author’s note: this is definitely gonna be a multi-part series, so i hope y’all enjoy. also didn’t proofread so sorry about that.
warnings: little bit of cussing, sexual innuendos, jackie being an asshole, small age gap(4-5 years) i think thats everything.
word count: 1900
y/n’s pov
“la’toya, are you sure this looks right on me?” you called out to your best friend as you looked at yourself in her oval shaped mirror that sat in the corner of her bedroom.
it was the summer time and you had just finished your junior year at north carolina a&t state university, studying biology on a pre-med track.
although you were now and college, you and toya had been inseparable since her family moved three houses down from yours five years ago. you were an only child, so you really valued the bond you both have. even though her brothers were practically considered music royalty, the jacksons always treated you like family. although their father, joseph, was always a miserable soul, everyone else took a strong liking to you.
mrs. katherine basically thought of you as a bonus daughter. janet enjoyed having you around, she always loved having another girl to gossip and talk to around the house. mike, randy, and marlon always enjoyed your presence when you came home for breaks, the four of you often having movie nights when you and toya didn’t have your own plans. jermaine always tried to flirt with you every chance he got, even though you shut it down everytime. you and tito loved having conversations about anything that came to mind and he even taught you how to play the guitar (after years of begging and pleading). although rebbie wasn’t physically there too often, she looked at you as another little sister.
there was only one jackson sibling that you just couldn’t crack the code about. the sibling in question? jackie.
at first, you just chalked it up to the fact that he was the elder brother so he had to have some form of seriousness to him. but it seemed like every time you came around, you were the only one he was closed off to. sometimes, he treated you like you were invisible.
“y/n, are you even listening to me,” latoya complained, which shook you from your thoughts.
“no, sorry.” “there you go getting lost in your own head again. i was saying that bathing suit is smokin’ hot and you’re gonna wear it.” you looked into the mirror once more. you wore a pink polka dotted halter swim top with the bikini bottoms to match. although you were usually confident, you were feeling a little self conscious at the moment to say the least, especially with latoya strutting around in a bikini that made her look like a supermodel practically. you were now twenty years old and your body has really developed. your hips were wider, thighs and ass were thicker, filled with stretch marks, and it felt like overnight, your boobs went from a c cup to double ds.
it was the only swimsuit you owned at the moment so it was gonna have to work. the two of you grabbed your towels before heading downstairs to the pool.
the sun glistening against your mahogany skin. y’all laid out your towels on the white pool chairs before slowly entering, your bodies tensing up as the cold water touched your warm skin. after a few minutes of getting used to the shocking temperature you both climbed into the inflated chairs that sat in the water and reclined, you backs facing the back doors of the house that lead to the pool.
“this is so nice, just you, me, and the pool to ourselves. now tell me, how fine are those men down in north carolina.” latoya said as she stared into the sun, black sunglasses covering majority of her face.
“girl, they’re fine as hell but so immature a good handful of the time. or just heartbreakers. that’s why i just try to keep my heads in the books.”
“yeah well that’s cute and all, but that degree ain’t gonna keep you warm and hold you at night.” “it might not hold me at night but it’ll make sure i have the money to let the heat in the house keep me warm.”
“you like it, i love it girl. you know, one of these days you have to take me down there with you. i love encino but my family be driving me crazy sometimes.” you chuckled softly. before you had a chance to respond, you and toya shrieked loudly at the feeling of ice cold water being splashed all over you.
“y/n! you’re back home!” michael exclaimed as him and marlon’s wet bodies rose back up from the bottom of the pool. you wanted to be mad, but they were like your annoying but adorable little brothers, who could stay mad for long? you embraced them both in hugs before hopping out of the pool to dry your hair off a little with the towel. your kinky coils becoming tighter from the moisture of the pool and the hot sun.
“theres the college girl, before you know it she’ll be out saving lives,” tito said jokingly before giving you a hug.
“well ms y/n, future doctor, my heart is nearly beating outta my chest at the site of you, i think a date with you may be the only cure.” you rolled your eyes at jermaine’s corny line.
“absolutely not, hope you feel better though,” you threw a playful jab at him before giving him a quick hug.
“guys where’s janet and randy?” “she’s out with mother, helping her run errands. and who knows what randy’s up to.” after finally getting your hair from soaking wet to damp, you laid your towel back down at the end of your chair before taking a seat. you closed your eyes and tried your best to sunbathe.
you couldn’t go back for your senior year without your nice black girl tan, courtesy of encino. you were relaxing for no more than two minutes when you felt a shadow blocking your access to the sunlight. you opened your eyes and saw jackie standing in front of you, in tight blue swim trunks that clung to his muscular thighs. his bare, caramel chest glistening in the sun, his abs looked like they came from the greek gods themselves. you couldn’t deny it, you had a slight crush on jackie. i mean the man is fine, it’s no denying that. but his demeanor often threw you for a loop.
“hi jackie, how’re you?” “i’d be better if you were sitting in my chair,” his voice stern and just two notches below a yell. was he serious? who was he feeling like?
“well hello to you too. and i find it funny you had dibs on it since me and toya were the only ones out here to begin with.” you snapped back, earning collective oohs from the rest of the boys, latoya stifling a laugh. you may be a little timid, but you weren’t going for anyone talking to you any kind of way, man or woman.
“listen little girl, you can either move or be moved. choice is yours.” “first off i’m grown. secondly, i wish you would.” you stood up, a few, well maybe more than a few inches, shorter than his taller frame.
“alright y/n, it’s not that big a deal, let’s go back in, i need you to help me pick an outfit anyway.” toya grabs your wrist and tries to lead you inside. you rolled your eyes at jackie before grabbing your towel and saying your goodbyes to the rest of the boys before following her back inside the house.
“your brother is such a dick, i don’t understand how you deal with him.” you said just above a whisper as you and her make your way back to her room upstairs.
jackie’s pov
“jackie, what the hell was that?” tito raised his eyebrow up at him in confusion and a little concern as he tuned his guitar.
you shrugged your shoulders before replying “what? she was sitting in my seat.” everyone stared at you, almost in disbelief.
you sat and thought to yourself, maybe you did come off too harsh. after all it’s just one out of many pool chairs.
“yeah jackie, don’t be being rude the future mrs. jackson. anyways, did y’all see the way that bathing suit looked on y/n,” jermaine gawked like a little schoolboy who had snuck and read a playboy magazine.
you rolled your eyes, but could help but agree to yourself. y/n wasn’t that nerdy little teenager that followed latoya around anymore. she was a grown woman that had the face and body to show for it.
you licked you lips as you thought back to the way her breasts sat up so high and perky in her tight, pink swim top. the way her ass jiggled perfectly as she walked away, filled with stretch marks, just how you liked it. you cringed hearing the way your brothers talked about her. truth be told, you been eyeing y/n since the first time she came home after her first year of college. she had truly blossomed into a beautiful woman. the only problem? you didn’t want to pursue it at the chance of potentially ruining her and latoya’s friendship.
“yooo, jackie, are you even paying attention,” marlon’s voice shook you from your thoughts.
