backstory: marlon and reader find themselves with enough free time to kill while his brothers are out of the room
type: smut
warnings: marlon eats you out in “public” + descriptive + language
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You and your boyfriend Marlon were cuddled up on the couch while the others disappeared into the kitchen because Jackie announced that the food was ready.
You got up to stand but were pulled back into Marlon’s arms.
“I need you,” he whispers into your ear. Your head flips towards him. His eyes are pleading while his hands are tight on your thighs.
“You can wait, baby,” you say.
“Can I?” he asks.
“Yes, you can! Your brothers are in the kitchen,” you explain.
“We’ll be quick,” he motions towards the bath room. “They won’t know that we’re gone,”
“Marlon,” you sternly say.
“Sunshine,” Marlon’s fingers hold on to your jean skirt waistband.
“I’m not having a repeat of last time,” you swat his hands away.
“Only Tito walked in on us,” Marlon says.
“And he wasn’t able to look me in my eyes for two months!” you remind him. That night that Tito walked in on you and Marlon was embarrassing to say the least.
A couple of minutes pass by and his brothers still haven’t returned. You would be lying if you said you weren’t also feeling antsy.
You looked over and saw Marlon’s jaw clench while he was watching the movie. You studied his features. Those beautiful eyes and lips. He’s got you.
“Be quick,” you whisper.
Marlon’s head whips towards you. He gives you a wicked smile and lifts up the throw blanket, that he just swung over your body.
You arch your break and help him take off your skirt and panties. His lips kiss up your inner thigh and he plops a wet kiss on your clit.
“Right there,” you groan softly. Marlon’s tongue does wonders on you. He licks up and down, occasionally sucking on the peak. His nose is buried deep against your shortly-cut hairs.
You snatch the pillow from beside you and cover your face. Marlon laughs at this which sends vibrations to your soul. You take one hand and push Marlon’s face deeper into you.
You can feel his eyelashes bat against your skin and the tight grip he has on your thighs so he can hold himself up.
“You’re so sexy,” he says. You jump and squeal after feeling him bite your thigh.
“Fuck!” you squeal. He presses his lips together and starts to kiss your lips. Then he sticks his tongue out again and runs it up and down your folds. Footsteps sound throughout the hall.
You and Marlon jump a part. You’re quick to pull your skirt back up. Marlon wipes his mouth and plops next to you. The blanket is back over yours and his laps.
“Stay put,” Marlon says.
His siblings walk back into the room.
“Yall sure you don’t want a burger?” Jackie asks.
“Yeah, we’re good,” Marlon answers for you. You try to catch your breath without any of his brothers noticing.
His brothers continue to have conversation amongst themselves while hanging out on the couch. You adjust yourself to where you’re laying comfortably against Marlon’s shoulder until you realize that you’re panties are missing.
You scan the living room floor and don’t see them. You turn your head to Marlon and see him cheesing back at you.
backstory: marlon and reader during their honeymoon
type: fluff + spice
why is marlon looking like keith powers in that photo 👀👀👀
warnings: really spicy (smut) and language
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“That was such a Dad joke,” you tease.
“Was not,” Marlon defends.
“Was too!” you say.
You and Marlon had just tied the knot and found yourselves locked out of the hotel suite. You would think that after an entire day of celebration and memories (some more stressful than some), that your husband would have something as simple as the key to the hotel room.
“Key?” you ask.
“You have it, baby,” Marlon says.
“Love, I don’t have it,” you say. “Where’s the key?”
“Check under the floor mat,” Marlon recommends, he giggles after.
“It’s a hotel room…” you say, your eye twitches.
“Still check,” Marlon laughs.
“Marlon, everything isn’t a joke,” you say.
“Check behind your ear,” he laughs once more. He raises his hand towards your ear before you slap it down.
“We’ve only been married for a good four hours and you’re already pissing me off,” you mumble under your breath.
“Okay, I’ll look,” Marlon says. He pats himself down until he feels the keys. He holds his hand up motioning that he’s found them and unlocks the door.
