alexís

she/her cachonda 97% de tiempo 💋 🇨🇺

[tokischaaaaa]

𓏲ּ𝄢 alexís. 18. sagittarius. #1 dangerous defender. cuban. doodler. cafecito addict. rnb fanatic. ldpdl stan.

𓏲ּ𝄢 i write every bluemoon, so don't expect consistancy.. but the rest of the time im rambling or posting random stuff :]

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[mjyoutube]

[deerchael]

me too patisserie1

[cherryxkissed]

hey baby part two

jermajesty x f!reader

summary: you can say... love found a way

wc: 3,876

yalllll i finally lock in and wrote part two. please tell me yall are proud. anywayy you can find part one here. love yall my babies.

You wake up the next morning with sunlight creeping through your bedroom curtains, casting soft golden streaks across your ceiling. The ghost of a hand still tingles on your skin, you can almost feel the warmth of his fingers, the brush of his lips against your knuckles.

You rub your eyes and stretch, limbs heavy with sleep. For a moment, you just lie there, staring at the ceiling, replaying the night in fragments. The bar. The peach martini. The way he kissed your hand like you were something precious.

Then it hits you... the text!

You remember sending it last night, your heart pounding as you typed those two little words. Hey baby. You were too nervous to wait for a reply, too scared to see if he'd respond or if the night had meant more to you than it did to him. You'd tossed your phone aside and forced yourself to sleep.

Now you sit up, heart already racing, grabbing your phone from the nightstand. The screen lights up and you see it, a few unopened messages. You smile before you even read them.

Jermajesty: and here i thought i imagined you.

You bite your lip. He texted you an hour after you sent your message last night. A response that came late enough to show he wasn't desperate, but early enough to prove he was thinking about you too.

You type slowly, savoring the moment.

You: good morning, sorry i dropped dead last night

You also decide to reply to his little message from last night, a smirk playing on your lips.

You: you wish...

Not even thirty seconds pass before the three dots appear. He's typing. Your stomach flips.

Two messages come through back to back.

Jermajesty: good morning, gorgeous

Jermajesty: people have told me i have a big imagination. you just happen to be better than anything i could've come up with in my head

You laugh out loud, tossing an arm over your face, phone pressed to your chest like it's a secret.

Smooth bastard.

Handsome, smooth bastard.

You type back before you can overthink it.

You: flattery will get you everywhere, you know that?

Jermajesty: good. because i have a lot more where that came from.

You: oh yeah? like what?

Jermajesty: like i think about the way you bit your lip when you were thinking. and the way you smell, like vanilla and something sweet. and the way your eyes went wide when i kissed your hand like you weren't expecting it.

You stare at the screen, heat creeping up your neck. You read it twice. Three times.

You: you pay attention.

Jermajesty: to you? always.

You bite your lip so hard you're surprised it doesn't bleed. Your phone feels hot in your hands, or maybe that's just you.

You: so what now?

Jermajesty: now? you tell me what you're doing today. and i figure out how to see you again.

You look around your apartment — the messy bed, the half-open curtains, the pile of laundry you've been ignoring for three days. You smile to yourself, already planning your outfit, already counting down the hours.

You: today i'm free. tomorrow too. and the day after that.

Jermajesty: good. because i plan on taking up all of them.

You set your phone down and scream silently into your pillow.

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The first week of your break is a blur of texts, voice notes, and phone calls that stretch into the early hours of the morning. You learn things about each other in the quiet spaces between words — the way he laughs at his own jokes before he finishes them, the way he says your name like he's tasting it.

You learn that he's a total nerd. A real one. He loves anything involving anime — classics, new releases, the ones with complicated plots you need a flowchart to follow. He tries to explain the lore of Attack on Titan to you over a phone call, and you listen with a smile, understanding maybe half of it, but finding it genuinely adorable how passionate he gets. He catches himself rambling at one point and goes quiet.

"Sorry, I'm boring you."

"Not boring me. I like hearing you talk about things you love."

There's a pause. When he speaks again, his voice is softer. "You know, that's rare. Most people just glaze over."

"Most people aren't me."

"No," he says quietly. "They're not."

You truly love talking to him. He's charismatic — the kind of charming that doesn't feel rehearsed. He's respectful, always checking in, always making sure you're comfortable. He's everything you've been looking for in a man, even if you weren't sure that man existed until now.

But unfortunately for both of you, life gets in the way.

The anticipated date never really happens. Not for lack of wanting. Not for lack of trying. But two weeks is not enough time — not when you have a mountain of errands to climb, a life to wrangle back into shape before you're back in the air. Doctor's appointments. Laundry that's been piling up for months. Catching up with family who've been missing you. The mundane, necessary chaos of being a person with a full life.

Jermajesty understands. He never once makes you feel guilty for it.

Instead, he makes sure you feel seen.

A bouquet of flowers arrives on your doorstep two days after you mention, offhandedly, that you love peonies. He remembers. He remembers. You stare at the arrangement for a full minute, a hand pressed to your chest.

Then there's the breakfast delivery on a morning you text him that you're exhausted. A full spread; pancakes, fresh fruit, orange juice, a little note tucked inside that just says: "Fuel for the beautiful. — J"

He sends you a voice note before bed, just to say goodnight. He sends you a picture of his dog Duke sleeping in his lap, with the caption: "can't wait for you to meet him"

Every detail, every gesture, is a reminder that he's not going anywhere. That even though the timing is messy, the connection is not.

"He's adorable" you reply smiling at the picture he sent.

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Finally, both you and Jermajesty decided on a date.

Saturday. Three days away. You try not to think about the fact that you leave Monday, that your window of opportunity is painfully small. Instead, you focus on the exciting date you're going to have with him. The anticipation hums under your skin like a second heartbeat.

But if you're being honest with yourself, you're not sure how this whole thing could work. Not really. You're constantly on a plane, flying all over the world, living out of a suitcase in hotel rooms you barely remember. As a flight attendant, you've learned not to think too hard about relationships or love. They never stick. They never fit.

But something about him is alluring. Something about the way he said your name that first night, the way he kissed your knuckles like you were something sacred. You've been dying to go on a date with him since the moment you walked out of that bar. So what's the harm in letting yourself want this? Just this once.

He didn't tell you where he was planning to take you. It's a surprise. He just told you to dress nicely and be ready by 7:00pm Saturday, he'll pick you up.

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Friday night you and Bryn are in your apartment, sprawled across your couch, enjoying your last days of freedom. Wine bottles and empty takeout containers litter the coffee table. A cheesy reality show plays on low volume in the background, half-watched, half-ignored.

"So," Bryn says, wiggling her eyebrows over the rim of her wine glass, "what are we wearing tomorrow to see Mr. Majesty?"

You laugh at the nickname she gave him. It's ridiculous. It's also kind of perfect.

"I'm not sure yet. But that's why I got you, my friend." You stand, grabbing her hand. "You can help me choose."

You drag her into your room and throw open your closet, pulling out a few options. A little black dress, a red number you've been saving for a special occasion, a flowy floral midi, and the emerald, green one Bryn's been eyeing since she walked in.

"Alright. What you think?"

Bryn sets down her wine glass and walks up to the options like she's judging a fashion competition. She picks up each one, holds it against herself, makes a face, and tosses it aside.

Then she grabs the green one. A strapless, sequin-detailed, mini flare dress that hugs every curve.

"Ooh, this green one is what I'm talking about." She holds it up against your body, nodding approvingly. "Your boobs would look great in this dress, girl. It has been decided. You are wearing it."

You grab the dress, holding it against your body in the mirror. The color is rich, deep, the kind of green that pops against your skin. You can already picture his face when he sees you in it.

"You think he's gonna make a move?" Bryn asks, picking at her nails, feigning casualness.

"A move? Bryn, we haven't even been on a date yet."

"Girl." She looks at you like you've lost your mind. "That man kissed your hand at a bar. He's already made a move. Tomorrow he's just confirming."

You roll your eyes, but she's not entirely wrong. Your mind drifts to the way he looked at you, like you were the only woman in the room. The way his voice dropped when he said gorgeous.

"Just... don't fall too fast, okay?" Bryn's voice softens, the teasing edge fading into something genuine. "I know you. You give your whole heart to people who haven't even asked for it yet. Protect yourself a little."

"I will."

"I'm serious. He seems great, but you deserve great. Don't settle for less just because he bought you a drink and called you pretty."

You smile at her, warmth blooming in your chest. "I love you."

"I love you too." She grins, mischief returning to her eyes. "Now send me his location tomorrow so I know where to find the body if he tries something."

"Bryn!"

"I'M KIDDING..." She pauses. "...Mostly."

You laugh, shaking your head, and start gathering the rejected dresses to take back to your closet. You're about to head to the bathroom when your phone buzzes on the coffee table.

"Ooh, lover boy is calling," Bryn sings, picking up your phone and handing it to you. She's already settled back on the couch, scrolling for a movie. "In the meantime, I'll pick something for us to watch. Don't take too long! I'm not watching the first fifteen minutes without you."

You take the phone, already smiling. "Heyyy, you."

"Hey, you."

But his voice sounds different. Tired. Strained. Something in your chest tightens immediately, a knot you didn't know was there pulling tight.

"What's wrong?"

He lets out a long breath, and you hear the weight in it. "I'm so sorry. I have to cancel tomorrow."

The words land like a punch to the gut. The smile slides off your face. "Oh."

Out of everything you were expecting, that was the last thing. You feel the air leave your lungs, the anticipation you've been carrying all week deflating in an instant.

"I'm really sorry. Some family business came up. Me and my siblings have to fly to New York tonight." He pauses, and you hear him exhale, frustrated. "I really am sorry, beautiful. I'll make it up to you. I know you leave Monday. But the second you come back, the second you're free I don't care what I have to move around. I'll make sure I see you."

You close your eyes. The disappointment is sharp, but you push it down. You think for a minute— family comes first. And you meant it.

"Hey." Your voice comes out softer than you expected. "It's alright. Family comes first. Always."

There's a long pause on his end. When he speaks again, his voice is quieter, almost vulnerable. "You're not mad?"

"Disappointed." You force a small smile he can't see. "Not mad. There's a difference."

"I'll make it up to you. I promise."

"You better."

He lets out a breath, part laugh, part relief. "I will. I swear on everything."

"Okay. Well, I should get back to Bryn before she bites my head off for taking too long. We're having a girls' night."

"Okay, gorgeous. I hope to see you soon."

"Yeah." Your voice drops, almost a whisper. "Be careful, Jermajesty. I hope to find you again."

The line goes quiet for a moment.

"I hope I do too," he says softly.

You hang up first, staring at your phone for a long moment. The screen goes dark. You blink, and the disappointment settles into your bones.

You walk back into the living room, trying to school your features, but Bryn looks up from her phone and her face changes immediately.

"Ughhh, I had the hardest time choosing some — hey. Babe. What's wrong?"

She's already sitting up, full attention on you. Your face must be doing something you can't control, because she looks genuinely concerned.

You explain. The call. The cancellation. New York. The promise to make it up to you.

Bryn listens, her expression shifting from concern to frustration to something like sympathy. When you're done, she falls back against the couch cushions and lets out a long breath.

"That actually fucking sucks," she says.

You don't disagree.

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A month had passed since that Friday night.

