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Hey girl are u black?

loll yes i am! (does it not seem like it or is this coming from like the ebony situation😭?)

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Love Island Summer 9 - Jermajesty Jackson

part one

Summary: You aim to tease Jermajesty and get his heart racing in tonight’s challenge.

wc: 2.6k

With the challenge being over, Summer storms off with nobody following. She got only a taste of what she deserved.

Some islanders dispatch to go wash the whip cream from their bodies. Others go off to have chats somewhere in the villa.

You stay still for a moment, basking in the satisfaction of pieing Summer. You feel a buzz run from the tips of your fingers down to your toes.

A shadow casts itself over you and you don’t have to turn around to know who it is. So you don’t. Not at first. Not until he speaks, saying your name like it holds so much weight.

“I want to talk to you.” You look away from him, your throat starting to close up. There’s so much to say to him, but you don’t even know where to start. You’re angry about what he did. But even angrier that he believed the lies told against you so easily.

He continues. “But I know you’re still frustrated, so I’ll try again later.” That gets you to look back. His face shows nothing but genuinity. “I’ll keep trying until you tell me to back off.”

Any bits of an annoyed expression of your face are completely wiped off. You’re stunned, mouth dropping open just slightly. You didn’t expect such a mature response from him. Or maybe you did, deep down.

Despite your annoyance to it, you know Jermajesty. With time in the villa with only the ability to have conversations, you reach depths into a person’s essence, understanding who they are as a person.

It’s why it hurts so much that he believed Summer, because he knows you. Or at least you thought he did.

You’re still too hardheaded to speak to him, so you just give a tilt of your head, your mouth set in a line. He gives a small smile, taking it as a win.

You think about talking to him tonight. While you’re one to fully close yourself off in your anger, you know nothing meaningful will come out of it if this goes on much longer.

You and the girls head to the makeup room to put on your outfits for the night. Yet upon entering, you guys find a rack with costumes hanging up.

There are confused murmurs among the group.

A ping rings off from your hip. You pull your phone out. “Girls, choose a costume and quickly dust off your dance moves to get hearts racing for tonight’s Heart Rate challenge.” Your voice gets louder the more you read out of excitement. “#ShowYourStuff #TheHeartWantsWhatItWants.”

The girls all shout, excitedly choosing which outfits you all want to wear.

A thrill runs through your body with an idea. Before talking to Jermajesty, you’ll make him suffer just a little bit more.

You look good. Really, really good. The skin tight, small bodysuit hugs your curves in the best ways possible.

The added ears and tail completed your look. The perfect black cat.

When your eyes fell upon the dark outfit, you chose it immediately. You didn’t want colorful. You wanted dark, sexy.

One by one the girls leave the makeup room to perform until you’re left all alone.

You were the last of the girls to go. Each moment passing, you became more and more eager to see Jermajesty’s reaction to your costume, knowing he can’t have you.

Walking out, there was a mix of the girls shouting and the beginning of a hype song on the speakers. You couldn’t hear any of it. There was a buzzing in your ears as you held eye contact with Jermajesty, sitting in the middle, shifting in his seat.

Each step you gained more and more confidence as his stare never wavered.

Stopping just before the fire pit, you spoke. “Hi boys. Any of you think you can handle this pussy cat?” You gave a light shake of your butt, giving them a preview of what was to come.

Loud whoops from the boys all around. All except one. You made brief eye contact with him before making your way to Noah on the far left.

“Well this night just got even better.” Noah’s cheeky remark sent a laugh throughout the fire pit, others agreeing with him.

You face your back towards Noah, perching on his lap. Reaching down for his hands, you bring them right over your boobs, making them give you a light squeeze.

The boys get louder.

Bringing one of his hands up and placing a finger in your mouth, you suck hard.

And for the entire time, you kept eye contact with Jermajesty.

You could see the tension in his jaw as he watched. It spurred you on even more.

Going to Hiro, two seats over from Jermajesty, you stood up on the bench, feet either side of Hiro and twerked. Right in his face.

You made sure to keep eye contact with Jermajesty, not letting up. Each guy you went to, skipping over him, you made sure to keep your gaze locked on his.

Tempting him. Letting him know that you were still pissed without words. You wanted him frustrated.

Whether it was doing a twerk in a split over someone’s lap, biting someone’s ear, or even rubbing your hands all over a guy’s body, you made sure to pin Jermajesty with your stare.

You could see him getting more and more restless the longer you went on. You couldn’t stop the smirk on your face.

You were starting a game and he was eager to play it.

After you were finished with the last guy, you turned to leave. You wanted to push him to the edge, leaving him hot and bothered and not giving him anything to work with.

But peeking over your shoulder and seeing how angry he is, you want to play with your food just a little bit more. You are a cat after all.

Turning back around, you make your way towards him.

He sits up alert in his seat at the sight of you coming back, leaning forward just a bit.

You push on his chest, making sure his back is pressed directly to the bench.

“You don’t even deserve this.” The annoyance is heavy on your tongue, but he isn’t one to care. Hearing your voice being directed at him after so long without it, he’ll take whatever you give with the utmost appreciation.

You move to mount him, a knee on either side of his lap.

“I seen you’re a fan of this position, yeah?” The sarcasm drips heavily from your words, recalling back to that video you were sent. Remembering how Summer seemed so comfortable on his lap.

He goes to respond, wanting to tell you that the only girl he wants to ever touch him again is you. He’s cut off by your movements, letting out a choked sound instead.

You grind down once.

He moves his hands up to take hold of your hips on instinct, itching to just touch you. But you’re having none of that.

Gripping the slightly outgrown hair on the back of his head, you pull hard, forcing his head to crane backward.

“No Hands. You touch me, I stop.” You speak directly over him, mouth hovering just inches above his. You can feel the pants his mouth lets out, not even trying to hide it. His chest is rising and falling so fast.

His hands slap down to the cushions on the bench with quick speed, gripping the cushions beneath. You give him a hum of approval, tilting your head to the side while staring at his mouth.

You go back to grinding once more, holding the back of his neck with one hand, the other making a show of trailing down your own body from your throat down to your stomach, throwing your head back and letting the moment overtake you, feeling the music.

“F-fuck.”

His voice is deep. He sounds almost as if he’s in physical pain. Your eyes snap back to him at the slip up, his hands twitching at his sides. A knowing smirk overtakes your lips.

You drag your nails down his chest, pausing just above the waistband of his shorts, dipping a finger in slightly to give a scratch before going back up. One hand grips his throat, feeling his quickened pulse, while the other clutches his shoulder, nails digging in.

Leaning into his neck, you bite down hard, just below the jaw and giving a suck. You want to leave a mark, not bothering to be sensual, wanting to instead stake a claim. You feel the shudder that rakes through his body and he leans his head back further to give you better access.

Bringing the grip on his neck up to take hold of his jaw, you raise your head up, but not before giving one lick to the mark you just made.

That’s all he gets and you push his head away with the hold you still had on his jaw. You stand up and leave. Not looking back once.

The guys are all silent.

The girls are louder than ever.

The adrenaline going through your body was unlike anything you’ve ever felt. You can’t hide the smile on your face.

You start to get nervous when it's your turn to sit by the fire pit, your seat in the middle.

The first boy to come out is Sakari who does a funny nerd bit. Next is Trey who wears football padding.

Jermajesty is third.

Your heart is already racing when you see him walking down the stairs.

He’s wearing a camo hat, tiny shorts, and sunglasses shielding his eyes.

You’re annoyed at how good he looks.

He makes his way directly towards you, not even bothering to say a cheeky one liner.

He doesn’t spare a glance at any of the girls he’s walking past. His gaze never strays from your own, walking right up to you.

“I can touch now, yeah?” There’s a slight sarcastic edge in his tone.

You look away with a huff, refusing to give him any sort of response. He’ll have to try harder than that.

The motion of him lowering to his knees is what draws your eyes back. He takes the shades off, looking up at you.

You tried to ignore the increased beating of your heart. Wishing it would go away. You have to stay focused.

Slowly, like he was waiting for you to pull away, he wraps his hand around your right ankle, hefting your leg over his shoulder. Still not allowing his eyes to look anywhere at you, he undoes the strap of your heel before taking it off.

His lips press kisses onto your ankle, sliding down to your toes before he takes some in his mouth.

Your toes. In his mouth.

The breath you take is shaky, and there is nothing else you can do but to watch.

He sucks like he is trying to bestow his worship unto you.

Your chest is rising rapidly now, each inhale quicker than the last.

He peppers kisses onto your skin— up your ankle, your calf, all the way up to your knee before stopping.

His body raises up from the ground, leaning over you and pressing a knee in between your spread thighs, grabbing your hands and bringing them over your head in one of his fists as he looms over you, forcing you to arch your back.

You’re practically in the plants behind you, but he doesn’t care.

The hand not gripping yours lightly traces the side of your face. You can’t help but let out a whimper at that.

His touch is so delicate it makes you want to throw this whole situation away, never to be spoken of again. To reach up and kiss him, tell him everything is okay, no conversation needed.

You’re more stubborn than that.

You force yourself to take a shaky deep breath to calm yourself down, but all that does is give you a whiff of his cologne. And damn does he smell good.

The hand on your face slowly moves down, grazing the side of your neck, tickling the side of your torso all the way to your thigh.

There’s a moment where he pauses before you feel his strong grip on your thigh, using it to spin your position to have your back on the seat cushion now. He’s got your arms still above your head and your thighs on either side of his hips, looming over you.

You don’t know how much more eye contact you can take from him before you snap and do something stupid.

He starts to lower his head, still keeping his gaze on your face until his own is between your thighs.

You have to look up to the sky at that, sending a prayer that you can remain strong. You want him to stay there forever just as much as you want him as far away from you as possible.

When you look back to him, he’s looking down, at your core. You can feel the shaky breath that he exhales through the fabric of your body suit. Your hips twitch at that and you mentally chastise yourself.

He turns his head into your thigh, giving you a kiss there before a quick bite, returning the favor from earlier.

You force your hips to remain still this time, and it takes everything in your power to do so.

Making his way back up your body, he whispers in your ear only to you, “I miss you so much, baby.” Moving his face so it’s right over yours, feeling his chain brush your chin, he says one last thing, staring at your lips. “Come back to me.”

He pulls away after that, but not before bringing his thumb up to your bottom lip, a light brush. You’re frozen, replaying those words in your head.

Repositioning you back upright, he takes a step back, taking you in. You’re trying to control your heavy breathing and flushed face, but you’re failing miserably.

He looks around at the other girls who were watching the whole scene with bated breaths. You had forgotten they were there.

“That’s all I came for.”

He turns and walks away, not giving any other girl a show.

You don’t know what to think.

In fact, you think your brain turned into goo the moment you saw him in that outfit.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve seen.” Mira dramatically fans herself, the other girls nodding their heads in accordance.

“You’re not helping.” You bring your hand up to your heart, feeling the erratic breathing.

Fuck. You already know he’s raced your heart the most. It doesn’t matter who else comes out. Your heart beats the fastest for him.

He makes his way to the top deck, waiting for the next boy to come out. You look up at him leaning over the rail, but he’s already looking at you.

You’re 100% sure he can see just how hot and bothered you are from his vantage point. You’re trying to control your breathing knowing it's a lost cause.

You look away, shaking your head. Dammit. He was good. Really good.

You needed to get yourself under control.

You are barely able to give attention to any boy that comes out after, mind still stuck on Jermajesty. Every time you glance towards the top deck, his eyes are already starting back.

And when it’s time for the islanders to listen to who raced their hearts, you’re not surprised when it’s announced you and Jermajesty raced each others’.

You have nowhere to hide once the challenge is fully over, though you’re not sure you even want to. So when Jermajesty approaches you again to pull you for a chat, there is only one thing you can say.

“Okay.”

a/n: i just wanted to thank you guys for all the support i’ve received over the past couple of days. i’ve always been the reader, never the writer and it makes me so happy that you guys enjoy the stories that i share. so thank you again :)

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Love Island Summer 8 - Jermajesty Jackson

part one

Summary: It’s finally movie night.

wc: 3.4k

There’s a tense overlay in the air. You’re first to stand, making your way over to the kitchen. You need some snack reinforcements after that recoupling.

Mira, Sakari, and Noah follow you.

Jermajesty watches you walk away. You can feel his stare.

His thoughts are trailing back to what you said. You mentioned a video of him being your turning point. What video? He wanted to speak to you, ask you about what Summer said, but he knew it was a losing battle tonight. He would try tomorrow.

Summer was still attached to his side. He’s already regretting bringing her back, cursing himself for letting Brooks get in his head.

From the kitchen, you try your hardest not to look over at him. You fail. Summer is wrapped around one of his arms going on and on about something. He’s barely giving any response, not even looking at her.

You’d rather eat glass than stay in the bedroom and have to watch Jermajesty and Summer sleep in a bed together, but you don’t want him to see how affected you are by him.

You pull the covers back, sitting on your side of your own bed. You reach over to your nightstand, pulling the drawer out and looking at the photo inside. The photo Jermajesty left you before Casa.

Part of you aches to just run to him, beg him to leave that girl and come back to you.

“Um..here you go.” Hearing that voice from in front of you makes you snap your head up, shutting the drawer with even quicker speed. Your heart is pounding, hoping he didn’t get a glimpse of what you were looking at.

Jermajesty stands there, holding out Mr. Buttons to you with both of his hands. You clear your throat, taking the bear from him. Your fingers brush his.

You hate yourself for the way you relish in that brief contact. You don’t say anything. He studies your face, mouth opening to say something more.

“You coming to bed?” Summer.

The moment is broken, your eyes leave his and you place Mr. Buttons beside you. Jermajesty takes a deep, annoyed breath, walking away.

You get under the covers, turning to the side so your back is facing where they are in the room. Sleep is slow to come to you that night.

Waking up, you immediately put on your sunglasses, shielding your eyes from the world. You have to walk past Jermajesty and Summer to get to the makeup room and you put all your effort into stonewalling. You’re not sure how well of a performance you put on.

While you and the girls are getting ready, Jermajesty is making breakfast, unsure if you would accept anything from him. He peeks at what Noah is cooking for you, immediately noticing that the pancakes he’s making aren’t exactly what you like.

He starts making pancake batter, hoping you appreciate the gesture.

Noah brings you the breakfast, and you thank him. Jermajesty comes up a bit later. He’s carrying two plates. One he places in front of Summer, fruits and avocado toast. She eagerly thanks him, but he never glances her way.

He stares at you the whole time. You can feel it. You will yourself not to look back.

He walks around the table, making his way towards you. You hold your breath, trying to look unbothered.

He sets a plate down to your side, and you could cry from joy at the sight of the pancakes you’ve missed so much. You pause your movements before reaching for your concealer, forgetting that you’ve already applied it to your face.

You put it down, reaching for the mascara, hand slightly shaking as you apply it under his stare. You’re flustered and he won’t leave.

“These are for you.” He draws your attention back to the food. You hum, continuing your task at hand. Summer watches from her seat, no emotion showing on her face.

He breathes out heavily once, walking away. You can still smell his cologne long after he’s gone.

“Bitch I almost passed out from holding my breath that whole time he was standing there.” Mira leaned in to you, whispering so only you and a few others could hear.