“Finally!!!” you squeal. You run into the room and immediately hop on the bed. “My feet are burning,” you lay your body down, still in your dress.
Marlon comes behind you and removes your heels. He sits them down next to a spinning chair.
“Thank you, baby,” you say. He leans down and kisses the side of your foot. “Ooo, do that again,” you joke. You rub your eyes and sink deeper into the hotel bed.
Marlon kisses up and down your foot, lightly sucking around your ankle. You moan, pushing your foot more into his mouth.
“Your feet stink,” Marlon says. You roll your eyes.
“Shut up, Marlon,” you kick at his shoulder.
“Bar of soap is all you really need,” Marlon adds, pretending to gag at your feet even though his tongue was wrapped around your toes.
“Fuck off, I’m going to bed,” you flip him off and raise your body off the bed.
“Not so fast,” he says.
“What?” you ask, you removed your bracelet and necklace.
“Let me demonstrate to you,” Marlon looks up and down.
“Demonstrate what?” you ask. Your confusion only grows when you’re with him.
“How to clean yourself,” he says in a duh tone.
“That joke is so not funny and something you shouldn’t be saying to your wife,” you break him off, emphasizing on the wife.
He ignores you and takes your hand. He walks into the largely-scaled bathroom that has both a hot tub and a shower.
“Pick your poison,” Marlon says.
You look at Marlon out the corner of your eye and then back to your options. Is this man really about to convince you that you stink ON your wedding day? Why do you always pick the wannabe comedians?
“Shower,” you answer after a couple of minutes.
Marlon slides the glass door and turns the shower nob to hot. After a while, he places his hand underneath the running water to feel it warm up.
“Strip,” Marlon tells you in a British accent. He starts to remove his suit and shoes.
You giggle at the voice. You take your hair down and put it back into a tighter bun. You reach for the nearest shower cap and just throw it on. If your hair gets wet, that’ll just be a problem for tomorrow you.
“Help me,” you motion to your dress. You turn around and feel Marlon’s hands snake around your body and towards the zipper. He pulls it down and lets the dress fall to the bathroom floor. Your body is now completely naked. Marlon notes the fact that you didn’t have on panties on your wedding day.
“Ready?” he asks. You nod your head. You step into the shower first, Marlon is hot on your tail. He slides the glass door and presses his front into your back side.
“Someone’s eager,” you say. You can feel him getting harder.
“I just love you,” he says.
Marlon’s left hand rest on your stomach while the other creeps into your inner right thigh. Your head falls back to lay on his shoulder.
“You’re not gonna clean me first?” you ask. Marlon is preoccupied, his fingers start to toy with your clit before he inserts his index and middle finger inside of your tight hole.
“Right, forgot about that,” Marlon mumbles.
You arch your back a little, Marlon jerks forward a bit as the water rains on both of your bodies. He thrusts his fingers back and forth while your hands clench his thighs tightly.
“Too fast,” you moan, you feel your stomach getting tighter. Marlon ignores your pleads, he continues to thrust, your moans gradually get louder until he abruptly stops. “Marlon!!” you shout.
“Hmmm,” he hums.
“Keep going,” you beg. Your eyes are glued shut, the glass door is fogged. You feel the sweat on your forehead glide down your face. Silk press is screwed.
“What if I don’t want to?” he asks, he kisses your shoulder, licking bits of your neck.
“Baby, please,” you whimper.
Marlon yanks your hands to the side of the shower walls. He lifts one leg up and rests it next to the shower head.
Marlon brings back his two fingers and rubs around you before thrusting back and forth. He twirls his fingers while you moan his name.
Your words turned to mush and your eyes roll back to your head. Before you knew it, you were out of breath and sucking on Marlon’s fingers after you came all over them. You gag a bit because Marlon wanted to see how deep your throat would allow his fingers to go.
He brings your leg back down and helps turn your body around to face him. He holds you and kisses your lips.
“All clean,” he says between kisses.
“My stomach hurts, I think I have to pee,” you whisper into his ear.
