pairings: jermajesty jackson x black fem!reader
summary: the experiment begins and you meet jermajesty in the pods
tags: pod dating, multiple dates, jermajesty is the favorite though, sfw
2025
los angeles
you couldn’t believe it when you got the email saying you had officially been cast on love is blind.
the entire thing had started as a joke. a few months ago, you and your friends had been tipsy during your latest girls' night, all of you crowded around the television watching yet another episode of love is blind. after surviving eight seasons of messy breakups, love triangles, dramatic altar speeches, and a handful of genuine love stories, someone had pulled up the casting application the moment they announced season 9 would be filmed in los angeles.
they'd practically shoved your phone into your hands and you remembered laughing so hard your stomach hurt.
dating in los angeles was exhausting anyway. every other profile belonged to someone who was trying to become the next big singer, actor, producer, or influencer, and somewhere along the way, it felt like genuine connection had started competing with personal branding. maybe that was just the type of men you kept attracting, or maybe your luck had simply been terrible.
either way, after another drink and enough encouragement from your friends, you'd shrugged and thought, what the hell? you filled out the application expecting absolutely nothing to come from it, and somehow... here you were.
standing in the women's living quarters where all of you would be staying throughout the pod portion of the experiment, you looked around at the other women filtering into conversations, introducing themselves, and trying to settle the same bundle of nerves you could feel sitting in your own chest.
the concept still felt surreal.
falling in love with someone you had never seen before wasn't how you'd ever imagined meeting your future husband. it sounded impossible when you said it out loud, yet there was something strangely hopeful about it too. for once, no one could make assumptions based on appearances before learning who you actually were.
you were nervous, but you were also willing to keep an open mind.
before long, conversations began flowing naturally between everyone. stories were exchanged about what had brought each of you here, and laughter spread around the room when you admitted your application had been the direct result of a drunk girls' night. the women laughed with you, but as funny as the story was, there was still some truth underneath it.
dating apps hadn't been working and meeting people organically somehow felt even harder, so why not try something completely different, even if it sounded a little ridiculous on paper?
a few moments later, vanessa lachey walked into the room, immediately greeting everyone with an excited smile before asking what each of you hoped to take away from this experience and what had motivated you to sign up.
the answers varied, but only slightly. everyone talked about how frustrating dating had become, how online dating felt shallow, how difficult it was finding people who were intentional, and how often first impressions stopped at physical attraction instead of ever reaching someone's actual personality.
when it was your turn, you smiled before speaking.
you explained that you genuinely loved the concept behind love is blind. you'd watched previous seasons, and while the experiment didn't always work, you thought there was something incredibly beautiful about two people falling in love by first building an emotional connection before ever laying eyes on one another.
you brought up lauren and cameron from season one as your favorite couple, pointing out that years later they were still happily together, and your answer earned warm smiles around the room, including one from vanessa herself.
afterward, she walked everyone through the process, even though most of you already knew it by heart.
for the next week, you'd be dating all fifteen of the men through the pods. as the days went on, connections would naturally narrow until, by the end of the experiment, you would either leave engaged or leave single.
however, if a proposal happened, you wouldn't actually meet your fiancé until after you'd accepted it.
from there, all of the engaged couples would travel together to cabo before returning to los angeles, where you'd spend four more weeks living together and planning your wedding before deciding at the altar whether to say "i do."
the room erupted into excited cheers and your heart somehow managed to race even faster.
"the pods are officially open,” vanessa says, and those words immediately sent another wave of nervous excitement through the room. you reached for the notebook waiting with your name neatly printed across the front and held it against your chest for a second before opening it.
you already knew that if you didn't write everything down, names, stories, and little details would blur together before the end of the first day.
your first few dates were okay, two guys named assad and shawn. they were funny, nice to talk to, and easy enough to hold a conversation with, but you could tell within the first ten minutes that you probably weren’t going to be walking out of the pods engaged to either of them.
there wasn’t anything wrong with either man, you just never felt that pull to keep digging deeper, and that was okay. you reminded yourself that not every date was supposed to end with fireworks, and ruling people out was just as important as finding the person you were meant to spend the rest of your life with.
your third date was with a guy named daniel, and you immediately knew he wasn’t the one because he talked about himself for twenty straight minutes before remembering to ask a question about you.
by the time he finally did, you had already mentally crossed his name off your list, trying your best to stay engaged in the conversation while also wondering how someone could come on a show built around emotional connection and spend almost the entire date talking about themselves.
the rest of the dates kind of went by in a blur. by the end of the day, you had made a few connections that you knew you wanted to explore tomorrow, but no one had really stuck out to you yet. no one had left you walking out of a pod thinking, i really hope i get to talk to him again. taking a deep breath, you picked up your notebook before making your way into the familiar pod for your final date of the day.
on the other side of the wall, jermajesty was settling onto the couch for his last date of the day when he heard the door to your pod open. he instinctively turned toward the wall separating the two of you, even though he knew he wouldn’t be able to see anything beyond it.
he was exhausted after the nonstop conversations he’d had all day. there were a few girls he already knew he wanted to keep talking to, but nobody had really stood out to him yet in a way that made him think, i can actually see myself proposing to her. he was starting to wonder if maybe everyone else was feeling the same way after spending hours introducing themselves over and over again.