You exhale a breath of a laugh, “Who you telling?”

She points to the plate. “You gonna eat those?” Even she knows how much you’ve missed his cooking.

You shake your head. “No.” And it’s final. You eat the breakfast Noah gave you, finishing up your routine as everyone else makes their way down the stairs. You’re all alone.

You look around the room, double checking that nobody is there. One bite wouldn’t hurt right? You’re still stubborn though, not wanting him to know you actually ate them.

You lift up the top pancake, carving out the center of the bottom one, dousing it in syrup and taking a bit. You practically moan. Fuck, you missed these. Missed him.

You allow yourself two more bites before putting the first pancake back over, hiding the evidence of your weak moment.

Walking down the stairs, you stack the plates, grab his Hoodie and ring—you had already took it off the chain—and made your way down.

Jermajesty was sitting at the kitchen chairs, eating fruit by himself. He sat up straighter at the sight of you.

You placed the plates down on the counter, making sure they were in his eye line, before placing his hoodie and ring beside him, walking off to another section of the kitchen.

You pull out the blender, getting started on making a smoothie. Jermajesty eyes the plate, sighing before getting up to dump the food.

He walks to the trash can, plate in hand, and slides the first pancake in the trash, pausing. The bottom one looks like someone went to town on it, the center fully carved out.

He looks to you, but you’re too occupied with dumping ingredients into the blender to notice. He turns back to the plate in his hand, dangling over the trash with a smile. You still ate them. He counts that as a win.

You finish what you’re doing, smoothie in hand. You hadn’t made one in days, but Jermajesty didn’t need to know that.

You make your way over to Noah, catching the eye of Jermajesty as you walk past him. Noah is sitting on a bean bag, looking at you questioningly.

“Your strawberry banana smoothie, kind sir.” You hold it out to him.

“I’m allergic to bananas.”

Your retort is quick, a harsh whisper. “Just take it and act like you enjoy it.” You plaster on a fake smile, trying to put on a show.

Noah takes it, slightly scared look on his face. “O-okay.” You groan quietly before walking away.

Everyone is antsy for movie night. It shows in the way the girls are more quiet than usual when getting ready. How you can’t hear the guys rough housing in the bedroom like usual.

Nobody knows what will play on that screen. You’re nervous it will reveal more between Jermajesty and Summer. You don’t know what you’ll do if you have to watch them get physical.

Walking down the stairs is harder than before. You descend on shaky legs, trying not to look Jermajesty’s way. Only when you think he’s not looking so you give a glance.

His hands are in his pockets, Summer trying to pull him towards the glasses of champagne. His gaze shifts to yours and you quickly look away, caught. It’s only when you walk past him, clutching Noah’s arm for support, that he starts towards the movie night set up.

He’s not far behind you and you can feel his eyes on the back of your head. Sitting down on the sofa that production brought out is when you let out the breath you were holding.

Once everyone is situated, the clips begin, playing one by one.

The first is titled “The Martyr.” It shows Saint talking to Brooks in the villa, talking about how he doesn’t feel a physical connection with Leilani. The next cuts to Casa Amor, how Saint immediately talks about the new girls based on attraction.

It hurts Leilani to see and she hashes it out with Saint, calling him out for leading her on.

The next video: “Wingman.” Brooks pops up on the screen, showing him talking to Jermajesty around the Casa fire pit.

‘I miss Y/N.” Hearing Jermajesty say that cuts deep in your heart. How did he go from this to letting some random girl mount him?

‘Stop moping around and have some fun.’ The girls all share their displeasure, mumbling amongst themselves. Brooks continues to tell the guys to go for the casa girls. Multiple clips of him voicing his stupid opinions that nobody asks for.

‘Jer, you should bring Summer back. After what you heard, c’mon man.’

Your breath hitches, what does that mean? The girls all share their confusion before telling Brooks off.

Mira pipes up. “You gave all the guys terrible advice so you wouldn’t feel bad about being the only hoe bag.”

Brooks looks pissed. “I was just trying to help my boys out.”

Watching the film back, Jermajesty thinks of himself as the biggest idiot. What did Brooks know about a good connection? He threw something good he had with Evie out the window and convinced the others to follow suit.

Jermajesty leans back against the couch from his propped up position, shaking his head in personal annoyance.

The next title rolls across the screen. “When the lights go off.” It shows Celina kissing a guy in bed while in Casa. Trey looks taken aback and Celina looks guilty.

She tries to explain herself, but Trey cuts her off, not wanting to listen to what she has to say.

Movie night moves on. “Found Footage.” You appear on the screen, sitting at the kitchen eating a grilled cheese, wearing Jermajesty’s hoodie. You don’t want to see this. Don’t want to experience the pain all over again.

You bring a pillow up to your chest, clutching it hard. In the video, you get the text and the girls gather around, watching.

The screen splits in two, showing the video on your phone screen on one side, and your reactions on the other.

You’ve seen the Casa video countless times, replaying it over and over again, dissecting it. It’s different watching it now alongside all the guys.

You watch as your face falls on the projected video and it shows you walking up to the makeup room, Mira in tow. Your emotions are on display for everyone to see. How you started going off at him to you sobbing on the floor.

You feel exposed, not wanting anyone to see this raw side of you. You wanted to appear strong, unaffected. Your facade has been broken.

Your throat feels tight and you chance a look at Jermajesty. He’s staring hard at the video, looking visibly hurt at what he’s watching. His mouth is slightly open, as if he wasn’t expecting this kind of reaction ever coming from you.

He looks over and you don’t look away. His eyes look glassy, but you can’t tell if your eyes are playing tricks on you. You swallow, looking down at your hands that are playing with the pillow you’re holding onto.

You don’t say anything when the video ends. Nobody does, it’s a tough watch. The next video loads.

“With the power of friendship.”

You appear on the screen again alongside Noah. Fuck.

‘Why don’t you choose me as a friendship couple.’ Welp, there goes your well crafted plan at making Jermajesty jealous. The video shows how you agree, both under the presumption that this is for a benefit of both parties platonically.

Jermajesty has a tilt to his lips when you glance over and it annoys you. He shouldn't get to know that. Especially not when he’s with her.

The last video plays. “Jer-lying.” You let out a scoff, leaning back. What lies will this man be saying?

’I got a really good connection back at the villa and I doubt my head will be turned in here.’ Hearing him say the words you’ve wanted to hear hurt. Where did it all go wrong?

‘I’ve seen your connection and I know what y’all got…It’s a shame it’s not real though.’

Huh?

“Yo what the fuck?” You don’t even know it’s you that’s speaking. Your heart starts to pound, knowing something is up. You lean forward, making sure you hear the video correctly.

‘I’ve seen the show. And I’ve seen her conversations and confessionals.’

‘What the fuck are you talking about?’ There’s already blood rushing to your ears. You can feel the rage building up.

‘You know she’s only with you cause you’re a Jackson right?’ You look to Summer, but she looks so smug.

You turn your head back, watching as she keeps talking, swinging her legs over his and kissing him. You watch as he hesitates before leaning in.

“Somebody come boot this bitch cause what the fuck?” Mira joins in.

“Why the fuck are you lying on my name?” You look Summer dead in the eye.

She just gives a shrug, “So?”

You make a lunge at her before Celina intercepts you, telling you to calm down. You don’t wanna do something stupid and get kicked off the show. Doing something stupid sounds pretty great right now actually.

You stand, stomping your way over to the boys, standing in front of Jermajesty.

“You believed that hoe?” Your throat starts to close. He just believed her, just like that.

He’s honest in his response. “I didn’t know what to believe.”

You shake your head, turning away. “Yo, I’m done.” You storm off, taking deep breaths as you try to calm yourself down. Nothing works.

He’s a fucking idiot.

Mira, like always, finds you pacing back and forth on the dock. She manages to calm you enough to get ready for the night. You’ll have your get back.

You get ready before any of the other girls, wanting to try and sleep as soon as possible.

You catch Jermajesty bringing pillows and covers to soul ties. You don’t wait for him to notice you, hurrying quickly into the bedroom.

You’re so exhausted mentally. This experience has been all over the place and you wonder if it’s worth it or not.

You wake up the next morning, pulling the pillow over your head and wishing the day wouldn’t begin. But it does anyway and Mira forces you out of bed. The girls practically forced Summer out of the makeup room before you got there and you’re glad. You’re not ready to see her just yet.

Jermajesty leans against the kitchen counter as he makes pancakes for you again, lost in thought. Seeing you on that screen and knowing he allowed someone else to get between you two—he berates himself.

He enlists the help of Sakari, who is pissed at him, but still creates operation “Get mom and dad back together.” His words.

When Noah finishes your breakfast, Sakari pulls him into conversation, making sure Noah’s body is turned away from the plate. While he isn’t looking, Jermajesty swaps out Noah’s pancakes for his, throwing the other ones out.

He gives Sakari a nod, letting him know the plan was a success.

When you get the breakfast plate, you’re surprised upon what you see. The edges look perfectly crispy. Noah’s getting better.

You lift up the top pancake, ready to pour syrup onto the bottom one, yet pause upon what you see. There, in chocolate chips, is a J shaped out. You smile before you can stop yourself. Jermajesty. No wonder the pancakes looked so cool.

You debate eating them, letting him have this win. Fuck it. You deserve to have deliciously amazing pancakes after the shit show of last night.

You walk down the stairs, plate empty. Jermajesty eyes it, he had been waiting for your arrival. He tries to look down into the bowl of cereal he had been eating, hiding his big grin taking over his face.

He’s not slick though. You can see him all giddy to himself. You walk out of the kitchen, not even bothering to put on a show and making a smoothie for Noah. The secret of the friendship couple is out in the open.

Jermajesty finishes his breakfast, making his way towards you to pull you for a chat, but is interrupted by a text from Trey’s phone. He announces that the everyone is going to play ‘Kiss, Marry, Pie’

It starts with each girl lining up, the guys taking turns on which girl they will give a kiss, want to marry, and pie in the face.

Each guy goes one by one. You get a marriage proposal from Noah and a kiss on the cheek from Sakari. You smile bright each time Summer gets pied: getting hit from Sakari and Noah.

When it’s Jermajesty’s turn, he walks to you, picking up your hand and giving it a kiss.

“Since I know you wouldn’t want a kiss from me right now, but I only ever wanna put my lips on you, so I’ll just kiss your hand.”

You put your tongue in your cheek, trying to not give him any reaction that you liked what you heard. He’d have much more work to do than kissing your hand.

He’s supposed to pick another girl to marry since he already chose you, but he doesn’t follow the rules. He grabs one of the fake plastic rings, kneeling in front of you, and sliding the ring on your finger.

“I wanna work back for what we had. I made a stupid decision and let people get in my head, but I’ll try my hardest to make you forgive me.” He rubs at your hand.

You clear your throat at that, pulling your hand back and breaking the eye contact. It was too intense for you.

He pied Summer, and you bask in her annoyance. Serves her right.

When it’s the girls turn to choose the boys, Summer stands as close as she can to where Jermajesty is standing at the end of the line. Getting pied in the face apparently wasn’t enough for her to back off.

Seriously, what is wrong with this girl?

You’re the last of the girls to go. You choose to return the kiss Sakari gave you on the cheek. Telling him that he’s been a great friend for you in the villa and always knows how to keep you laughing.

You choose Noah for marriage, giving him a ring and letting him know you appreciate him being supportive of you throughout Casa.

Jermajesty looked down at his feet the whole time. Of course he knew he wouldn’t get chosen for the first two. Didn’t deserve it. Still didn’t feel right having to watch you choose other guys.

When it comes time to pie someone in the face, Jermajesty braces himself, already predicting that he’s getting the pie. It wouldn’t be the first one sent his way. Mira gave him a pretty hard smack earlier.

You go to pick up the pie, adding extra whip cream to the top, making sure it’ll cause a big mess. You walk to the end of the line where Jermajesty stands.

He’s looking at you, ready to take whatever you give. You swing your hand back, cocking it far. He closes his eyes, expecting an impact that doesn’t come. When he hears smack he opens his eyes.

Turns out Summer standing so close to Jermajesty made your target easier. You don’t care that you’re only supposed to be choosing from the guys. Summer’s face just looks so hittable.

Nobody is expecting it. That makes it all the better. It makes Summer unable to calculate that it was coming, and the pie hits her face head on.

And you hit hard. You wanted to make sure it hurt despite the softer cushioning of the whip cream. It flies everywhere, lots getting on the hand you pie her with.

You flick it off at her.

She shrieks as the pie slowly slides down her face, starting to cry. You’ve never felt more satisfied.

That’s what that bitch gets.

You step back, licking the remnants of whip cream from your fingers, staring at Jermajesty as you do so.

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Love Island Summer 7 - Jermajesty Jackson

part one

Summary: The events following the video sent from Casa.

wc: 2.2k

Everyone around you is quiet. You’re glad you’re sitting down, not sure your legs would be able to hold you up right now.

You feel your heart stop, one hand going up to touch your necklace. His ring.

The video cuts off, your reflection staring back at you. You feel tears start to sting in your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall. Your ball your hands into fists to hide the fact that they’re shaking.

Nobody knows what to do, awaiting a reaction. Yet you don’t give one. At least not overly noticeable. You’re not one to shout when angry, no. You’re quiet and that’s what makes it more scary.

“Y/N.” Mira is the first to speak, hand touching your shoulder hesitantly. You take a deep breath and stand, walking to the makeup room almost robotically.

Mira follows, telling the other girls to give you some time, not to swarm.

She finds you staring at yourself in the mirror.

“I can’t believe he would do that. It doesn’t even sound like something he’d do.”

The only response she gets back is a hum.

You’re pissed. “He’s a piece of shit.” You turn from the mirror, pacing back and forth, going back in your memory for any signs that he might have shown. You come up empty. That annoys you more.

“Like what the fuck? Am I an idiot?”

Mira is quick to respond, “No, girl. Not at all. I think we’re all confused.”

You let out a chuckle, and you try so, so hard not to let yourself spiral. It doesn’t work.

“And if this man thinks he’s just gonna come back to this villa and play in my face? Yeah it’s wraps, the man is finished. He’s jer-fucked.” You laugh at your joke lightly at first.

Until it becomes full belly laughter. Mira looks almost scared, not knowing what to do, what to say.

You feel tears welling up in your eyes long before your laughs turn into sobs. You can’t keep it in anymore, trying to shield your crying figure.

Mira’s by your side in an instant, hugging you tight, keeping you grounded. And when your legs can’t hold you up any longer, you sink to the ground, letting it all out.

You’re not mad he was exploring, but he promised to not hurt you. Not even 48 hours ago.

Your head is pounding by the time your sobs soften, catching your breath.

You slowly reach up to take the necklace off, wanting to throw it off the island far into the ocean. But you don’t. You know it wouldn’t do anything to make you feel any better. Only a temporary cure, a bandaid over a gaping wound. Instead, you stare at it in your hands, gently placing it on your table space.

You sleep in soul ties again that night with Maddie Rae, although this time for a completely different reason. She helps keep your mind off of the topic at hand, telling stories of her life back home.

It helps, even if just for a little bit.