“what happened?” “we played nose goes and you lost. so go grab the cokes.”
you sucked your teeth before hopping up from your comfortable position and heading inside. you grabbed five cold cokes from the fridge before shutting it back with your foot. as you placed the cokes on the countertop, you looked out the corner of your eye and saw y/n entering the kitchen. no longer in a bathing suit but now a pink maxi dress with pastel yellow flowers all over, hugging her in all the right places.
“hey y/n, can we talk real quick,” you said softly but firmly, trying not to add any more fuel to the fire.
“what, did you call dibs on these sodas too,” she remarked sarcastically. you chuckled slightly, rubbing your forehead.
“no, i wanted to apologize to you. i was a bit- well extremely harsh on you out there and i shouldn’t have been. i’m really sorry.” her eyes scanned over your face before she began to open her mouth, her lips lined and glossed up.
“i’ll accept your apology but jackie, you have to stop treating me like a nuisance or like i’m some little girl. i’m grown, i’m self sufficient and i take care of myself, so you need to show me more respect.” you paused, feeling kinda guilty. you never realized how bad you were treating her.
“okay little lady, you got yourself a deal. as far as the whole grown woman thing, you gone have to show me how grown you are one day before i believe you.”
“oh yeah, and how am i supposed to do that sigmund,” you laughed, this girl really does think she’s grown. she got another thing coming, she don’t even know it yet.
“i’ll let you figure that part out. and stop testing me, it’s jackie to you, little lady. now if you’ll excuse me, i gotta go. when you ready to prove how grown you are, come find me.” you said with a cocky smirk before heading back out to the pool.
'my eyes are green cause i eat a lot of vegetables'
backstory: jackie becomes jealous after a conversation shared with his father.
warnings: language, toxic, protectiveness
type: angst + fluff
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At first it was nothing, just him being protective. He would talk lightly of you when interviewers asked about his personal love life. Not giving them too much or too little.
“So Jackie,” The interviewer starts, questioning the older Jackson who’s been answering most of the questions. “With being the oldest and all, the leader, when do you find time for yourself?” The interviewer questions.
“Well, I like to ride my motorcycle or drive around, just to relax,” Jackie answers
“And go on double dates with me and Tito.” Jermaine adds on. Tito’s laugh trickles in.
Jackie side eyes his brothers before looking back over to the interviewer.
“Oh, so is this true? Is there a lady in your life?” The interviewer asks him
The room goes quiet. Everyone turns to him.
“Yes, there is,” Jackie confirms.
“Well what’s she like? Tell us more,” the interviewer asks him, practically begging to see the insight on Jackie’s relationship.
“Very sweet girl,” He says in his quiet manner.
Or when he in modern terms “soft launch” you.
The world was in a frenzy, wondering who the mystery girl that had Jackie blushing before and after interviews/shows was.
They finally got a glimpse of you the day you asked Jackie for ice cream. He grabbed your hand, pulled you into the car, and drove you to your favorite ice cream parlor.
Both of you hopped out the car wearing nearly matching outfits (unplanned by the way) and ordered ice cream.
Soon, photos of you and Jackie sitting on the bench and laughing with each other while the ice cream was melting were the cover of all magazines and tabloids.
When interviewers or fans came up to ask for something, he’d sternly but politely shoo them away. It was y'all's day. Jackie made sure of it.
There was also this time when he invited you over to the family’s house for a pool day. You walk in, wearing a two piece bikini with shorts covering the bottoms, small orange plumps to match the bikini.
“Hey doll,” Jackie says, his huge hands holding your waist steady to give you a kiss.
“Hi babe,” You say in between kisses. “Missed you,” you tell him. He pulls away and brings his hands into yours. The two of you walk inside the house.
“How’s your day going?” You ask him.
“Busy, but good. I bought you all your favorite snacks and I have an umbrella outside for you,” he tells you.
“You’re the best,” You say. Adjusting your sunglasses to sit on top of your head. You guys continue to walk through the house, but are stopped by the entire family.
“Hey Y/N,” Marlon and Randy shout in perfect sync, running out the door towards the pool.
“Hey guys!” You say back. Michael gives you a smile and follows behind them. Tito is on the couch eating while Jermaine gives you a wave.
You say your hellos to the boys mother and stop once you feel the immense stare of Joseph.
“I’ll meet you outside,” You tell Jackie, silently motioning over to the stare Joseph is giving you. He shakes his head in response and you follow behind the other boys.
Once you're outside, you see the bright yellow umbrella Jackie was mentioning, you walk towards it and plop down on the lounge chair, removing your shorts and shoes.
“Isn’t she gorgeous?” Randy asks Marlon and Michael. “She’s like the girls on the magazines,” He continues.
“Nah man, she’s movie star pretty,” Marlon tells Randy. The three boys shamelessly admire you as fix your bra strap and interlock your fingers over your stomach.
“Good fish,” Michael mutters under his breath.
“What does that even mean?” Randy asks his brother, breaking the stare from you.
“Mikes right, look at her,” Marlon agrees.
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Inside the house, Joseph pulls Jackie to the side.
“Yes Joseph?” Jackie asks. Hands behind his back, standing up straight.
“What did I say about bringing that girl over here?” Joseph asks him. Jackie looks away and scratches the nape of his neck. “Boy when I’m talking to you, you look at me,” Joseph raises his voice.
Jackie looks him dead in his eyes.
“What did I say about-” Joseph starts.
“I know what you-”Jackie cuts him off.
“Boy, I wish you would cut me off!” Joseph says, getting closer to Jackie.
“I know what you said and I’m not doing it. She’s my girl, she goes where I go.” Jackie quietly but sternly tells Joseph.
“Oh, that’s real tough of you huh, mister tough guy over?” Joseph says with a loud laugh, mocking his son.
Jackie immediately glues his eyes to the floor.
“Listen here tough guy,” Joseph starts.
The hands behind Jackie’s back immediately start to pick at his nail bed, clearly anxious.
“I know girls like her and I’ll tell you firsthand she’s a tramp. She only with you for fortune and fame, the next hot thing will also sweep her off her feet.” Joseph tells him.
“That’s not true, Joseph,” Jackie says, louder this time.
“And you letting her walk around with these skimpy outfits,” Joseph adds.
“I can fight,” Jackie says.
Jackie stares him straight in the eyes. It feels like hours before one of them speak again. He laughs louder this time. “You can fight huh?” Joseph asks mockingly, then straight faced.
“She’s gonna leave you,” Joseph tells him with another wicked laugh following. He walks away, leaving Jackie stuck in his thoughts.
Jackie goes the long way to avoid his father and walks outside to where you’re laid back at.
“Wanna go for a quick drive around the neighborhood?” Jackie asks.
“Sure, what’s on your mind?” You question him, as he takes your hand.
And the time where he almost went to jail after a random guy at a club got too close.
You were already well annoyed with Jackie. He kept saying how short the dress was or how maybe you both should have just stayed inside and relax, put on your favorite movie.
You brush him off, blaming his change of attitude on the recent tours. The two of you walk into the club hand in hand.
You spot some of your friends and walk over to them, breaking away from Jackie’s touch. You and your friends get slightly tipsy and start dancing.
A guy from afar admires you and walks over. You greet him but he does all the talking. He’s asking you about your personal life and blah blah blah.