A whole month.

You've been working nonstop red-eyes, early mornings, turnarounds that leave you dizzy and disoriented, unsure which city you're waking up in. You haven't had time for yourself, let alone anyone else. As the weeks passed, you tried to text Jermajesty as much as you could. You really did. But the constant back-and-forth slowly dwindled, the way all things do when life gets loud. The texts became less frequent. The gaps between them grew wider.

You're not pulling away on purpose. You're just... busy. Overwhelmed. Stretched thin in a way that leaves nothing left over for anyone else. And somewhere in the back of your mind, it's easier to focus on the people in front of you. Passengers, crewmates, the stranger in 14B who needs a pillow, then the beautiful man waiting on the other side of the country. Because thinking about him means wanting him. And wanting him means facing the fact that you can't have him right now.

You're currently in a hotel room in Spain. It's three in the morning. The city hums quietly outside your window, foreign and unfamiliar, and you're lying on a bed that isn't yours, finally — finally — with a proper moment to open your messages.

The last text from him is from five days ago.

Jermajesty: thinking of you. hope you're okay.

You stare at it. The guilt settles heavy in your stomach.

You type something. Delete it. Type something else. Delete that too.

What do you even say? Hey, sorry I disappeared? Hey, sorry I've been a ghost for almost a week?

Nothing sounds right. Nothing feels like enough.

You put the phone down on the nightstand, face-up, as if waiting for it to do something on its own.

You tell yourself you'll reply tomorrow.

Tomorrow comes. And goes.

And so the days continue passing.

Tonight, you're the only flight attendant on a small flight, just fifteen passengers from New York City back to L.A. A milk run. Easy. You can finally go back home and sleep in your own bed, and the thought alone is enough to carry you through.

You're grateful for the distraction. The routine of it, the safety demos, the drink service, the familiar rhythm of the cabin grounds you in a way nothing else has lately. You're in your element. You're in control. Up here, at thirty thousand feet, you know exactly who you are and what you're doing.

The cabin is quiet tonight. Business travelers, a couple on what looks like an anniversary trip, a man in the front row who's already asleep before takeoff. You move through the aisle with practiced ease, offering drinks, checking seatbelt signs, smiling through the exhaustion that has settled deep into your bones.

You're halfway through the service when you feel it.

That prickle on the back of your neck. The one you've learned to trust over years of this job the instinct that tells you a passenger needs something. Or wants something. Or is watching you.

You turn, professional smile already in place, ready to ask if they'd like a drink.

And then you see him.

Jermajesty.

He's sitting near the back of the small cabin you almost missed him. He's wearing a simple hoodie and sweatpants, a beanie hiding his curls. Nothing like the polished, man from the bar. He looks softer. Rougher. Real. And he's looking at you like you're the only person on the plane.

Like he's been waiting for you.

Like he knew you'd be here.

Your breath catches. Your heart slams against your ribs. The drink cart rolls to a stop in front of you, and you're frozen, gripping the handle so tight your knuckles go white.

He smiles. That same slow, devastating smile from the bar a month ago.

And he says, low enough that only you can hear:

"Hey, baby."

The word hangs in the air between you, thick as the cabin pressure.

You open your mouth. Close it. Your brain is short-circuiting, trying to reconcile the man from your texts with the man sitting in front of you right now. The two feel like different people, the one-dimensional voice on the other end of a phone, and the warm, breathing, real presence in front of you.

"Jermajesty." His name comes out breathless. "What — what are you doing here?"

He takes a slow breath, eyes never leaving yours. "I'm flying back home."

"I can see that." You lower your voice, aware of the other passengers, the entire goddamn plane that suddenly feels too small. "I mean — how did you — did you know I'd be on this flight?"

"I might've done some digging."

"You might've?"

"Okay, I did." He holds your gaze, unapologetic. "You told me you worked for the airline. I looked up the crew schedule. Educated guess."

Your jaw drops. "That's — that's insane."

"Is it?" He tilts his head, studying you. There's no arrogance in his voice just honesty. "I haven't heard from you in almost two weeks. You disappeared. I did what I had to do to see you again."

"You could've just texted me."

"I did." His voice is quiet. Not accusatory. Just pointed. "You didn't text back."

The guilt hits you like a slap. You look away at the bulkhead, at the overhead bin, at the safety card wedged in the seat pocket in front of you. Anywhere but his eyes.

"I'm sorry. Work has been crazy and —"

"Hey." His voice softens. "No, don't apologize. I get it. I'm just happy I found you again. Like I promised."

You look back at him. He's smiling genuine, warm, without a trace of resentment.

You smile too, unable to help yourself.

"I don't even know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything right now." He reaches out and gently touches your hand just a brush of his fingers against yours. "Finish your shift. We'll talk when we land. Okay?"

You nod, not trusting your voice.

He lets go of your hand, and the absence of his touch feels colder than the cabin air.

You step back, grab the drink cart, and continue down the aisle like nothing happened.

But your hands are shaking.

And your heart hasn't stopped racing.

The rest of the flight is torture.

Not in a bad way in the way that makes the seconds feel like hours. You're wishing for the plane to go faster, wishing you could skip ahead to the part where you're on solid ground with him. You're growing impatient, restless, and Jer being here just a few feet away, close enough to touch is not making it easier.

Every time you walk past him, you feel his eyes on you. Every time you offer him a drink or a snack, his fingers brush yours a second longer than necessary. He doesn't push. He doesn't pressure. He just waits, patient and steady, like he's already decided how this ends.

By the time the plane starts its descent, you're a mess of nerves and anticipation.

The seatbelt sign dings on. You take your jumpseat across from him, close enough to see the way his chest rises and falls, the way his fingers tap restlessly on his knee.

He catches you looking and smiles.

Busted.

You look away, heat rising to your cheeks.

The landing is smooth. The passengers start gathering their things, the usual shuffle of bags and coats and impatience. You stand in the galley, helping with bags, saying goodbye, going through the motions but your focus is elsewhere. You're counting down the seconds until the cabin empties.

And then he's there. Standing in front of you. The last passenger off the plane.

He's close enough that you catch his scent the same cologne from the bar, warm and familiar. It hits you like a wave of memory.

"Meet me at the exit of the airport, okay?"

You nod, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Sure."

He leans in, just a fraction. "By the way, you look totally gorgeous in your uniform."

He smirks. Smooth as always.

And then he turns and walks down the jetbridge, leaving you standing there, heart pounding, a smile you can't wipe off your face.

You finish your duties in a blur paperwork, debrief, grabbing your suitcase from the crew hold. Every movement feels automatic, your mind already miles ahead, already at the airport exit.

When you finally make your way out, you see him leaning against a pillar near the doors, scrolling through his phone. He's dressed down, casual, nothing like the polished stranger from the bar. And yet he still takes your breath away.

You stop right in front of him.

"Hey, you."

He looks up, and the smile that spreads across his face is worth every missed text, every sleepless night, every doubt you've carried this past month.

"Hey, gorgeous." He pockets his phone, giving you his full attention. "So I'm assuming you're back home for another break?"

"Yup. Another two weeks." You tilt your head, studying him. "Why?"

He steps closer. "Come to my place tonight."

You blink, caught off guard. "Are you sure?"

"Woman, I've been waiting for you for what feels like forever." His voice is low, sincere. "So yes, I'm sure. I'll cook for you. You can get comfortable. We'll watch a movie. Just the two of us."

Your chest warms. It's so simple. So domestic. So him.

"Okay, Jermajesty." You pause, a playful glint in your eyes. "Just one condition."

"Anything for you, gorgeous."

"As long as you cook me some alfredo pasta."

He lets out a laugh warm, genuine, relief and joy tangled together in the sound.

"Deal, baby."

And when he reaches for your hand this time, you let him take it.

[michaelspytfs]

ꜱɪɴ ᴘɪᴊᴀᴍᴀ

Pairings: Toxic!Jealous! Jermajesty x Toxic!Jealous! Reader

Genre: Second chances (?)

Warnings: Cussing, stalking, reader and jermajesty being obsessed with each other, fake accounts, and text now mentioned 😫👀 (valid warning)

Summary: You and Jermajesty broke up 2 months ago; you both had too much pride, thought of yourselves as much more.. yet both insecure at the same time? Mad at each other for when somebody would ask for either number when out, a friend simply complimenting you, someone commenting on your post, and etc. Since then, you guys both went no contact and stalk each other on fake pages.. I mean it’s not like you guys fell out of love with each other!

W.C: 1.5k

Author's Note: Thank you for clicking on my story! This is my first time writing and english is not my first language so I apologize. If I spelt or used any grammar wrong please let me know, ALSO this is part one of a multiple part story (possibly), part two will get posted if this post gets one like ok thank you! Have an amazing day 💕

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You had officially reached a new low. Three fake Instagram accounts, and one fake TikTok account, Two hours spent trying to figure out whether Jermajesty's latest story quote was about you or whether you were just genuinely delusional.

you blamed boredom but deep down you knew that “bored” people didn't memorize the names of every girl that liked their ex's pictures, every new girl in his following, any of it. Well.. besides girls like you but then again no one is quite as amazing as you.

You clicked off his profile with a sigh.

“Yeah no, you're actually embarrassing." You had absolutely no reason to know he'd posted that picture twelve minutes ago or that he'd gained 387 followers since yesterday. Or.. that he'd unfollowed one girl around two in the morning. Yet somehow... you did. You locked your phone and tossed it onto your bed.

Five seconds later, you picked it right back up.”one last time… for safety measures!” You always said that. You opened up Instagram again, switched to your third burner account, and searched his username before your brain could convince you otherwise. A new story was posted, one with him outside, jermajesty always liked the outdoors.

You watched it, once. Then again, and again.. You squinted at the screen. “Who even is that?". Some girl stood behind him for maybe half a second before the camera panned away. Probably nothing.. hopefully nothing, but thankfully he tagged her. You clicked on her profile knowing if you’d find even the smallest thing, it make you more upset.

A private account, great. but now, you were curious. Your thumb hovered over the follow button for a second before you caught yourself. “Girl... stand up." you laughed nervously. You backed out so fast it was almost impressive.

You take a deep sigh before dropping your phone onto your pillow and start to stare at your ceiling. two months.

Two whole months without talking yet somehow, you still knew more about his Instagram activity than your own. Surely it couldn't be healthy... Well, even so.. it’s not like anyone knows. And if he was actually over you, then why had he liked your story last week before unliking it thirty seconds later?

Exactly.

You weren't the only pathetic one.

Your eyes drifted back to your phone.

A slow smile spread across your face. Maybe you could just have a little tiny tiny tiny bit of fun.. no harm in fun, right? Just something to see if he'd crack first. You unlocked your phone again.

“Let's see how much you've really moved on jj.”

If there was one thing you knew about Jermajesty, it was that he was nosy. Painfully nosy. He'd never admit it, but if something seemed even remotely off about you, he'd find a way to know about it. Although.. you weren't exactly innocent either.

Guess that's what happens when two jealous people date each other.

You tapped over to your profile and scrolled through your camera roll.

Selfie.

Selfie.

Random picture of your dinner.

Screenshot.

Another selfie.

A photo of you and your girls.