“hello?” jermajesty called out.
you had just settled onto the couch when his voice reached you, and you smiled to yourself almost immediately. it was nice, warm without trying too hard to be, and there was something about it that felt calming after a full day of conversations that had started blending together.
“hi,” you called back.
jermajesty found himself smiling before he even realized he was doing it. he reached for his notebook, scribbling the words ‘pretty voice’ into the margin as you introduced yourself. he quietly repeated your name to himself after you said it, liking the way it sounded.
“it’s nice to meet you,” you continued.
“i’m jermajesty, it’s nice to meet you, too,” he said, already bracing himself for whatever reaction his name was about to get. after hearing fifteen different variations of surprise throughout the day, he almost expected people to focus more on his name than the conversation itself.
“jermajesty? that’s unique… are you royalty? should i be bowing right now?” you teased.
he had actually heard that joke earlier from one of the other women, but for some reason it landed completely differently coming from you. instead of the polite chuckle he’d forced hours ago, he laughed, the sound coming naturally this time.
“i promise, i’m not a secret royal.” you both laughed together, and as the conversation settled into an easy rhythm, you found yourself writing down a few notes beside his name. “but you can call me maj,” he said.
the nickname surprised even him. he hadn’t offered it to anyone else today, but there was something about the ease of this conversation that made it feel natural, almost like he wanted to skip over the formality before it had a chance to settle in.
“i do like your name, i didn’t mean unique in a sarcastic way or anything,” you said, suddenly hoping he hadn’t taken it the wrong way.
jermajesty chuckled softly. “no, i know you didn’t… so i know we’ve been doing this all day. you gone deep with anybody yet?” he asked.
you laughed a little, relaxing further into the couch. “not too deep, but mainly surface level to start, what i do, favorite color, all that stuff.” the two of you laughed again, and neither of you noticed how much easier this conversation already felt compared to most of the others you’d had throughout the day.
“okay, i’m gonna start really deep, then… how old are you?” he asked.
you laughed again, shaking your head even though he couldn’t see it. “i’m 27.”
jermajesty smiled as he wrote that down in his notebook. “an older woman? i like it,” he said.
“older? how old are you?” you asked, both of you still laughing.
“i’m 25.” a smile spread across your face before you could stop it.
“at least your brain is fully developed,” you teased.
jermajesty let out a deep belly laugh that echoed through the pod, and hearing how genuine it was made you smile even wider. without thinking, you looked down at your notebook and added one more note beneath his name, love his laugh.
“if you asked my brothers they’d probably say differently,” he says and you both laugh again.
the conversation had settled into something neither of you had really experienced with anyone else that day. there wasn't any pressure to impress each other or scramble for the next question before the silence became awkward. every answer naturally seemed to lead into another, and with each laugh, it became a little easier to forget there was a wall separating the two of you.
“how many brothers do you have?” you ask.
“uh… i have 7 brothers and 3 sisters,” he says, and your eyes widen. you weren't sure what number you had been expecting, but it definitely hadn't been ten siblings.
“wow, big family,” you say, unable to hide the surprise in your voice, and jermajesty laughs to himself.
“did i scare you already?” he asks, hearing your reaction.
“no, not at all… well maybe a little, if we get engaged that’s a lot of family to meet,” you say, half teasing and half being completely honest.
jermajesty couldn't help laughing. somehow the thought of you already entertaining the possibility of meeting his family made something warm settle in his chest.
“well, half of my brothers are grown and live in different places… so out of the 7, there’s really 3 you’d have to meet, and my sisters, only 1 you’d have to meet,” he says. you let out a small breath of relief before you could stop yourself, thankful he couldn't see the amused expression spreading across your face.
“oh, okay, that’s not bad,” you say, earning another laugh from him.
“how about you? any siblings?” jermajesty asks.
“yeah, i have two younger siblings, teenage twins, a brother and sister.” jermajesty smiled as he wrote that down in his notebook. for some reason, the image immediately formed in his head of you as an older sister.
he didn't know what you looked like, but from the way you spoke and the patience that seemed woven into every answer you gave, he imagined you were probably the kind of sister your siblings went to whenever they needed advice or someone to vent to.
“i was the youngest, until a few years ago… it’s interesting being 25, and your youngest sibling is 2,” he says, and the two of you immediately start laughing again.
“hmm, that is quite a gap. my siblings are 12, so i guess we both have pretty big age gaps with our siblings,” you say.
jermajesty smiled to himself. “is this us bonding?” he teases.
“about how our parents probably should’ve stopped reproducing sooner? yeah,” you tease back.
your laughter echoed through both pods, filling the quiet space in a way that somehow made it feel less empty. when it eventually faded, neither of you rushed to fill the silence. it wasn't uncomfortable. if anything, it felt strangely peaceful, like you'd both unconsciously settled into the conversation instead of performing for it. you glanced down at your notebook for a moment before looking back toward the wall.
“tell me something about you nobody else knows.”
jermajesty leaned back against the couch, your question lingering in his mind longer than he expected. all day he'd answered the usual questions about hobbies, favorite foods, travel, and what he looked for in a partner, but nobody had asked him something that made him stop and actually think.