You start looking around for your boyfriend, bored of the conversation, until his hand wraps around your waist. You cringe loudly from it but then you hear a yell come from the man and as you turn your head, you see him on the floor, with your much bigger boyfriend on top of him, punching him over and over.
“JACKIE!” you yell. Attempting to pull him off but he won’t budge.
“Don’t look at her, don’t talk to her, don't touch her, don’t even think about her,” Jackie yells down at the practically unconscious man between punches. Security guards pull Jackie off him and cameras flash.
Your boyfriend has bloody knuckles and an irregular heart beat. He drives you both back to his place, complaining about how charges might be pressed.
“You seriously can’t be asking why Jackie, you almost killed him,” you tell your boyfriend.
“He kept bothering you,” Jackie says lightly.
“So that gave you the right to put a man in a hospital?” you ask.
“Well, maybe if you would’ve worn a different dress-“ He starts, but you’re quick to cut him off.
“What is your f*** problem?!” You yell at him. “What am I, five???” You ask him.
“Stop acting like it then!” He tells you.
“Stop treating me like one!” You hop out of the car and slam the door.
He hops out behind you and follows hot on your tail.
“Don’t slam my door!” He tells you.
“Sorry, just doing typical five year old behavior” you say. Taking the key from underneath the floor mat and unlocking the door.
And there was this one time when you officially had enough.
Your boyfriend was being distant. Not in the sense that he was flat out ignoring you. It was the opposite actually. In places where he would hold your hand, he held your waist, grip getting tighter. Or whenever he is given any time to yap about you, he only said one vague sentence or word.
In recent interviews about the newly announced tour, he would be asked questions about the big fight between him and another man.
He’d shrug his shoulders and change the topic.
The two of you stopped going out in public with eachother, instead doing at home or secluded dates.
But the icing on the cake was when he secretly was on the line when you and your friend were calling.
“Me and Jackie haven’t been the same lately, so I gotta brainstorm ideas,” You tell your best friend. The spark isn’t gone, but something is different. “Him and Joseph have been talking more. Even his brothers have noticed,” You ramble.
Jackie has already heard the phone ring upstairs from his bedroom, wondering what the conversation you’re having was about.
Joseph’s words replaying in his head.
“She’s gonna leave you”
So Jackie thought, “it’s only for a couple seconds” so he picks up the wired phone and listens in on the conversation you're having.
“I don’t know girl he sounds good to me, and he looks good too,” She says, half listening, half painting her nails.
Jackie furrows his brows. “Who looks good?” He thinks to himself.
“You think any big feet and muscled man looks good,” you tell her.
“Big feet and muscles?” He wonders.
“Well am I wrong?” She asks. You laugh and continue on with your train of thought. “Look, you deserves this. Especially since Jackie practically got you locked away in the house like some type of princess,” Your best friend jokes?
Jackie rolls his eyes at the sound of your friends agitating voice but also getting increasingly upset. “Do I have her locked away?”
“I don’t know. Things just have to change. Soooo, I’m going to bring him out to a lunch on the beach. I have this really cute sundress and I already know how Ima style my hair,” You say to your best friend.
“Oooh girl, bring some wine, that’s his favorite,” Your best friend says. You roll her eyes at her comment cause that is definitely not Jackie’s favorite.
“I don’t like wine” Jackie thinks.
“It’s happening tonight! And the sun will set so beautiful, everything will be back to normal!” You exclaim happily.
“Tonight? Back to normal? She’s hanging out with an old boyfriend” Jackie tells himself after placing the phone back down.
For the rest of the day, he distances himself from you. He doesn’t talk, he doesn’t eat, he’s a robot running off anger.
Hours later, he finally walks back up to y'all's shared bed room and finds you putting the finishing touches on your outfit.
"I was just about to go find you!" you say with a smile on your face. "Okay! So, listen I have-" you start.
"No, I’ve heard enough." Jackie rudely cuts you off. You freeze while smoothing down your sundress.
"What?" you ask confused.
"I can’t believe it." Jackie says. He rubs his hands together and shakes his head. You tilt your head at him.
"Uhhh… it’s just a simple," you slowly say, he cuts you off again.
"Date?"
You groan and roll your eyes, cursing the air.
"I swear! Michael and Marlon can’t keep a secret to save their own lives." you complain. You cover your eyes and throw your head back out of frustration.
"My brothers knew you were cheating on me?!" Jackie shouts.
You freeze in front of him. Moving your hands from your eyes.
"Didn’t think I’d find out huh? Is that why you’re all dressed up?" Jackie accuses.
"Wait, what? Jackie-" you say.
“I can’t believe it, Joseph was right.” He starts to pace. You scoff.
“What are you talking about Jackie?” you ask him.
“I heard the conversation!” Jackie says.
“What conversation?!”
“Between you and that girl I keep telling you to stop hanging out with.” Jackie starts flapping his hands.
You shoot him a confused look but then remember you and your best friends conversation earlier.
Your confused face turns to anger.
“I can’t believe it Jackie.” You start. “You eavesdropped on me and my friend’s conversation, you jerk!” You tell him.
“Don’t turn this back around me, I did it for a good reason!” He tells you.
“And what was that reason??” You ask. He gives you a glare and shakes his head, tongue poking through his mouth.
“So who’s the new guy huh?” He asks you.
“There is no new guy!,” you tell him.
“Oh really?” He asks. “Big feet, huge muscles, loves wine, you both need this, it’s for the best.” He goes on and one, more and more mocking you and your friends voices.
“You Jackie! He’s you!” You yell.
He freezes and rolls his eyes.
“I don’t like wine,” he tells you
“I didn’t say you did,” You say back. He looks down at his feet. “And your feet are huge,” you continue.
“I don’t have you locked away in the house all day,” He adds.
“Yes, you do,” you say bluntly. You both stare at eachother, the silence is deafening.
“Jackie.” You say. He doesn’t look up, still staring the floor down. “You’ve been treating me differently for the past few weeks.” You start.
He finally looks up and meets your eyes.
“Explain.” You say.
“I can’t,” He says.
“Yes, you can,” you tell them. He breathes in a shaky breath and starts.
“There’s this constant weight on my shoulder,” Jackie explains to you.
“What constant weight?” You ask.
“That you’re gonna leave me!” He exclaims.
“Why would I leave you Jackie?!” you yell.
“Joseph said you would!” he finally admits.
Your anger is quickly wiped off your face. You take a deep breath in and out.
“Jackie, you know that’s not true,” you say softly.
“No, I don’t,” he tells you. You frown and walk closer to him.
"Jackie.." you whisper. You see his face scrunch up, his sits down on y'all's shared bed and holds his face in his hands. You're quick to his side. You rub his back softly with the palm of your hand.
“You were there for me when I was nobody.” Jackie admits. “You’ve seen it all.”
“Exactly Jackie, does a person who doesn’t love you stay after all of that?” you start. “I have to sit and listen to your brothers argue about nothing, the long lonely nights while you’re rehearsing or touring, missed plans?”
Jackie stays quiet, it’s always scary when he does. He’s normally overthinking.
“Because you’re supposed to,” Jackie says.
“Nope, because I want to. I love you.” you attempt to convince him. He doesn’t look up from the ground. “You’re letting him get into your head, Jackie.” you say
“No, I’m not.” Jackie says.
“He’s wrong.” you say.
