each time
One of you smiled.
Then the other.
Neither of you could seem to stop.
Off to the side, Tito leaned toward Jackie.
"You seeing this?"
Jackie didn't look away from the stage.
"Mhm."
Michael folded his arms.
"Why he smiling so much?"
"He is."
Marlon came over.
"What?"
Michael nodded toward Jermaine.
"Our brother."
Marlon watched you guys for three seconds.
Jermaine looked at you.
You smiled.
He smiled right back.
Marlon burst out laughing. (As always)
"He's GONE."
"Completely."
Jackie shook his head.
"Y'all leave him alone."
"No."
The rehearsal continued.
You shared another smile.
Another moment where your shoulders brushed as you stepped closer to the microphone, and neither of you moved away.
The producer clapped.
"Perfect."
"We've got about thirty minutes till show time before the audience comes in."
Stagehands immediately started rushing again.
The lights dimmed.
Someone adjusted your microphone.
It was finally showtime.
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The spotlights came on.
The arena erupted instantly.
Screams echoed through every corner of the venue as thousands of people jumped to their feet, cheering before the music had even started.
You took one breath to steady yourself.
Jermaine looked over at you.
You smiled.
He returned it.
Then the band counted everyone in.
The opening notes filled the arena.
One by one, the Jackson 5 stepped into the spotlight, the audience screaming louder with every introduction.
When you finally walked onto the stage
The cheers somehow became even louder.
You couldn't help smiling.
The producers had decided to give you a few extra solo lines throughout the performance, allowing your voice to blend with the group's while still giving you moments to shine on your own.
The audience absolutely loved it.
As the song continued, you found yourself standing beside Jermaine again for the harmony sections.
Every now and then, your eyes met.
Then both of you quickly looked back toward the audience before either of you got distracted enough to miss your cue.
Off to the side, Michael noticed.
Of course he noticed.
He was trying very hard not to laugh while still remembering his choreography.
Jackie simply shook his head, already knowing exactly what Michael was thinking.
By the final chorus, the entire audience was singing along.
People waved signs in the air.
As the final note echoed through the speakers, the music came to an end.
Thousands of people jumped to their feet in a standing ovation.
The applause seemed endless.
The Jacksons waved to the crowd while you did the same, all of you smiling as the audience refused to stop cheering.
Jermaine leaned over just enough for only you to hear.
"They really love you."
You smiled, still looking out at the crowd.
"I think they love all of us."
One last wave to the audience.
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Then, together, all six of you disappeared behind the curtain and headed backstage as the applause continued to echo through the arena.
The moment the dressing room door closed behind the group, the teasing started.
Jermaine had barely taken two steps before turning toward the exit.
"I'm finna go home."
"No, you not."
"I'm tired."
Jackie folded his arms.
"No."
"I gotta…"
"No."
Jermaine sighed.
"Y'all are aggravating."
Marlon threw an arm around his shoulders.
"You know what's aggravating?"
"What?"
"You spending this entire rehearsal smiling like an idiot and then acting like you don't know why."
"I was not smiling."
Michael looked around the room.
"Did y'all hear something?"
Tito nodded.
"I think somebody lying."
"Loud too."
Jermaine rolled his eyes.
"I'm not finna embarrass myself."
Marlon didn't even hesitate.
"You already embarrassed yourself when you walked into that microphone stand."
"Can we please stop bringing that up?"
"No."
"I've never seen somebody get hooked that fast."
"I am NOT in love."
Jackie raised one eyebrow.
"We didn't say, love."
"Caught yourself."
Jermaine pointed at all of them.
"I genuinely dislike every single one of y'all."
"Love you too," Michael smiled.
Jackie nodded toward the hallway.
"Go."
Jermaine looked confused.
"Go where?"
Marlon stared at him.
"Her dressing room."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
Michael suddenly placed both hands on Jermaine's shoulders.
"Everybody ready?"
"Ready for what?"
Michael just smiled.
"Push."
"WAIT…"
Before he could protest, Jackie and Marlon were already laughing while Michael and Tito physically pushed him toward the hallway.
"Y'ALL ARE CHILDISH."
"We know."
"This is harassment."
"Probably."
"I'M SERIOUS."
"We know."
They stopped outside a dressing-room door.
Michael fixed Jermaine's jacket.
Jackie straightened his collar.
"There."
"You look presentable."
Michael knocked before Jermaine could stop him.
Then all three brothers immediately ran around the corner.