“..Perfect." It wasn't even anything crazy. Just a picture of you looking a little too good for someone who'd supposedly been heartbroken for the past two months. You uploaded it to your account without another thought. Caption? nope. Looking desperate wasn't on today's agenda.. allegedly.

You tossed your phone onto the bed again for the 100th time already. “If he cares, he'll see it." then you get inpatient and bored.. Three minutes. Nothing. Five minutes. Still nothing. "Yeah... that was stupid." You reached over to delete it but then you hear a buzz from your phone, you see from the corner of your eye that your phone has lit up!

Okay never mind just randoms liking it and commenting.

Wait.

“osbegixhxbsjjosbh_25 and others liked your post.” The username looked like someone had fallen asleep on their keyboard. Weird.. the account had no profile picture, no post, not even pronouns. The account follows seventeen people and only three followers.

"...Seriously?"

You clicked on the profile, created two weeks ago, private, and of course following you. You couldn't help but laugh.

"You're actually so obvious."

There was no proof it was Jermajesty.

None. But who else would make a burner account just to see your post within a minutes of posting it? You shook your head, trying not to smile. “So you're stalking me too."

You locked your phone, feeling strangely satisfied but not even five minutes later, another notification from your burners lit up your screen. Jermajesty added to his story, your eyebrows shot up. “Oh, brother..."

You didn't even try pretending you weren't interested, you opened it immediately. And there he was, he had buzzed his hair, wearing a black hoodie and his gold thin chain sitting perfectly around his neck.

One hand shoved into his pocket while he looked away from the camera like he didn't know exactly what he was doing.

No caption, not even an audio. Justttttt enough to make every girl in his following lose their mind. You rolled your eyes so hard they almost hurt. “You're so fucking annoying." but you know you didn’t truly mean it.

The two of you were still communicating through Instagram stories like a pair of childish middle schoolers who refused to text first.

You stared at his story for another second before clicking out of it, “Yeah, okay." Cute. You had to admit it. Annoyingly cute.

You refused to let him think he'd won though. Not after that. A slow smile spread across your face as another idea crossed your mind.

Two could play this game. You opened your camera, fixing a few loose strands of your hair before snapping another picture.

Just need better lighting and angle, perfect. You looked at it for a second before shaking your head. “No." Too obvious. You deleted it and tossed your phone onto your beanbag across the room.

If this turned into an Instagram war, neither of you would ever stop. You needed something better, something that would ACTUALLY get under his skin. Your eyes wandered to the hoodie hanging over your desk chair. His hoodie, you’d stolen it months ago.

Well..."Borrowed" sounded nicer.A laugh escaped your lips before you walked over and pulled it on, It still smelled faintly like him. You tried not to think too much about it. Instead, you walked back over to the mirror. One picture, and then just one more. You picked the second one

You decided not to say anything either, but you’ll at least put a song so it’s not awkward silence on your story. You scrolled through the recommended song before clicking on the song “Sin pijama” by Becky G and Natti. You clicked the lyrics and moved the bar to these specific lyrics.

“Si tú me llamas

Nos vamo' pa' tu casa

Nos quedamo' en la cama

Sin pijama, sin pijama (Yo', yo', yo')

Voy pa' contarle mis secretos a tu almohada

Mientras tanto hagamos video llamada

Me manda foto', fotico'

Mostrando todo, todito

Cuando llegue desbaratamo' la cama”

You slightly chuckle to yourself knowing that anyone else would think that this was just a normal story, a normal hoodie. But Jermajesty? He'd know exactly which one it was, you hit post.

Your phone buzzed almost immediately.

222:222:2222: “u still got my hoodie?”

A smile tugged at your lips before dropping it a little. Was he seriously using a text now numbed? I mean you did block him but your instagram is always there..

You: “i thought you were over me?”

The typing bubble appeared.

Disappeared.

Appeared again.

Jermajesty: “when i say that? plus i 
thought you stopped stalking me.”

You couldn't help but laugh.

You: “you first”

Jermajesty: “never said i did.”

Your heart skipped a few beats, it wasn't exactly an apology but it wasn't denial either. You stared at the screen for a second before another message came through.

Jermajesty: “come get the rest of your stuff”

You frowned.

You: “I don't have anything there”

Jermajesty: “You left your lip gloss, your fast charger, four pairs of jeans, and a necklace.”

...

Jermajesty:”don’t make me list everything”

You smiled despite yourself.

You: “okay.. when?”

Jermajesty: “im free tonight”

You: “and your family and fans?”

Jermajesty: “back gate, text me when you pull up”

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The entire drive over, you debated turning around but why would you debate it when this is what your plan was all along. wait. This was a terrible idea, a really, really terrible idea. You haven’t seen him in forever.. physically nor touched him nor-

You cut yourself off when you see the familiar gates of his parent’s house, you take a deep breath before parking a little farther down, pulling “your” hoodie over your head before stepping out. The neighborhood was quiet, still, you kept your head down.

Dating Jermajesty and one of the Jackson’s in general had taught you one thing; someone was always watching, and the last thing either of you needed was a blurry picture making its way onto social media by morning.

[sillylittlemind]

cheeky vid i took of my bf ✌🏼

[gravenoirr]

𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 | Part Four

Summary: A calm discussion about what to wear to the family cook out turns to friend zoning jermajesty multiple times. lmaoo

Warnings: Use of the n word

Pairing: Jermajesty x Black!reader

a/n: It's a haunter type of day! hope yall like my edit :p

Tags: @myhobari , @whyxo , @vyvyrulesboisdrool @sunsetdrvr , @ooooglymoooogly , @sebbysbaby , @sabbiabbydabbywabbie , @jinxtheplanet , @delictezz , @spiirituall , @doleuia , @liyahhsnuckhere , @taeyzz , @heyitsconysstuff , @narratedillusions , @fairydustdiary , @heyitsm4di , @mjfangurll , @saintwrld , @xoxolittlemonster , @loverkiiller , @offth3walll , @michaeljacksonapplehead @meowswrites , @thebabykashmere , @itstalia , @mjsbabyyy , @animegamerfox , @khxna , @pinkjollyrancher54 , @princesspluuto , @4ngelonmars , @yomamajbkj , @cannonindeez , @jaafarmius , @lanibuggg , @jermajestyswife08 , @humannaturess , @prettygurljo

Part one , Part two , Part three , Part 3 ½ , Part four , Part five

[gravenoirr]

𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 | Part Three

Summary: At the grove, the two of you were having a good time until someone from Jermajesty's past almost ruins it. So, you help him get back to his happy joyful self without even trying.

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff & slight angst

Pairing: Jermajesty x Black!reader

a/n: how we feeling with this edit? idk im trying to have a y2k theme going. anyways enjoy a little bit of writing format. It will be written in first person. near the end I got a lil lazy my fault... :,) also Jaafar mentioned. <3

part one , part two , part three , part three ½ , part four , part five

tags: @myhobari , @whyxo , @devynrulesboisdrool @sunsetdrvr , @ooooglymoooogly , @sebbysbaby , @sabbiabbydabbywabbie , @jinxtheplanet , @delictezz , @humannaturess , @spiirituall , @doleuia , @liyahhsnuckhere , @taeyzz , @heyitsconysstuff , @narratedillusions , @fairydustdiary , @mjfangurll

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Jermajesty's Pov.

I looked down at my phone to see her number across the screen. I rolled my eyes in annoyance before walking up to you. "Hey, im gonna take a quick call ok?" I said. You nodded your head "alright~". I left the store and picked up this dreadful call. "Iyana what do you want? I told you I didn't want to talk to you again-"

"I know..but I called to say I'm sorry. What I did to you was very uncalled for and I didn't know what I lost until I lost it. You didn't deserve it at all. Can I get another chance please? I miss you so much." She said desperately. Her tone seemed frantic I couldn't help but pinch the bridge of my nose.

"Listen, I don't have time right now for this. You broke up with me via facetime while you were at the dudes house and you expect me to forgive and forget that shit? Nah. Especially since I didn't do nothing but be a good boyfriend to you. I gave you three chances and you broke each one. I'm not gonna go through that mental hell cycle again with you. It's draining and I wasn't happy."

Iyana was silent on the other line. I could hear her sniffling a bit which I feel like I should be the one crying right now. "Please..."

"There's nothing left. I'm sorry. I've moved on, I've healed for my own sake, and you're calling not only me but calling my brother too? Please block his number. Don't bother me or my family again. Dont call or text me. I seriously don't want nothing to do with you." I heard my voice get a bit shaken up. I didn't dare to wait for her answer the second I hung up. I blocked the number right after.

In this current moment I feel terrible. Just utterly exhausted all over again just by that one call after a year of no contact. Immediately I lost my appetite. My mood just did a cruel 180 which had my anxiety rise.

"Maj, I found the keychains you were looking for!" You said coming out the store. I didn't wanna start crying in front of you. That would be mad embarrassing. First time meeting and I'm crying. Not cool.

I then felt your soft eyes on me as you spoke. "Everything ok?..you look like you're about to cry. What happened?"

I felt tears welling up but I wasn't gonna let not one fall down my cheek. "My ex...just talking to them just triggered bad memories. I'm sorry.."

You grabbed my hand as you took me to a more private area of the shopping center. "Did she say something crazy to you?"

"Of course she did. After a year without talking, she talm bout some sorry and wanna get back together as if she didn't do the craziest things during our relationship and the day she broke up with me."

The way you cringed at the revelation made me chuckle. I quickly rubbed my eyes but you stopped me. "Hey i have tissues. here." I let you wipe my face but with you doing such a kind gesture I didn't know what to do or say. "You're one bold girl." I said with a breathy laugh. "I could've bitten you."

"Are you a dog?"

"No."

"Then I'll be ok."

"You know thats not what I meant."

We eventually sat down at an open bench. Only silence between us while the rest of the shopping center was filled by noise of the public. I had to say something to keep the mood between us. Everything was going fine and now everything is going terrible-

"I'm not good with words and I know it's a bad time but I gotta say, we sittin right in front of this hot ass sun, I'm hungry, and I accidentally left the store with the keychains in my hand that I didn't pay for and I nearly got into a lil scuffle with some girl over it.."

I couldn't help but laugh in disbelief. "You're not serious- oh you're serious." I watched her take out the keychains from her pocket. "Not you almost getting into a fight. You came out the store all jolly and shit I wouldn't have guessed."

You placed the keychain in my hand. It was a cute matching sanrio chains. You had Kuromi and I had Badtz-Maru. "It was the last one. I saw it, I touched it. She almost had the nerve to snatch it out my hand. Fucker." You told me with a huff. I watched you play with the toy absentmindedly, while I'm here still trying to process what you just told me. "Well we should go back and pay for them. If my sister finds out I'm banned from that store I will feel her wrath."

"Oh? she works there?"

"No I'm her errand boy. Been her errand boy ever since I got my license."

We both got up from the bench and walked ourselves back to the store with minor discomfort, due to the fact that someone could've thought we were stealing. "Like I mean we could just not go back..."

"I fear you might be a bad influence on me, but I ain't finna leave. Your presence is contagious."

[gravenoirr]

𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 | Part Two

Texting story au

Summary: You and Maj exchange pictures for the first time and even think about meeting up!!

