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How do you think each of the brothers would react?
jackie: i feel like he would misunderstand the directions (jackies old,jk)
marlon: i feel like he would try to eat it just a joke
jermaine: his greedy ass would just eat it because not necessarily because he wants you to leave him alone (although don’t rule it out)
michael: he wouldnt take a bite.
tito: i feel like he wouldn’t want you to leave him alone but he would still take the salad
The Jackson 5, Blame It On The Boogie, 1978
Media Questions Of The Week
Will Marlon Jackson's documentary set to air on BLK PRIME about his father, Joe Jackson, rehab his image so he can finally be seen for his achievements?
Will Keefe D be convicted of Tupac Shakur's murder?
I think we as a society have forgotten our roots and we need to go back to where it all began aka everyone needs to start listening to The Jackson 5 right now because they are awesome and so revelatory. You like boy bands? Kpop? Y'all have MJ and all his brothers to thank for that. Oh what's that? You like Bruno Mars? Justin Timberlake? Well chop chop get listening because they wouldn't have shit if it weren't for The Jacksons. It is important to know where things came from and most of the time that happens to be black kids
Jermaine Jackson plot idea???
Okay HEAR ME OUT!
Jermaine Jackson × inexperienced!reader AGE GAP (like 18/19 and 23)
((low-key based off of personal experience))
Jermaine is your (self titled) icky older boyfriend.
Y'all relationship, it's love-hate it's really more like hate-love but y'all are overly easy for each other
You're friends with Michael, Marlon, and Latoya and you're messing with Jermaine secretly
His siblings start catching on by little things..
Yall don’t know how badly I wish I could pop out one-shots like hotcakes..
And i genuinely have so many ideas..UGHHH
Jackson 5 “Who’s Loving You” LIVE on The Ed Sullivan Show on December 14 1969.
🐾 — do what you do, jermaine jackson
1980s!jermaine x black!reader
summary :: jermaine asks you to be in his music video after Iman couldn't make it
warnings :: kissing , caressing , not proofread / edited !
a/n : hazel, margaret, alexandra, halima, and maday are veryyyy lucky women
Your fingers tapped anxiously against the wooden armrest, Jermaine Jackson's name plastered in bold white letters across the back of the film chair.
The last two hours of your life replayed in your head. You couldn't believe you had let Jermaine convince you to do this.
Being his personal assistant, you've sat in on plenty of Jermaine's music video shoots, but you never thought you'd ever have to star in one.
Just two hours ago, Jermaine had practically been on his knees begging you to help him after the actress, Iman, didn't show up because of some sort of family emergency.
Just an hour and a half ago, you were sitting in the hair and makeup trailer while hands flew around your head, getting you.
They pressed out your curls and slicked them down into finger waves.
Just an hour ago, you were being zipped into a fitted leather dress that was half a size too small, but somehow they still managed to make it fit.
Just thirty minutes ago, you were filming the easier scenes — a dinner party, lingering glances from across the room, walking up to him at the bar, and leaving the party together.
The sound of your name pulled you from your thoughts as Bob, the director, stepped into view.
"Places," he called, waving you over.
Taking a deep breath, you stood from the chair and made your way over to the large bedroom where the next scene would take place.
The room was dimly lit by candlelight, with tall windows overlooking the water, covered by long, sheer curtains.
Jermaine sat on the edge of the bed, pulling off his white undershirt and suspenders, leaving himself shirtless.
You couldn't help but stare at his broad frame as Bob finished explaining the scene.
Grabbing Jermaine's discarded clothes, Bob stepped over to the corner of the room where the crew had gathered.
"Just feel it," he instructed. "Forget we're even here."
Jermaine held out a hand to you, offering a small, reassuring smile.
Taking it, you walked over to the bed and lay beside him.
Your stomach fluttered as Bob called, "Action," and the playback started.
Jermaine placed his hands on either side of your head, pushing himself up until he hovered above you.
Your eyes met his warm brown ones as he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours before slowly pulling away.
Just as Bob had instructed earlier, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer while tilting your head back, giving him room to press gentle kisses along your collarbone.
The music faded into the background as Jermaine continued his slow, practiced movements. Neither of you pulled away until Bob's voice broke through the moment and the playback stopped.
"Beautiful," he called, clapping his hands together. "Take five. We'll start prepping for the next scene."
As the crew filed out, Jermaine climbed off the bed and held out his hand again to help you up.
"You okay?" he asked, sitting back down on the edge of the bed.
You looked up, your hands pausing as you smoothed out the leather dress.
"Yeah."
He studied your face for a second before letting out a quiet laugh.
"Thanks for doing this."
"Of course." You smiled, giving him a small nod. "Never again, though."
He looked down with a shy smile.
"Yeah."
A comfortable silence settled between the two of you. It wasn't until Bob stepped back into the room, clapping his hands together, that you were pulled from your thoughts.
"Alright," he called. "We're ready."
Trailing behind the two men, you made your way upstairs to a small, dimly lit hallway.
The only light came from a tall window, where the golden hue of the setting sun filtered through the sheer curtains.
Bob motioned with his hands, calling out instructions for the two of you to follow.
Jermaine stepped behind you, resting his hands lightly on your waist. You leaned back, your head settling against his shoulder.
You had never been this close to him before. All you could breathe in was the scent of his cologne as you melted into his embrace.
"Perfect," Bob murmured.
Jermaine lowered his head, resting his chin on your shoulder as he quietly mouthed the lyrics into your ear while the music started again.
Caught up in the moment, you let your eyes drift shut, relaxing against him as the two of you swayed gently to the slow rhythm.
It almost felt real.
For just a moment, it felt as though the room had emptied, leaving only the two of you standing by the window, the golden light reflecting against your warm brown skin.
Your mind drifted back to what had happened only ten minutes earlier.
The way he looked at you.
The way his hands felt against your body.
The way his lips fit perfectly into yours.
You wondered if he felt it too.
You kept having to remind yourself it was all pretend. That it was just acting, you were his employee doing him a quick favor.
Nothing more.
"And… cut!" Bob called, pulling you from your haze.