“hm… sometimes i feel like i’m struggling with imposter syndrome. everyone in my family does a lot of great things and i’m still trying to figure things out, but sometimes i feel really out of place, you know?”
your expression softened instantly. he couldn't see it, but he could hear the way your breathing slowed as you considered his answer, and it made him feel like you weren't simply waiting for your turn to speak. you were actually listening.
“yeah, i do… but it’s okay to still feel like you’re figuring things out… whoever said we had to have everything figured out by a certain age was a liar,” you say. jermajesty smiled to himself, something about your voice making the reassurance land in a way he hadn't expected from someone he'd only known for a single conversation.
“we’re still young, of course we’re still figuring things out,” you say. he bit down on his lip, staring quietly at the wall between you. it was such a simple thing to say, but for some reason it eased a pressure he'd been carrying around for longer than he cared to admit.
“what do you do for a living?” he asks. you laugh quietly, lifting your notebook in front of your face even though he couldn't see the embarrassed smile tugging at your lips.
“did i sound too cliché? i’m a therapist, but i work in inpatient residential… so high-crisis cases, like schizophrenia, personality disorders, severe suicidal ideation or self-harm, things like that,” you say.
jermajesty's eyes widened. he'd expected maybe a teacher, a nurse, something along those lines, but hearing what you actually did left him even more impressed. he couldn't imagine walking into work every day knowing people were depending on you during some of the hardest moments of their lives.
“wow… i bet your clients really love you… i can already sense how caring you are,” he says. you laugh, warmth spreading across your face at the sincerity in his voice.
“well, them loving me depends on the day, really,” you say, making both of you laugh again. “what about you? what do you do?” you ask.
“um… i work in producing… some with music, some with films, i’m still trying to find my footing,” he says. you nodded to yourself as you wrote that down.
producing sounded interesting, and if nothing else, it was refreshing. after enough dates with men who insisted they were one viral song away from becoming famous or spent entire conversations talking about the careers they hoped to have someday, there was something grounding about the way jermajesty talked about his work. he wasn't trying to impress you. if anything, he almost seemed hesitant to make it sound more important than it was, and somehow that made you even more curious to learn about him.
“so i take it your family is in the business? since imposter syndrome is something you’re dealing with?” you ask.
jermajesty chuckles to himself, his smile lingering as he looks down at the notebook resting in his lap. he hadn't expected you to piece that together so quickly, but there was something about the way you listened that made him realize you paid attention to the little details people let slip instead of just waiting for your turn to ask another question.
“yeah… something like that,” he says.
you laugh softly, sensing there was probably more to that answer than he was ready to share, but you didn't push. the experiment wasn't about learning everything about someone in a single conversation. it was about giving them enough space to tell you those things when they were ready, and something told you jermajesty would get there eventually.
the rest of your date passed so naturally that neither of you realized how much time had gone by. the conversation drifted effortlessly from one topic to the next as you talked about the neighborhoods you grew up in, your favorite ways to spend a lazy weekend, your favorite colors, meals you could eat over and over again, and all the little things that seemed insignificant on their own but slowly painted a picture of who the other person was.
every answer led to another question, every joke made the next one come easier, and by the time one of you would finish speaking, the other was already smiling before responding. it didn't feel like a first conversation anymore, it felt like the beginning of something.
when production finally announced that the date had come to an end, both of you felt a small wave of disappointment that caught you off guard. after saying your goodbyes, you made your way back toward the women's quarters, opening your notebook almost immediately.
you looked down at the list of names from today's dates before your eyes landed on one in particular: jermajesty. without hesitating, you wrote a small "1" beside his name.
a smile settled onto your face as you closed the notebook against your chest, feeling unexpectedly satisfied with how the day had ended. for the first time since walking into the experiment that morning, you found yourself genuinely looking forward to tomorrow, not because you were excited to meet someone new, but because you couldn't wait to keep getting to know the man on the other side of the wall.
meanwhile, jermajesty returned to the men's quarters with his own notebook still tucked beneath his arm. the guys around him had already started comparing notes about their dates, laughing as they talked about first impressions and trying to remember who was who, but he barely heard any of it as he dropped onto one of the couches and flipped open his notebook.
his eyes found your name almost immediately and a smile pulled at his lips before he could stop it.
he wrote a small "1" beside your name, then closed the notebook and leaned back against the couch, already excited about seeing you tomorrow. he had spent the entire day wondering if anyone would make him feel excited to come back, and somehow, it had happened on his very last date.
𝒪𝓃ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓁ℴℴ𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒻ℴ𝓇𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝓇𝓃༯ Going to the Orlando metro area with my man and my best friend.
𝒴ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝒾ℊℊℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂༯ Fulfillment, meaning, and peace. Also to become an actress but also a figure for other black women and guide us till I can't anymore.
𝒮ℴ𝓃ℊ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓃ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 ℴ𝓃 𝓇ℯ𝓅ℯ𝒶𝓉༯ I literally can't choose but artist that I'm rarely gonna skip are: Miguel, Beyoncé, Megan Thee Stallion, Iyla, & Arctic Moneys.
OMGGGG YAYYY i can YAP — ty for thinking of me 🥹!