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The dressing-room door opened.
Most of your stage jewelry had already been taken off and rested neatly across the counter while you carefully removed the last of your earrings.
When you opened the door.
You smiled.
"Jermaine, hi."
"...Hi."
He had rehearsed this.
Every word.
Every possible response.
Now nothing.
His brain had completely stopped working.
You tilted your head, trying not to laugh.
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah."
Another pause.
"...I just..."
He rubbed the back of his neck.
"Wanted to say you did really well tonight."
You smiled, genuinely surprised.
"Thank you."
You waited.
He stood there.
Still waiting.
You folded your arms with a small smile.
"That's all?"
"...No."
"No?"
He looked down at the floor.
"Well."
"...Not really."
You laughed softly.
"I had a feeling."
"I was actually wondering..."
He stopped.
Started again.
"I mean"
"If"
"If maybe..."
You smiled.
"Jermaine."
"Yeah?"
"You can just ask."
"Right."
Another deep breath.
"I was wondering if maybe you'd wanna go out with me sometime."
You stared at him for a second.
Then smiled.
"Jermaine..."
"I've had a crush on you for months."
"...What?"
"I said I've had a crush on you for months."
His brain completely shut down.
"You"
"Me?"
You laughed.
"Yes."
"You like me?"
"I thought I was making it obvious."
"I thought you were just being nice."
"I was, and I like you."
"So..."
"Is that a yes to the date?"
"Yeah."
"I'd really like that."
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Two months later...
Turns out asking you out had been the hardest part.
After that, everything else came surprisingly easy.
The two of you spent nearly every free day together.
Some days were spent wandering through little record stores, flipping through stacks of vinyl while arguing over whose music taste was better.
"You are NOT buying another Temptations record."
"I need it."
"You already own three."
"I own four."
"Exactly."
Other days ended with ice cream.
Neither of you ever finished yours before it started melting because one of you was always too busy talking.
Or laughing.
Now and then, you'd catch him staring at you when he thought you weren't looking.
The second you looked back, he'd suddenly become very interested in literally anything else.
You smiled every single time.
That evening, the two of you sat together on a hill overlooking the city.
Just enjoying the silence together.
Eventually, you looked over at him.
"You still nervous around me?"
Jermaine smiled before looking down at your joined hands.
"A little."
"I kinda figured."
"I don't think that's ever gonna go away."
"Why not?"
"Because"
He looked at you.
"I will always think you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen."
You felt your face warm.
"That's smooth."
"I've been practicing."
"It worked."
Before he could say anything else, you leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss against his cheek.
His smile grew even bigger.
You rested your head against his shoulder as the two of you watched the last bit of sunlight disappear.
Neither of you said anything else that evening.
You didn't have to.
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It’s Bookie again! I just wanted to give a little run down of how things are done around here and things I will and will not tolerate.
DO:
Like, comment, and reblog my post! I like knowing people enjoy things and seeing people’s thoughts on them!
Stop in and leave me little ideas from time to time! While I can’t promise requests at the moment because my brain bounces from one thing to another too much and I feel like I’d genuinely forget a full fledged request if you wanna slip me a lil summ summ I won’t turn down an idea to pop into one of my projects!
Ask if you’d like to use my ideas! Sometimes late at night I have random thoughts and I’ll post them without actually writing the idea out at the moment. If you wanna use it go ahead! Just let me know cuz I’d love to see the finished work!
DON’T:
Come in my ask/messages talking crazy. I feel like I don’t even have to explain what that means fr BUT just in case I will. Don’t come to me with any form of bigotry (racism, homophobia, transphobia, xenophobia, etc), don’t come to me complaining about black writers…I’m a black writer, and don’t try to send hate on anon cuz if you’re gonna be mean don’t hide and do it on main!
Get upset if you see me taking long breaks or if you feel like I’m taking too long to post. I have two (going on three tbh) jobs. I’ll write when I can!
Be afraid to speak and say hello! I know that first part came off as a lot lmao but I promise I’m nice and I have no problem speaking!
Be shocked if you see me speaking on discourse. I’m an opinionated girly!
So sorry to all the bad bitches that I forgot. If y'all know anybody that I forgot, tell me in the comments so I can either add them if I know them, or if you wanna reblog this and tag somebody that you know that I did not add.
But do you guys see how long this list is? Do you see how many Black mutuals I have? This is an accomplishment for me. Hell yes. This is what we like to see.