WOULLLD it be crazy to ask if you can make the pervy bsf Jermaine headcannons into like a short fic?😅 like one where they get together in the end maybe? (Im not the same girly who asked for the headcannons btw !) I just saw their request and read what you put and happened to want more..? Idk I think smths wrong with me😭 it’s ok if you won’t !
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“Is my necklace crooked?” you ask him, looking up through your lashes. Jermaine’s hands reach down to fix the perfectly centered jewelry piece.
“Very,” he grunts. His wrist lays on your chest as fumbles with the necklace, making it worse. His arm pressed against your boobs.
“I’m so hungry,” you groan, still letting Jermaine fix it.
“What you hungry for?” Jermaine asks.
You look off to the side to think. Jermaine moves his arm back to his side.
“I don’t know,” you say.
You and Jermaine laugh together. His eyes faltering back to your chest while you laugh.
“I’m just starving,” you mumble.
“I can make you a grilled cheese,” Jermaine says.
“A grilled cheese?” you question. He shakes his head. “Okay”
Jermaine squeezes your thigh before you get up from his bed. While he leaves the bedroom, you fix the bedsheets from last night.
He let you spend the night. His excuse was that he didn’t want you driving back home late in the dark. (You live two houses down from him.)
———
You’re watching Jermaine as he places the cheese on top of the bread in the pan.
“Stop staring at me, you’re making me nervous,” Jermaine complains.
“I’m looking at the grilled cheese!” you defend. He giggles and places the sandwich on a plate. You follow him to a table.
He sits down first and you sit on his lap.
“Looks yummy,” you compliment. Jermaine’s hands wrap around your waist. “I want to sit by the pool after this.” you bite into your sandwich.
“Okay, we can do that,” Jermaine promises. He draws shapes on your back and has his chest on your shoulder while you eat.
After you’re done, both of y’all go outside and sit by the pool. You sit on your own chair.
“Come here,” he reaches his hands out. You get up from the lounge chair and sit on him.
“I have a question, Maine,” you say.
“What’s up?” Jermaine answers.
“Why do you let me sit on your lap?” you ask.
Jermaine is quiet before answering.
“I told you, it’s like a handshake,” Jermaine says.
“Then why do you always buy me things?” you ask.
“Because you buy things for people you love,” Jermaine explains.
“So you love me?” you ask.
“Yes,” Jermaine says.
“But we’re not dating,” you say.
“Yeah, you’re right,” Jermaine admits. The air is tense and you’re still sitting straddled position on his lap.
You and Jermaine stare at each other for a while.
“What’s on your mind?” you ask.
“You’re smart,” Jermaine says. “Right?”
You squint your eyes and tilt your head at him.
“Right,” you agree.
“Then tell me exactly what you want,” Jermaine urges.
“What?”
“You know what I’m saying,” he says.
His stare becomes more deathly. You lean in and kiss his lips.
“You haven’t asked me to be your girlfriend yet,” you pout.
“You are my girlfriend,” Jermaine pretends to act clueless.
“Like dating, Maine,” you say.
The pool waves sound and the crickets start to chirp before Jermaine says anything.
“Will you be my girlfriend?” Jermaine asks.
“Yes!” you exclaim. You pat his chest and smile brightly. Jermaine pulls you close to kiss your lips.
For the rest of the day spent outside, he listens to you rant about your interests with the occasional bouncing of his leg to hear you groan.
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THANK YOU FOR REQUESTINGGGGG <333 i had to make him semi-normal
backstory: tito’s brother suspect something weird is going on because of how happy he’s been acting lately. jackson brothers are heavily featured!!!
type: fluff
THANK YOU FOR THE REQUESTTT
warnings: none!!!
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It’s a bright and sunny Saturday afternoon. The Jackson brothers are spread out in different rooms of their house.
Jackie and Jermaine are laid-up reading magazines on the living room couch when Tito walks in humming to a soft lovey tune.
“She talks kinda lazy and people say she’s crazy,” Tito hums, walking past the couch. “I’ll be out, see y’all later,” Tito says, he grabs his car keys and wallet. The door shuts behind him.