Morning comes slowly, you weren’t able to get much sleep. Mira comes to get you, forcing you to go take a shower and get ready for the day.

The urge to put on his sweatshirt is high. You stare at it, resting on the back of your makeup chair. You don’t allow yourself to reach for it.

Noah brings you breakfast again, pancakes still not quite right. You thank him though anyways. He helps you take your mind off of things too, begging you to be his ping pong partner (even if it annoys you) and just being there to listen.

You’re grateful for him. He doesn’t make any advancements given your situation, but he knows just what to do to cheer you up. He reminds you of a younger brother, annoying you immensely, but still being there for you when it counts.

You don’t know what to do after Casa, you don’t have any other connections, but you’re not willing to take that chance on Jermajesty either. You tell Mira just as such, telling her you’re debating on just going home.

She refuses, saying you have to see how this plays out. You begrudgingly agree.

The night carries out the same, and you go to bed still hurt, but you’re able to get more sleep.

The next day it’s announced that the recoupling would be held that night. To say you’re nervous would be a massive understatement. You’re not even sure what you’ll do.

You’re approached by Noah, asking to pull you for a chat.

“Okay, this might sound crazy to you, but hear me out.” He sits down in front of you. ”Why don’t you choose me as a friendship couple. You get to pie Jermajesty in the face, especially if he brings that girl back, and I get more vacation time.”

You pause, thinking it over. “Would you be okay with that? Honestly I’m not sure if I would even be able to pursue anything with you even in the future with where my head is at.”

Noah leans in closer, “Okay if I’m being honest, I’m mainly here to have a cool fucking summer, so you’d be doing be a great service bringing me back. Plus I play a great actor and can help make that guy jealous.” He leans back on his hands, looking smug.

You laugh. “I just want to make sure. I don’t wanna come off as an asshole if I choose you strictly for friends.”

“Trust, I get it. You’re cool.”

;You agree. You need the extra protection after that video you saw. And if Jermajesty does come back single, he’d know you’re not one to play with.

When the recoupling is announced in Casa, Jermajesty is tense. All that the last couple days has served him is inner turmoil.

He didn’t kiss Summer again, couldn’t bring himself to, but it doesn’t mean she went away. She was always there, trying to evoke deeper conversations and always leaning into him.

Brooks noticed too. “Jer, you should bring Summer back. After what you heard, c’mon man.” Jermajesty assumed Summer was the one who told him. He didn’t tell any of the guys the information that Summer gave to him, scared that speaking about it would make it real.

Jermajesty looks down at his feet. “I don’t know. The whole situation just doesn’t even feel right.”

Brooks sighs, placing his hands on Jermajesty’s shoulders. “Look, Summer really likes you and you don’t even know what Y/N has been doing in Casa. .”

Jermajesty doesn’t get it. Why would that be your motive? Why go through this whole process with him and say all these things just for it to be a lie?

It wouldn’t be the first time a girl only wanted him for his last name status. It’s his number one deal breaker. Usually, he would just tell the girl off and block her, but you? He’s never felt this way for someone before.

It’s why he feared so much that what Summer said was true. He liked you. A lot. And if there were any truth at all to what she said, he doesn’t know if he would be able to come back from that.

His head was spinning. Maybe Brooks was right.

Jermajesty made his decision.

You chose a deep red dress for the recoupling. Jermajesy’s favorite color. You wanted to show him what he willingly gave up. The plunging neckline revealed your skin in a sinful way.

You looked like a walking temptation.

Ariana made her entrance, all the girls sitting around the fire pit, Casa boys standing off to the side.

One by one choices were made. Maddie Rae chose to stay in her couple, Hiro did the same. Their reunion made you smile, wishing you’d have something like that.

Celina and Trey faced the same fate, both coming back for each other. When Mira stood, you could tell she was nervous. You took her hand, squeezing lightly, giving her support.

She had nothing to worry about, Sakari came back alone, bright smile on his face. You cheered for them, happy they came back for the other.

Jess chooses a Casa boy, seeing as she was single.

Evie chooses to stay with Brooks. He doesn’t come back alone. He walks hand in hand with a tanned brunette. It’s hard to watch. Even despite getting the video, she chose Brooks anyways, and it didn’t pay off.

Leilani has the same fate. Saint comes back with another girl, and Leilani is forced to stand alone. He looks a bit more remorseful than Brooks, but stands firm in his decision.

You’re last to stand.

Ariana asks you about your Casa experience. “My time in Casa was great for the first day. I got to know these lovely boys. I slept outside and made sure not to kiss outside of challenges out of respect for my couple, but that sentiment was not shared.”

“And what do you mean by that?” Ariana explores further.

You clap your hands together, looking around at all the boys. “So, on the second night of Casa, I received a lovely video of my dear Maj making out with another girl. Much to my surprise.”

There’s a shared, deep inhale from the guys, most unable to look at you. Sakari looks pissed.

They didn’t know about the video. It was safe to say they didn’t get one, none of the girls were moving crazy.

“With that being said, Y/N, it’s time to make your choice.” Despite knowing how you’ll choose, your heart still beats erratically.

Clasping your hands in front of you, you give your answer. “I would like to recouple with Noah.” He walks over to you, giving a hug. The atmosphere is tense, even more so than before.

“Let’s see what Jermajesty chose to do.” Ariana directs everyone’s eyes to the Villa entrance.

Despite what you’ve seen, you still wish he comes back alone. Mira reaches for your hand, returning the support you gave earlier.

You see Jermajesty and your heart pounds even harder. Your lips twitch upwards subconsciously. You missed him. You’re still pissed. Immensely. But you missed him.

The quirk in your lips immediately dissipates when you see he’s not alone. He walks beside the girl you saw in the video.

You can’t help but let out a laugh, squeezing Mira’s hand. They walk side by side, stopping once they reach the fire pit.

He makes no move to touch the girl, but she moves in, grasping his arm with both her hands. Your blood runs hot, and you have to try and calm yourself down.

His eyes rake your figure, stopping briefly on your cleavage, noticing his ring is no longer draped from your neck.

He looks pissed himself, and you don’t know why. He was the one that caused this.

Ariana asks him about his Casa experience, and he answers vaguely. You can’t help but roll your eyes.

She notices and asks about your thoughts.

“Yeah, so I got a video of you having a grand time in Casa, so I’m glad you found such a great connection.”

He has the nerve to look taken aback. “Seems it. I see you did the same. You happy?”

”Absolutely. You?.” You sarcastically spit back.

He just gives a hum in response, his tongue in his cheek. He looks away, jaw tight.

Ariana adds fuel to the fire. “Y/N, were you expecting him to couple with someone else?”

You shake your head. “You know what, expect the unexpected, I guess.” Noah’s hand goes to the small of your back, trying to give his own support.

Jermajesty sees, staring at where that hand disappears behind you. He speaks to you again. “Didn’t keep that promise, huh? Guess we’re both a bunch of heartbreakers.” Now he’s being petty.

You can’t let him get the last word in.

“May the best heartbreaker win.”

The back and forth between the two of you has everyone holding their breaths. The big curly blonde has been on his arm this whole time, a smirk imprinted on her face. You want to smack it off. You don’t even know the girl and you’re trying to give her the benefit of the doubt, but she’s standing there so smug making it hard to do so.

Ariana tells you all that you can return to your seats. You start to sit down, Jermajesty walking to an open spot on the bench, blonde in tow.

You pipe up one final time, “I want Mr. Buttons back.” His steps come to a halt before he clears his throat, glancing at you briefly but you’re not looking at him. Your gaze is set forward. Your adrenaline is wearing off and you’re sure if you look now, you’d cry. And you refuse to let him see that.

He nods, “Okay,” his voice is slightly shaky and finally sits down.

”And with that, islanders, Casa Amor has ended.” Ariana starts to walk away, turning back one final time. “Don’t get too comfortable. Movie night is tomorrow.”

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Love Island Summer 6 - Jermajesty Jackson

part one

Summary: Casa Amor has begun…

wc: 1.7k

Your hand goes up to the ring around your neck, finding comfort in it. There’s just always something going on in this villa.

You run up to the bedroom, needing that confirmation that the boys truly left. The closet is practically bare from any of the guy’s clothing. They really are gone.

A slip of paper sitting on the edge of your bed draws your eye. Picking it up, you can’t stop the smile that arises on your face.

It’s Jermajesty in the photo booth with Mr. Buttons. Looking around on the bed, you can’t find the plushie. He must’ve took it with him. How did he even have time to do this?

That thought warms your heart. You turn the photo over, finding messy handwriting on the back.

‘We miss you already — Maj and Mr. Buttons.’

You can’t help the little squeal you let out, feeling like a school girl. He’s just so cute.

You miss him already, knowing that you’re choosing him at the recoupling. It will always be him. You go to place the photo under your pillow to keep it safe, but notice a hoodie you didn’t see before.

You instantly know it’s Jermajesty’s. It smells like him too. You pick it up, unapologetically bringing it up to your nose.

He must’ve sprayed it with his cologne before he left. Damn. He really thought of everything. You slip the hoodie on before going back down to the kitchen to fix breakfast with the girls.

It’s not long before Ariana makes her entrance again, asking everyone how they feel. Not far behind her are six new boys, each attractive in their own right.

You are open to talking and getting to know them, but highly doubt any one of them will turn your head.

You do take a liking to more to one of the boys, Noah. He’s got caramel skin and tight curly hair. He’s sweet and fun to talk to, but the whole conversation you feel your mind continuously drift, wondering what Jermajesty is up to in the other villa.

The boys are hype when they pull up to Casa Amor, immediately checking out all the rooms and choosing which beds they want, getting a head start at unpacking their bags.

Jermajesty takes out Mr. Buttons from his suitcase, staring down at the creepy bear. This is gonna be a long three days. He sets the plushie down on his pillow before unpacking the rest of his bag.

After putting their clothes away, the guys walk out to Casa Amor fire pit, debriefing amongst each other.

“I miss Y/N.” Jermajesty flat out says, Sakari giving him a pat on the shoulder from beside him.

Brooks scoffs, “Bro, you’re about to have six fine ass women walk in here, stop moping around and get ready to have some fun.”

Sakari makes a face at that. “Back off. Not everyone is here just to get their dick wet like you.”

Brooks shrugs, not caring to answer. Jermajesty isn’t able to give a retort back due to loud shouts coming closer.

“Hi boys!” The casa girls are pretty, they’re supposed to be. Some of the guys take deep breaths upon seeing them, knowing that they’re gonna be a problem.

Jermajesty couldn’t even tell you what they looked like if he tried, his mind trailing back to the main villa, debating if it was humanly possible for him to jump over the railing and swim back.

The boys get up to greet the girls, giving each a hug. One girl keeps a hold on Jermajesty for longer than he would’ve liked, she’s a blonde with big curly hair.

The girls all introduce themselves one by one before everyone goes off for individual chats. Summer, the blonde, asks to talk to Jermajesty.

They go off to the room with the spinning door. Jermajesty is the first to sit, Summer holding back to shut the entrance off.

He puts respectable distance between the two, open for a chat but nothing more. She’s cool, lives on the beach and owns her own coffee shop.

Jermajesty keeps his body forward, not really looking at her throughout the conversation.

“I just wanna be upfront with you. I got a really good connection back at the villa and I doubt my head will be turned in here. I don’t want you putting all this energy into me when it might be more beneficial for you to talk to another guy.”

She nods, taking it in. “Yeah, I’ve seen your connection and I know what y’all got.”

Jermajesty lets out a breath, thankful she understood. He’s about to tell her as such before she speaks again.

“It’s a shame it’s not real though.”

He pauses, head turning to look at her, confused expression morphing into annoyance. ”Huh?”

”I’ve seen the show. And I’ve seen her conversations and confessionals.” She says it so steady, like it’s nothing more than the truth.

“I don’t follow. What the fuck are you talking about?” He leans up from the seating, thinking he’d just leave and never speak to this girl again.

Her voice is calm, playing with the strands of her curls. “You know she’s only with you cause you’re a Jackson right?”

He freezes, turning back to her again. “W-what? You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He looks away, heart beating fast.

“I’ve seen the show. She’s just playing you.” Her hand goes up to his shoulder, pulling him back against the couch. ”You need someone who isn’t going to lie like that.”

The hand on his shoulder digs in slightly, before shifting to his neck. He still wasn’t looking at her, gaze far away.

There’s a pause between the two, before she mounts herself on his lap. He lets her, arms staying by his sides on the couch.

“You just need to enjoy the Casa experience. Let go.” She leans in slowly, placing her lips on his. He doesn’t pull away, but he doesn’t lean in either. It’s not long before Summer starts to lean back, before he surges forward again.

Maybe if he tries hard enough, the thoughts of you would go away. How you could betray him like that? How he could be a fool for believing you?

It doesn’t work. He wretches his mouth from Summer, wiping his lips and setting her off his lap. His mind is racing a mile a minute.

Jermajesty stands up, leaving to go catch some air.

You actually enjoy casa more than you thought you would. You spend the first day playing games in the pool and making friends with the guys.

When it’s time for bed, you and Maddie Rae take pillows and blankets to soul ties, both of you not wanting to share a bed with anyone else. You make sure to keep Jermajesty’s hoodie on, finding comfort in it.

“Them boys better be perfect angels over in Casa while we’re sleeping with the bugs.” You joked. Sleeping in soul ties was way more manageable when Jermajesty was out here with you. You bring the collar of the hoodie to calm you, lulling you to sleep.

In the morning, you start your routine as usual, putting on a bathing suit and doing your makeup. Noah comes by to bring you breakfast and you give him a hug in thanks. They don’t taste like Jermajesty’s but they’re passable. He doesn’t give you the crispy edges.

You don’t make Noah a smoothie though, it’s become something special and it doesn’t feel right making one for someone else.

Mira tells you about her potential connections in Casa. She wants to get to know a few of the boys, but Sakari is still in the back of her mind. You tell her how much you miss Jermajesty.

After getting ready for the nights’ festivities, its revealed that you will be battling Casa in a challenge. You hype the girls up when needed, cheering when the Villa gets a win.

When it’s your turn, you go all out, choosing Noah and securing a win for the team. You almost wish you lost your round so you would know the name of the girl Jermajesty chose. You shrug it off, the girl wouldn’t matter anyways.

Yet, despite all of your efforts, Casa takes the overall win of the challenge. You hear the shouts coming from Casa Amor, their celebrations almost like a taunt.

You girls take your defeat, laughing it off and going to make grilled cheese sandwiches. You sit at the high chairs in the kitchen, Mira beside you laughing at Jess’ inability to cook.

Your phone pings.

Wiping the grilled cheese remnants from your mouth, you shout, “I GOT A TEXT!”

The girls gather around you, Casa boys listening in from wherever they’re sitting.

“Girls, greetings from Casa Amor.” Everyone starts to get loud, all trying to say something. You shush them.

You tap open the video that’s sent next. It opens, and you get a glimpse of the guys at Casa. You hope you’re able to see Jermajesty. It starts with Brooks flirting with two Casa girls, eventually asking both of them for a three way kiss.

You all gasp, looking to Evie. Her mouth is open, hand covering it. Celina is rubbing her back, trying to provide some sort of comfort.