ೀ hair color: copper (ginger)
ೀ favorite color: lavender purple .ᐟ
ೀ favorite drink(s): matcha, tea & GINGER ALE .ᐟ
ೀ one thing you love about yourself: im conceited—everything, lol jk : my willingness to help evb .ᐟ
ೀ if you can be an animal, what would you be?: a cat
ೀ dream place to visit: china or rome .ᐟ
ೀ one thing you’re looking forward to: celebrating my fren’s august birthdays .ᐟ
ೀ my biggest dream: becoming a neurologist & publishing research on tbi & colon cancer .ᐟ
ೀ songs on repeat: okayy by latto, kiss n tell by aespa, church by mariah the scientist & f*ck swag by nettspend .ᐟ
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ty for tagging me riri!! i'll answer on my personal blog 🙂↕️
𑣲𝄞 hair color : black
𑣲𝄞 favorite color : alice blue & pink
𑣲𝄞 favorite drink(s) : horchata & dr pepper
𑣲𝄞 one thing you love about yourself : hmmmm my fashion sense (its not consistent at all and thats why i love it)
𑣲𝄞 if you can be an animal, what would you be? : a possum :D
𑣲𝄞 dream place to visit : india and ireland
𑣲𝄞 one thing you're looking forward to : to finally be rid of church boy forever :D
𑣲𝄞 my biggest dream : to finish and graduate college. and become a counselor 🥹
𑣲𝄞 songs on repeat : free by 6lack, radar by lil hero, 3:16am by jhené aiko, champagne coast by blood orange, when the night calls by blood cultures & fantasy by dye (i never get tired of this song)
np tags but i lowk wanna get to know some of yall a little better : @lorelays @hysterotic @porcalinecunt @qrtem @thelibrarianangsti @chaoslibra @koretholics @lunebrew @wildflowersandbarley333 @kunaiiikittennn @bloomflix @spacedust-alley @feuillmorte @nyajiro
hair colour: dark brown (my roots are black tho they're growing out lol)
favourite colour: pink, blue, dark brown, white
favourite drinks: any kind of smoothie, apple juice, lychee tea
one thing you love about yourself: naturally have a lot of empathy?
if you can be an animal, what would you be?: a humpback whale (bc i like them but also i kinda wanna mess with orcas)
dream place to visit: wherever whales are, i wanna see a whale in this lifetime
one thing you're looking forward to: traveling with my friendss
my biggest dream: creating a safe space for queer people and being happy with my friends and and uh seeing a humpback whale irl
songs on repeat: kiss n tell - aespa, when it rains - paramore, crash out - tinashe, switchblade - beabadoobee, deep love - split end, さよならロストジェネレイション - asian kung-fu generation, anyway - ephraim, 明弦音 - MyGO!!!!!
no pressure tags! @pushingpesticides @cerezasefimeras
1. Hair Color: Dark brown
2. Favorite Color: Sage green
3. Favorite Drink: Pomegranate lemonade
4. Something I Love About Myself: I’m extremely outspoken about my politics and refuse to shut up
4. What Animal Would I Be?: Red panda
5. Dream Visit: Sri Lanka, birthplace of Theravada Buddhism
6. Looking Forward To: COLLEGE!
7. Biggest Dream: Living to see the fall of the powers that be
8. Songs On Repeat: Notos by The Oh Hellos
@l0velyl4vender, @shypervydolly, @sweatyfuntrash, @licoriceisback, open tags
౨ৎ˚ hair color: still black from when i combed out my locs
౨ৎ˚ favorite color: plum
౨ৎ˚ favorite drink: coca cola!
౨ৎ˚ one thing you love about yourself: my face :)
౨ৎ˚ if you could be any animal what would you be?: a jag
౨ৎ˚ dream place to visit: italy
౨ৎ˚ what's one thing you're looking forward to right now?: this fall semester
౨ৎ˚ your biggest dream: being a rich woman, traveling the world, no kids
౨ৎ˚ song that's permanently on repeat: crush by solange, damned by miguel, be like a woman by chris rainbow, i belong to you by rome. i can’t help it by michael, IDK IDK I CANT PICK ONE 😫
| One thing you love about yourself: my creativity
| If you could be any animal what would you be?: An otter, a panther, or a llama
| Dream place to visit: Port- Au - Prince Haiti. 🇭🇹
| What’s one thing you're looking forward to? : fall semester
| Biggest Dreams: graduating, building my career, getting my PHD, traveling the world, Getting married and having a healthy relationship with my husband, buying land & a house, having kids ( in that order)
| Songs on permanent repeat: PYT by MJ, Someone to Call My Lover by Janet Jackson, Distant Lover by Marvin Gaye, He Loves Me (Lyzel in E flat) by Jill Scott (sorryyy couldn't just pick one 😔)
nearly maxed out tags cus i’m crazy and just have so much love in my heart i wanted to tag everyone but i had to condense so i’m sorry if i missed anyone also but just know i love you all so bad
also a lot of you i haven’t interacted with in a long time and i feel bad abt that🙁 and some ppl that i tagged haven’t even been active since last year or longer like omg pls come back soon i miss you guys 😣😣
OMG THANK YOU SM BABY I MISS INTERACTING WITH YOU TOO<\3
my most favourite people here🙂↕️: @cherryvvave @moviecritc @bloomcissa @cryptic-doe @rh1nestcned @lechelovestoyap @luviery @vianawaits @scissorhvnds @dreamersentity @kamislop @batwngs @sakunai @mystiquevoid @1nsignia @patientofarkhamasylum @arfemiz @froggibus @tinafication @bitemysin @torupng @brinawing @biovomit @evilmanhater @gr0und-zer00 (i'm sorry if i didn't tag someone, but know that you're very dear to me too<3)
i feel like i don't say it enough, but i love you all, and y'all are very very dear to me. here on tumblr i found the community i feel sort of belonging to and with who i have experienced peak girlhood♥️
GAH STOP THIS IS SO SWEET siri how do i tag all of my 150+ mutuals-
i'm going to tag some of my babygirls and if i miss some PLEASE DON'T TAKE IT PERSONALLY i love and cherish all my lovely mooties :( even if we don't interact much
♡ summary: you and jermajesty are both selected to be part of the cast of love is blind season 9. can you fall in love sight unseen? and once out of the pods, can you make it to marriage?