Warnings: Use of the n word

Pairing: Jermajesty x Black!reader

a/n: my ass forgot i can only have 10 images in a post so this part might look discombobulated prolly. also be nice about my edit. im a lil rusty and i dont wanna hear not one mean thing. Yall will feel my boot. 😭

Part one , Part two , Part three , Part three ½ , Part four , Part five

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tags 🏷️: @myhobari , @whyxo , @devynrulesboisdrool @sunsetdrvr , @ooooglymoooogly , @sebbysbaby , @sabbiabbydabbywabbie , @jinxtheplanet , @jermajestyswife08 , @delictezz

[gravenoirr]

𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 | Part One

Texting story au

Summary: Thinking you were texting your ex one last time, you failed to realize you put his number in wrong, with that being said you made a new friend.

Warnings: Just use of the n word and just running someone over with a car lmao.

Pairing: Jermajesty x Black!reader

a/n: just a lil something something to keep my account alive while i write my other stories.

part two , part three , part three ½ , part four , part five

[neverstreett]

your friends dared you to go on a date with nerd!jermajesty ❤︎

includes — (853) nerd!jermajesty, you both have a crush on each other, both marvel fans mentions of marvel movies

notes — cant wait for this new spidey movie phew… also this is my first maj fic sksks and first time doing chats too! i hope you guys enjoyed it

your head rested against the frame of your door, staring at the stars as you waited for him to come pick you up. you mentally cursed yourself for agreeing to this dumb dare but when his car finally pulled up, you realized it was a little too late to back out. a sleek mercedes with tinted windows stopped in front of your house, the same car you had complimented far too many times.

jermajesty stepped out, walking around the front before reaching the other side. he tilted his head slightly, motioning for you to come over, a small smile already creeping onto his face as his eyes traveled over you.

“maj… you’re staring.”

you giggled, walking closer before placing a quick kiss on his cheek.

“oh my, please forgive me.”

he laughed, opening the door for you.

“of course.”

the space suddenly felt a little too small once he closed the door behind you. the drive started quietly as you kept shifting in your seat, your eyes glued to the window, trying your hardest not to make it obvious that you were looking at him every few seconds.

eventually, you gathered enough courage, sat up straighter and turned toward him. the small smile he gave you when he noticed immediately knocked the air out of your lungs. “for someone that loves spiderman… you don’t seem very excited.” you joked, lowering your seat slightly as the movie theater came into view.

“i’ve seen it two times already.” “what?” your heart dropped slightly as he parked, his expression remaining completely serious then he turned toward you and laughed, grabbing one of your hands. “i’m playing.” “i was going to ask you to come with me, too.” a small smile formed on his face.

“you just beat me to it.” and with that, he left the car, walking around to open your door. once you stepped out, he immediately reached for your hand, guiding you inside the theater. a small shiver ran through you from the cold air as you walked beside him.

the theater was filled with couples with matching shirts, costumes. their hands intertwined and somehow, that made everything feel even more real. especially when jermajesty told you to wait while he got drinks and snacks.

you watched him somehow manage to carry everything while still finding a way to keep holding your hand and now, sitting beside him in the theater, you tried to focus on the movie.

you softly giggled every few minutes because you had to remind him that you were also a fan and the plot did not need to be explained every five seconds.

he smiled every time until one of those moments.a bright flash from the screen lit up his face you both turned at the same time. eyes meeting and immediately, both of you looked away. butterflies had colonized your belly, especially when your hands kept brushing while reaching for popcorn. because apparently, according to jermajesty, your popcorn tasted better.

the movie ended with applause, followed with the extra fifteen minutes jermajesty asked you to stay incase of any marvel spoilers.finally, you both left the theater.

“did you like the movie?”

he asked, helping you put your seatbelt on before squeezing your tight gently. “yes, it was very good.” you smiled. “and my hands still taste like salt.”you brought a finger to your lips before releasing it with a small pop!

his eyes widened slightly, chest rising before he quickly looked away, clearing his throat and starting the car again.you giggled quietly, settling back into your seat.you couldn’t tell if tonight actually happened or if you were just dreaming.

“there was one moment i didn’t like.” you broke the silence. “was it the kiss scene?” he guessed immediately.

you nodded as a smile appeared on his face. “you’re just jealous.” “of fiction?”you shrugged. “nah, not really.” he laughed, his free hand moving back to gently squeeze your thigh. “home sweet home.”

he motioned toward your window. “oh.” you looked outside. “thank you. didn’t even notice.” you tried to open the door, but he immediately pulled it back, shaking his head. he jumped out and walked around to open it for you instead.

he walked with you until you reached your door.

“we should do this again.” he said, leaning against your door frame. “hmm…” you pretended to think.“doomsday?”

he laughed. “i was thinking something closer, but yeah.” he pushed himself off the frame, walking toward you.your knees suddenly felt a little weaker. “oh! yes, of course.” you corrected yourself quickly.

his smile grew. he opened his arms, and without thinking, you stepped into them. his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close. for a moment, neither of you moved, it felt like time had slowed down and neither of you wanted to be the first one to let go. eventually, you tried pulling away which failed. “maj…” you laughed.

“i’m sorry.” he smiled, finally loosening his hold. “thank you so much for tonight.” you smiled. “i’ll see you around?” “it’s nothing, pretty.” his smile softened.

“have a goodnight.”

neverstreett production

taglist : @daddysporsche @king-mila @indianaheart @camillemonroe @j3nnyluvscupc4k3s @belhead @melodiesmurakamis @kennerrr777 @angelofmikes [comment to get added!]

[mflzz]

drunk words are just sober thoughts (pt. 3)

summary: Jermajesty asks his siblings for help and finally tells you what he feels.

warnings/content: MDNI! suggestive content.

a/n: not my best work bc idk how to write spicy shit🫥 but i hope you guys still like it! sorry for the delayy

"The number you have dialed cannot be reached—"

Jermajesty shut his phone off and tossed it against his bed in frustration.

"What did I do wrong?" he mumbled to himself, pacing his room back and forth as he recalled what happened just a few hours ago.

You left so abruptly and it left him confused. You were never the type to overreact, especially when it came to the girls Jermajesty dated or had flings with.

You simply "never cared"— at least, that's what Jermajesty told himself.

So why now? Why were you acting like this now?

He never meant to kiss that random girl. He doesn't even remember who it was or what she looked like.

Why does it bother him?

Why does the thought of upsetting you over a girl bother him this much? You two were friends, nothing more.

Deciding that he needed advice, he got out of his room and called Genevieve, Randy, and even Jaafar out to the living room.

"What's going on?" Genevieve asked with a curious smile on her face. "This isn't one of your silly snapchat videos again, right, Jer?"

Jermajesty shook his head and told his older siblings to sit down.

"Is this about a girl?" Jaafar asked, making Jermajesty nod. Randy's eyes widened and pointed a finger at Jermajesty accusingly, "Don't you fucking dare tell us— Did you get someone pregnant?"

"What?!" Jermajesty exclaimed as he watched his siblings' eyes go wild.

"Jermajesty Jackson! I swear—"

"Who is it?!"

"I'm not ready to be an uncle—"

"It's about Y/N!" Jermajesty screamed. The protests of his siblings stopped altogether for a second before erupting into chaos again.

"You got her pregnant?!"

"What the fuck, Jermajesty!"

"I mean, I kinda knew you guys had a thing but what the fuck—"

"I DID NOT GET ANYONE PREGNANT!" Jermajesty stood up in anger and cursed his siblings out. "Jesus fucking Christ! Let me talk!"

Seeing as his siblings immediately shut their mouths, he took a deep breath and faced them again. "Okay," he exhaled. "Now, I'm already embarrassed enough to ask you three, of all people, for advice. So shut up and take this seriously."

He continued, "We fought, I guess? I don't really know. She saw something on my phone and got upset— even though she told me she didn't care and I tried explaining but she didn't want to listen and—"

"Okay, okay. Slow down, Jermajesty." Genevieve placed a hand on Jermajesty's arm and gently pulled him down to sit beside her on the couch. "Tell us what happened. From the start."

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As he finished his extensive explanation of what happened, he looked at his siblings sheepishly. The three of them looked stunned, to say the least. Baffled, even, as if they couldn't believe what their younger brother had just told them.

Randy let out a short scoff, "You're so fuckin' dumb, man." Before Jermajesty could let out a reply, Randy continued. "You seriously don't get why she got upset? Nothing comes to mind?"

"I mean— I guess she was just being overprotective? She gets like that sometimes. Doesn't approve of some of the girls I've liked—"

"And why do you think she does that?" Genevieve asked, making Jermajesty shrug.

Jaafar rolled his eyes and sighed, "Do you seriously not know or are you in denial? It's clear as day. I feel like you're just denying it."

"Denying what!" Jermajesty sighed. He looked at their eyes with a look that pleaded for clarity before looking away. "I'm just as confused as you are."

"We're not confused, Jermajesty. You're just simply avoiding the only logical answer." Randy replied.

"And that is?" Jermajesty asked sassily, already regretting that he asked his siblings for advice.

"She gets protective over you. She fusses over you. She cares about you a lot, even if she refuses to let anyone else know," Genevieve proceeds to list every obvious thing about you to Jermajesty, making him groan.

"Why do you think she got upset over the video? Why she feigned indifference when you tried to explain?"

Jermajesty stayed silent. Genevieve spoke up again. "You seriously cannot be this stupid, Jermajesty."

"Can y'all stop calling me stupid and stop answering my fucking questions with more questions?" Jermajesty shouted.

Jaafar shot him a warning glare before speaking up. "Don't talk to us like that. You're the one who asked us for help, okay? It's not our fault you can't see it even if it's right in front of you—"

"Okay, fuck you—"

"Wow. Okay, Jermajesty—"

"No, seriously," Jermajesty scoffed, throwing his hands up. "You've never said anything useful and I know why! You like her!" Jermajesty exclaimed, making Jaafar laugh bitterly.

"Is that really what you're going with?"

"Tell me I'm wrong," Jermajesty challenged.

"I don't need to."

The confidence in Jaafar's voice only irritated Jermajesty even further.

Jaafar let out a slow breath before setting his drink down on the coffee table. He stood, closing the distance between them just enough to make Jermajesty instinctively straighten.

"Jermajesty," he said calmly, "you can be mad at me all you want. I honestly don't care."

He tapped a finger against Jermajesty's chest, hard enough to keep his attention. "But don't drag her into whatever this is."

Jermajesty's jaw tightened. "I'm not dragging her into anything."

"You already have."

The room fell quiet. Genevieve and Randy exchanged a glance but stayed out of it, sensing neither brother had finished.

"This isn't about my feelings for her. It's about yours. I know what I feel. I know what you feel. The question is, do you?"

Jermajesty's expression faltered for the briefest second but Jaafar caught it immediately.

Jermajesty replied, anger and fear in his voice. "She's my best friend. I don't want to make things awkward just because of— of you know!"

His siblings exchanged knowing glances, silently relieved that their younger brother finally admitted it— even if it was an indirect confession.

"I'd rather stay as friends with her than fuck it up and lose her."

Randy sighed, finally deciding to speak up as he stood up and patted his brother's shoulder. "Don't be a coward. Tell her. What's the worst thing she could do, huh?"

Jermajesty chuckled and shrugged lightly, "I dunno. Scream at me? Laugh at me?"