The Casa girls agree and the sounds of lips smacking echo through the phone. Saint is heard cheering him on in the background.

“Ew. What the fuck is he cheering for?” Leilani has a grimace on her face.

You still haven’t seen Jermajesty. You hope to get a glimpse of him, even in the background.

The next starts off as a black screen, and only a voice is heard. A girl’s voice. ‘You just need to enjoy the Casa experience. Let go.’

The video shows a girl on top of a guy, kissing him deep. Big curly blonde hair falling onto the guy’s head.

“Which guy is that?” Celina leans in, trying to get a better view of the phone.

But you know. You can tell from his hands. They’re laying to his side, not touching her, but they’re balled into fists. You traced those hands countless of times, studied them practically.

Your breath hitches before the girl sits up to reveal who it is.

Jermajesty.

a/n: felt a tad bit evil with this one.

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Love Island Summer 5 - Jermajesty Jackson

part one

Summary: The events after Jermajesty is stolen from your couple

wc: 2.1k

Your heart is beating so fast in your chest you’re surprised it hasn’t sprung out. Your thoughts are running a mile a minute. Why did she choose him? Were their conversations better than you had been led to believe? Would you even get a chance to ask him?

Each islander is told to stand behind the person they’d like to save. You ball your hands into fists, willing them to stop shaking.

One by one they’re told to stand and make their choice. It all passes by in a blur. You’re unsure how long you’re actually standing there, but it feels like an eternity.

When it’s Jermajesty’s turn to choose, he makes his way towards you, standing directly to your left. He reaches down to grab your hand, unfisting it and giving it a kiss. It’s enough to calm you for a bit.

In the end, you’re the one with the majority votes, all islanders choosing to stand behind you except Saint, Evie, and Brooks.

Kolby bids his farewells, taking pictures with the boys in the photo booth and telling everyone he enjoyed his time here in the villa.

When he’s fully gone, you head straight for the makeup room, wanting to be away from everyone. Mira follows.

“Hey girl, you okay?” Her voice is light.

“I just wonder what made her choose him. From what I heard, their chats were okay, but he still made sure she knew his mind was heavily on me. Was he telling the truth?” You bring your head into your hands, trying to take deep breaths from your rant.

“Don’t spiral.” Mira brings you in for a hug. You need to talk to Jermajesty.”

You’re unable to answer before a knock is heard at the open door. Jermajesty is standing there, a worried expression on his face.

“Hey.” He walks slowly into the room, stopping a bit before he reaches you.

“I’ll let you guys talk.” Mira slips out the room, giving you one final glance back.

It’s quiet for a moment before you break it. “Why did she choose you? Was there more to the chats y’all had that I didn’t know of?”

He shakes his head quickly. “No, baby, I promise. I’m just as shocked as you, genuinely.” He closes the distance, bringing his hands up to cup your face, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

He lets himself stare at you before pulling you into a hug.

“I only wanna share a bed with you.”

You lean into the hug, gripping the fabric at his back. The breath you let out is shaky, but your shoulders drop their tension.

He speaks again “Let’s sleep together in soul ties.”

You give a smile at that, pulling back to look at him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Your smile never left your face. You got ready for bed, taking off your makeup and getting into your pajamas while Jermajesty insisted he’d set up the bed. He got all the blankets and pillows and even filled up both of your water bottles.

Snuggling up to him, you couldn’t even feel the cold night air. His arm was around you, you leaning into his chest. Despite the rollercoaster of events that happened between the two of you, you both made a way to be together.

You slept peacefully that night, despite the situation.

Waking up, it took you a bit to remember where you were and the events of last night. You were still frustrated, wanting to know why Jess chose him.

Jermajesty could sense you were still down, he couldn’t blame you. So, he wanted to do something special for you, showing how much he cares.

He enlisted the help of your two closest friends: Mira and Sakari. He pulled Mira to the side once you stepped into the makeup room to get ready, asking her to keep you occupied for a bit longer than your usual routine.

When Mira asked you to help find her something to wear, you didn’t think it would take an extra 20 minutes. I mean come on, you guys wear bathing suits all day, you didn’t see why she wouldn’t just throw one on and call it a day.

After the last thread of your patience snapped due to her of her dilemma, you simply chose a cute brown and pink suit and threw it at her, telling her to put it on.

That’s when you realized Jermajesty hadn’t made an appearance yet. Curiously, you went to step outside to see where he was.

You didn’t get one foot out the door before Sakari had appeared from the corner, scaring the shit out of you.

“Hello Miss Y/N, I am here to escort you to your fine dining experience.” The British accent he put on was terrible and it made you laugh.

“…What?” He didn’t respond. Turning to walk down the stairs, motioning for you to join.

He walked you to the dock, where you finally saw where Jermajesty had been. You gasped.

Two yoga mats sat on the dock, pillows and flowers decorated around them. In between the mats, a big breakfast platter: pancakes in the shapes of hearts (with crispy edges and chocolate chips), eggs, fruits, french toast, and orange juice.

Jermajesty stood, a pink flower in his hand with the other behind his back.

You forgot Sakari was still behind you until he spoke. “Enjoy breaking your fast together, mom and dad.” His accent still on, taking a bow and leaving.

Both of you laugh at his antics. Jermajesty reaches a hand out to you and you take it.

“I want you to know how special you are to me. Nobody is changing that.” You try hiding your face in your hands, but he takes them, giving you a deep kiss.

You sit down, the two of you feeding each other breakfast and giggling amongst yourselves.

You’re leaning your back slightly against his chest, again playing with the ring on his thumb. You always find yourself doing it. It keeps you grounded.

You spend the rest of the morning hanging about, occasionally playing ping pong with a couple other islanders or going for a swim.

You’re lounging by the pool, shades on when you see Jess approach you. Thinking of it, you have yet to have an actual conversation with her.

“Hey, can we chat?” She seems a bit nervous. You agree and she sits down beside you.

“I just wanted to clear the air. I chose Jermajesty last night because he’s the only one I really wanted to get to know more. He did make it clear that he values your guys' connection, but I just wanted to be true to myself.”

You take a moment to let it all sink in. You can’t really put her at fault, she’s a bombshell and stepping on toes is her job.

“I understand.” She lets out a deep breath at that.

“And I’m sorry for not really speaking to you either before this. This situation is just really awkward. And you and Jermajesty make a really cute couple.”

You let out a breath of a laugh, “We're all good, there’s no bad blood between us.” You didn’t want to waste your energy on being angry at a girl who made a choice for herself. Maybe you wouldn’t be the best of friends, but that was okay.

Later in the day, after getting dressed—choosing to wear a green flowy top and skirt—you were eating some snacks in the kitchen with Celina.

You were asking her about her connection with Trey when another text went off. Brooks.

You groaned. Could you have just one night of peace in this villa?

“I GOT A TEXT!” Brooks shouted from above, leaning on the rail. “Islanders, please gather around the fire pit.”

You trudged your way over, sitting on the edge of the seating.

Your phone pinged next. “America has been voting for which two islanders they want to couple up.”

You try to contain your smile. Please please PLEASE America. Your gaze meets Jermajesty’s and he’s smiling right too, showing you his fingers are crossed.

It’s silent for a moment, the suspense building.

It’s Sakari that gets the next message. He takes a deep breath before reading it, smile growing on his face. “Congratulations Y/N and Jermajesty, America has voted for you to be a couple.”

You’re barely able to get a breath out before Jermajesty runs over to you, picking you up from where you’re sitting and bringing you in for a tight hug.

You’re smiling so hard, pulling back to lean in for a kiss. It’s interrupted by Sakari’s shouts, him running to you both and creating a group hug.

He leans his head down on you guys, “Mom and Dad are back together.”

You push him off, laughing hard. “You’re so stupid.”

Laying in bed that night, Mr. Buttons in between the two of you, you trace the lines of his face.

Jermajesty’s smile hasn’t gone away since the news. You want to savor it, memorize every line and crevice.

He brings his hand up, thumb on your lip. You lean in giving it a kiss, before giving another to the ring on his thumb.

He stays like that for a moment before pulling his hand back. You’re curious. He reaches down to his thumb, taking the ring off.

“I wanna give this to you.” He places it in your hand, voice quiet. It’s warm on the inside.

You stare at it before looking up at him with a smile tugging the corners of your mouth. “I’ll be right back.”

You pull the covers back, exposing your legs to the cool air before dashing out the room, leaving him confused. You’re not gone more than a minute before you return with a chain in your hand.

Sitting on the bed, you loop the chain through the ring before handing it to him. “Will you put it on me?” You turn your back towards him, moving your braids out the way.

His breath is slightly shaky as he brings his arms around you, placing the necklace around your neck. It takes him a couple tries to clasp it properly due to the trembling of his hands.

When he finally gets it, he presses a kiss to the nape of your neck, just above where the necklace rests.

You both settle back into bed, making sure you put your bonnet on before you forget. You face each other.

“I really like you. A lot.” His voice is a quiet whisper.

“Me too. A lot.” Your voice is just as quiet.

“You seem almost too good to be true.” His eyes scatter to every part of your face. You ask him what he means.

“Like. You match me so well, and I want to share the rest of this experience with you.” He pauses, taking a breath. “I don’t wanna get hurt.”

You give a small smile. “Me neither. I promise not to break your heart if you promise not to break mine.” You pull out your pinky, holding it out to him.

He takes it with no hesitation. “Promise.” He smiles fully this time, showing his gap. It’s come to be your favorite smile.

“You’re so jer-cute.”

He turns away from you. “Yep. You ruined it.”

You laugh, pulling him back, apologizing. He, in return, reaches down below to cover to tickle your sides, causing you to screech.

You both are told to shut up from multiple islanders, making you two giggle quietly to one another.

The two of you finally settle down, going to sleep with matching smiles.

The only thing that makes waking up to the overbearing bright lights in the room is waking up next to Jermajesty. The two of you wait a little longer than necessary before you both get out of bed, getting ready for the day.

After washing your faces and brushing your guys’ teeth, you part ways, him going to the kitchen and you going to the makeup room.

Getting ready with the girls, you guys chat about the updates and joke with one another, even Jess who turns out to be a really cool girl.

You guys are all almost finished getting ready when you realize none of the boys have come up yet. Suspicious.

You all decide to walk downstairs, finding none of the boys in sight. The kitchen looks deserted, pans and plates all around.

Everyone is confused. Are they somewhere pulling a prank?

Mira gets a text.

“Girls, the boys have left the villa. Welcome to Casa Amor. #BoysGoneWild #TheUltimateTest”

a/n: a little bit of fluff before everything goes downhill >:)

(also lmk if i should make a tag list)

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Love Island Summer 4 - Jermajesty Jackson

part one

Summary: After spending the night in the hideaway with the new bombshell, you return to the main villa. However, you soon learn that there is another new guest that arrived when you were away.

wc: 2.5k

The fingers on your shoulder dig in slightly. Jermajesty is tense beside you. You don’t even know what to say. You were so ready to finally be in a couple with him, wanting to share the bed.

You reach up to take the hand that’s gripping your shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze. That makes him look to you.

You reach up, giving him a small kiss. “I wish he didn’t choose me.” You burrow your face in his neck, breathing him in.

His arms go around you, rubbing the back of your neck. “Fuck. Me too.”

You’re forced to leave his side, making your way with Celina to the hideaway. You look back once and his eyes are already on yours.

What shitty luck you have.

Trey is waiting by the hot tub when you both walk in, champagne bottle in his hand.

“Hello beautiful ladies.” His smile is bright. The smile you give back doesn’t quite reach your eyes. You’re disappointed at the situation you’ve been put in.

Celina is more eager to talk to Trey, you letting her take lead of the conversation. He asks about your guys time in the villa so far, and you tell him that you’ve found a strong connection with Jermajesty.

“I’m obviously open to exploring other people, we’re only one week in. But, I have to be honest and say that my main connection and priority right now is Jermajesty.”

Trey nods in response, “I see. Looks like I got some grafting to do.” You laugh at that.

Celina explains her situation, how she was surprised by her connection being taken from her, but states that this is Love Island and there is not time to be sad. You respect that. Trey pulls each of you for a one on one chat, him and Celina going to the bedroom while you stay at the hot tub, dipping your feet in.

You find yourself thinking about Jermajesty again, sad that he has to sleep alone. It’s not long in your thinking before Trey comes back outside, sitting down beside you.

“I know you’re going in a good direction with Jermajesty, but I chose you because I really liked your vibe and wanted to get to know you.” He takes a sip from his glass.

Your lips tilt upward slightly in the corners, “Thank you. I don’t want to just sulk and ruin your first night in the villa. I apologize.”

He shakes his head, telling you that he understands. He didn’t put you in an ideal situation. You guys continue to talk and it’s good. Not better than your chats with Jermajesty, but you enjoy getting to know Trey.

Before heading back to the bed where Celina resides, he asks to kiss you.

You give him a kind smile. “I’m not really into kissing outside of challenges right now. I want to be respectful to my couple.”

He nods in understanding. “Maybe we’ll get our chance to later.”

“Maybe.” The two of you head inside, each getting ready for bed. Trey sleeps in the middle of you and Celina, but you have your back turned towards him. Your sleep is okay, decent, but not like how you were expecting the night to go.

The next morning is spent with you and Celina still getting to know Trey in the hideaway. You eagerly want to go back to the main villa, but are told by production that you can’t head back until later in the day.

You’re annoyed. You didn’t get your pancakes this morning and you couldn’t make your famous smoothie.

When you’re allowed back in the villa, you try not to look too excited. The three of you shout to the other islanders, making your presence known. They rush over to you guys, wanting to greet the new bombshell.

You can’t seem to find Jermajesty at first. Where could he be? You’re looking around, still by the group when you feel a tap on your shoulder. Mira.

She points upstairs. You’re confused at first. Looking up towards soul ties is when you finally see him, emerging from the area.

But he’s not alone. There he stands with a new girl. She’s pretty. That makes you feel uneasy.

You see the moment when Jermajesty recognizes what all the commotion was about, locking eyes with you. He smiles, turning towards the stairs.

You turn back to Mira, asking her who that girl is.

“A new bombshell. She came in this morning while you two were gone.” She’s not able to get more out before Jermajesty jogs over to you.

He’s still smiling when he reaches you. “Hi, beautiful. I missed your smoothie this morning.” He leans down, pulling you into an embrace.

“Oh, is that the only thing you missed?” Your words spoken into his shoulder.

You feel his laugh. “Of course not.” Pulling back just a bit to look at you while in his arms. “Wanna go for a chat?”

You nod and the two of you take off to the upstairs seating outside the makeup room.

He starts the conversation when you get situated. “How was your night?” His hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles.

“It was okay. I was looking forward to sharing a bed with you though.” You pout, leaning into him.

He kisses the top of your head. “Me too.” He pauses, as if a bit hesitant to ask. “How did you like Trey?”

“We had a nice chat. He asked to kiss me.” The hand on your thigh stills for a moment before rubbing again.

“Um. And did you kiss him?”

You look up at him. “No. I told him I was open to chatting with him, but my head was with you. And that I don’t kiss outside of challenges. I want to respect what we got going on.”

He lets out an exhale at that. “Oh thank God. You had me scared there.”