♡ tags: sfw, love is blind au, drama in true reality tv show fashion, happy ending (i promise)
Can you do a husband!Randyjr x pregnant!reader. Randy finding out you have two babies in your belly, not just one. Pure fluff bc Randy Jr needs more love
Double Trouble
Randy Jr x Fem!reader
Synopsis: In which your first echogram reveals not one, but two pleasant surprises
WARNINGS: just fluff and comfort, Randy is the most perfect husband, and reader and Randy freaking tf out lmao
A/N: thank for this rec🩷🩷🩷 i had a great time doing it
This content is NOT AI and shall NOT be used to train AI
Finding out you were pregnant on your wedding anniversary seemed a little too kismet to be true. Randy sat beside you after you took 2 “just in case” tests, because your period was supposed to start two weeks ago, and he was the one that noticed this.
“What are we gonna do if they’re positive?” you say hugging him, looking for some sort of comfort, he didn’t want to say it, but your question sounded ridiculous to him right now.
“Honey, we’re married, we both have a good, reliable income, we bought this big ass house to fill with kids” he holds you tight “Everything is gonna be alright”
“And if they’re negative?” you sniffled, you didn’t even notice you were crying, you were having a lot of emotions right now
“If they’re negative…i’m not gonna lie maybe i’ll be a little bummed” chuckles softly “i want to be a dad, i want to be the father of your children, but if it’s not the time then, we keep going, it’ll be our time sometime right?” he looks down at you “Are you ready?” you nod as he grabs the tests, upside down.
He counts to three and flips them back up
pregnant
3-4
pregnant
3-4
Your hands go to your mouth, Randy’s eyes get teary, his first instinct is to pull you into his arms in a warmest hug you’ve ever felt. You muttered little “oh my god”s as you yourself get teary eyed again
“I love you” Randy kisses your shoulder, his voice sounding a little broken “I love you i love you so much, thank you for this” he says how pulling away slightly, grabbing you on either side of your face and kissing your lips “This is the best anniversary gift ever” he chuckles into your lips
“We’re gonna be parents” you laugh, like it finally dawned on you, Randy laughs with you, kissing you, hugging you. Soon after, when the emotions settle down a bit, he pulls out his phone, immediately booking your first obgyn appointment.
…
A couple days later, you guys arrive to the appointment, Randy looking a lot more nervous than you. The nurse, a nice older lady calls you over to the room, asking you a few standard questions about yourself, Randy just stands there beside you, rubbing his hands together from how much he was sweating.
“First time?” the nurse said as she gestured you towards the the bed
“Yeah, can you tell?” Randy chuckles
“It’s okay dad, you can sit right there beside mommy, we’re just gonna check everything out, make sure you have a healthy baby” the nurse immediately made Randy feel a lot more comfortable, he sits nexts to you holding your hand and bringing it to his lips, leaving a soft kiss on it.
The nurse puts the gel on your belly, moving the sensor around, finding your little baby.
“Well there’s your little bean” she says smiling ear to ear, you both look at the screen noticing it, small enough for you to miss if you weren’t aware of it, but big enough for you to notice
“Oh my god” Randy’s squeezes your hand lightly, feeling the tears well up in his eyes
“It’s so little” you chuckle in between tears, you can’t believe you’re carrying a little life in you right now, you and Randy’s baby.
Suddenly, the nurse goes quiet as she moves the sensor to another side of your belly “Oh…”
“Oh? Is everything alright?” Randy immediately asked
“No everything looks amazing! i just need to get another angle real quick…do either of you have twins in your family?”
You immediately shook your head no, then looked at Randy, you can feel your heart pounding
“Well, my uncle Marlon was a twin, and my uncle Jackie had twins…why?
“Well” she chuckles “That one you see on the screen is baby A…” “And then here’s…baby B”
Silence.