"I can actually picture her doing that," Randy replied, making Jaafar and Genevieve laugh in unison.

Genevieve stood up and wrapped her hand around Jermajesty's arm and sighed, "We know you know what to do, Jer. You've known this whole time."

Jermajesty nodded softly before locking eyes with Jaafar who gave him a soft smile in return. "No hard feelings?"

Jermajesty rolled his eyes playfully and nodded, clasping his hand against Jaafar's and pulling him in for a short hug. "No hard feelings."

"About damn time you realized your feelings for her. It was killing all of us. Especially me." Jaafar joked.

Jermajesty hesitated. "...Why haven't you told her about your feelings?"

Jaafar looked down for a moment before letting out a quiet laugh. "I thought about it. I really did."

That answer surprised everyone but Jaafar continued.

"But every time we were all together..." He looked at Jermajesty and shrugged. " I'd catch her looking at you."

Jermajesty blinked, "What?"

"Not all the time," Jaafar smiled knowingly. "But enough. She laughs a little harder at your stupid jokes. You're the one who can make her smile even when she's trying her very best not to. When she walks into a room, she looks for you without even realizing it."

"She does?"

Jaafar nodded. "Every time."

Randy and Genevieve burst into agreement, bickering about who won which bet, etc. Ignoring them, Jaafar looked back at Jermajesty.

"I had my feelings but somewhere along the way, I realized she looked happiest when she was with you. I wasn't going to compete with that."

Jermajesty swallowed. "You really mean that?"

Jaafar gave him a playful shove. "If I didn't, I would've punched you by now," he replied, making everyone laugh. "Now quit standing there and go to her."

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"...Well," he muttered to himself with a nervous chuckle." No backing out now."

He climbed out of the car, walked up the familiar path to your front porch, and rang the doorbell, suddenly very aware that despite everything he'd finally admitted to himself...

He still had absolutely no idea what he was going to say when you opened the door.

The doorbell echoed through the house. You frowned, wondering who it could be. It was already midnight and you weren't expecting any visitors.

You pulled the door open. "Jermajesty," shock evident in your voice as you saw him stand outside your front door.

There he was, hands shoved inside his pockets, hair messier than usual, and his usual easy grin was nowhere to be found.

He looked nervous. "Hi," he greeted softly and you nodded.

"Hey."

"...Can I come in?"He asked softly. You hesitated for the briefest second before stepping aside.

"Yeah. Of course."

Jermajesty thanked you quietly as he walked inside.

"So..." You rubbed your hands together awkwardly after you closed the door behind him.

It was strange. Jermajesty had been in your house hundreds of times, yet tonight he stood there like a guest who wasn't sure he'd be welcomed.

You broke the silence first.

"If you're here because of the other night..." you began, forcing a small smile. "You really don't have to explain."

His brows pinched together. "What do you mean?"

"You were drunk," you shrugged. "Things just... happen. You don't owe me an explanation. I don't know why I freaked out to be honest. And it wasn't fair of me to walk out like that."

Jermajesty's shoulders sagged. He wasn't expecting anything from you, especially not an apology for last night. Frowning, he pulled you in towards the living room and sat you both at the couch.

"Why– Why are you apologizing?" Jermajesty asked and you shrugged. "Maj, I overreacted."

"No, you didn't," he shook his head, taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. "I came here to apologize."

You raised an eyebrow. "Apologize? For what?"

"I know I've hurt you yesterday. And on other days too." He replied, his thumb lightly tracing circles against your hand as he continued. "I've been really stupid and...blind."

You stayed silent as he looked up at you. "And I'm angry that you're apologizing to me right now," he sighed. "I'm angry at myself for making you feel that you needed to apologize for last night."

"Jer—"

"Let me finish," he said as he squeezed your hand. "When I told you that I loved you, I—" his voice cracked in nervousness causing him to look away. You moved closer to him and squeezed his hand, willing him to continue.

"I told you because I meant it."

"Well, yeah, we're friends—"

"For fuck's sake!" he exclaimed, making you flinch. Regret filled him and he immediately apologized. "Shit, I–I'm sorry. I'm sorry, it's hard for me to do this. Just... just let me talk okay? I'll tell you when I'm done."

You nodded and he smiled to himself before continuing. "Do you remember your first boyfriend? What's that guy's name..."

"Mark," you finished for him, cringing as his name left your mouth. Jermajesty nodded and chuckled shyly. "He hurt you. Embarrassed you even, yeah? A week later, you come crashing in my room and telling me he came to school with a broken nose."

You nodded before your eyes widened in realization. "I did it. I did it because I couldn't fathom the thought that some jerk made you cry like that. He cheated on you," he shrugged. "Breaking his nose was the least I could do."

"Do you remember summer '09? We spent an entire weekend at my uncle's cabin and my aunties were teasing me so bad... then your family arrived and I ignored you for the rest of the night..."

You rolled your eyes," Yeah, I remember."

"They teased me about you. Kept telling me that they knew I missed you so much."

"And did you? Miss me?" you asked.

"Yeah." He nodded. "So much. But we were kind of enemies during that time so I was never going to admit it out loud."

A comfortable silence settled between the two of you. He let out a cough before speaking again.

"It all changed during my 13th birthday, I think. You gave me a comic book of a character you knew I despised just to get a reaction out of me," he laughed at the memory. "I saw you in a different light then."

"How so?"

"I don't remember having a conversation with you about which characters were my favorite. I don't even think we talked much about my likes and dislikes because you said it was 'too boring and boyish.'"

"But your gift," he continued, "told me otherwise. I knew you cared about me because you gave me something no one else did. A reminder of how you've always been listening to me."

Jermajesty let go of your hands and stood up, raking his hands through his curls as he paced the room. "I'm sorry. For leading you on. I– I've never been this stupid in my entire life and you know me, I always make stupid decisions."

He continued to ramble while you stayed seated, heart threatening to leap out of your chest as you realized where this conversation was going to.

" I love you." He said, making you freeze in your seat. He knelt down in front of you, placing himself in between your legs as he held your hands once more. "I love you so much it fucking hurts.

And no," he shook his head, eyes still boring into yours. "You're not just a friend to me. You've been more than that since my 13th birthday and I'm so sorry I've only realized it now."

"I realize now that I've been confusing and leading you on. I was just scared. I didn't want to make anything awkward by telling you how I truly felt and— Fuck. I... I'm saying it now, okay?

I was drunk, yes, but drunk words are just sober thoughts, right?"

You felt him lean closer and closer until his breath mixed with yours. "I love you. I always have been."

You let out a shaky breath as you stared at his eyes, begging you to say something. "Say something? Please?"

Your lips met his before either of you had the chance to think better of it. For a single heartbeat, the world seemed to stop.

Jermajesty's eyes widened in surprise, every word he'd been about to say dissolving into silence.

Then, just as suddenly as it happened, you pulled away. "Shit, I—"

"Shut up," he crashed his lips onto yours. The kiss, this time, felt more intense. You could feel every pent up emotion he's ever had as his hands trailed along your body.

You kissed him with just as much fervor. His hand moved to hold the side of your neck as he pulled you even closer.

Without breaking the kiss, you pulled him up by the collar of his shirt and sat him on the couch before straddling his legs. You pulled away as you sat on his lap, watching his eyes take in your entire appearance before he pulled you in for another heated kiss.

You tugged at his hair gently, making him groan in pleasure. His tongue prodded at your lips and you chuckled, opening up to let his tongue slide towards yours.

He moved his hands to your hips, gripping it tightly in desperation. You sighed in pleasure as he trailed kisses from the corner of your mouth to the crook of your neck, certain that he was leaving marks but you didn't care.

"Maj..."

"Move," he grunted. "Move, mama. Please," he begged, shifting his hips upward until you finally got the hint and nodded.

You moved your hips back and forth, watching Jermajesty shut his eyes in pleasure, his mouth slightly open as he let out ragged breaths.

You moved your hips back and forth, watching Jermajesty shut his eyes in pleasure, his mouth slightly open as he let out ragged breaths.

You felt him harden up underneath you which only added to your pleasure. He tapped his fingers against your hips and you nodded, rolling your hips against his in a quicker pace.

"Fuck, mama—"

Click.

Both of you froze.

Jermajesty's hands remained firmly on your hips while your own rested against his chest, the two of you standing far closer than either of you could reasonably explain.

"...Did you lock the door?" he whispered.

"I..." Your eyes widened. "I thought I did."

The front door swung open. "Hey! I think I left my charg—"

You and Jermajesty slowly turned your heads toward the foyer.

Your brother stood there with one hand still on the doorknob, his backpack hanging off one shoulder. His gaze flickered from Jermajesty's hands on your waist... to your hands on his chest... then back up to both of your faces.

The room fell deathly quiet.

"...Huh."

You immediately stepped away from Jermajesty as though you'd both been caught committing a crime.

"Hey, (brother's name)."

"Hi."

Jermajesty awkwardly cleared his throat, taking a subtle step backward. "Hey, man."

Neither of them looked away from each other. Then your brother looked back at you.

"So..." he said slowly, "...am I interrupting something?"

"No."

"Absolutely."

You whipped your head toward Jermajesty.

He blinked."...I mean—"

Your brother let out a disbelieving laugh, pointing between the two of you. "You know what? Don't even answer. I have eyes."

"It's not what it looks like," you blurted.

He walked farther into the house, passing the two of you with exaggerated slowness, making a point of glancing between your flushed face and Jermajesty's equally guilty expression.

"About damn time. God, you two are fucking insufferable. Next time though, lock the doors? I'll just... get my charger and leave the two of you alone."

He rushed towards the guest room and came back out with the said charger in his hands. Your brother quickly made his way to the front door before looking back at the both of you. "Use protection!"

"Bro!"

"Oh, God."

Your brother left both of you embarrassed as he shut the door behind him. Jermajesty looked at you and chuckled, "I love you."

You smiled. "I love you too."

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drunk words are just sober thoughts (pt. 2)

summary: Confrontations were never your thing... and apparently, it wasn't Jermajesty's either. What happens after he's sober and memories of the event resurface?

warnings/content: profanities, mentions of drinking alcohol, slow!!burn!! (I'M SORRY)

a/n: hehe.... plz.........enjoy...........p.s. this is set in jermajesty's pov.

p.s.s. this isn't proofread, so i apologize for any mistakes!

Jermajesty woke up with the most painful headache he's ever experienced in his entire life. Groaning as he blinked open his eyes, he groggily sat up from his bed as he tried to recall the events from last night.

I went to the club with some of my friends.

We drank.

I got drunk? Of course, otherwise my head wouldn't hurt so bad right now.

What else happened? How'd I get home?

He spotted his phone from his nightstand and quickly reached for it. As he extended his arm out, he realized he was still wearing the same pants from last night but he now had a different shirt on.

What the hell happened last night? he thought.

Beside his phone, he saw a pill and a note that said : "For your headache. Eat before you drink this. I hope you feel better soon."

You. It was your handwriting.

He unlocked his phone and immediately searched for your contact number and clicked call. After a few seconds, the familiar click of the call being accepted came through, then he heard your voice.

"Jermajesty." Your tone was tired and if he was hearing right, slightly nervous?

Shit. Did I do something last night? Did I say embarrassing something to you?