You giggle, playing with the ring on his thumb. You’re a bit hesitant to ask, “I see you guys also got a new bombshell too.”

“Yeah. Jess. She came this morning, pulled me and a couple others for a chat. Told her I’m open, but I really like my connection with you.” You smile at that, turning your face into his chest.

He laughs at your antics, “Why you hiding?” One hand going to the side of your face, pulling it back to look at you.

“I just really like your answer.” You reach up, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

He pulls you back in with the hand still on your face. “That’s not enough.” His mouth slots against yours. You guys don’t rush, just enjoying the feel of one another.

You could kiss him for hours. And it feels like you do before he pulls away, giving you another peck on your cheek. The chat continues, the two of you enjoying the presence of the other.

The rest of the day goes smoothly. You have another chat with Trey, and Jermajesty with Jess. It takes everything in you to not get overly possessive.

You can see why people become territorial in such a short time on this show. Having to watch Jermajesty talk to other girls feels like torture. But that’s the part of this process. You don’t want to rob him of that, even yourself.

You enjoy Trey. He seems down to earth and has a couple jokes that make you laugh. If nothing happened between the two of you, you could see yourself becoming good friends with him.

You’re practically shaking in excitement by the time you’re getting ready for bed. You’re finally getting a chance to stay with Jermajesty.

“Damn girl. You’re bouncing of the walls.” Mira laughs from beside you.

“Oh shut it.” You hide your face in your hands. You feel like a school girl with a crush.

You put on a black two piece set. A tank top and boy shorts that make your ass look fantastic. You’re practically showing all 32s when you walk into the bedroom, Jermajesty on his side holding your stuffed bear in his arms.

“Y’know, this thing is kinda creepy.” He states once you get close enough, inspecting the pink plushie.

Gasping, you snatch it out his hands. “Do not talk about Mr. Buttons that way.” You rub its head. It was kinda creepy. You had sewed buttons over its eyes, one bigger one smaller, and dyed one of its ears black as a child, but you loved it.

He laughs hard in your face. “Mr. Buttons? Okay well tell him I apologize.”

You smile, getting under the covers beside him and snuggling in close. His head lodged in the side of your neck. You feel him take a big inhale, ticking you and making you giggle.

“I love the way you smell.” You barely make out from his mumble. You give him a squeeze, starting to drift off to sleep. He’s not that far behind you.

You wake up in a great mood. A heavy arm wrapped around your waist, your back to his chest. You’re in heaven.

The morning gets even better, you’re able to get the pancakes that you missed, and hop down the stairs to make Jermajesty a smoothie.

Later in the day, you’re lounging by the pool with Mira who’s giving you an update on the whole Celina and Sakari situation. She wasn’t feeling it with Saint and wanted to take a chance in a new couple. You can’t blame the girl.

Mid conversation, you see Jess go to pull Jermajesty for another chat. They walk over to the couch by the leaves to talk, right in your view point. You’re a little bothered at her persistence, but you trust Jermajesty.

He’s laid back, arms crossed while she is turned fully facing him. You watch for a moment before looking away back towards Mira.

“So how do you feel about that?”

You take a moment to gather your thoughts. “Not super happy about it, but this is the whole point of this show. It would be unfair of me to get upset at him for talking to a bombshell.”

She nods, “That’s very understands of you.”

You retort back is quick. “Good because I actually really hate it and don’t want them to talk at all. But I had to give you my pr answer first.” Mira belts at that, you joining in.

“You such a real bitch, I love you girl.”

You guys continue to laugh and joke around, before getting in the water to cool down.

For tonight, you wear a white top and denim mini skirt, putting all your emphasis on your jewelry, and styling your braids in a half up half down style. Going down the stairs reveals Jermajesty also in a white shirt and similar color denim pants as your skirt.

Taking his hand you joke, “You stalking me now to see what I wear?”

“Nah, I’m just in that head of yours.” He leans down to give you a light kiss, careful of the lip combo you have on.

You both walk to the high table, Hiro saying a toast about the new bombshells before you go to chat with Mira and Sakari.

“How’s it going with you and Jer?” Sakari asks once sitting down. The three of you are at the white couches.

You sigh wistfully, “Amazing honestly. I get scared that it’s going too good you know? I’m trying to make sure I’m open to other connections and not put all my eggs in one basket.” You take a sip from your glass.

It’s Mira’s turn to chime in. “I think you guys are solid. The communication you have is great, and if anything were to come about, he would tell you.”

You give her a grateful smile. “Yeah. I’m trying not to get in my head too much about it.”

You look over to the pink swing where Jermajesty and Saint were talking. You see Jess make her way over to the two of them.

“She just love talking to Jer.” Sakari voices. “I don’t like her trying to get in between mom and dad.”

You laugh loudly at that. “Man shut up.”

Jess is unable to talk to the boys for long before another message is heard through the villa. This time, coming from Sakari.

“Fuck. I wanna chuck this thing in the pool.” It makes you and Mira chuckle. He shouts to the villa, making everyone pay attention. “Islanders, please gather around the fire pit immediately.”

Your legs and hands shake when you stand. Nothing good has come out of these texts. You meet up with Jermajesty on the way there, him grabbing your hand and giving it a kiss.

Everyone sits in tense silence before Trey gets a message. “Trey and Jess, Please stand in front of the fire pit.”

Your heart is beating so hard in your chest even when you try to calm it down. You don’t even feel your leg bouncing in anxiousness until you feel Jermajesty rest a hand on your thigh, making you slightly relax. He looks to you, giving you a sweet kiss.

“It’s gonna be okay, mamma. No matter what.” You have to look away at that, feeling overwhelmed. He gives you another kiss to the side of his head.

You wrap your hands around the arm that’s resting on your thigh, squeezing it in response.

Jess gets a notification next. “Jess and Trey, you both will be able to steal any islander of your choice to couple up with.” That makes your heart sink to the bottom of your chest. You squeeze Jermajesty’s arm even tighter.

Trey gets another message, asking him who he wants to couple up with.

“The girl I would like to couple up with is…” You send a prayer above, pleading that he does not choose you. “Celina.”

You let out a breath at that. Okay, this is fine. You’re good. You’re still in a couple with Jermajesty.

Trey walks over to Celina, giving her a hug before sitting down between her and Kolby.

Jess gets another text. Her turn to choose.

“The boy I would like to couple up with is…Jermajesty.” The hands you had gripped on his arm go slack. You can feel the eyes of the other islanders on you.

Mira, who’s sitting beside you reaches her hand out, and you take it gratefully. You don’t even register how hard you’re squeezing, just that you need something to hold on to.

Jermajesty hasn’t said anything this whole time, his hand still tight on your thigh.

You’re forced to scoot away from him to make room for Jess, and you’re trying so hard not to cry. What luck you have, huh?

It’s eerily quiet until Kolby gets a text. “Y/N and Kolby, please stand in front of the fire pit.” Oh fuck. You’re sick to your stomach. It takes you a moment before your brain registers that you need to stand.

You feel almost robotic as you make your way to stand with Kolby, facing the other islanders. You take a glance toward Jermajesty and his jaw is tight, visible distance between him and Jess.

Your phone goes off next. Your hands are shaky as you open it up, “Y/N and Kolby, you are both now single and vulnerable. One of you will be dumped from the island.”

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Love Island Summer 3 - Jermajesty Jackson

part one

Summary: It’s time for the first recoupling, however the islanders are surprised by a small twist before the night is over.

wc: 1.2k

It’s been two days since the kissing challenge, one of them being a non filming day. You woke up everyday to Jermajesty’s delicious pancakes, always making him a smoothie in return. It became a routine.

You also got to know the other islanders.

It was safe to say you were closest to Mira, Sakari, Celina, and Hiro. Often times you found yourself debating stupid topics like if a hotdog should be considered a sandwich or if Santa’s elves should be paid minimum wage. Sakari got very passionate about the latter.

You also spent even more time with Jermajesty, learning that he is just one big nerd in a hot body. Perfect for you. You enjoyed listening to him ramble about geeky topics that you didn’t quite understand. In return, he listened just as intently to your special interests as well.

During one evening, before getting ready for the night, You and Jermajesty were filming a video on his phone, a dance you had seen on TikTok before flying out to Fiji. Both of you kept messing up, leading to a debate on which person had the better moves.

That led to a heated dance battle between the two where you forced the other islanders to judge. It was a unanimous decision that the two of you were both equally terrible.

There was also a time where you, Jermajesty, Mira, and Sakari were playing chicken in the pool. You guys had to call it a tie after going many rounds—you catching a headache from the constant rough housing, and Sakari getting water up his nose when Mira tumbled them back into the water.

You were enjoying every moment here in the villa.

A cell phone pinged when the villa was doing a group yoga session together. Celina had to quiet the group’s chants in order to say the famous words “I GOT A TEXTTTTT!”

”Islanders, tonight will be the first recoupling! The girls will choose which boy they want to couple up with. #TheBoyIsMine #WasAmericaRight?” Shouts from the girls erupted.

You were excited, this was your chance to finally couple up with Jermajesty. You turned to look at him in excitement, his face returning the sentiment.

“Hmmm…wonder who I’ll choose.” You tease.

“Whoever it is will be a lucky guy.” He returns cheekily, pulling you towards him by your waist.

“Excuse me sir, but us girls have to go get ready.” Mira swoops in, taking your hand to head towards the makeup room. You walk away, reluctantly from Jermajesty, butterflies in your stomach.

“So Y/N, you are you planning on choosing.” Evie asks, making everyone laugh. It was a no brainer who your choice would be.

“Decicions decisions.” You joke back, choosing which outfit you want for tonight.

Mira pipes in next, “Honestly, I think we’re all more excited for you guys to finally be in a couple. I’m tired of you both making googly eyes with each other at night.”

“You’re right,” you say with a smile, “I can’t wait to finally be in a couple. I need that jer-mmediately.” The entire room laughs at that.

You decide to wear a cream two piece set, top and skirt, for the recoupling. The layers on your skirt swish as you walk.

It’s not long before the girls walk down the stairs, Jermajesty waiting for you, holding his hand out. When you put your hand in his, he gives you a spin, eyes trailing over your figure.

“Well don’t you look pretty?” He leads you towards the high table.

“Thank you. You look nice as well.” You always feel shy around him. You give his hand a squeeze.

Sakari is the one who makes the toast. “The first week in the villa has been a great time and I’m so glad to be spending it with each of you. Let’s toast to having another great week ahead and that Y/N and Jermajesty are finally able to stop torturing everyone else with their yearning for one another.”

You roll your eyes at that, your mouth curved at the edges.

Ariana makes another appearance, strutting in to call everyone around the fire pit. The boys are told to line up, waiting for each girl to make a choice.

Maddie Rae is called on first, choosing to stay in a couple with Hiro.

You’re next. You’re nervous when you stand, despite knowing what your decision will be.

“I would like to couple up with this boy because he makes me feel special and every new thing I learn about him in our conversations makes me want to learn more. I’m excited to see where this connection can lead to.”

You were staring at Jermajesty the entire time speaking, watching every micro expression he showed. He looked as if he were trying not to smile too hard and failing immensely.

“So, the boy I would like to couple up with is Jermajesty” Not caring about holding his smile back anymore, he makes his way swiftly over to you. When he reaches you, your arms go around his neck, his to your waist as he leans in for a kiss.

Your first kiss outside of a challenge. Everyone cheers and claps around you.

“Congratualations Y/N and Jermajesty, you are now officially a couple.” Her own smile is bright as she watches the two of you embrace. You two take your seats, Jermajesty’s arm resting behind your head, body pressed closely to yours.

Evie is next to stand, choosing to stay in a couple with Brooks. When, she looks like she is in deep thought.

She announces that she wants to recouple with Sakari, shocking everyone around. You knew they had a few good chats, but not enough to actually recouple. You also knew that Celina was planning on remaining in a couple with Sakari.

Oh lord.

Celina looks taken off guard, before she masks her expression. Leilani is next, choosing to couple up with Saint. Celina is forced to recouple with Kolby.

You’re a bit nervous for how awkward it might be in the makeup room later tonight. Jermajesty brings the arm behind your head to rest across your shoulder, giving it a squeeze. A bit of the tension you didn’t know was building up in your shoulders is released.

Ariana bids her goodbyes, leaving the drama to unfold.

Celina is the first to make the initiative to get up, but stops at the familiar text sound.

“This can’t be good.” Hiro pulls his phone from out his pocket. “I got a text.” Everyone is sharing confused glances. What could possibly be the purpose of this? And especially why now?

“Islanders, Trey has arrived on the island and would like a special welcome. He has chosen Celina and Y/N to join him tonight in the hideaway.” Hiro pauses, gasps sound throughout the crowd. You feel your heart drop. “#Don’tGetComfortable #StealYourGirl.”

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Love Island Summer 2 — Jermajesty Jackson

part one

Summary: you are pulled for a chat by Jermajesty and the islanders pucker up for a kissing challenge

content: inspired by serena + kordell (usa s6), indiya + dami (uk s8), jasmine + lorenzo (uk s13), grace + luca (uk all stars)

wc: 2.8k

Jermajesty’s hand is warm as it holds yours, guiding you up the stairs to the speakeasy.

He sits close to you, enough to where you can feel his body heat.

“You like to stare.” It’s the first thing out of your mouth before you can think otherwise.

He gives a light laugh at that. “When a girl is as intriguing as you? Yeah. I do.”

You gave a hum at that, not wanting to fall for one simple compliment.

He continues on. “What brought you to Love Island?”

“The money.” You respond immediately before a laugh break out from you, him following. “No, but I want to find my person and have a memorable summer.”

Your answer seeps with genuinity. He smiles, propping his head up on his arm with the back of the couch.

“It’s the same for me. I’ve been watching the show for a little bit and just thought ‘Why not?’”

You nod your head. ”Are you a family person?”

His smile gets bigger, the gap showing between his front teeth. “Yeah, I’m very close with my family, especially my brothers. Are you?”

”I tell my older sister just about everything. She’s my best friend.”

You guys continue to talk though introductions, getting to know each other better. The conversation flows naturally, no awkward pauses or lack of questions being asked from either side.

”I wanna cook breakfast for you in the morning.” He seemed nervous, like he had to work himself up to ask that. “What do you like?”

You felt giddy. “I like eggs, any type. Pancakes too, with crispy edges. And fruit.”

“Pancakes with crispy edges?” He was amused.

”It’s how my dad always made my pancakes growing up. Whenever I felt down, I would wake up to his famous pancakes with chocolate chips sprinkled on them.” Now it was your turn to play with his fingers.

“I can do that.”

“Well, to thank you, I’ll make you a smoothie. I’ve been told they’re the best in the world.” You say, brushing off your shoulder.

He scooted closer, just a tad. “Now I’m eager to try this famous smoothie.”

The conversation continued on for a little while longer, the two of you losing track of time getting to know the other.

When you both decided to leave, you felt a buzz all throughout your body. You had almost forgot that you weren't coupled up with him.

You got ready for bed with the rest of the girls, everyone catching up on how their chats each went.

“Sakari is actually so funny. Most of our chat was just me almost pissing my pants from laughing so hard.” Celina was removing the makeup from her face.