“Joseph is never wrong.” Jackie mumbles. Now it’s your turn to be quiet. Jackie looks up at you.
“You know what hurts the most?” you ask Jackie. “Not once did you ever ask me how I was feeling.”
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“If I was unhappy in our relationship.” you say. “Instead you decided for me.”
“I was trying to protect us.”
“From what Jackie?” you ask him. He doesn’t answer.
“Jackie, you need to talk about your feelings.” you say. “You have to.”
You take his face into your hand, wiping his eye.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, pulling away to wipe his face. “I want to be strong for you.” Jackie says.
“You are strong.” you reassure.
“I’m sorry for the phone call and the fights and” Jackie starts. “And for treating you like you were already gone.”
“I care about you Jackie,” you say. “We will be just fine.”
He brings his head to yours. You hold his hands, giving him a soft kiss on his cheek.
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"So Jackie! Still with that sweet girl?" the inteviwer asks. Jackie smiles.
"Yes." Jackie says proudly.
"You think she'll stick around?" he asks.
"I know she will," Jackie says with confidence, he glances off stage to where you're standing at.
You smile back and blow him a kiss. He pretends to catch it.
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EEEE I LOVED MAKING THIS ONE!!!
Game Night 3 will be out no later than this Friday!!!
author’s note: i hope y’all enjoy this second part. i think i’ma make another part of this, hopefully next week. also let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list if you’re not already tagged. for dialogue:
you=pink
jermaine=orange
jackie=green
tito=red
michael=blue
word count: 2452
warnings: SMUT (MDNI) penetration (p in v), cheating, cussing.
friday night
you sprayed your vanilla musk scented perfume across your collarbone and some behind your ears. you sat it back down at the vanity in front of you before admiring yourself in the mirror. you wore a black gown, encrusted with diamonds all over with a slit that started at your right thigh. as if you couldn’t get enough, you wore a diamond crusted necklace, that hugged your cleavage perfectly, with the earrings to match.
your hair was blown out and filled with layers and curls that framed your face perfectly. you began to beat your face, going for a natural but noticeable makeup look for tonight. after all, it was your anniversary. you applied your finishing touches to your makeup before grabbing your white mink fur to drape around your shoulders. you slipped on your black stiletto pumps before grabbing your clutch and making your way down the steps of the hayvenhurst family compound.
as you waltzed down the stairs, their stood michael, tito, and jackie at the grand entrance of the house, their mouths agape as they saw you.
“whoa y/n, you look incredible,” michael exclaimed as he ran to embrace in a big hug, nearly knocking you down in the process. you couldn’t help but laugh.
“maine is gonna be a happy man tonight, you clean up good girl,” tito exclaimed before he hugged you as well.
“hey y/n, you look very beautiful,” jackie said as he embraced you, his hands stopping just right before your butt. as he released you from his warm embrace, he planted a kiss on your cheek, which made your entire face heat up. it had only been a day since your secret rendezvous. twenty-four hours felt like eternity since you had jackie’s mouth around your dripping pussy. twenty-four long hours since you felt his touch exploring all over your body.
mike and tito complimented you once more before they said their goodbye, heading off to go explore new melodies on tito’s guitar. which left only you and jackie in silence. but not an awkward silence, like both of you had something to get off your chests but too scared to ruin the moment.
“where’s your date?” he teased as if you were going out with a total stranger. you rolled your eyes and let out a chuckle.
“he’s meeting me at the restaurant.” “meeting you? if you were my woman, i wouldn’t wanna be an inch away from you. especially with how sexy you look tonight. also if you were my woman, i wouldn’t want you traveling by yourself at night.” see! he did it again, twice at that. if you were his woman? what was he really saying to you?
“jackie it’s no big deal, i’m a big girl, i can handle myself. now are you gonna be a gentleman and walk me to the car or do i have to be your woman to get those special privileges.” you said with as smirk, earning a hearty laugh from him. he opened the door allowing you to step out before walking hot on your trail. you reached the limo.
he opened the door before softly grabbing your hand, allowing you to step in before he hopped in next to you. you looked at him with a puzzled expression.
“jackie, what do you possibly think you’re doing?” “i just wanna make sure you get there in one piece that’s all. what kind of man would i be sending a lady off all by herself.” he couldn’t even hide the disses towards jermaine. you laughed but then it made you think about you and jermaine’s relationship at the moment.
you watched out the window at all the skyscrapers and bright lights that filled the dark night sky. you looked over when you felt jackie’s warm hand on your thigh that stuck out from your dress. he rolled up the partition with his other.
“well aren’t you a little handsy tonight.”
“don’t act like you didn’t miss my touch. i know you did.” his sheer confidence nearly floored you. not because of how bold he was being but how accurate his statement was.
“and how do you know,” you said just above a whisper. the tension was so thick between the two you, it would take multiple knife attempts to cut it.
“cause i missed your touch too. the way you gripped my hair with your fingers and gripped yourself around my fingers when i was inside of you. the way your eyes rolled when you reached your peak.” your breath hitched as he began rubbing circles around your thigh with his palm.
you felt the limo come to a complete stop. you looked out the limo and saw the fancy steakhouse that your reservations were at. jackie opened his store quickly and hopped out. he raced over to your side of the car to let you out.
he walked you to the door of the restaurant before beginning to departing ways. you walked into the restaurant and told them the name for your table reservation. once you arrived at the table and sat down, you saw a bouquet of pink peonies, you favorite. you inhaled them and smiled. you picked the note of from the card holder and read it.
“for a beautiful woman, inside and out.” j. jackson
maybe you were being to hard on jermaine and not giving him enough credit. deep down, he truly was a sweet soul.
you glanced over the menu as the waiter bought you over a bottle of ice cold champagne, pouring some into your flute before sitting into the ice bucket in the middle of your table.
you glanced at the clock on the wall closest to you and saw that it was a quarter after eight. maybe he was just caught in traffic? you ordered a small caesar salad and the steak and chicken pasta since hadn’t ate all day. the next time you glanced up at the clock it read 8:30, now you were worried. was he hurt somewhere and you didn’t know?
you drunk a couple more glasses of champagne to try and calm your nerves. the next time you looked up, the clock read 8:50, you couldn’t believe that bastard stood you up.
you got up from your booth with your flowers and clutch and headed outside. you tried not to cry because you didn’t wanna mess up your make up but you couldn’t stop the water works from flowing down your face. you began walking down the quiet street.
the people you brushed past looking at you with concern and pity from your tears. you began slowing down as you heard your name being called by a voice you knew all too well. a voice you were kind of relieved to hear. jackie’s.
“y/n what’s wrong.” he ran up to you and examined your face filled with tears. you shook your head no, trying not to make it a big deal. you hated for people to see you crying. unfortunately for you, jackie stopped you completely in your tracks like an immovable force.
“i don’t wanna talk about it. i just wanna go home.” you sobbed as you tried to go around him once more but her grabbed you by your waist to stop you.
you tried to talk but no sound came from your mouth. you burst out to even more tears, laying your head on jackie’s chest. he embraced you while rubbing your back to sooth you. you two remained like this for a few minutes before he finally convinced you to hop into the limo. he rolled up the partition and you loudly cried out. he wrapped his arm around you and let you cry on his shoulder. you cried for a few minutes before lifting your head from his shoulder.