It’s silent for a few seconds.
“Wait a minute, was he just singing that Rosemary song?” Jermaine asks Jackie.
“Mind your business, Jermaine,” Jackie says, not missing a beat.
“I’m not hating! I’ve just never heard him sing that song before,” Jermaine explains. Jackie keeps ignoring him. Jermaine taps the magazine cover still thinking about Tito singing.
“Jackie! Isn’t Tito acting a little weird?” Jermaine asks.
“No clue what you’re talking about,” his eyes are glued to the magazine.
Michael and Marlon walk in.
“When does that party for tonight start?” Marlon asks.
“9pm,” Jackie answers.
“It reeks of cologne,” Michael blurts.
“Tito just walked through,” Jackie says.
“Why is he wearing so much cologne?” Michael asks. Little does he know that just turned another cog in Jermaine’s head.
“Singing Rosemary and wearing too much cologne?” Jermaine whispers to himself. “Michael, Marlon, do you guys think Tito is acting weird?”
“Leave it, Maine!” Jackie interrupts.
“I’m not leaving it!” Jermaine shouts.
“Woah, what’s going on?” Marlon says, sitting down next to Jermaine.
“Tito is being weird!” Jermaine says. Jackie and Jermaine go back and forth on how Jermaine needs to just mind his own business.
“Don’t you guys think Tito is a little jollier than usual?” Randy asks. He closes the front door and walks into the room in the middle of the chaos. “I just walked past him outside and he was singing some song about how love grows,”
“See!!” Jermaine shouts.
“What you yelling for?” Randy asks.
“I said the same thing, Tito is acting weird,” Jermaine explains.
“And by weird you mean happy?” Michael corrects.
“Yes!” Jermaine says.
“What’s so wrong with that?” Marlon asks.
“When is Tito ever that happy?” Jermaine asks.
“Remember last night when his favorite song came on the radio, he was pretty happy,” Randy says.
“Whose side are you on?” Jermaine asks Randy, he backs off. “I’m not crazy and Randy sees it too,”
“Okay, maybe he’s been a little happier,” Michael agrees. “This morning he made his pancakes into tiny hearts,”
“And lately he’s been feeding the stray animals that he comes across,” Marlon chips in. The brothers are in agreeance with each other but Jackie is weirdly silent.
“Jackie, do you have anything to contribute?” Jermaine asks. Jackie exhales while rolling his eyes.
“Okay, I found a poem that he wrote,” Jackie admits.
His brothers lean in.
“It was a love poem,” Jackie continues.
“A love poem?!” Randy exclaims. “Tito has a lady?”
“Before me?!” Jermaine questions.
“Maine!” Marlon turns to him.
“No! I must meet this girl,” Jermaine says.
“WE must meet this girl,” Randy corrects.
“Isn’t that an invasion of his privacy? We should wait,” Michael says, shaking his head.
“How about this!” Jermaine starts. “We can go find Tito and this mystery girl and you can stay back and do the chores before Joseph and Mother get back,”
Michael thinks for a moment.
“Fine, but we must move in secrecy,” Michael says.
———
“You’re spoiling me tonight,” you tease Tito.
“Anything for my girl,” Tito says.
You giggle at that.
He pulls a flower from out of his pocket.
“It’s pretty,” you say.
“Just like you,” Tito says.
“You always say that,” you roll your eyes.
“I always mean it,” he says. “Are you cold? You can have my jacket,” Tito says. Your arms are covered in goosebumps.
“I’ll be fine, Ti,” you say. “There’s this movie at the drive in that I want to go see,”
“Let’s go, how does Tuesday sound?” Tito asks, he takes another bite from his ice cream.
“Amazing,” you answer. You take a napkin and wipe his mouth where the ice cream is.
While you and Tito continue to talk and enjoy each others time, his brothers sneak in. They managed to catch up to his car without making it obvious and are now crouched behind a tree and a couple of bushes watching the scene.
“She’s pretty,” Marlon says.