“He seems so cool. Saint and I had a good conversation, but it was a bit stiff. I gotta talk to him more tomorrow.” Mira adds, applying lotion to her legs.

Leilani chimes in. ”I had a similar experience with Jermajesty.” You really focus on the conversation after that. ”He seems sweet, and I”d be down to chat more,, but the conversation gave friendly vibes.”

She turns to look at you, “How was your guys’ conversation? Both of you were gone for a little while.” She gives you a smirk.

A small smile grows on the corner of your lips. “It was really good actually. I’d like to keep talking to him.”

Leilani smiles. “That’s good. I wanted to speak to Saint tonight but didn’t get the chance.”

The other gossiping continued, everyone starting to put on their cute pajamas.

You were at a dilemma. You didn’t really care for Kolby, so you were leaning towards wearing the old oversized t-shirt you brought, but it was the first night in the villa and you wanted Jermajesty to see you in cute pj’s.

Deciding to put on a nice set, yet not your fanciest, you made your way to the beds. You and Kolby were sharing the third bed, Jermajesty in the fifth. You wished he could at least be in the one beside you.

The guys were already settled in, with only a couple girls still inside the makeup room.

You had to walk past Jermajesty to get to your bed, his eyes following you as you got under the covers, hugging the small stuffed animal you brought from home.

Waking up to the bright overhead lights being shined into your eyes was not the most pleasant thing in the world. You were glad you made sure to put a pair of sunglasses beside your bed.

Saying good morning to everyone, the girls all made their way to the makeup room to get ready.

You put on a cute polka dot bikini set, letting your braids remain down. You’re in the process of applying some makeup when a knock is heard, asking if it is okay to enter.

Jermajesty emerges from the doorway, two plates in his hand. He puts the first one down for Leilani, who thanks him, before setting the other down in front of you.

“Scrambled eggs, some strawberries, and pancakes with crispy edges and chocolate chips.” He looks pleased with himself. “Oh, and I brought some syrup, I didn’t know how you’d want it.”

With a bright smile on your face, you give him a hug. The feeling of his bare skin of his chest sending tingles throughout your body. “Thank you. Let me finish getting ready and I’ll make you that smoothie.”

He gives you a warm smile before walking away.

The other girls are staring at you.

“What?” You ask, smile still on your lips.

”Girl you both whipped already.” Leilani says, popping a fruit into her mouth.

“It’s not weird right?” You say, wanting to make sure there wasn’t any bad blood forming.

She shakes her head. “Not at all. We spoke last night about it and we’re down to still chat, but it’s probably heading into strictly friend territory. Plus, I didn’t choose him.” She ends it with a laugh.

You give a laugh as well, taking a bite of your pancakes.

Fuck. They’re good. Really good. You’d propose to him right here and now if it meant you woke up to these pancakes for the rest of your life.

You quickly finish getting ready, bringing the rest of your food down to the kitchen. Jermajesty is sitting at one of the chairs, eating his own food.

You start to work on the smoothie in front of him.

“Ew. You smothered my perfectly crafted pancakes in all that syrup?” He makes a grimace as he looks at the last pieces of food you had left.

“Excuse me. I have it down to a science.” You start to add your ingredients to the blender.

“And what is that?” He’s amused.

“You have to make sure every pancake gets an adequate amount of syrup. So, you lift up each pancake and count to exactly 2.8 seconds before moving to the other. This creates the perfect balance of sweetness, especially combines with the chocolate chips.”

He silently stares at you for a moment. “You just saying shit, huh?”

You can’t hold back your laugh. “Yeah I am. But I do make sure every pancake is smothered in syrup.”

You shake your head with a smile and continue with the smoothie. When you’re done, you hand it to him, not bothering to taste it first. He keeps his eyes on yours as he drinks from his cup, licking his lips after.

”This is probably the best smoothie I’ve ever had.”

“Yeah?” Your smile is bright.

Ne nods his head once. “Yeah.”

A bit later in the day, you find yourself playing ping pong with Jermajesty, Sakari, and Evie.

You were brought into this game after laughing at how bad Sakari is, him challenging you to a ‘battle of the pong.’ His words.

It was him and Evie versus you and Jermajesty.

For all the laughing you did earlier, you sure were terrible. You tried pulling your weight, but you just flat out sucked. Jermajesty kept laughing at your efforts, encouraging you to keep trying.

It was safe to say both you and Sakari were on the same level of mediocre. Sakari had managed to finally hit the ping pong ball, sending it back to your side. You made a move to hit it, missing the ball entirely.

“HA! Eat my ass. You guys jer-suck.” Sakari punches the air, running around the table to emote on the two of you.

”Man I told you to stop with them shitty ass jokes.” Jermajesty swats him away.

“Yeah Sakari. You’re not jer-funny.” You break out into a fit of giggles, Sakari joining in, giving you a high-five.

Jermajesty looks to you in betrayal, “You traitor.” He manages to keep the sad look on his face for approximately 1.8 seconds before he breaks out into a smile, the gap making another appearance.

Evie chimes in, “Guys come back to the game, I’m ready to beat jer-butts.” That sends you and Sakari into another laughing fit.

“I’m done trying.” Jermajesty throws his hands up, turning to sit on the couch when his phone chimes.

The giggles come to a halt at that.

“Oh shit. I GOT A TEXT!” Everyone in the villa quiets down at that, listening for what comes next. ”Islanders, pucker up! Get ready to take part in a kissing game #NoKissAndTell #HotAndBotherd.”

Shouts echo across the villa. A kissing challenge? You guys all skipped the kissing for the first night, so this must be to make up for it.

The challenge didn’t take long to get set up, and in no time the girls were stood in a line with blind folds over their eyes and headphones blasting music in their ears.

You’re second to last, unsure how long it would be before someone got to you. The first boy who comes to you goes in strong. A little too strong.

You feel like your face is being swallowed whole by how open his mouth is. By the time he’s finished, you’re sure there isn’t a trace of any lip gloss on your lips anymore.

Once the boy is done, you’re instructed by the producers in your headphones to give that kiss a rating.

“Ummm…let’s just say that person seemed very excited and passionate. I’ll have to give it a 2/10.” You were trying to be a little nice, wanting instead to give them a big fat zero, but you didn’t want to bruise an ego too bad.

The next two kisses go way better than the first, you don’t feel like a tongue is being shoved down your throat. You give them a 7 and 8.

Waiting for the fourth guy, you’re bobbing your head to the music in your ears when you feel a feather light brush of fingertips on the tops of your thighs.

Your breath hitches as you still.

The touch trails upwards, until you’re lightly gripped by the neck, being pulled in for a kiss. It starts off slow, your hands going up to rest on shoulders, making their way to grip the base of the mystery man’s hair.

It’s a good kiss. A really good kiss. You hoped this man was who you thought he was.

The music blasting in your ear became unnoticeable, each one of your senses going to the man in front of you.

His left hand trailed back down your body, bending your right leg to his waist before you felt yourself being dipped down, lips still locked on yours.

You pull back in surprise, a laugh escaping you. You could feel the guy’s own laughter raking though his body, setting you upright again on your feet.

One last peck to your lips before he moved on.

You stood there frozen, blindfolded, and unable to hear the surrounding sounds.

Your heart was beating so, so fast.

Fuck. That had to be Jermajesty. You knew it was.

Your knees felt weak, having to really focus on your balance to stay upright.

“Wow, okay. I have like no words for that kiss. 10/10 no doubt.” Honestly, you would’ve gave a 12, 100, hell even 1000 to rate that kiss if you could.

When it was the guys turn to put on the blindfolds and headphones, you wanted to really put on a show.

You were last to go, nerves buzzing all throughout your body.

Walking up, the first guys was Sakari. It felt almost weird to kiss him, with the vibes between the two of you giving sibling more than anything else, but this was Love Island and you wanted the highest score.

You started with Sakari, moving on to Kolby. Upon feeling your presence, he immediately opened his mouth wide, sticking his tongue far into your mouth. Yep, you knew that terrible kiss from earlier was him. You guys truly were not a match.

You made your way down the line, with Jermajesty being last. You really wanted that 10 from him.

Stepping up to Jermajesty, you scratched your nails along his torso, starting from his waist up to his neck. You heard him hiss at the first touch.

Pulling him down to you, his hands immediately went to rest on your hips, playing with the strings of your bikini.

You made sure to bite his bottom lip, trailing your lips from his down to his jaw, playfully biting his ear before walking away making sure to cop a feel of his chest one last time.

You walk back to your spot with the rest of the girls on the bench, listening to your ratings. All around you got pretty high. But in all honesty, you really only wanted to hear the rating of one boy in particular.

“Delectable. Splendid. Would definitely try again. 10/10.” Sometimes he can be such a dork. You laugh at his answer, feeling giddy.

After the challenge, everyone is instructed to get ready for the night.

Coming down stairs for the first time, you’re wearing a fashionable dress, accessories to match, and your braids put into a pony tail.

You and Jermajesty walk side by side to the main table with everyone else, him complimenting your outfit on the walk there. You give him one back.

He did look good. Baggy pants, a shirt with the buttons halfway done, exposing most of his chest, and a chain around his neck.

Mira was the one to make a toast, wishing everyone a great and peaceful summer. You knew it wouldn’t go too far, this was Love Island after all.

Jermajesty pulled you for a chat by Say Less, closed off from the rest of the islanders.

“Did you know which kiss was me?”

You lightly laugh. “Hmm…I don’t know.” You playfully tap your finger to your chin in fake thought.

“I’ll give you a hint, it was the best kiss you had.”

“Ohh you’re giving yourself high praise, huh.” You shake your head.

”Don’t have to.” He leans back into the couch. “You did it for me, rating me the highest.” His was so bright, clearly feeling himself.

Looking back to him you ask, “And did you know which one was me?” You’re a little nervous when you ask, the slight off chance that he guesses someone else.

“I knew before you even touched me.” His eyes are on his lap, looking at his hands before making eye contact with you again.

Smiling back you ask, “What? How?” You scoot just a bit closer.

“Your perfume. I could smell it. Like almonds.”

Oh. You suddenly feel shy.

The two of you are silent for a moment, just staring at the other. You look down when it becomes too much, putting your focus onto grabbing his hand, playing with the ring he wears on his thumb.

You’ve never seen him with it off. “Is there a story for the ring?”

He looks down at it before throwing his head back groaning.

Now you’re amused. “I got it on a vacation with my family when I was super. My dad got one for him and my older brother, but it was too big to fit me so he wasn’t going to get it. I cried so loud until he finally bought it for me.” He winces jokingly, recalling the memory.

“It took years for the ring to finally fit, but since then, I haven’t taken it off.” A small smile forms in the corner of his mouth.

Giggling, you respond, “That’s so cute.”

He looks back up to meet your gaze before having to look away. He’s so nervous around you.

Clearing his throat and standing, he briefly glances back to you “It’s about time to go to bed.” He holds his hand out to you.

You take it, giving a light squeeze.

You both walk back, hand in hand, parting when you get to the top of the stairs. You going to the makeup room, and him heading to the bedroom to chat with a couple of the other guys.

You give him a peck on the cheek before you walk away.

You don’t see the heated look he gives you, hands flexing at his sides to calm down.

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[g1antgoodfish]

Caught in 4K — Jafaar Jackson pt. 2

part 1

Summary: after the events of your last interview, you and Jafaar are on a press tour for your upcoming rom com together

a/n: quick and fun part two for those who requested <3

wc: 1.1k

After the interview had fully ended, you tried your hardest to bolt as fast as you could.

As if sensing your attempt at escaping, Jafaar had caught up to you, asking if you would like to go for a coffee sometime.

You had told him that he wasn’t obligated to do that, still mentally cursing your big fat mouth for all the prior interviews.

He reassured you. He wanted to.

After accepting his offer, the two of you became quite close.

The Jennifer Hudson interview became very popular, with many social media outlets talking about it.

Your agent was approached by a movie producer wanting to capitalize on your and Jafaar’s spotlight.

They wanted you both to star in a rom com.

It took some convincing from your agent to agree, scared that you might come off as a crazy fan girl.

You’re sure you already do, but you didn’t want to make it worse or make Jafaar uncomfortable.

Surprisingly, he was the one who agreed first out of the two of you.

When you finally did take him up on that coffee offer, you both were reading over the movie script.

Conversation flowed easily and a friendship between the two of you began to blossom.

Going over to each other's apartments under the guise of practicing the script quickly turned into stolen moments between you two.

You can still recall the first time he kissed you. Helping you cut up some vegetables for the dinner you were making. You had been rambling about how badly the shoes hurt for your character’s wardrobe when he just leaned in.

It felt domestic. Like you two were together for a long time.

Kissing him became the most exciting part of your day.

You both officially put a label on things roughly 5 months after that interview.

So that leads you to now, a little over a year later after your first official introduction to Jafaar. You had yet to make your relationship open to the public, wanting a bit more time to yourselves.

The two of you were going on a press tour for the release of your rom com.

Both of you are sitting at a white table reacting to tweets about the two of you.

Digging into a bowl with multiple slips of paper, you went first. “I want to know what prayers Y/N said to live out all her Wattpad dreams.” With a grimace you responded, “If you count ‘blabbing your mouth without thinking of any further repercussions’ as prayers, then do that.”

Jafaar laughed at your side, slightly confused. “What is Wattpad?”

Snapping your head to his you answered, “Don’t worry about it.” He hummed in response. He’ll just look it up later then.

It was Jafaar’s turn to reach into the bowl. “Does Y/N still watch Jafaar edits?” He’s unable to fully get the words out before he starts laughing. “Good question. Do you?”

The smile on his face is bright as he turns to you.

“Guys can we PLEASE leave this in the past. I’ve experienced enough embarrassment for the rest of my life.” You groan into your hands.

You wouldn’t admit on camera that you still do.

“To be fair…it was all completely your fault.”

“No more comments from you.” You send a playful glare his way.

“Alright fine. I’ll leave the commenting up to you.” The grin on his face is oh so smug.

Gasping dramatically you retort, “You did not.”

The only response you got in return is a laugh.

Trying to change the subject, you rummage around for another slip of paper, hoping that this one is about him.

Reading it mentally before aloud, a smirk makes its way onto your lips.

“One of my new favorite snacks is zebra cakes.” It’s now his turn to try hiding his face. “Whoever said this, I love you. I’ve been trying to get him to bring back the striped pants for months.”

”Never gonna happen.” He mumbles out, still embarrassed, before side eying you mischievously. “You wouldn’t be able to handle it.” The grin returns to his face.

You just stare at him for his blatant flirting, unable to find any words to say back. You can feel your cheeks start to get hot again.

Grumbling, you tell him to pick another tweet to continue on. Defeated.

The interview brings fuel to the fire for your fans.

The comments full of people wanting to know if you two were together.

‘She totally still watches edits.’

‘I’m calling it now, they’re in love your honor.’

‘THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HERRRRR’

‘Petition for the striped pants to make a return’

‘Y/N was definitely the one who tweeted about the pants’

One of your final interviews of the press tour was the Lip Sync Battle.

Both of you had agreed not to go too hard, wanting to have fun.

Secretly, you wanted to mess with him just a bit. You made sure to attend all rehearsals and that wardrobe got your outfit perfectly correct.