“i thought today was gonna be so special. he bought me my favorite flowers and had them sitting at the table ready for me. just for him to stand me up. how could he do this to me.” you said in true disgust and disbelief.
“i know you probably don’t wanna hear this right now but those flowers aren’t from maine. they’re from me.” he said which left you with mixed emotions. on the one hand you were flattered by jackie’s chivalry.
but the other half of you, felt completely embarrassed and ashamed. not on your end but the fact that your boyfriend couldn’t even remember one day about the love you two shared. after a few minutes of consoling from jackie, you dried your tears the best you could.
you and jackie locked eyes with each other. his eyes were filled with sadness for you, he reminded you of a sad puppy. you began to inch your face towards his and he quickly engulfed you in a deep, tender kiss. both of you guys’ hands began to explore each other’s body’s, trying to rip each others clothes off post haste.
you ripped his wife beater off his body, revealing his chiseled brown chest. his abs looked like they were made from marble. he pulled you onto his lap before pulling the top of your gown down, revealing your plump breast. he latched his mouth onto your erect nipple. you cried out as you began to grind your hips onto his. he moved his lips up to your neck, licking and biting all over.
“please jackie, i need you.” you whimpered as you felt his rock hard member underneath your heat. you lifted your hips and jackie yanked down his pants and boxers down in on quick motion. his long thick dick springing out against his stomach, glistening with precum.
you straddled his lap once more, jackie rubbing his tip up and down your dripping, wet slit before lining himself up with your entrance. you both moaned in purr ecstasy as you slowly sank down on him. jackie filled your wet and warm insides to the brim.
you rolled your hips in a circular motion as you tried to adjust to his size. jackie grabbed a tight hold onto your hips, slowly bouncing you up and down onto his dick.
“fuck baby, you feel so good gripping my dick like this, who make you feel this good?” he questioned as he moved one of his hands to your throat, squeezing gently, planting sloppy kisses along your jawline. he had you like putty in his hands.
“fuck you do daddy,” you cried out as jackie began to speed up his strokes, the sounds of your skin slapping onto his thighs filled the back of the limousine.
mantras of curse words began to fall from your lips as his dick continued working wonders on your g spot. he began to thrust his hips inside of you, matching your rhythm and motions.
“you like riding that dick don't you, taking all of it like the good girl you are,huh," he teased as he planted a harsh smack upon your ass, you moaned at the stinging sensation he left.
you felt that familiar heat inside the core of your stomach began to build. it felt like pure blissfulness between the two of you, a moment you didn’t want to end. your sweaty bodies pressed up against one another as the two of you felt as if you were becoming one. your sweet and needy cries mixed with his low grunts filled the back of the limousine.
"shit jackie, i’m so close," you moaned out as he began to thrust into you at a quicker pace. you felt yourself beginning to slowly clinch onto him as your body became closer and closer to your release.
“that’s it baby cum for daddy, i’m cummin’ too baby,” those were the magic words before both of your climaxes began to take control over your bodies. your body shake as you rode you out your orgasm. you and jackie panting like dogs. you and jackie scrambled to get dressed and make the necessary adjustments to your clothing as the limo entered the familiar black gates of the house.
as the car stopped, jackie once again hopped out and opened your side, helping you out the car before y’all began walking up to the house. you entered the home and stood at the entrance for a few moments, adrenaline still pumping from that intense session.
“i know your anniversary might not have gone as expected but i hope i was able to give you something to be happy about tonight. goodnight baby girl.” jackie said placing a soft peck on your lips before making his way to his room. you smiled to yourself before making your way to you and maine’s shared room.
you placed your flowers into a vase filled with water before getting changed and getting into your pajamas. as you got underneath your covers you glanced up at the door as it began to open. in walked jermaine, no gifts, no flowers or boxes of chocolate, just himself, a pen, and notepad.
“baby i’m so sorry. i just got caught up at the studio. the albums about to come out and you know how i get when i get into the groove.” you blankly starred at him. part of you wanted to kick his ass. the other part of you just didn’t give a fuck anymore, that same part of you just couldn’t shake your mind off of jackie.
“i bet you did. you embarrassed me, left me looking fucking stupid in a restaurant by myself. but it’s okay, you remember what you wanna remember, right jermaine?” you said, gritting your teeth as you skimmed through your copy of jet magazine that sits on your nightstand.
he looks around the room in defeat, he stops when his eyes reaches your vanity. the vanity that help the clear vase that contained your pink peonies. the peonies that jackie bought you that should’ve been from jermaine himself.
“who bought you those?”
“it wasn’t my boyfriend, i can tell you that. but i don’t feel like talking about it anymore, i hope your album flops, goodnight.” you said before turning off your lamp on your nightstand and turning over.
jermaine stood there in defeat. he placed his notepad on the dresser, getting closer to your vanity to examine your flowers. he tried to find the card that was once in the cardholder but it was empty. jermaine sat to wonder to himself. had he been so selfish and neglectful that another man was taking his place? who could this mystery man possibly be? does he know him or is this random stranger?
Hello everyone, by now you've probably seen me sharing Bisan's campaign many times on my blog. I wanted to make an official post of my own highlighting her fundraiser.
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Bisan reached out to me a few months ago, and we have become good friends. She is a very kind and caring person, even checking in on me when I have been unwell while she is in the middle of a genocide.
Bisan needs to raise £16,000 for her and her family, to cover the extremely high costs of food, medicine, and winter supplies. Bisan was able to get a new tent for her family, but with the cold of winter upon them, it does very little to keep them warm at night. Food and medicine are catastrophically expensive, and there is never enough to find or go around. Bisan has been trying to find flour for days to no avail, and she cannot find all of the medicine that her Father needs. Bisan herself has gotten sick multiple times over the past few months.
There is also the constant threat of bombings and gunfire around them at all times from the IDF. Bisan tells me that the shooting never stops, and it makes me worry for the safety of her and her family. Every day I message Bisan, to make sure her and her family are still okay. I worry constantly for my friend and her loved ones, but despite the horrific situation Bisan is in, she is an extremely kind and compassionate person with endless love in her heart for those around her.
So, if you have any money to spare, please consider donating it to Bisan's fundraiser. I understand money is very tight for a lot of us, and there are many campaigns that need our attention. But even the smallest donations will add up if enough people keep donating, so please do what you can. Donate whatever you're able to, share this to your blog, to your friends/family, to your other social media, anything you can do will help greatly. Please do not ignore my friend.
Bisan's campaign has been slowing down a lot recently, with barely any donations in DAYS. So far we have gotten her campaign to £13,819 / £16,000 which is amazing, and we are slowly nearing £14,000. I know we can make it to this number.
So, as an added encentive, for every $5 or more you donate to Bisan's campaign (with proof of donation), I will draw you something, with higher donations getting better quality work. I know I haven't posted any of my art in ages, it honestly hasn't felt right to post my own art with everything going on, but if you want an extra bonus for helping my friend then I will draw you something for donating. But even if you can only donate $1, it will still go a long way, so please do not hesitate to donate if that's all you can give. And please give more if you're in a position to do so! $5 is just the minimum amount to get a drawing, but PLEASE give more if you're able!