Randy looks at you, then the nurse, then the screen. Two little figures on it
“Are you…are you sure?” you say as tears roll down your face
“Clear as day mama” she smiles softly as she wipes the excess gel of your belly “Congratulations, you’re having twins”
“Oh lord i’m bout to puke” Randy said as the lady hands him the ultrasound, she leaves the room, giving you both space to process the news. “We’re having two babies”“My grandma and mom are gonna freak out”
“Two babies is crazy Randy, how?” you sit up on the bed
“Guess i’m just that good” Randy says kissing you, you push his shoulder
“You’re disgusting Randall” you laugh as he helps you off the bed
“Baby i’m so happy” he pulls you into a hug before you can make it to the door “Thank you so much for this” his hand goes to your (for now) tiny belly “I promise i’ll be the best dad for y’all, nothing will ever hurt y’all, you will have everything in the world and then some”
You look at him as he speaks, he’s dead serious? a mixture of overwhelmed and happiness washing over both of you, but you couldn’t be more in love, this man proved to be the best husband and now the best father “I have no doubt about it Randy”
As you guys drive home, you can’t help but wonder about the future, being a family of four, a house full of love and laughter, you can’t wait to hold your babies in your arms.
Yo, to my fellow black writers out there! Can we started turning all these baby daddy fics into husband fics? Cause the tags for characters/men we be writing for are always baby daddy, baby daddy, baby daddy and it's rubbing me the wrong way.
Perpetuating baby daddy culture. Let black women be wives and have husbands. Why can't black women have a baby with her husband, why it gotta be with a baby daddy? Let's do better.
Reader x Baby Daddy Jermajesty.
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Why are we writing baby daddy/baby mama stories for ourselves? Like, it's disturbing scrolling through the tag and seeing that that's really what we're romanticizing, being a baby mama.
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pairing: wife!reader x husband!jaafar | gf!reader x bf!jermajesty | fiancee!reader x fiancee!randy jr
summary: three separate blurbs of you doing the "current boyfriend" tik tok prank on your partner.
themes: fluff, established relationships
authors note: i do love this trend, and also coming from this request.
jaafar
“baby, you almost ready?” you hear jaafar call for you from downstairs. you were putting the finishing touches on your hair and makeup because jaafar was taking you out to dinner to celebrate your two year anniversary as a married couple. before the two of you left, though, you had one more thing you wanted to do first.
you had been seeing the prank go around on tik tok where girls introduced their partners as their "current boyfriend," and every reaction had been funnier than the last. you especially couldn't wait to try it on jaafar because he wasn't your boyfriend anymore in any sense of the word. he'd been your husband for two years. if anyone was going to have the most confused reaction imaginable, it was going to be him.
you had a pretty nice following on tik tok, not full blown influencer big, but enough that you liked making videos just because they were fun. it had never become your career, and it never needed to. when jaafar proposed, he'd made it clear that if you wanted to work, he would support you completely, but if you ever decided you didn't want to, that was just as okay because he was more than capable of providing for the two of you. it had never been about control with him. it had always been about making sure you knew every choice was yours.
“yeah, baby, i’m coming,” you call back.
after one last swipe of lipstick, you set the tube down and made your way downstairs. the soft click of your heels against the floor was all the warning jaafar needed before he was already crossing the room toward you.
his eyes slowly wandered over you, taking in every detail of your dress until he bit down on his lip, completely captivated. “you look amazing,” he says.
you can't help smiling as you look him over too. dressed in a button up shirt and nice pants, he looked just as handsome as he always did, somehow managing to leave you speechless even after all these years together.
“thank you, baby. you look very delicious,” you say with a wink. his smile immediately spreads across his face, and he ducks his head as a familiar blush creeps into his cheeks beneath your praise. “can we take a quick video before we leave? do we have time? because we look too good not to capture,” you say.
jaafar lets out a quiet laugh before wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, settling comfortably against you as he rests his chin on your shoulder.
“of course we can,” he says. you smile, lifting your phone that was already open to tik tok, and finally press record.
“hi guys… as you can see, i’m here with my current boyfriend,” you start.
jaafar’s expression changes immediately. you watch it happen in the corner of your screen as his easy smile disappears, replaced by a look of complete and utter confusion.
“and we’re about to go out to dinner to celebrate our two year anniversary!” you continue with the same bright smile, but beside you, jaafar has already lifted his chin from your shoulder. instead of looking at the camera, he's looking directly at you, his brows drawn together as he tries to process what you just said.
“baby?” he says, confusion laced in his tone.
“hmm?” you ask as you look at him.
“what was that you called me?” he asks.
“my current boyfriend?” you ask. he nods without taking his eyes off you. “yeah, i was just telling my followers that we’re going out to dinner for our anniversary,” you say.
it takes every ounce of self control you have to keep a straight face. your lips threaten to twitch with every passing second because jaafar keeps cycling through a different expression of confusion, his eyes narrowing, then widening, then narrowing again as he silently tries to understand why his wife of two years had suddenly introduced him as her boyfriend... and why, somehow, the word "current" made it sound even more suspicious.
“i’m your husband,” he says.
you nod without missing a beat. “yeah…”
you answer as though that should settle the matter entirely, but it only leaves jaafar looking even more bewildered. he searches your face for some clue that you're joking, some tiny crack in your composure that will explain why his wife, the woman he'd promised forever to, had just casually introduced him as her "current boyfriend."
“am i being demoted?” jaafar asks. the question catches you completely off guard, and despite how hard you've been trying to hold it together, a laugh slips past your lips.