“Forget pretty, she’s gorgeous,” Jermaine says.
“And taken, don’t get any ideas, Maine,” Jackie sternly says.
“I wonder what they’re talking about,” Michael says.
“I could tell you,” Randy says. “You make me so happy! I’m so in love with you. Let’s make a hundred babies,” Randy mocks yours and Tito’s voices.
Randy’s brothers laugh at his commentary. They then awe when they see you wipe Tito’s mouth.
“We’ve been out for a good hour and you’ve yet to give me a kiss,” you tease, tilting your head away from him to fake hurt.
Tito chuckles at you. He scoots over and moves your chin to face him. You place your ice cream down and lean in to kiss him but you’re interrupted.
“Not so fast!” Jermaine yells. He runs from over the tree and towards where you and Tito are sitting.
His brothers run behind him to stop him.
“Jermaine!” Jackie yells.
“What are y’all doing here?!” Tito angrily asks. You sit there flustered while playing with the end of your jean skirt.
“We could ask you the same question,” Randy says.
“Actually no, we really couldn’t. We’ll be on our way,” Marlon says, he tries to push Michael to leave with him but Michael doesn’t budge.
“Who is she?” Michael asks.
Tito looks over at you. “My girlfriend,”
The brothers look you up and down before you say something.
“Nice to meet you guys, I’ve heard great things,” you sweetly say. You stand up and adjust your skirt. You reach your hand out to each brother and they shake it.
Jermaine stares at you.
“So you’re the reason why my brother was singing this morning,” he says skeptically
“I was not singing!” Tito defends.
“I’m a lucky fella and I just gotta tell her,” Randy recites while Tito scratches his neck.
“I love that song! Tito hates it.” you say, turning around and crossing your arms to look at Tito. “Every time I play it, you make me turn it off, pumpkin!”
“Pumpkin,” Marlon repeats. Him and his brothers giggle at the nickname.
“Honey,” Tito says, motioning to his brothers.
“Sorry!!” you apologize, you sit back down next to Tito.
“Sooooooo,” Jermaine says.
“So?” Tito doesn’t humor him. He sits down on the grass next to you both.
“How long has this been going on?” he asks excitedly.
“Alright, we’ve clearly over stayed,” Jackie says, flashing a smile at you.
“It’s okay! I don’t mind,” you say. “Do you Ti?” you ask, squeezing his thigh.
“Yeah, do you Ti?” Randy asks, sitting down next to Jermaine and reaching over to squeeze Tito’s thigh.
Tito glares at him but agrees with you and invites his brothers to sit down.
“I love your sweater!” you say to Michael, he looks down at the Mickey Mouse character on it and blushes.
“Thank you,” he shys away.
“Back to the good stuff, how long has this been going on?” Jermaine interrupts.
“6 months,” you and Tito say in sync.
“6 months?!” Jermaine repeats. “It’s been that long and we’ve never met this girl, what’s your name?”
“Y/N,” you answer.
“You’re perfect,” Jermaine whispers. Jackie hits his arm. “Perfect for Tito!”
“You’re not asking the right questions, Maine!” Randy interjects. “What are your intentions with our brother?”
“That’s a good one,” Jackie and Marlon agree.
“Uhm,” you start. You look over at Tito who’s giving you a look. “Hmmmm,”
“She’s finding it,” Tito says.
“My intentions are to love him and make him feel special,” you answer.
“If you were to date a different Jackson brother-,” Jermaine starts.
“Do not answer that,” Tito cuts him off. You giggle and lay your head on Tito’s shoulder.
“You guys are funny,” you say.
“You’ll get tired of it real quick,” Michael says. You smile at him.
“I really like Tito and he makes me very happy,” you say.
“She makes me really happy too,” Tito agrees.
“We know. Jermaine still can’t believe you were singing your way over here,” Randy says.
“I cant believe it either! Tito never sings for me,” you say. “I have to beg just to hear a little,”
“You’re making your lady beg to hear you sing?” Jermaine asks.
“Don’t you guys have places to be?” Tito asks his brothers.