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EXAMPLES OF MY ART
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pairing : marlon jackson x black!fem!reader
content : not proofread . let me know if i've missed anything .
synopsis : in which — you and your sisters are invited out to california to perform with the Jacksons and they invite you out to dinner ( requested )
( authors note:: it's storming so bad the power keeps cutting outtt )
Only six months ago, you and your sisters had been performing at local venues, hoping for a chance to make it out of Detroit. Now, your group had a song climbing the charts, and you'd been invited all the way to California to perform on The Carol Burnett Show with the Jackson 5.
The entire day had felt surreal.
From rehearsals, to camera blocking, to being on stage beneath the bright studio lights, it almost didn't seem real.
Now, you were backstage packing up your things when a figure appeared in the doorway behind you.
"Hey."
You looked up and met the eyes of Marlon Jackson. He stood in the doorway, hands shoved into his pockets, looking almost hesitant.
You and your sisters had known about the Jacksons since they first debuted. They'd been one of your biggest inspirations when you started music, and coming to California, you'd been nervous about meeting them. You'd worried you'd embarrass yourself somehow.
But when you'd met Marlon earlier that morning, the two of you had gotten lost backstage while trying to find the correct studio. For the rest of the day, whenever there was a break between rehearsals and filming, you'd found yourself talking to him.
He was funny and really easy to talk to. Not some stuck-up celebrity who let the fame get to their head.
"Hey," you replied.
"My brothers and I are going out to dinner," he said.
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, looking strangely nervous.
"Oh?"
"Yeah." He scratched the back of his neck. "We were wondering if you and your sisters wanted to come. On us."
A smile spread across your face.
"Oh, sure."
The restaurant wasn't anything overly fancy, just nice enough that the group could sit in a private section away from curious fans and interruptions.
The table was crowded with plates, drinks, and baskets of bread. Laughter filled the room as both groups talked.
"You know," Marlon said, leaning a little closer from the seat beside you, "I was really nervous about meeting you girls today."
You blinked.
"Really?"
"Yeah." He laughed.
"Why?" you asked, meeting his eyes.
He shrugged.
"You're one of the biggest groups out right now."
"Oh, please." You snorted, shaking your head.
"I'm serious."
"You’re part of the Jackson 5," you argued. "You're the biggest group out right now."
He grinned.
"Still."
Dinner stretched on for nearly two hours.
None of you were ready for the night to end, but eventually the restaurant staff began cleaning around you, and soon everyone would have to head out.
Again, you found yourself beside Marlon.
The jacket he'd lent you earlier was draped over your shoulders as the two of you trailed a few paces behind the rest of the group.
The California night air was cooler than you'd expected.
"I guess this is it for now," he mumbled.
He slowed his naturally stride so he could walk beside you instead of ahead.
"Yeah," you said softly. "I guess."
"When do you girls leave?"
You glanced over at him.
"Tomorrow morning."
Your attention drifted to the group ahead. Your older sister threw her head back laughing at something Tito had said, nearly stumbling into one of the others.
Marlon followed your gaze before looking back down at the sidewalk.
"You coming back?"
"Hopefully." You shrugged. "I like it here."
A small smile tugged at his lips. "Yeah. Me too."
Silence settled between you, as you reached your car.
Your sisters had already climbed in while Marlon's brothers headed toward their own car farther down the lot.
You started to slip off the jacket and hand it back.
Before you could, Marlon shook his head and gently pulled it back over your shoulders.
"You can keep it."
Your eyebrows pulled together.
"What?"
"I'll get it from you next time."
You stared at him. "Next time?"
"Yeah." He shrugged. "Next time you girls come out to California, you should visit Encino. Maybe we could hang out or something."
You couldn't stop the smile that spread across your face.
i hate when i see black!reader fics and the a/n says “black reader in mind but no details” like bitch i need shea butter and knotless braids all over my fics lol. and what’s the point of making the fic for black readers if it’s not going to have any details.
if you’re a black fics creator and u do this, pls do better…
I think with this it's more so that they don't want to typecast a black reader but still give black readers a space to insert themselves. Like not every black woman uses Shea butter, wears box braids, etc. We are very multifaceted.
avoiding stereotypes doesn’t mean stripping away cultural details. specific details make characters feel real, not boxed in. one blk character having certain habits isn’t a statement about all black women, it’s just her. erasing identity in the name of being “universal” can flatten stories instead of enriching them. in my opinion, but yes girl you’re right about us being multifaceted, i don’t disagree with that!
silly!jackie jackson x silly!reader who cause complete chaos but with a little twist at the end 👀 also long
jackson brothers are heavily featured
Warnings: maybe language??? fluff with suggestive stuff or however u wanna say it
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“Put me down Jackie!!!” You squeal. Jackie has you hung over on his shoulders all while spinning in circles.
“Not until you finally admit that you snore!” Jackie says between spins.
“PUT.ME.DOWNNN!!!” You squeal louder.
“Okay Okay, fine. Just don’t run” He says. He plops you down right back on the floor.
You let out fits of giggles while squirming, once you finally break loose from his hold, you make a run for it.
He chases after you, pretending to run slowly, but then speeds up once you slow down.
“JACKIE!!” You scream.
The oldest Jackson catches up to you, picking you up from behind and twirling you. He places you down, freezing before tickling you.
This causes you to let out a loud scream. A bedroom door swings open.
“Could guys be ANY louder?” Jermaine asks the two of you. Still in his pajamas, eye mask slanted on his head. Both of you freeze as Jermaine glares at yall.
“Sorry Maine,” Jackie says.
“Jackie, you know that before I start my night routine, I NEED my beauty sleep,” He says to your boyfriend, hands waving around.
“START SLEEPING LONGER,” Tito yells from his room. Marlon doesn't miss a beat, his loud laughter rings through the walls.
“Shut up Tito!” Jermaine yells back.
Jermaine rolls his eyes and walks back into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
You look up at Jackie who’s already looking at you. The two of you bust out laughing, holding your stomachs.
"He's mad because of you, you know?" You tease him. "If you weren't chasing me then I wouldn't have been loud." You continue.
Jackie runs a hand down your back as yall walk back to his bedroom.
"Whatever, don't do all that running tonight," Jackie says
"You dog" You joke. "You flirt too much at night"
“Can you blame me?” Jackie asks you.
You pinch his arm and continue to walk back to his bedroom.
Once the two of you get back, you plop down on the bed. He plops down next to you, rolling over to where his head is on your stomach.
“Jackieeeee” you start. “I’m bored.”
“Whatchu want to do then?” He asks.
“Hmm” you say.
He draws shapes on your legs while he waits for you to answer.
You think and think, remembering the look Jermaine had on his face a couple of minutes ago.
You pull yourself up with a big grin of your face.
“I have an idea,” I say to him.
“Will it resort with us being killed,” He genuinely asks.
“Time will tell” you say to him, rubbing your hands together mischievously. “The plan is simple. Swap out Jermaine's shampoo for mustard,” you explain.
“Mustard?” Jackie questions.
“Yup!!!”
He gives you a confused look.
"Are you sure you're not tired?" He asks you, wrapping his arms around your body, pulling you closer.
"Babe!!" You say.
"Doll!!" He mocks your voice.