“no, of course not… what do you mean?” you ask.
“well current boyfriend sounds like i’m not your husband and that you might have another boyfriend on the way,” he says. your heart almost melts right there.
the sincerity in his confusion only makes it harder to keep the prank going because he's trying so earnestly to make sense of something that, in his mind, simply doesn't add up.
“well no, you’re my current boyfriend,” you say.
“i’m your husband of two years… i haven’t been your boyfriend in nearly 4 years, because i spent a year as your fiance,” he says.
another smile tugs at your lips. he's unintentionally laying out the entire relationship timeline like he's presenting evidence in court, hoping that if he explains it logically enough, you'll realize where you've misspoken.
“okay, baby, can i just finish making my video about where we’re going?” you ask.
“yeah, i want to finish the video, but why are you saying i’m your current—” he cuts himself off. his eyes flick down to your phone, lingering there for just a second before realization begins to settle across his face. the confusion slowly dissolves, replaced by a look that makes your stomach tighten because you know exactly what's coming.
he looks back at you. “are you pranking me right now?” he asks.
every bit of laughter you've been fighting spills out at once, leaving you doubled over as the sound echoes through the room. the effort of keeping a straight face disappears completely, and tears begin gathering in your eyes from laughing so hard.
jaafar just shakes his head with an amused smile before taking your phone from your hands. he turns it back toward himself and looks straight into the camera.
“just to let it be known, i am her one and only husband, and that’s never changing,” jaafar says. he ends the recording before handing your phone back to you.
your smile softens as you rise onto your toes to kiss him. the second your lips meet, one of his hands settles more securely around your waist, drawing you closer until there's barely any space left between you.
“i love you, silly girl,” jaafar says as he shakes his head. your grin only grows wider.
“i love you, more… current boyfriend,” you tease. jaafar drops his head with another laugh, already knowing you were going to get one last jab in.
“girl, get your ass in the car,” he says.
your giggles follow the two of you all the way out of the house, lingering between teasing smiles, stolen glances, and the easy kind of happiness that made even a simple drive to your anniversary dinner feel like something worth remembering.
jermajesty:
unfortunately, jermajesty didn’t know that he was about to become the latest victim of one of your tik tok pranks. you had been watching video after video of the "current boyfriend" trend, and every single reaction had you laughing harder than the last. almost immediately, you knew jermajesty had to be next.
when you head downstairs into the living room of your shared apartment, you find jermajesty exactly where you expected him to be, stretched out on the couch with a controller in his hands, completely invested in whatever game he was playing.
phone still in your hand, you walk over without saying a word and he doesn't have to look away from the screen to know you're there.
without pausing his game, jermajesty immediately lifts his arms, silently inviting you into the familiar spot between his legs. you settle comfortably against his chest, and as soon as you're situated, his arms naturally fall back around your waist, holding you there like it's the only place you're meant to be.
you open tik tok, smiling to yourself when you feel him press an absentminded kiss against your temple before returning his attention to the game.
“you gonna make a new video, mama?” he asks when he catches a glimpse of your phone screen and notices the app already open.
“yeah, i was gonna do a storytime about how my homegirl almost got in that fight the last time we went out,” you say. his laugh rumbles through his chest, and you feel every bit of it where you're leaning against him.
“yeah, they’re gonna love that one,” he says. your smile grows a little more mischievous knowing he can't see it, and you finally hit record.
“hey guys… i promised you a storytime, but there was someone who didn’t want to be left out,” you say. you hear jermajesty laugh again, so you tilt the camera up just enough to bring more of his face into frame. “so, as i sit there snuggled up to my current boyfriend while he plays video games, let me tell y’all what happened last week,” you say.
the words barely finish leaving your mouth before the clicking of his controller stops and his game is instantly paused.
you don't even have to turn around to know he's staring at you because you can already see his expression in your phone screen. his brows knit together, his mouth parts slightly, and every trace of focus he'd had on the game disappears as his brain completely abandons the mission in favor of figuring out what on earth you just said.
“hold on… what the hell did you just call me?” he asks. there isn't a hint of irritation in his voice. if anything, he sounds genuinely blindsided, like he's convinced he must have misheard you.
“my current boyfriend?” you say as you tilt your head back to look at him. the look on his face nearly breaks your composure. he's studying you so seriously, searching for some explanation that makes more sense than the words he just heard.
“what does current mean? you got another man lined up after me or something?” he asks. you shake your head innocently.
“no, i was just saying, i was going to tell my current boyfriend, you, and my followers the story,” you say.
jermajesty shakes his head, trying not to laugh even as his confusion continues winning the battle. “we’ve been together for five years,” he says.
you nod. “i know,” you say.
“so why you saying i’m your current boyfriend like you’re gonna replace me?” he asks. you shake your head again.
“no, you’re not being replaced, you’re my current boyfriend,” you say.
his eyebrows pull together even more as he looks at you, then at your phone, then back at you again. you can practically see the gears turning as he tries to connect the dots, and the second his eyes land on the screen one more time, realization begins creeping across his face.