“Not until 9pm,” Michael says.
“What’s going on at 9pm?” you ask them.
“A party at a new club,” Marlon answers.
“You coming?” Jackie asks Tito.
“Nah, ima miss this one,” Tito says.
“How come?” Michael asks.
“Me and Y/N are gonna hang out tonight,” Tito says.
“Where?” Jermaine curiously asks.
“At my house,” Tito says.
“Like the one we all live in?” Michael asks.
“Yeah,” Tito answers in a duh tone.
“Will the door be open, you nasty dogs?” Jermaine asks, eyes squinting at Tito.
Tito and reader have been secretly dating behind the siblings back. Tito isn’t ashamed of his family or reader but he just wants him and reader to be private and focus on each other. The siblings notice how “chipper” Tito has been, he’s always going somewhere and not telling anyone. This time they decide to spy on him. Tito and reader went out for ice cream and now they are sitting in a park cuddling. The siblings are spying on them, as soon as Tito and reader lead in to kiss, the siblings jump out like AH HA startling reader. Tito’s siblings can’t believe he didn’t tell him about his girlfriend but they are happy for him and now they want to grill reader and get to know her lol. Do you like this idea?
THE WAY YOUR MIND WORKSSSSSS OH MY GOODNESS YES!!! I had so so much fun writing this. 💗💗💗
Enjoyyyy
tito has a girlfriend - tito jackson (loverboy bf!tito jackson x gf!reader)
I will never stop talking about this or reminding all the amazing Black writers in this fandom just how talented, creative, and appreciated you are. 🫶🏾
Please keep doing what you're doing. Your stories matter, your voices matter, and this fandom is better because you're here.
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backstory: marlon is dating you but has agreed to having a pr relationship
type: angst
warnings: one person “dating” two people, breakup, marlon yearns
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Now playing “Push Me Away” (78)
These dreams I wish could be
“Who is she?!” you push once more after Marlon stays quiet.
“Joe says that I need to be seen with someone else for my public image,” Marlon admits.
“I am your someone!” you shout.
“Sunshine, you know this wasn’t my decision,” Marlon reasons.
“Yeah. I know,” you roll your eyes. “I bet you didn’t do much fighting for me anyways,”
“What is that suppose to mean?” Marlon’s eyebrow raises and he stands up from his chair.
“I’m calling you out on your bullshit,” you scoff. “You sit back and let people disrespect you and not you’re letting them disrespect me.”
The real you and me
Marlon constantly thinks about the early days before everything went wrong. How he would hold you when you guys watched movies or how he’d watch you pick out the flowers from the garden.
You were his lady and he was your man. The dream was to run off into the sunset with each other.
He misses you every day.
But now he has the newest rising star model on his arm while the paparazzi and fans take photos. The magazines love them together but she’s not you.
Sometimes he’d call her by your name.
That same night he left you countless of voicemails. He didn’t need to be drunk to send them. He’s been feeling this way since he broke the news to you about the publicity relationship.
I come running back to you
“Go home, Marlon,” you yell from your bedroom window.
“I’m not leaving until you forgive me!” Marlon yells back.
“Get comfortable then,” you bark. You slam the window shut and turn the lights off.
You push me away
“Why are you at my job?” you ask Marlon.
“To beg for your forgiveness, it was a mistake,” Marlon explains.
“Tell that to that new girl you got over there,” you laugh in his face.
“It’s all for popularity,” Marlon repeats for the millionth time. “It’s nothing, I go to bed and wake up thinking about you.”
“I thought that didn’t matter?” you ask. “That all you needed was me?”
“All I need is you!”
“Clearly not,” and you drive away in your car.
You push, you push me away
“So that’s it?” Michael asks.
“She doesn’t want me no more, Michael,” Marlon says. His eyes are red and he’s holding himself on the living room couch. You had called Marlon two nights before to break up.
“You guys were together for four years,” Michael says with a shocked expression. “All of that is gone?”