"It would be so funny!!" You tell him. You're bored out of your mind and you know Jackie also wants to do it.
“Okay okay, so you’re saying, you’d rather prank Jermaine-”Jackie starts.
“Jac-” you say.
“Hush” Jackie tells you. “Instead of sitting back with the man of your dreams, watching a movie, me rubbing your back and your” He continues.
“Jackie!” You exclaim. “It’ll be funnn”
“And then after?” he questions.
“We will watch a movie while I sit back with the man of my dreams and let him rub my back?” You quickly say with an eye roll.
“ And??” Jackie says scooting closer, sly grin painted on his face.
“Don’t press your lucky pretty boy,” You pat him on his back.
He winks at you, moving his head on your lap to see you fully.
“So how we gonna do this?” Jackie asks you.
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The two of you tiptoe through the hallways this time and downstairs towards the kitchen. Jackie glides across the wooden floors and opens the fridge door, grabbing the mustard and tossing it to you.
You catch it and tiptoe up the staircase, he follows behind you, playfully gripping your butt. You gasp and grip the spot.
"Jackie!" You whisper yell
"I had to!!" He defends. You roll your eyes, still covering your bottom while walking up the stairs. “Dont you think he already showered by now?” Jackie asks you.
“We shall see!” You say back. You both walk towards the Jack and Jill bathroom that Jermaine shares with his other brother and grab his shampoo bottle.
“Okay we need one bottle for the mustard and another for the rest of his shampoo.” You explain to Jackie. His eyes glued to yours signaling that he’s listening.
He quietly runs to his room and back with an empty bottle. You pour Jermaine’s shampoo into the bottle and then pour the mustard into the other bottle. You pass it to Jackie and he places it back into its correct spot.
“Now we wait,” You giggle to Jackie. The two of you head back to his room. Watching the movie and giggling about your scheme. And as promised he rubs your back.
“You're always here, you might as well come live with me” Jackie says to you out of the blue. His hands putting you to sleep because of the massage.
“Jackie Jackson, are you asking me to move in?” You ask him.
“Well-” but before he can confirm, a loud scream is heard throughout the entire house.
The two of you share that same wide grin and rush to get out of the bedroom. As he beats you to the door, he looks at you with a smirk.
“Forgetting something?” He asks.
“What?” You say before looking down at yourself. “Wait for me!” You continue, turning back around to put a shirt on over the lacy bra that you sported. You rush back out behind him and towards the crime scene.
Marlon, Tito, Michael, and Randy are laughing their heads off.
“Didn’t know you liked mustard that much Maine,” Michael jokes. Wide toothy smile.
"You smell like hot trash,” Randy adds. Michael and Randy laugh harder after his comment.
“Who did this!?” Jermaine yells. “I swear this must’ve been Toya”
“She’s at her friends house,” Tito says while gripping his nose. "Couldn't been."
Jermaine rolls his eyes that are covered in mustard but finds you and Jackie giving eachother quick glances suspiciously. He grits his teeth together and points at the two of you.
“IT WAS YOU TWO!” He yells. The brothers whip their heads towards you and Jackie who have that sly grin on your faces.
“Prove it Jermaine,” you say.
Marlon laughs out loud while clapping his hands together.
“This is hilarious,” Marlon says.
“No, it's not Marlon! My hair is covered in mustard and I just washed these pajamas” Jermaine yells, almost red in the face.
“But it was funny Jermaine.” Michael says.
“Man whatever! You two will pay for this,” Jermaine yells at you and Jackie. He turns and walks back into the bathroom.
You and the brothers laugh some more, cracking sly jokes about Jermaine, then you all part ways.
“See baby, I told you it’d be funny!” You say to Jackie.
“And you were right,” He confirms.
“When am I never right?” You ask while tickling the crook of his neck.
He turns the lights off and you discard your clothes, getting undernth the covers with your man.
“Thank you for tonight Y/N” Jackie says, looking over at you as you put on your bonnet.
“What are you talking about?” You ask him curiously.
“Just thank you. You made me feel like a teen again,” Jackie explains. “The teen-hood I never got to experience.” he opens up.
You give him a kiss on the lips.
“You deserve it baby,” then you pause.
“I love you,” You both say gently, in perfect sync with each other.
You laugh at his silliness and he looks away. What are the odds?
“You’re always trying to one up me pretty boy,” you tell him.
“Nuh uh, you copied me,” he tells you. You roll your eyes and lay your head on his chest.
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The two of you finally fall asleep after mindlessly chatting about nothing. The crickets and your snoring can be heard, the pale moonlight brushes across both of your faces.
The heartbeats of the two moving in a perfect melody. However, you hop up suddenly once you feel something fall in your hair. You look down and see Jackie sleeping starfish style, hands parted away from you, all sprawled out.
You run your fingers over your head, realizing that your bonnet is in fact missing. You move your hands once more and feel something slimy. You jump from under the covers.
You turn the bedroom lights on and see all types of bugs, worms, and caterpillars in his bed, all over you and Jackie.
You scream loudly, waking up Jackie. He’s quick to comfort you until he realizes that he’s also covered in them.
“JACKIE IM DYING!!!” You yell to him. Running in circles while trying to push off all the squirmy critters. You drop to the floor and start rolling around.
Jackie hops up with a scream. Your bed room door swings open. All the brothers pile in. Half of them are still battling their sleep. Jermaine has the widest grin on his face.
“What is with yall and screaming in the middle of the night?” Marlon asks, he rubs the tiredness from his eyes making them more puffy.
“For real, I know Jackie isn’t that good in bed,” Tito adds on.
Jackie mutters a string of curses directed to Tito.
"And why are you on the floor Y/N?" Randy asks, squinting his eyes at you.
“Our bed, my hair, it’s all… it’s all,” you explain but you can’t get the words out. Your face is heating up, you could cry. You slowly get off the floor.
Michael rushes over to the bed, seeing all of the bugs and others. He picks one up.
“Don’t pick it up Michael!” You say with a whine.
“Don’t worry Y/N, it’s not alive” Michael softly reassures you. Randy walks over too, picking some up.
“These look like the bugs off set from last week,” Randy says.
“What?” You ask.
You wipe your eyes and walk over.
Jermaine laughs loudly.
You and Jackie whip your heads towards him.
“Maine you know this wasn’t right,” Jackie says quickly. Rushing over to him in his face. “You know she doesn’t like bugs, what is wrong with you?” Jackie says.
“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND!” you yell.
“Alright alright,” Marlon says in between the three of yall.
“So yall are allowed to swap my shampoo with mustard but I can’t pile a few PLASTIC bugs in your bed?” Jermaine asks, emphasis on plastic.
“That’s not the same weirdo!” You tell him. Turning around and walking over to the bed. Michael and Randy take the bugs off the bed and place them into a trash bag.
“I like your pajamas,” Tito says cheekily, trying to lighten the mood.
You throw a pillow at him while grabbing the nearest robe, covering up your bra and panties.
“All gone,” Randy says.
“Thank you!” You tell him, squeezing his shoulder.
"I liked the mustard in the shampoo prank more" Michael says to you.
“You gotta admit Mike, it was pretty funny,” Marlon says.
“Maine got yall good,” Tito adds.