“baby, are you fucking with me right now? stop saying i’m your current boyfriend,” he says. the second those words leave his mouth, your self control completely disappears.
laughter spills out of you before you can stop it, your shoulders shaking as you lean back against him. hearing you laugh is all jermajesty needs to confirm his suspicion because he starts laughing too, tightening his arms around your waist until you're practically trapped against his chest.
still chuckling, he reaches forward and looks straight into your phone's camera. “for the record, i’m her only boyfriend and i will be her husband,” he says before he ends the recording.
your laughter fades almost instantly, instead, warmth rushes into your cheeks as you turn to look at him, caught completely off guard by how naturally those words came out of his mouth.
“really?” you ask.
he nods before leaning down to kiss you. the moment his lips meet yours, you melt into him instinctively, every bit as comfortable there as you had been curled against him only moments earlier.
“mama, you’re mine forever whether you like it or not. i love you,” he says.
your smile softens into something quieter, something full of the kind of certainty that only comes after years of growing up together, choosing each other every day, and somehow still finding new reasons to fall in love. you snuggle deeper into his chest as he unpauses his game, his arm never leaving your waist.
“i love you too, maj.”
randy jr:
you were in randy’s car. you two were heading to hayvenhurst to meet the rest of the family for a fourth of july cookout. your phone was already propped up in the holder attached to the air vent while you fixed your hair, using the front facing camera on tik tok as a mirror while randy finished grabbing a few things from inside the house.
the driver's side door opened a moment later, and the second he settled into his seat, he leaned across the center console, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “you ready?” he asks.
you turn toward him with a grin. “yes, but let’s take a cute video together first… you know my tik tok followers love you,” you say.
randy lets out an amused laugh, already shaking his head because he knows exactly where this is going.
the first time he'd accidentally appeared in one of your videos, your comment section had practically exploded. thankfully, your followers were respectful, but ever since then they'd constantly ask when randy was going to make another appearance.
in reality, though, it wasn't so much that he liked making videos as much as he loved indulging you. if you wanted to drag him into another couples trend, he'd sigh dramatically, tease you for five seconds, and then do it anyway because seeing you happy was worth every ounce of embarrassment.
“of course, i can’t disappoint my fans,” he teases.
you roll your eyes, but you’re still smiling. “whatever, boy,” you say as you hit record. randy leans over once more, stealing another kiss against your cheek before settling back into his seat, and your smile widens as you turn the camera toward the two of you.
“hey guys… happy fourth of july. i’m here with my current boyfriend randy, and we’re gonna head to his family’s house for a cookout and pool party,” you say with an easy smile.
you're so focused on sounding natural that you don't notice the way randy's expression changes almost instantly. his head slowly tilts toward you, his brows pulling together as he replays your words in his head, genuinely trying to figure out if he somehow heard you wrong.
“hold on… what did you just say?” he asks, a small, disbelieving laugh slipping into his voice. you blink at him with practiced innocence.
“i said me and my current boyfriend, which is you, we’re going to your family’s house for the cookout… is that not what we’re doing?” you ask.
randy studies you for another second before one eyebrow slowly lifts. “yes… that’s where we’re going. can i see your hand real quick?” he asks.
the second he says it, you already know exactly what he's thinking, and instead of giving him the hand he wants, you stretch your right hand toward him.
he looks down at it, then back up at you, completely unimpressed. “you know what hand i’m asking for, girl,” he says.
the tiny smile threatening your lips only grows as you finally place your left hand in his. he takes it gently, lifting it in front of your phone so the engagement ring catches the camera perfectly.
“now, everyone, i have a question. if this ring is on her left hand… why am i being called a current boyfriend?” he asks.
it's so unmistakably randy that you nearly lose it right there. he isn't even arguing with you anymore. he's presenting physical evidence to your followers, completely convinced that the ring alone should settle the debate.
you bite down on your lip so hard it almost hurts, doing everything you can to keep yourself from laughing.
“baby, stop come on, let’s just finish the video,” you say, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. you turn back toward your phone with remarkable composure. “okay, like i was saying, going to my current boyfriend’s family’s house for a cookout and a pool party,” you say.
randy lets out another incredulous laugh before turning fully toward you. “baby!” he exclaims.
“what?” you ask as you look at him.
“i just showed them the ring, they know i’m not your boyfriend, stop with the current boyfriend bull,” he says. the sheer disbelief on his face finally breaks whatever composure you had left.
a fit of giggles escapes you as you turn toward him, your shoulders shaking while he watches you with the kind of smile that says he should've known this whole thing had your fingerprints all over it.
he lets out a quiet sigh through his own laughter before looking directly into your phone. “this is my wife, and she’s not going anywhere,” randy says. your laughter softens as you look back at him, one eyebrow lifting.
“oh, so i’m a hostage now?” you tease.
randy immediately shakes his head, laughing harder now as he reaches over and gives your thigh an affectionate squeeze.
“stop playing with me, girl.”
the two of you dissolve into laughter together, and somewhere between the teasing, the engagement ring still sparkling on your hand, and the way he couldn't stop smiling at you even after you'd successfully gotten him with the prank, you realize this is exactly why your followers loved seeing him in your videos.
every trend somehow stopped being about the camera after a few seconds and became about the two of you, slipping so effortlessly into the comfortable rhythm you'd built together that it was impossible to fake.
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