"Good morning," he greeted, placing his fingers against his throat and rubbing it gently to soothe the ache he felt.

You sighed before replying. "Drink your water, Jermajesty."

Why do you keep calling me by my full name? I definitely said something. Fuck.

He looked around and saw his tumbler on the floor and quickly chugged the water down. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand before thanking you.

"What happened last night, man?" he asked, rubbing his temples slowly.

"...You don't remember?"

He wracked his brain for any memory of last night but it only made his headache worse. Sighing, he shook his head and replied softly, "No."

Jermajesty felt even more nervous after you said nothing. Silence filled the phone call before he let out a small cough.

"Did you drive me home?"

"Yes. I— I'm sorry I didn't stay with you. I wanted to but your brothers were home and told me they'd look after you."

Jermajesty nodded his head and carefully stood up to make his way downstairs and find something to eat—preferably soup.

As if hearing his thoughts, you spoke up. "I made you some soup. It's in the fridge. Just heat it up and it's good to go."

He smiled to himself. "You're a lifesaver, pretty."

You only let out a small hum in response which made Jermajesty worry even more. He finally made it to the kitchen and grabbed the plastic container containing soup out from the fridge.

"Is this—"

"Yes, Maj, it's microwaveable." you interrupted, already knowing he was about to ask if he could just pop the container straight into the microwave.

"You know me so well, baby."

He thought he heard your breath hitch but decided it was probably just noise interfering with the call.

Waiting for the soup to heat up, he tapped his fingers against the marble counter and sighed. "Did I do something stupid last night?"

"Nope."

Not satisfied with your one-worded answer, he pressed again. "Did I say something to make you uncomfortable?"

"...No, Maj."

"Then what did I do? You're acting weird."

He heard you scoff from the other end of the call. "I'm not! I just— I'm tired?"

He raised his eyebrow in suspicion at your remark, carefully grabbing the hot soup out of the microwave and getting a spoon out of a drawer. "Is that a question or a statement?"

"Oh my God. Just eat your soup, Jermajesty."

He rolled his eyes and ate a spoonful of the soup you made, moaning in appreciation as the warmth and taste filled his mouth.

"This is so fucking good, baby. Thank you."

"It's just soup, Jermajesty," you replied, finally letting Jermajesty hear you chuckle which eased his thoughts a bit.

"Yeah, but you made it. It's special. Special soup." He popped the 'p' sound, making you chuckle once more.

God, I could listen to the sound of your laughter all day—Wait what?

"You sound ridiculous," you smiled. "Are you sure you're not drunk anymore?"

Shaking the previous thought he had away, he placed his phone on the countertop and put it on speaker. "I'm not fuckin' drunk anymore, bro. My head hurts. My back hurts— Hell, even my ass hurts."

"Ew. TMI, Maj."

"There is no such thing as TMI between you and me. I tell you whenever I trip over something, puke, shit—"

"Jer! Gross, you're eating! Stop talking about poop."

He laughed to himself before disregarding his spoon and choosing to drink the soup out of the container instead.

"What'd you put in this soup? It's really good." He asked as he placed the empty container inside the dishwasher before picking his phone up and heading back to his room.

"It's just chicken soup, man. Are you done now? You should drink medicine. I placed it on your nightstand—"

"Yes, I saw. Thank you."

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The call between you and Jermajesty ended up lasting for two hours before he eventually asked (begged) you to just come over instead. So that's exactly what you did.

You sat cross-legged on the floor of Jermajesty's bedroom while he was sprawled out against the comfort of his bed, shades on despite being indoors because he said 'the lights are blinding him'.

He managed to tell you a glimpse of what he remembered and you mindlessly nodded. You eventually told him that as you and Jaafar tried to get him into his room, he puked on both of you, which was why Jaafar replaced Jermajesty's shirt with a new one.

"Oh fuck. I puked on you? I'm sorry. That's so embarrassing."

"Yes, you puked on me. It was really disgusting."

"Did you at least change your shirt before you went home?" he grimaced and you nodded.

"Yep! Thankfully Jaafar let me borrow one of his shirts."

He mentally rolled his eyes and cussed his brother out for doing that. He was grateful that Jaafar was kind enough, but he'd hoped you would just grab one of his shirts instead of Jaafar's.

Looking down at your shirt, he instantly recognized it as one of Jaafar's shirts that he refused to let anyone else borrow. Biting the inside of his cheek, he looked away before he could say anything.

"Anyway. What else do you remember, Maj?" you asked casually, flipping through one of the comic books you found lying around in his room.

His head was dangling from the edge of his bed, slightly touching yours as you sat on the floor. Despite you telling him to lie down properly, he claimed that the position he was currently in was comfortable and helped with his headache.

He turned his towards yours, his view of you completely upside down and he shrugged. "I dunno. Wait, I might have some pictures on my phone. Maybe that'll help me remember?"

You nodded and reached for his phone, unlocking it using the same stupid passcode he had— 0000.

"Your passcode is stupid as fuck, Jermajesty."

"It's easy to remember— stop judging, okay? Go to photos."

"What if I see weird shit—"

"I am not like that, woman. Just open the damn app, I have nothing to hide from you." He replied sassily, biting his lower lip to prevent him from smiling as you clearly enjoyed teasing him.

You clicked on the photos app and immediately saw the collection of mirror selfies he had. "Jesus Christ, Jermajesty. You sure do love this angle, huh?" you smirked as you clicked on multiple photos of him in the mirror, angled at a low place while he either smiled or maintained a stoic look.

"Coz I know I'm hot." Jermajesty scoffed.

"A hot mess, probably," you teased. Before he could reply, you exclaimed. "Oh! Here we go."

He rolled onto his stomach to get a proper look while you continued to scroll past the photos he took from last night.

It was mostly just pictures of him and his friends. Some were of the drinks they had, and some others were—

"What the fuck?"

Jermajesty turned his head towards you as he heard you cuss. Looking back at his phone, his eyes widened as he realized what you just cussed at. He removed his sunglasses from his face and snatched the phone away from you, clearly just as shocked as you are.

It was a shaky video of two people— clearly making out and groping each other. The faces were obviously out of view but it was clear to both of you who it was.

"Is that you, Maj?" you asked incredulously. You straightened in your seat and looked at Jermajesty whose jaw dropped.

"I do not remember this happening—"

"Who the fuck is she?"

"I— I don't know!" He deleted the video and embarrassedly rubbed his face with his hands. He opened one eye to look at you and his heart pounded against his chest.

You stayed still, eyes locked on the phone that he tossed onto the floor after he deleted the video. Your shoulders were tense and your breathing shallow.

I fucked up. I fucked up. I fucked up.

Those three words kept repeating in his mind—over and over and over again until he couldn't take it anymore.

"Ma—"

"I'm so stupid," you exhaled quietly. You stood up abruptly and turned to face Jermajesty who sat up in response. "I— I have to go."

"Wait, y/n—"

He panicked as he watched you grab your things from the floor. Before you could get out the door, he slammed it shut and locked it behind him.

"Jermajesty—"

"I don't know who she is— I do not care!" He exclaimed, gripping both of your arms tightly.

"That's good! I don't care as well. Jermajesty, what you do with your free time is none of my business— the girls you hang out with are especially none of my business."

You tried your best to give him a smile but it just turned out to look like you were in pain as anger and hurt clearly seeped into your expression.

"Of course it is! You're my friend!"

He immediately regretted saying that as he saw the look of hurt that flashed across your face. You looked away and nodded, gently removing yourself from his space.

"Jer, really— I don't know why I freaked out. I'm sorry— Whoever she is, is none of my business."

"It was nothing, baby!"

"Jermajesty, stop defending your actions to me!" You laughed awkwardly. "You don't need to. Don't be silly. I literally couldn't care less about the girls you have."

Jermajesty groaned, "I do not have any girls!"

"Jermajesty, stop being so defensive. It's fine." you tried to brush it off but he shook his head.

"What really happened last night? I know I said something to you. You've been acting weird since our call!"

"What!" You exclaimed. "How is this all of a sudden turned to me?"

"I'm sorry— but seriously, I know something happened between us last night. Otherwise you wouldn't have acted so tense. This isn't just about the video. You know it isn't."

You looked away and he leaned down, taking your hands in his as he stared into your eyes. "What did I do?"

Sighing again, he cupped your face and made you look at him. "Baby, what did I do? Please, you're killing me here."

"You told me you loved me." You replied. Jermajesty froze which made you look away once more.

"That's it?" he asked.

You turned to look back at him with an offended look in your eyes. "What?"

"I told you I love you? I didn't do or say anything else?"

"...What— no?"

"Oh thank God. What the hell, man? I thought I did something to hurt you or whatever—"

You stayed silent, clearly very confused. Jermajesty sighed and kissed your cheek. "Is that what freaked you out? Of course I love you. You're my best friend."

Jermajesty saw you bite your trembling lower lip and was shocked to see tears forming in your eyes. "Wait, why— Why are you crying?"

"I have to go, Maj. Just get some rest, okay? Drink water. And if the headache still lingers, I kept the medicine on the table."

You shoved him away and unlocked his bedroom door, leaving him stunned and confused.

What the fuck just happened? he thought.

a/n: maj stupid as fuck. DONT KILL ME. i'll work on pt 3 asap😔😔😔😔😔😔😔 still hope u guys liked this one, i'll make it up to u on the next

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drunk words are just sober thoughts (pt. 3)

summary: Jermajesty asks his siblings for help and finally tells you what he feels.

warnings/content: MDNI! suggestive content.

a/n: not my best work bc idk how to write spicy shit🫥 but i hope you guys still like it! sorry for the delayy

"The number you have dialed cannot be reached—"

Jermajesty shut his phone off and tossed it against his bed in frustration.

"What did I do wrong?" he mumbled to himself, pacing his room back and forth as he recalled what happened just a few hours ago.

You left so abruptly and it left him confused. You were never the type to overreact, especially when it came to the girls Jermajesty dated or had flings with.

You simply "never cared"— at least, that's what Jermajesty told himself.

So why now? Why were you acting like this now?

He never meant to kiss that random girl. He doesn't even remember who it was or what she looked like.

Why does it bother him?

Why does the thought of upsetting you over a girl bother him this much? You two were friends, nothing more.

Deciding that he needed advice, he got out of his room and called Genevieve, Randy, and even Jaafar out to the living room.

"What's going on?" Genevieve asked with a curious smile on her face. "This isn't one of your silly snapchat videos again, right, Jer?"

Jermajesty shook his head and told his older siblings to sit down.

"Is this about a girl?" Jaafar asked, making Jermajesty nod. Randy's eyes widened and pointed a finger at Jermajesty accusingly, "Don't you fucking dare tell us— Did you get someone pregnant?"

"What?!" Jermajesty exclaimed as he watched his siblings' eyes go wild.

"Jermajesty Jackson! I swear—"

"Who is it?!"

"I'm not ready to be an uncle—"

"It's about Y/N!" Jermajesty screamed. The protests of his siblings stopped altogether for a second before erupting into chaos again.

"You got her pregnant?!"

"What the fuck, Jermajesty!"

"I mean, I kinda knew you guys had a thing but what the fuck—"

"I DID NOT GET ANYONE PREGNANT!" Jermajesty stood up in anger and cursed his siblings out. "Jesus fucking Christ! Let me talk!"