“I guess so,” Marlon says as he admires the photograph of you.
backstory: jackie plans a picnic for his lady (slightly bossy jackie and ofc romantics)
type: fluff
warnings: none
divider creds: @theo4reos @designlikenonsense
THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST!!! 💗
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“If any and I mean any one of you screw tonight up…” Jackie says.
“Just let us help!” Jermaine begs.
“We won’t mess up!” Michael adds.
Jackie looks at all of his brothers.
“What are we asking for again?” Randy whispers to Marlon, his brothers shush him in response. “Are we at least getting paid?”
“Fine, you guys can help,” Jackie accepts.
———
“Picnic blanket?" Jackie asks his brothers, notepad and pen in hand.
"Check," they all say.
“We also ironed it just like you asked,” Tito says.
"Picnic basket?" he asks.
"Check," they say again.
"Those cashews she likes?" Jackie asks. His brothers are quiet. He looks up from the note pad.
"Does she like beer?" Randy suggests.
"Were you dropped on the head as a baby?" Jackie yells. "I put you guys in charge of getting the supplies and you can't do that simple thing?"
"We got everything but that," Jermaine adds. "Oh and we also forgot the cheese platter."
Jackie rolls his eyes.
"Would you guys like a live performer at your date?" Michael asks.
"I'm listening," Jackie says, leaning over the counter.
"Me!" Michael says. Jackie's smile drops, he rips the paper out the note pad and tosses it.
"Okay okay okay," Marlon starts. "With or without cashews, Y/N will love the date idea."
"I want it to be perfect just like her!" Jackie says.
"I want it to be perfect just like her," Tito and Randy mock Jackie. The two brothers laugh to themselves.
"I can hear you," Jackie says, Randy and Tito freeze in their spots. "Let's just set this up in the backyard."
The brothers work fast. Marlon and Michael set up fairy lights and candles around the patio. Jermaine and Randy set up the picnic blanket and food.
"We're all done, Jackie," Tito says, patting his shoulder.
"Great!" Jackie says. "Everyone stay here. Tito, remember your lines," Jackie leaves the house to pick you up. He drives a couple of blocks down and sees you waiting outside your house in a pretty pink sundress. He hops out the car and runs over to you.
"Hey Jackie!" you say sweetly. You wrap your arms around his body and give him the tightest hug. "I'm so excited," you say.
"I'm happy to hear that, I can't wait for you to see what I planned," Jackie says. You smile up at him and give him a kiss on his cheek. Jackie takes your hand and walks back over to the car.
He opens the door for you and you hop in. The car ride goes smoothly. Jackie drive while his hand is on your thigh. You finally make it back to the house and the sky is dimmed. You two get out of the car and are inside of the house.
"Welcome!" Tito says, surprising both you and Jackie.
"Oh hey," you say. Tito grins widely. You look over at Jackie who's glaring at Tito to talk.
"Uhh," Tito says. "Follow me," he continues.
You giggle and follow behind Tito as he leads you to the backyard. You cover your mouth in shock after seeing the fairy tale setting.
"Wow," you whisper. "This is gorgeous."
You and Jackie sit down on the blanket. He places your feet on his lap and removes your heels.
"Thank you, baby," Jackie smiles widely at you, you pull at his ear. "You gonna feed me some grapes?”
"You can eat it off my body," Jackie answers quickly. You cover your mouth out of shock but before you can speak, a loud voice rings through the back yard. You and Jackie's heads flip to where the noise is coming from.
Michael is standing on a lounge chair singing.
"Michael!" Jackie shouts. Michael shushes him and keeps singing.
"It's okay, Jackie," you scoot closer to him and dig through the picnic basket. "Open," you say, motioning to his mouth. You feed him a strawberry.
"Save some of those for tonight," Jackie says. You give him a look before speaking.
“You still owe me my back massage,” you tease.
“I’ll give it to you right now,” Jackie raises his arm and turns you over to your stomach. He immediately starts to massage your back.
"Yes sir," you lift your head back and kiss his lips. "You've out done yourself with this one,"
“You think so?” Jackie asks while applying more pressure to your shoulder.