On the day of the battle, Jafaar had went first, putting on a great performance.

You danced along off to the side of the stage, playing along whenever he made his way toward you.

He was good. Almost good enough to win, but you had something up your sleeve.

When you took the stage, you were hidden behind a wall.

The familiar instrumental came through the speakers, making Jafaar laugh instantly. Human Nature. The crowd went wild.

The wall in front of you parted, revealing yourself to the crowd and Jafaar. His mouth dropped in pure shock and amusement.

There you were, in the striped pants.

You put your all into the performance, pointing to Jafaar throughout. Making excessive butt movements to tease him.

He could only watch in amazement. Frozen, unable to take his eyes off you.

During your performance, you had walked over to him, barely able to remain in character from the look on his face.

You put a hand on his shoulder, turning him slightly so his back was facing the crowd. Confused, he let you.

You gave him a quick tap on the butt before running away giggling to continue to the show. A flush bloomed hard on his face, hiding behind his hands. The crowd got even louder at that.

Ending your performance, you posed before turning and jokingly shaking your butt at the audience.

It was safe to say that you won, your Lip Sync Battle going down as one of the greats.

[g1antgoodfish]

Love Island Summer- Jermajesty Jackson

pairing: Jermajesty x black! fem reader

Summary: you get chosen to be on Love Island USA s10 where you meet Jermajesty

content: inspired by serena + kordell (usa s6), indiya + dami (uk s8), jasmine + lorenzo (uk s13), grace + luca (uk all stars)

author’s note: i’ve been seeing lots of love island fics, and since i’m no longer watching the new usa season because it pissed me off, i’m putting that energy into this :)

word count: 1.5k

pinterest mood board for every islander aesthetic: here

Welcome back to Love Island USA, Season 10!

Walking into the villa was like a fever dream. You never expected the applications you and your friends had filled out one drunken night would lead you here. Really here.

You felt like you already knew this place inside and out, being a fan of the show since season three, yet here you were in person, feeling like you have no idea what you just walked into.

You felt excited. You were a hopeless romantic at heart, always reading the romance novels and watching the rom coms on weekends.

What better story than to tell your kids that you met their father on a Love Island. Wow. Love Island. You don’t think you’ll ever fully grasp that you’re really here.

You’re one of the first people to walk in the villa, greeting another girl on the way in. She walked with a certain swag in her step, long black hair parted in the middle. Gold accent jewelry. Bright smile matching your own.

“OMG, hello! My name is Mira.” She opened her arms to give you a big hug.

“I’m Y/N. You look gorgeous.” And truly she did. She wore a burgundy dress, hugging in all the right spots .

”You’re one to talk, you’re stunning. Wow.” You chose a light weight pastel pink dress that draped along your form, leaving your back mainly exposed. It looked like the fabric had fallen onto you just right.

You both walked over to the main table, popping open the bottle of champagne. The first two in the villa. You could tell this girl would be your ride or die.

The rest of the girls trickled in: Maddie Rae, she wore a teal dress that matched her bubbly personality, Evie, wearing green that complimented her vibrant red hair, Celina, in an all black sleek dress, and Leilani, wearing a warm brown.

You all made your introductions, briefly getting to know each other before Ariana Maddox walked in making her appearance.

“Hello Islanders!” You all greeted her back eagerly. “This year we are doing things a bit different to start.” The mischievous look on her face made everyone antsy.

“Oh fuck, we’re already starting.” Celina took a big swig of her champagne, preparing herself for what was to come.”

”I need all of you to step on a circle.” Ariana pointed to the ground in front of the table. Yep, there they were. Each in different assorted colors.

You each lined up: Mira, Leilani, Yourself, Maddie Rae, Evie, and Celina all facing the villa entrance.

“This year, we asked America to vote for the boy each of you will couple up with.”

What? You didn’t get to choose?

“The first boy to come out, pairing with Mira is Saint!” Each of the girls stares in anticipation. Out comes a dark skin man, bright smile. Goodness. If every man is just as attractive as him, then this will be a very fun summer.

Mira looks up to the sky, hands held in a praying motion, “Thank you Love Island.” All of the girls laugh, including Ariana.

After asking how each a few questions, Ariana announces the next man.

“For you, Leilani, the man America voted you to couple up with is Jermajesty!” Out walks out a tall man, little hair on his head with a smirk like he knows he’s attractive.

Before he fully reaches Leilani, his eyes sweep the rest of the girls, staying on you for a touch longer.

Damn. He looks good. Really good. You eyes stayed on him as he joins Leilani on her circle, standing on the side closest to you.

He looks to where you’re standing. Eyes raking down your figure and up again. Not being one to back down, you match his stare.

He’s going to be a problem.

“Welcome Jermajesty, how are you?” Ariana asks him.

“Better now after getting to see all these beautiful ladies.” Oh, so he’s a flirt?

He looks to you again, briefly, before trailing his eyes back to Ariana.

A couple more questions are asked before your couple is brought in.

A more slender white boy walks out—Kolby. His hair blonde and messy on his head. Okay. Not the type of guy you’d usually go for, but he is still handsome.

He walks towards you, bringing your hand up to his mouth to give a kiss. He’s sweet.

The smile on his face is boyish, intriguing. You were excited to get to know him.

Looking to your side again, you were met by the same brown eyes from moments before. Jermajesty.

Fuck. He looked dangerous. You couldn’t tell if that was good or bad just yet.

Next, Hiro was coupled with Maddie Rae. He was huge in stature with a smile oh so bright. He looked like a giant teddy bear. They seemed like a fitting couple.

Brooks, a brunette boy with a glint in his eye, was coupled with Evie. His answers were cheeky, showing he was probably here for the making out challenges.

Lastly, Sakari was brought out for Celina. He had funny banter and made Celina laugh. Yeah, America got that couple right.

After everyone was coupled up, Ariana bared her farewell “until next time.” So ominous.

With her gone, everyone went around to properly introduce themselves.

You made your way through each guy, giving a handshake while trying to get their names all down: Hiro, Saint, Sakari, Brooks, Jermajesty.

When you got to him, his hand lingered.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” His eye contact was strong.

“Jermajesty. Very nice to meet you.” His eyes scanned your face, almost as if committing it to memory.

There the two of you stood, hands locked, staring at one another.

The spell was broken by Mira, “Okay, girls, let’s go debrief.”

You took your hand back, slowly turning your body towards the direction of the other girls, holding his gaze until you couldn’t anymore.

The girls chose to huddle over the yellow couches, while the guys decided to chat over by the fire pit.

Celina was the one who spoke first once the girls reached their destination. ”Okay can we talk about how fine all these men are. Oh my gosh, Love Island did their big one this year.”

”Right, every single one is gorgeous.” Maddie Rae chimed in, her voice light and airy.

“Alright who is everyone feeling off first glance.” Mira leaned in closer to everyone, wanting to gossip.

Maddie Rae answered, “I think Hiro is so cute. And his arms are huge. I want to eat them.” Everyone turned towards where the guys were sitting by the fire pit.

Hiro was sitting down, leaning his arms on his knees, involuntarily flexing them.

Nodding your head, you agreed, “Yep. Those arms do look yummy.” While looking towards the guys you made eye contact with Jermajesty. Again.

You wanted to have a chat with him. Sooner rather than later. Needed to ask why he kept staring at you.

Evie spoke next, bringing everyone’s attention back to the topic. “Brooks is cute and I’m definitely interested in him. I also want to speak to Kolby.”

The group’s eyes all turned towards you, wondering how you’d react.

Laughing you spoke, “Okay guys lets go ahead and make a pact. This is Love Island, and we’re all supposed to explore every connection. So, as long as we’re open about who we’re exploring, it shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Oh thank God. I was nervous there would only be territorial girls on this island, especially so early.” Mira huffed out, making the group laugh.

“Yes! Like we’re on Love Island. I want to get to know Sakari, but I wouldn’t mind getting to know Hiro or Saint.” Celina giggled out. This is what the whole experience is about.

“I admit Kolby isn’t the usual guy I would choose for myself, but I’m still down to know him. I’d also like to speak to Jermajesty.” Glancing over again towards the guys to get a glimpse at Jermajesty again. As if feeling your gaze he turned towards you.

This game of eye tag between the two of you made you feel lightheaded.

Yeah. He would be dangerous.

A little more gossip with the girls before everyone dispersed to their couples.

Getting to know Kolby seemed a little more taxing than you were hoping for. Despite his earlier cute moment, he surely did like to talk about Kolby. And only Kolby.

By the end of your conversation, you were sure he’d couple up with himself if he could.

It was safe to say that you guys weren’t a match.

After your lackluster conversation, you found yourself in the kitchen, leaning on the bar facing away from the rest of the villa, stuffing your face with gummy bears.

“Hey.”

Turning quickly, hand and mouth full of the sweet snack, you saw Jermajesty leaning on the opposite side of the counter on his forearms, smiling at you being caught.

Quickly trying to swallow the rest of your snack, you spoke back, “Hi.” This was a great first introduction. Amazing. Splendid.

Laughing lightly as your expression, he lightly jerked his head towards the upstairs deck. “Can I pull you for a chat?”

“Umm…” throwing the rest of the gummy bears that remained in your hand onto a paper towel left on the counter, you finished your answer. “Yes, I’d like that.”

a/n: okay this first chapter might be a little rushed (mainly cause there are other parts that i am excited to write), but more fleshed out chapters coming soon!

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[g1antgoodfish]

https://www.tumblr.com/g1antgoodfish/821329195257987072/caught-in-4k-jafaar-jackson

is there gonna be a pt2 to this? it was too cute

i wasn’t thinking of making one, but i’m down to do it! let me get to writing ✍️

[g1antgoodfish]

Caught in 4K — Jafaar Jackson

part two

Summary: You’re chronically actress who gets caught in the comments of a Jafaar edit

content: This is inspired by that one KeKe palmer video where Michael Ealy surprises her while gushing about him (if you don’t know what I’m talking about, please go watch it. It’s hilarious).

word count: 1.5k

You were an actress known for being chronically online. It was common for people to see you in comment sections or making internet references that you needed mass amounts of screen time to understand. It helped you developed a strong fan base.

However, this sometimes got you into trouble.

After the success of Michael, Jafaar was thrown into the light, accumulating lots of fans. Edits of him on social media were a no brainer.

You, like many others, loved the movie and admired Jafaar’s dedication. This piqued interest led to you searching up interviews, following him on instagram, and even liking edits of him. It was safe to say you had developed a little crush.

Oh ok. You developed a big fat crush on him. But who could blame you?

Now, you were no newcomer when it came to following other actors and liking edits of them either. Yet, you tried saving the edits for your burner account.

Your mistake: you honestly forgot you were on your main when you liked the Jafaar edit and commented, ‘#needthat.’

It had only been a couple of hours when you found yourself being tagged in one video over and over. Curious, you when to see what all the fuss was about.

There, in a zoomed in screenshot, was the evidence of your careless mistake. The comments were going insane, calling you one of them.

Of course you felt embarrassed. You got caught. Badly.

There was no damage control to be done. Nothing you could do to take it back.

So, the only thing you could do in this situation was own it. Why not? You surely were not the only person to develop a crush on this man, and definitely wouldn’t be the last.

Your fingers flew across your keyboard before you even realized.

‘Dang it. You caught me.’ There. You didn’t make it that much of a big deal.

You didn’t think it would go much further than that. This would all die down and then you could return to ogling at your crush in private.

You were severely wrong. It became an inside joke with your fandom.

Any videos you posted, comments flooded about Jafaar.

If you went on a live to talk to your fans, comments about the edit would be asked.

It was roughly one month later on the red carpet. You were going down the line, taking questions about your new movie premier.

You stepped towards a younger interviewer. Her tone excited upon introducing herself.

The interview started off easy, just simple questions about how it was to get into character and how you think the audience would like it.

Towards the end, the interviewer had a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Oh no. I know that look.” You put your hands in front of you, taking a jokingly step back. “Go a head and lay it on me.”

She gave a laugh. “Okay. Social media has been in a frenzy about a certain video you were caught liking.”

You didn’t think that would ever come up in conversation. But you were one to tell the truth anyways.

”Oh my gosh,” your hands went to cover your face. Peaking out from your fingers you spoke again, “Yes, it’s true. I liked a Jafaar edit.”

“There’s speculation about a potential crush you may have.”

”Well…” you dramatically dragged out the word, debating if you were truly going to spill. Oh whatever, you’ll give some tea to your fans. You didn’t think the situation would get much worse.

“Oh alright, I confess. Yes, I have a big crush on Jafaar. I mean who wouldn’t. C’mon, have you seen the man, and I know I’m not the only one who’s favorite scene in Michael was with the zebra pants.” You gave a wink to the camera.

You didn’t mean to say that much, but once you started, you just couldn’t stop.

The interview didn’t last long after that, you having to go to the next interviewer. You bid your farewells and hoped that what you said wouldn’t come back to embarrass you later.

But it did. In fact, that interview was a huge deal. You truly underestimated the sheer power of your fan base. They started making edits of the two of you. In every comment section, people were stating “I bet she’s here in the comments too.”

You were definitely searching them up on your burner.

So yes, this inside joke had gotten even bigger. It wasn’t going to go away anytime soon apparently, so you just egged it on now.

During your press tour interviews for the new movie, you were featured on Wired for the ‘Web’s Most Searched Questions.’

You weren’t surprised when one of them revealed “Does Y/N have a crush on Jafaar?”

You were truly over being embarrassed about this situation now, immediately stating”

”Yes. Immediately yes. His whole demeanor and quiet personality. So cute! I would definitely trust him to hold my drink.”

A few people from the production crew laughed at your joke behind the camera.

“Have you seen anymore edits of him?”

Your head snapped from the board in your hands to who just spoke, “Of course. That one edit was not the first I’ve seen, but I’m usually on my super secret account when I like them.” You let out a laugh.

This was never going away anytime soon.

You moved again to remove another paper off the board, but stopped upon being asked one more question.

“What will you do if you meet him in person?”

“Oh I hope I never do. I’d be way too embarrassed.” Shaking your head and jokingly shielding yourself from the camera with the board, you continued. “I’ve spoken too much. I’ll just have to dodge and weave for the rest of my life.”

And that was that. You gave another laugh and continued on with the interview.

Unfortunately, you hadn’t known that Jafaar had been informed of this fiasco by his younger brother, Jermajesty.

He enjoyed every new update that came about, and even began following along with your career.

When his agent told him that he had been asked to surprise you on a talk show that you were going to be apart of, he quickly jumped on.

He couldn’t wait to formally introduce himself.

It was a week after your Wired interview had been released that you found yourself on the Jennifer Hudson show.

After doing your dance down the tunnel, answering questions, and giving stories about the filming of your movie, you were again asked questions about Jafaar.

You weren’t surprised though, expecting it.

You had explained to Jennifer the entire story again. From you developing a crush and accidentally liking and commenting on an edit of him from your main account.

“Honestly I just really admire how his dedication to his movie. The love and care that he went about with taking that role is so admirable.”

Jennifer nodded along, listening attentively.

A big grin pulled across your face, “Plus that smile is dan-ger-ous, honey!” The crowd erupted in applause, egging you on more.