Seeing as his siblings immediately shut their mouths, he took a deep breath and faced them again. "Okay," he exhaled. "Now, I'm already embarrassed enough to ask you three, of all people, for advice. So shut up and take this seriously."

He continued, "We fought, I guess? I don't really know. She saw something on my phone and got upset— even though she told me she didn't care and I tried explaining but she didn't want to listen and—"

"Okay, okay. Slow down, Jermajesty." Genevieve placed a hand on Jermajesty's arm and gently pulled him down to sit beside her on the couch. "Tell us what happened. From the start."

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As he finished his extensive explanation of what happened, he looked at his siblings sheepishly. The three of them looked stunned, to say the least. Baffled, even, as if they couldn't believe what their younger brother had just told them.

Randy let out a short scoff, "You're so fuckin' dumb, man." Before Jermajesty could let out a reply, Randy continued. "You seriously don't get why she got upset? Nothing comes to mind?"

"I mean— I guess she was just being overprotective? She gets like that sometimes. Doesn't approve of some of the girls I've liked—"

"And why do you think she does that?" Genevieve asked, making Jermajesty shrug.

Jaafar rolled his eyes and sighed, "Do you seriously not know or are you in denial? It's clear as day. I feel like you're just denying it."

"Denying what!" Jermajesty sighed. He looked at their eyes with a look that pleaded for clarity before looking away. "I'm just as confused as you are."

"We're not confused, Jermajesty. You're just simply avoiding the only logical answer." Randy replied.

"And that is?" Jermajesty asked sassily, already regretting that he asked his siblings for advice.

"She gets protective over you. She fusses over you. She cares about you a lot, even if she refuses to let anyone else know," Genevieve proceeds to list every obvious thing about you to Jermajesty, making him groan.

"Why do you think she got upset over the video? Why she feigned indifference when you tried to explain?"

Jermajesty stayed silent. Genevieve spoke up again. "You seriously cannot be this stupid, Jermajesty."

"Can y'all stop calling me stupid and stop answering my fucking questions with more questions?" Jermajesty shouted.

Jaafar shot him a warning glare before speaking up. "Don't talk to us like that. You're the one who asked us for help, okay? It's not our fault you can't see it even if it's right in front of you—"

"Okay, fuck you—"

"Wow. Okay, Jermajesty—"

"No, seriously," Jermajesty scoffed, throwing his hands up. "You've never said anything useful and I know why! You like her!" Jermajesty exclaimed, making Jaafar laugh bitterly.

"Is that really what you're going with?"

"Tell me I'm wrong," Jermajesty challenged.

"I don't need to."

The confidence in Jaafar's voice only irritated Jermajesty even further.

Jaafar let out a slow breath before setting his drink down on the coffee table. He stood, closing the distance between them just enough to make Jermajesty instinctively straighten.

"Jermajesty," he said calmly, "you can be mad at me all you want. I honestly don't care."

He tapped a finger against Jermajesty's chest, hard enough to keep his attention. "But don't drag her into whatever this is."

Jermajesty's jaw tightened. "I'm not dragging her into anything."

"You already have."

The room fell quiet. Genevieve and Randy exchanged a glance but stayed out of it, sensing neither brother had finished.

"This isn't about my feelings for her. It's about yours. I know what I feel. I know what you feel. The question is, do you?"

Jermajesty's expression faltered for the briefest second but Jaafar caught it immediately.

Jermajesty replied, anger and fear in his voice. "She's my best friend. I don't want to make things awkward just because of— of you know!"

His siblings exchanged knowing glances, silently relieved that their younger brother finally admitted it— even if it was an indirect confession.

"I'd rather stay as friends with her than fuck it up and lose her."

Randy sighed, finally deciding to speak up as he stood up and patted his brother's shoulder. "Don't be a coward. Tell her. What's the worst thing she could do, huh?"

Jermajesty chuckled and shrugged lightly, "I dunno. Scream at me? Laugh at me?"

"I can actually picture her doing that," Randy replied, making Jaafar and Genevieve laugh in unison.

Genevieve stood up and wrapped her hand around Jermajesty's arm and sighed, "We know you know what to do, Jer. You've known this whole time."

Jermajesty nodded softly before locking eyes with Jaafar who gave him a soft smile in return. "No hard feelings?"

Jermajesty rolled his eyes playfully and nodded, clasping his hand against Jaafar's and pulling him in for a short hug. "No hard feelings."

"About damn time you realized your feelings for her. It was killing all of us. Especially me." Jaafar joked.

Jermajesty hesitated. "...Why haven't you told her about your feelings?"

Jaafar looked down for a moment before letting out a quiet laugh. "I thought about it. I really did."

That answer surprised everyone but Jaafar continued.

"But every time we were all together..." He looked at Jermajesty and shrugged. " I'd catch her looking at you."

Jermajesty blinked, "What?"

"Not all the time," Jaafar smiled knowingly. "But enough. She laughs a little harder at your stupid jokes. You're the one who can make her smile even when she's trying her very best not to. When she walks into a room, she looks for you without even realizing it."

"She does?"

Jaafar nodded. "Every time."

Randy and Genevieve burst into agreement, bickering about who won which bet, etc. Ignoring them, Jaafar looked back at Jermajesty.

"I had my feelings but somewhere along the way, I realized she looked happiest when she was with you. I wasn't going to compete with that."

Jermajesty swallowed. "You really mean that?"

Jaafar gave him a playful shove. "If I didn't, I would've punched you by now," he replied, making everyone laugh. "Now quit standing there and go to her."

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"...Well," he muttered to himself with a nervous chuckle." No backing out now."

He climbed out of the car, walked up the familiar path to your front porch, and rang the doorbell, suddenly very aware that despite everything he'd finally admitted to himself...

He still had absolutely no idea what he was going to say when you opened the door.

The doorbell echoed through the house. You frowned, wondering who it could be. It was already midnight and you weren't expecting any visitors.

You pulled the door open. "Jermajesty," shock evident in your voice as you saw him stand outside your front door.

There he was, hands shoved inside his pockets, hair messier than usual, and his usual easy grin was nowhere to be found.

He looked nervous. "Hi," he greeted softly and you nodded.

"Hey."

"...Can I come in?"He asked softly. You hesitated for the briefest second before stepping aside.

"Yeah. Of course."

Jermajesty thanked you quietly as he walked inside.

"So..." You rubbed your hands together awkwardly after you closed the door behind him.

It was strange. Jermajesty had been in your house hundreds of times, yet tonight he stood there like a guest who wasn't sure he'd be welcomed.

You broke the silence first.

"If you're here because of the other night..." you began, forcing a small smile. "You really don't have to explain."

His brows pinched together. "What do you mean?"

"You were drunk," you shrugged. "Things just... happen. You don't owe me an explanation. I don't know why I freaked out to be honest. And it wasn't fair of me to walk out like that."

Jermajesty's shoulders sagged. He wasn't expecting anything from you, especially not an apology for last night. Frowning, he pulled you in towards the living room and sat you both at the couch.

"Why– Why are you apologizing?" Jermajesty asked and you shrugged. "Maj, I overreacted."

"No, you didn't," he shook his head, taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. "I came here to apologize."

You raised an eyebrow. "Apologize? For what?"

"I know I've hurt you yesterday. And on other days too." He replied, his thumb lightly tracing circles against your hand as he continued. "I've been really stupid and...blind."

You stayed silent as he looked up at you. "And I'm angry that you're apologizing to me right now," he sighed. "I'm angry at myself for making you feel that you needed to apologize for last night."

"Jer—"

"Let me finish," he said as he squeezed your hand. "When I told you that I loved you, I—" his voice cracked in nervousness causing him to look away. You moved closer to him and squeezed his hand, willing him to continue.

"I told you because I meant it."

"Well, yeah, we're friends—"

"For fuck's sake!" he exclaimed, making you flinch. Regret filled him and he immediately apologized. "Shit, I–I'm sorry. I'm sorry, it's hard for me to do this. Just... just let me talk okay? I'll tell you when I'm done."

You nodded and he smiled to himself before continuing. "Do you remember your first boyfriend? What's that guy's name..."

"Mark," you finished for him, cringing as his name left your mouth. Jermajesty nodded and chuckled shyly. "He hurt you. Embarrassed you even, yeah? A week later, you come crashing in my room and telling me he came to school with a broken nose."

You nodded before your eyes widened in realization. "I did it. I did it because I couldn't fathom the thought that some jerk made you cry like that. He cheated on you," he shrugged. "Breaking his nose was the least I could do."

"Do you remember summer '09? We spent an entire weekend at my uncle's cabin and my aunties were teasing me so bad... then your family arrived and I ignored you for the rest of the night..."

You rolled your eyes," Yeah, I remember."

"They teased me about you. Kept telling me that they knew I missed you so much."

"And did you? Miss me?" you asked.

"Yeah." He nodded. "So much. But we were kind of enemies during that time so I was never going to admit it out loud."

A comfortable silence settled between the two of you. He let out a cough before speaking again.

"It all changed during my 13th birthday, I think. You gave me a comic book of a character you knew I despised just to get a reaction out of me," he laughed at the memory. "I saw you in a different light then."

"How so?"

"I don't remember having a conversation with you about which characters were my favorite. I don't even think we talked much about my likes and dislikes because you said it was 'too boring and boyish.'"

"But your gift," he continued, "told me otherwise. I knew you cared about me because you gave me something no one else did. A reminder of how you've always been listening to me."

Jermajesty let go of your hands and stood up, raking his hands through his curls as he paced the room. "I'm sorry. For leading you on. I– I've never been this stupid in my entire life and you know me, I always make stupid decisions."

He continued to ramble while you stayed seated, heart threatening to leap out of your chest as you realized where this conversation was going to.

" I love you." He said, making you freeze in your seat. He knelt down in front of you, placing himself in between your legs as he held your hands once more. "I love you so much it fucking hurts.

And no," he shook his head, eyes still boring into yours. "You're not just a friend to me. You've been more than that since my 13th birthday and I'm so sorry I've only realized it now."

"I realize now that I've been confusing and leading you on. I was just scared. I didn't want to make anything awkward by telling you how I truly felt and— Fuck. I... I'm saying it now, okay?

I was drunk, yes, but drunk words are just sober thoughts, right?"

You felt him lean closer and closer until his breath mixed with yours. "I love you. I always have been."

You let out a shaky breath as you stared at his eyes, begging you to say something. "Say something? Please?"

Your lips met his before either of you had the chance to think better of it. For a single heartbeat, the world seemed to stop.

Jermajesty's eyes widened in surprise, every word he'd been about to say dissolving into silence.

Then, just as suddenly as it happened, you pulled away. "Shit, I—"

"Shut up," he crashed his lips onto yours. The kiss, this time, felt more intense. You could feel every pent up emotion he's ever had as his hands trailed along your body.

You kissed him with just as much fervor. His hand moved to hold the side of your neck as he pulled you even closer.

Without breaking the kiss, you pulled him up by the collar of his shirt and sat him on the couch before straddling his legs. You pulled away as you sat on his lap, watching his eyes take in your entire appearance before he pulled you in for another heated kiss.