“Everyone get out,” Jackie says annoyed, walking to his bedroom door and opening it. They all pile out, Jermaine at the end of the line. “You smell like mustard and you’re stinking up my bedroom,” he continues.
“Hmm I wonder why I smell like mustard!” Jermaine says angrily.
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jackie jackson is so fine eugh
i need him AND his brothers
You after seeing all those plastic bugs in your bed:
Jackie Jackson quick fic or wtv this thing is called
Backstory: Based off song “Wicked Games by The Weeknd.” Short fic about reader and Jackie’s dynamic that started off as sweet but then went to not being so sweet, more manipulative. Think of the reader being The Weeknd and Jackie being the girl he’s talking abt. Walk with me!!
Type: for me, it’s tall dark and handsome but I’m open to anything.
lowk toxic!jackie jackson x black!reader
Warning: not loud girl friendly and extremely rude/disrespectful to reader. Very toxic and manipulative… Jackie has mood swings I think
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Bring your love, baby, I could bring my shame
“She’s loud and raunchy,” You overhear Joseph yell to Jackie.
Jackie slams open the door and walks out, marching over to you, quickly fixing his face to a grin.
“You sure that Joseph wants you to be seen with me? Aren’t I loud and raunchy” You ask him with a small caring smile.
“Come on Y/N, he didn’t say all that,” Jackie responds, brushing you off.
It’s without a doubt that you always stood out to people. You’re outspoken and unconditionally yourself.
So why did quiet Jackie want you? A question both you and everyone else shares.
Bring the drugs, baby, I could bring my pain
After a long night of jokes, stolen kisses, and wandering hands, Jackie opens up to you.
“I don’t care what everyone else says, I like to hear you speak?”
“You like? Not love?” You ask
He chuckles lightly. Hands running up and down your thighs.
“I love to hear you speak” Jackie tells you, accent seeping through.
I got my heart right here
You give him a smile. Finally, someone who doesn’t tell you to shut up after rambling. You’d be lost without him, he always tells you that.
Your hands pick his up from your thigh and you interlock them.
I got my scars right here
“I know what your dad says about me,” you say awkwardly after minutes of him getting loss inside of your eyes.
“Y/N…” Jackie begins. “You know how Joseph is.”
“It’s fine, really, I’m dating you not him.” You tell him.
“You know I love you,” He asks.
“Yes,” You answer.
Bring the cups, baby, I could bring the drank
You were invited to a release party, unbeknownst to all you can’t really hold your alcohol. After a few cups, you’re dancing and speaking louder than your usual loudness.
Joseph shoots Jackie a look. That knowing look. That “I told you so” look.
Jackie clears his throat and prepares to walk over to you.
“Jackie she’s fine man, chill” Marlon tells him,
“Party won’t be fun without her,” Michael adds
“You two aren’t the ones that have Joseph on your backs about the girl y’all love,” Jackie tells them annoyed.
“To be fair, you did chose the craziest of the bunch,” Randy jokes. The boys laugh with him.
“Be quiet Randy. Y/N is unique” Michael says.
“Uniquely obnoxious,” Randy adds.
Bring your body, baby, I could bring you fame
“So you’re telling me everything we’ve said to eachother… everything we’ve done with eachother…” You start.
“Y/N!” Jackie says sternly.
“Let me finish!” You yell at him. You’re tired of him always cutting you off.
“Leave.” Jackie says
“You used me Jackie.” You accuse him. It’s true, he did.
“Get out.” Jackie tells you.
“You promised me a fantasy.” You continue, lost in your own words and even more lost in your own mind. Remind me, what are you mad about again?
“Get out.” Jackie repeats
“Jac-” You start.
“GET OUT” He screams at you.
And that's my mother******* words too
“You’re the biggest jerk I’ve ever met” you scream back while flipping him off.
“I never want to see you again,” He whispers to you. “Leave.”
Just let me mother******* love you
But you of all people know that he doesn’t mean that. Clearly not, he’s at your front step.
“I could never be with a girl like you,” Jackie tells you, no hey, no nothing. He knocks on your door and tells you that.
“Then what are you doing here?” You ask him with a scoff.
Listen, ma, I'll give you all I got
He walks up the steps of your house.
“So that’s your plan huh? Find a girl, spend months with her, fill her head with fairytales, treat her badly, then break her heart,” You accuse him.
“This was a mistake. We were a mistake.” He tries to explain.
“You’ve told me all of this! So what are you doing here?!” You yell at him.
“What do you want from me?!” Jackie yells this time.
“Are you crazy or are you drunk?” You ask the man standing infront of you, he’s become unrecognizable.
“I need you,” He tells you.
Get me off of this, I need confidence in myself
You sit on the couch inside the dance rehearsal room, rolling your eyes for what feels like the millionth time. A girl dancing on him, the pair having the time of their lives, he whispers into her ear.
Scoffing under your breath, you look away. But then you shoot a quick look to the oldest of the group to find his eyes already on yours.
He sends you a sly smirk before immediately dancing again in perfect rhythm with his brothers and the back up dancers.
“Y/N. Joseph wants you to leave, says your distracting the… group,” Randy whispers to you. You didn’t realize it until he was hovering over you.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ohh, yeah, ohh
Listen, ma, I'll give you all of me
Give me all of it, I need all of it to myself
“So you flirt with girls in front of me and then your father kicks me out of the room?” You ask him with an annoyed expression.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jackie says bluntly.
“Yes I do Jackie! I saw it,” I tell him.
“Well maybe if you would tone it down a little bit and be a classy girlfriend, then I wouldn’t have to seek that in other women. You made me do this,” he says flatly. His eyes still fixed on me.
You scoff at his words.
“You’re nothing but a complete dick,” You tell him.
“I’m sorry you feel that way,” He shoots back.
“I’m leaving,” You say. You walk away, rolling my eyes.
Something flickers in Jackie’s eyes. You can’t get away, he needs what you have.
“Let me make it up to you,” Jackie tells you. “You’re over reacting baby,” He continues.
“I would prefer if we just never spoke,” You blurt out, turning back on your heels, facing him.
So tell me you love me
Only for tonight, only for the night
Even though you don't love me
“You don’t love me Jackie. You’ve made that extremely clear.” You say, turning back around facing the door.
Just tell me you love me
“You know nothing, of course I love you.” Jackie rudely says.
I'll give you what I need
*flashback*
“You’ll never mean more that a pretty face to me.”
“I never want to see your face again”
“You’re embarrassing me in front of everyone”
“You’re lucky that I even put up with you”
*flashback ends*
I'll give you all of me
Even though you don't love me
“You know I love you Y/N” Jackie says, grabbing your arm to turn you around.
“I can’t keep doing this to myself.” You say to yourself but loud enough for him to hear. Why do you keep doing this to yourself?
“You know I love you,” He repeats to you more sternly, telling than asking.
“Honestly no,” you answer truthfully.
“Look, just wait outside for me to be done with rehearsal. We can go back to your place afterwards,” He continues.
“I-” you start.
But before you can finish he fixes his shirt that magically got tighter and turns around, jogging back to the door of dance rehearsals.
And guess what you did? You waited outside and then you invited him back to your place.
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best believe a sweet!jackie jackson fic will be released soon
i just need to practice my male manipulator writing to see if i still got it
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