“Whew!” you jokingly fanned yourself, “He could smile at me any day. He ‘got me singing, dum dum’” You started to dance a little in your seat, non the wiser to the man walking on stage behind you.

The crowd got louder. You mistakenly took that as them hyping you up.

You just kept dancing, still singing Jafaar’s song in the seat.

Movement in your peripheral caused you to turn your head to the right mid dance.

Your heart dropped. Right to your ass.

A gasp leaves your mouth involuntarily, a hand coming up to cover your mouth.

Oh no. No no no no no.

There he was. The man you’ve been speaking of in interviews for months.

You try hiding your face, but that doesn’t work. He’s still there, and can still see you.

He’s laughing, holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand. Your favorite flowers you had mentioned in an interview once.

You try running to hide behind Jennifer Hudson. Mortified.

The crowd is loving it, laughing at your demise. Your sheer public humiliation is overly entertaining.

Jennifer makes you stand, taking you to Jafaar. Your hands never left your face.

Using his other hand, Jafaar takes both of yours and lowers them.

The audience gets even louder at that, if even possible.

Your cheeks felt like they were going to burn off by how embarrassed you were. You’d thank the heavens if they opened up a hole in the ground that you would fall into right about now.

“These are for you.” Jafaar handed you the flowers, that smile on his face. The one you were gushing about moments before.

You took them out of muscle reaction. Meeting his gaze with wide set eyes.

“I’m so sorry.”

He just gives you another laugh, walking you to the couch with a hand on the small of your back.

The interview continues, Jennifer asking you questions again and you barely able to get out a coherent sentence.

Yeah, you’d definitely choose your words more wisely in the future.

next

[g1antgoodfish]

Call to the Throne - Jafaar Jackson

Pairing: royal! reader x prince!jafaar

Summary: After the unsuspecting passing of King Michael, Jafaar is next in line to take the throne. However, in order to be King, he must be married. You are called into a quick arranged marriage due to your royal background.

Content: arranged marriage, took inspiration from ‘Queen Charlotte’ and ‘Bridgerton’. light angst

w.c: 1.4k

Author’s Note: hey guys, please ignore any potential historical errors in this story, just wanted to make something fun and didn’t fully feel like fact checking everything lol. Also, ignore that Jafaar would not be the next in line technically :0

please ignore any grammatical errors

The quietness of the Entertainment District sat heavy. The news of the great king, Michael, had spread like wildfire. Nobody could believe it. A man as grave as the King had no place being taken from the land of the living. Cruel, truly.

The palace itself had never been this somber. There was always bustling for an upcoming ball, or common folk being invited during the day to discuss their problems to the crown.

Now? Utter silence evaded every room and every corner.

Overlooking the kingdom from his bed chambers stood Jafaar, nephew of the great Michael. Next in line for the crown.

He had no time to mourn, instantly thrust into his new role. Once the confirmation of the King’s death was completed, Jafaar was summoned from his own living home.

He had to make lots of decisions that day.

When should we tell the people? There needed to be a formal coronation, when should the workers start to prepare? The King was in the process of adding new buildings to the outskirts of the land, when would Jafaar overlook and sign the needed papers? Would he be moving into King Michael’s bed chambers, or would he like the servants to renovate another room?

Jafaar had barely been in the castle for a day and it was already too much.

He wanted to run away, mourn the loss of the man he admired most. He knew he couldn’t.

The lump in Jafaar’s throat that formed upon hearing of the incident had yet to go away. He didn’t think it ever would.

The coronation was set for the end of the week. Four days away.

However, traditions of the Kingdom are to be remained upheld. One cannot fully take over the crown, unless bounded by marriage.

Jafaar, unfortunately, did not have a partner. He had been much too young to be bounded to another for eternity. Yet, his summon to the crown rapidly sped up his process.

He didn’t get much say in who his future wife were to be, having to be chosen from a respectable family. He just asked the matchmaker that she be kind. While he wasn’t sure if he could love her, he’d hope to be able to have respect for his wife.

You were chosen on Jafaar’s second day in the castle. Your family had received the news and immediately jumped at the offer, whisking you away and telling you that it was best for the family. You weren’t too sure you wanted to believe that.

You knew of the Jackson royal family, everyone did. And while it was not ideal, it did make it easier knowing you were being married off to an honorary family.

The two of you only got one singular meeting before the wedding. You had arrived in the later part of the day, the process all being a flurry of rushed movements to ensure you arrived in time for the ceremony.

You were dressed in a magnificent pink gown. The embellishments on the corset were of the utmost detail. It was your favorite article of clothing you owned.

You wore it today hoping it would give you confidence. You weren’t sure if it was working or not.

Jafaar sat across from you at the dinner table. He wore a pristine red coat. Using it almost as a coat of armor. It had gold and black detailing, a Jackson family signifier. You made sure to practice your table manners, not wanting your future husband to be disappointed in your abilities.

The first thing you noticed was his kind smile, even if it did not fully reach his eyes. You could tell he wasn’t happy about this situation—who would be?

There was light small talk, two families getting to know each other. You didn’t add much to the conversation. Only speaking when spoken to directly. Jafaar was the same.

His mind looked elsewhere for the entirety of dinner.

Once everyone stood up to say their goodbyes and leave for the night, you made your way to Jafaar.

“I’m sorry about your uncle, and the situation you’ve been put in.”

“Thank you.” His head slightly tilted towards you. The tension in his shoulders released, just enough that you could see how much he appreciated those words.

“I would like to get to know you. I know it’s late, but…” Your voice trailed off, starting to feel stupid. You looked down, playing with the gloves on your hands.

“Yes.” His hands clasped behind his back. “We can sit outside. It is very peaceful at this time of night.”

So there you both were. Sitting on a wide set bench, staring out into the night. Each of your royal servants ten paces back.

Silence initially sat between the two of you. Comfortable. Soaking in the night.

Playing with the embellishments on your dress, you quietly asked, “What is your favorite color?”

A light chuckle his first response. “This is you getting to know me?” He looked to you, a small smile on his lips.

“I thought it would be a good entry level question.” A blush of embarrassment rushed onto your face.

He gave a hum. “Deep Red.”

“That is specific.” Now was your turn to share a smile.

”It reminds me of my uncle.” He turned his gaze forward, slightly towards the night sky.

”You really admired him a lot.” You kept your gaze on him, wanting to study every miniscule expression of your soon to be husband.

“He was the epitome of everything a man should be.” His eyes briefly shut, the moonlight illuminating his face. He looked angelic.

Another pause of silence. Not awkward, just calm.

“What is your favorite color?” He returned the question, making you smile.

He returned your gaze. You quickly deemed your gloved hands in your lap to be more interesting, too nervous to meet eyes again.

“Green. Back home, I had a garden. Not just flowers, but fruits and vegetables too. It was my favorite place to be. Green reminds me of it. It was everywhere.” The way in which you spoke gave way to just how hard this shift into a new life was for you. Yet, you never uttered a single complaint.

Jafaar understood. Neither of you sought out for this turn of events. Yet here you both were. It was comforting. Knowing someone else understood the feeling, even a little bit.

It made him feel less selfish. He found himself glad you were to be his wife. A marriage to you might be one of the brighter things he had looking forward to.

”Can I tell you something?” You found the courage to return his gaze. “I was terrified of today. Scared I wouldn’t meet expectations set before me. But speaking to you, I’m no longer scared. Thank you.”

He glanced away briefly before looking to you again, his own flush overtaking his cheeks. “I’m not exactly sure what I did.”

“Your presence alone is very comforting.” He gave you another smile at your proclamation.

“Oh. Well… I am glad.” His smile now showed teeth. You wanted him to smile like that more.

The two of you continued your conversation. One topic bleeding to another. You both didn’t learn everything there was to know about the other, that would take much longer, but you were no longer strangers. And that was a start.

Both you and Jafaar had lost track of time. The conversations could have lasted minutes or hours. It wasn’t until a yawn escaped you that the spell between you broke. Tomorrow was an early morning.

Jafaar slowly rose from his spot on the bench. He had gotten much closer during the conversation. “It’s getting late. We should be getting some rest before the big day.”

He extended a hand towards you, still smiling.

You took it. Your heart started to beat faster. You weren’t sure why.

He raised your hand up, giving it a light kiss. You wished you had taken off your gloves, wanting to feel his lips on your bare skin.

“See you tomorrow.” You turned, starting to walk away before turning back one last time. “I’ll be the one in white.”

He stands still, watching you walk away, even when you’ve disappeared inside and up the stairs. He stood longer than necessary, picturing what his life will now look like with you by his side.

And for the first time since this great travesty occurred, he was able to sleep peacefully.

[moonwalker1996]

Be easy with yourself today. Have fun… try not to cry… blast his music… watch his concerts… celebrate who he was… he’s no longer in pain, no longer suffering… he is free. Yet we will always miss him terribly. Forever the King 💜

[g1antgoodfish]

Retirement — M. Jackson

Summary: Michael Jackson is retired and goes on TikTok live

author’s note: a super quick fluffy blurb about how michael might be on a live talking to his fans because i’m sad about tomorrow.

Everyone knew Michael Jackson was not the tech savvy person, so it was a big shock to his fans when the notification “Michael Jackson is now live” popped up

Michael had asked one of his younger nieces for help working his way around social media. He had a small pocket notebook filled with instructions and tips on how to film videos, how to post them, and even how to go live to interact with fans in real time.

So here he was, sat at a table on TikTok live watching the influx of fans join him to watch.

His niece sat with him, off camera to make sure his live stream went as seamless as it could.

“Hi everyone. Wow, there are a lot of you.” He bent towards the phone, making the camera only pick up the top portion of his head.

A laugh off to the side was heard, “You have to back up so they can see you.”

Michael took the advice, making sure to put on his readers so he could read the comments:

”O. M. G. Michael Jackson is live.” He smiled after reading aloud. “Yes, I got some help from my niece.”

It was hard for him to read a comment fully, there were too many to single one out.

He was trying to read a comment when a cowboy hat and mustache popped up on his face, making him jump back a little.

”Oh no,” he turned towards his niece, “did I press a wrong button”

”No,” she barely got out from her laughs, “Somebody gifted, so it made a filter appear on you.”

”Oh.” He didn’t quite understand what ‘gifted’ meant, but he accepted the answer. He made a mental note to ask about it later.

“I just wanted to talk to you guys for a bit. People have been asking me for a while to go on a live stream.” He leaned a bit closer to the phone, making sure not to go too close this time.

”I love your Smooth Criminal music video!” He read aloud from the comment section. “Thank you so much. It was very fun to film. I see lots of people recreating my look, and it’s so cool to see each time.”

He was able to pick out another comment, “He looked so good in that video. That’s—“ a brief pause—“Day Day man F. R.?” Michael had already started blushing before he could finish through the comment.

“Umm, thank you. I do not know a Day Day.” Loud laugher could be heard this time off camera again.

“It’s pronounced ‘dada.’ Did they call you that?” Michael’s niece was now doubling over in laughter.

LOL’s and LMAO’s were being spammed in the comments now. Michael just looked lost, still blushing hard.

“They’re definitely gonna clip that.” His niece was wiping tears from her eyes, trying to reel herself in.

“What does that mean?” Michael’s voice gave away how slightly panicked he was upon hearing that.

Unfortunately that question only seemed to make his niece laugh even harder.

”I am very confused right now.” Michael did not know if he was going to get an explanation anytime soon. Instead, he chose to carry on and attempt to read more comments, trying to be more careful which ones he decided to read, or else he’d be ‘clipped (?)’ again.

It wouldn’t work either. Many clips from his live would go viral, but it was okay. Michael loved his fans, even when they were poking fun at him.

[g1antgoodfish]

The Start of Obsession — M. Jackson

Pairing: assistant! reader x obsessed! Michael Jackson

Summary: Upon first meeting, Michael takes a liking to you, and starts to fall into obsessive behavior

Content: stalking(?), not proof read

Part of being the “King of Pop” meant that you could ask for anything and nobody would bat an eye.

So when Michael requested a dossier profile on you, it was given to him within the week.

He first saw you working as an assistant for one of his makeup artists. New to the scene and the hunger of someone who couldn’t get enough of the industry. You were interesting. Something about you that made him need want to know more.

You were shy upon introduction. Most people were. Michael is an icon, a once in a generation—no, lifetime musical genius. He found you endearing.

The way you played with the necklace that sat so pretty right between your collarbones. The way your eyes would look down briefly while trying to hold eye contact, not quite succeeding. The way you bit your lip when you thought you said something too embarrassing.

His light tone did not encapsulate just how enamored he was by you. His thoughts quickly turning heavier, more possessive.

He justified his thinking in the beginning. He just wanted to look out for you. Someone who is so naive to this cruel industry shouldn’t be tainted by it. He would protect you.

He sat in his studio learning everything there was to know about you. How you grew up, the pets you had during your childhood, your favorite places to eat, and even the petty little boyfriends you had that never lasted long.

Everything about you was enchanting. The more he read, the more he wanted you. You were complex.

That alone made him fall deeper.

He went over the profile three times that night, knowing that this was definitely more than an infatuation.

He knew that you liked to go to a cute coffee shop before work every Wednesday morning, something to get you through the rest of the week.

It was hard getting there without sending a crowd of cameras along with him. He made sure Bill drove him in a regular, unnoticeable car. Just enough to give him a few minutes before he was caught.

He sat and waited to enter the building until you appeared and started making your order.

The sound of the door opening behind you didn’t make you turn around, but the shift in the air did.

Surprise and awe were all there was to see in your eyes.

Michael walked leisurely to you.

“Hi.” Just a greeting. But it still made you let out a shaky breath.

”Oh, uh. Hi.” Your smile was bright, curious, but oh so bright. “You’re here!”

Michael stared, a small grin on his face. “That I am.” He laughed softly.

“What are you getting?” He didn’t need to ask, he already knew your order. How sometimes you liked to change it up and try different things, but only on weekends when the taste of the drink wouldn’t impact your mood for the day.

“Oh! Um, just a coffee and a croissant.” Your smile still hadn’t left your face. He gave a light hum.

Michael took a couple more steps until he was beside you, speaking to the cashier, “Make it two for whatever she’s having. I’m paying for her.” He looked briefly to you. A small, almost dangerous smile appearing on his lips.

The cashier, awestruck at the man before them only nodded before ringing up the total, mouth agape.

You wanted to tell him that you could pay for yourself, but that seemed rude.

“Thank you.” Your tone light.

He nodded once. Then went to collect both of your things.

He had just enough time to hand you your items, making sure his fingers brushed yours, before a crowd swarmed the outside of the coffee shop. Michael thought he had more time to speak to you, without so many watchful eyes. He knew it was time for him to depart.

“I’ll see you at work sometime.” His gaze was piercing. One final smile directed towards you before he turned and walked away, fighting the mob of people that kept growing by the second. His seed had been planted.

You stood there, bewildered, still not knowing what just happened.

Once Michael got back to his car, he took a sip of his drink. Usually he wouldn’t be a fan of this particualr flavor, but this cup tasted like heaven to him.

This drink is how your mouth would taste for the rest of the morning. And that thought alone led to a flurry of ideas for the next time he sees you.

He needed to make you his. And that is exactly what he sought out to do.