You tugged at his hair gently, making him groan in pleasure. His tongue prodded at your lips and you chuckled, opening up to let his tongue slide towards yours.

He moved his hands to your hips, gripping it tightly in desperation. You sighed in pleasure as he trailed kisses from the corner of your mouth to the crook of your neck, certain that he was leaving marks but you didn't care.

"Maj..."

"Move," he grunted. "Move, mama. Please," he begged, shifting his hips upward until you finally got the hint and nodded.

You moved your hips back and forth, watching Jermajesty shut his eyes in pleasure, his mouth slightly open as he let out ragged breaths.

You moved your hips back and forth, watching Jermajesty shut his eyes in pleasure, his mouth slightly open as he let out ragged breaths.

You felt him harden up underneath you which only added to your pleasure. He tapped his fingers against your hips and you nodded, rolling your hips against his in a quicker pace.

"Fuck, mama—"

Click.

Both of you froze.

Jermajesty's hands remained firmly on your hips while your own rested against his chest, the two of you standing far closer than either of you could reasonably explain.

"...Did you lock the door?" he whispered.

"I..." Your eyes widened. "I thought I did."

The front door swung open. "Hey! I think I left my charg—"

You and Jermajesty slowly turned your heads toward the foyer.

Your brother stood there with one hand still on the doorknob, his backpack hanging off one shoulder. His gaze flickered from Jermajesty's hands on your waist... to your hands on his chest... then back up to both of your faces.

The room fell deathly quiet.

"...Huh."

You immediately stepped away from Jermajesty as though you'd both been caught committing a crime.

"Hey, (brother's name)."

"Hi."

Jermajesty awkwardly cleared his throat, taking a subtle step backward. "Hey, man."

Neither of them looked away from each other. Then your brother looked back at you.

"So..." he said slowly, "...am I interrupting something?"

"No."

"Absolutely."

You whipped your head toward Jermajesty.

He blinked."...I mean—"

Your brother let out a disbelieving laugh, pointing between the two of you. "You know what? Don't even answer. I have eyes."

"It's not what it looks like," you blurted.

He walked farther into the house, passing the two of you with exaggerated slowness, making a point of glancing between your flushed face and Jermajesty's equally guilty expression.

"About damn time. God, you two are fucking insufferable. Next time though, lock the doors? I'll just... get my charger and leave the two of you alone."

He rushed towards the guest room and came back out with the said charger in his hands. Your brother quickly made his way to the front door before looking back at the both of you. "Use protection!"

"Bro!"

"Oh, God."

Your brother left both of you embarrassed as he shut the door behind him. Jermajesty looked at you and chuckled, "I love you."

You smiled. "I love you too."

[faiology]

imagine a sleepover w/ nerd maj. you have a wet dream about him while you’re in the same bed. you reach for him in your sleep and you quickl realize that it’s real life 🤭

ᥫ᭡ fai speaks: finally getting around to clearing out my reqs. y’all, i’m trying with the smut fr LOL, im cringing internally but i hope yall enjoyyyy

you and jermajesty had been friends for a while now. you met through a mutual friend. over time, you grew so close it was crazy. texting throughout the day, on facetime all night, soon came the random hangouts. sleepovers weren’t even unnatural for the two of you.

but this new crush you’d developed on him? was.

you weren't blind. you saw the way he looked at you. you noticed the way he licked his lips that one morning when you reached for something in the top cabinet and your silk nightgown raised up just a little bit.

you felt the way his hand lingered on the small of your back whenever y'all walked through crowded spaces, or how his hands gripped your waist to guide you when he moved past you. and you definitely remembered that time you were at a function, and started dancing on him. he had leaned down, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered, "chill, i’m easy."

you had just laughed it off back then. because you were just friends. right? friends held hands. friends cuddled. friends slept in the same bed. that’s what you kept telling yourself, over and over, trying to force your brain to believe it.

you tried your hardest to push all thoughts of him out of your head before he came over. he had planned a movie night since obsessed had finally hit streaming platforms.

you tried not to think about how good he looked when his jawline was rough with stubble because he was growing out his goatee again. you tried not to think about how much you wanted to bite those thick biceps, or how badly you wanted to taste his soft, pink, pillowy lips.

you tried. you really did.

but as the movie credits started rolling in your dark bedroom, it became damn near impossible. jermajesty was fast asleep, heavy and warm against you. his head was resting right on your chest, dangerously close to your neck. hearing the soft, steady sound of his breathing against your skin made your chest tight.

eventually, you closed your eyes and drifted into a sleep of your own, hoping a nap would help stop the aching between your legs. oh, but you were so wrong. because the second your eyes closed, your mind took you right back to him, and you started dreaming about exactly what jermajesty could do to you.

in the dream, you’re wearing the same silk nightgown. the champagne colored one you wore because you know he likes it. his fingers are tracing the hem. lifting it higher and higher.

your hips move before your conscious mind catches up.

it’s a subtle thing at first. just a slow shuffle backwards. the kind of motion your body remembers from solo nights with your vibrator between your thighs.

the friction is blocked by layers of fabric but it’s there. enough to make your breathing change. enough to make the ache between your legs pulse.

“maj,” you breathe.

the word slips out before you can stop it, thick with sleep.

his body tenses behind you and his eyes snap open.

for a second, he’s disoriented. the ceiling fan spinning lazy circles, the blue glow of the tv casting shadows across the room. then he feels it. your ass pressed against him, grinding.

a sound escapes your lips, making his dick twitch in his sweats, blood rushing south so fast it leaves him lightheaded.

“jermajesty.”

his name. you’re saying his name. in your sleep. while your hips work against him in a rhythm that’s getting less subtle by the second.

he should wake you up.

he knows he should wake you up.

but then you whimper, a high, breathy sound that goes straight to his dick—and his hand is moving before his brain can even tell him not to. his palm finds your hip and rests there.

“maj, baby,” you murmur, still asleep. still dreaming.

he raised himself up on one elbow, looking down at you. your lashes are fanned against your cheeks. your lips are slightly parted. the thin strap of your nightgown slipping off your shoulder.

fuck.

he’s been attracted to you since he met you. he’s just never been man enough to do anything about it. he’s was too scared of ruining the friendship. too convinced you didn’t see him that way. but now you’re moaning his name in your sleep and your hips are moving like you’re trying to fuck yourself back against him.

his hand slides from your hip to the hem of your nightgown. slowly, giving you time to wake up. giving himself time to come to his senses.

neither of you does, btw.

the air hits your exposed thighs and you shiver, pressing back harder. he can feel the heat of you through your panties. his fingers trace the waistband of your panties lightly.

you don’t stir. your breathing stays deep and even, but your hips stutter when his thumb brushes the sensitive skin just beneath the elastic.

he moves the fabric aside.

the first touch is barely there—just the pad of his middle finger, tracing the seam of you. he circles your clit gently and your whole body reacts. your hips buck forward like you’re chasing the pressure, then back. directly against his dick, which is straining so hard against his sweats now that it’s almost painful.

“fuck,” he breathes against your hair. “you have no idea.”

he continues the slow circles. steady pressure. he watches your face. the way your brow furrows, the way your mouth falls open a little wider. your breathing hitches again when he increases the speed, just slightly, just enough to make your thighs tense.

“fuck baby,” you moan.

and this time, your eyes fly open.

reality crashes in all at once. his fingers are inside you. two of them, curled just right, stroking that spot that makes your vision blur at the edges. his other arm is snaked around your torso, pinning you against his chest, and his fingers are working your nipple through the silk, rolling and pinching.

this is real. this is actually happening.

“maj—oh.”

your head falls back against his shoulder as your mouth opens. his fingers pumping inside you, his other hand torturing your nipple—is too much and it’s not enough. and at the same time, it’s everything you’ve ever wanted.

“you’re dripping,” he murmurs directly into your ear. his voice is wrecked. low and rough in a way you’ve never heard it. “been dreaming about me, mama?”

you can’t form words. your hips are rolling to meet his thrusts now, fucking yourself on his fingers like you were doing in your sleep. the wet sounds filling the room are obscene.

“tell me to stop,” he says. his fingers slow. “tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop.”

“don’t stop.” your voice breaks. “baby, please don’t stop.”

he groans against your neck and his fingers push back inside you, three this time, stretching you in a way that makes you gasp and grip his forearm.

“you’re so sexy,” he breathes. still pumping. “you drive me crazy, you know that? you have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this.”

your back arches. your hips buck. his name is a prayer you keep repeating, over and over, each thrust of his fingers pushing you closer.

“maj, please.”

“please what, baby?”

“fuck me. please fuck me.”

he takes away his fingers but before you can complain, he’s bringing them to your lips. shiny with your own slick, glistening in the tv light.

your mouth opens and his fingers slide past your lips and you taste yourself on his skin. you suck them clean, tongue lapping between his knuckles, eyes fluttering shut at the intimacy of it.

“shit,” he hisses. “you’re gonna kill me.”

then his hand is on your jaw, turning your face toward his, and his mouth crashes against yours.

the kiss is nothing like you imagined. it’s not gentle. it’s not hesitant. it’s teeth and tongue and the desperate press of lips that have wanted this for too long. his hand tightens on your jaw, angling your head so he can go deeper, and you moan into his mouth and grip the back of his neck and pull him closer, but somehow it still isn’t close enough.

when he breaks the kiss, you’re both breathing like you’ve run a marathon.

he helps you wrestle your gown off, tossing it somewhere into the dark. his sweats follow. boxers too. then he’s moving, positioning himself between your legs, and you can finally see him.

all of him.

the tip slick and flushed, pressed against your stomach as he leans over you. his chest is heaving.

“you sure?” he asks, giving you one last out.

“i’ve never been more sure of anything.”

he kisses you again. softer this time. then his hands are on your hips, dragging you down the mattress, positioning you beneath him like you weigh nothing. he reaches between your bodies, gripping himself, running the head of his cock through your wetness. one. twice. rubbing himself against your clit on the third pass until your thighs shake.

“fuck, mama,” he groans, looking down at where your bodies almost meet. “this pussy’s so wet.”

the words hit you low in your belly. you’ve heard him say wild things before but this is different. this is him talking to you.

he pushes in.

slow. inch by inch. stretching you out so good that your mouth drops open and your nails dig into his shoulders and every thought in your head dissolves into static.

“look at me,” he says.

you didn’t realize your eyes had closed.

they open and his face is above you, jaw tight, sweat already beading at his temple. he’s holding himself back—you can feel it in the tremor of his arms.

“there you go,” he breathes. his forehead drops to yours. “there you go. look at me, mama.“

he bottoms out.

a shudder passes through both of you.

his mouth seals over yours and he begins to move.

the kiss swallows your moans as he fucks into you. deep strokes. slow at first, because he’s savoring it. your head falls back but his lips chase yours, refusing to let the kiss break for more than a heartbeat. his hips roll. your legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his back, pulling him deeper.

you let out a moan when he thrusts harder, hitting a spot that makes sparks pop behind your eyes.

“right there,” you whimper. “baby, right there, please—”

his hand slides down your thigh, hiking your leg higher over his arm. the new angle is devastating. every stroke now drags against your g-spot, him pulsing with each squeeze of your walls around him.

the sounds in the room are filthy. skin slapping skin. the wet suck of you pulling him back in each time he withdraws. his name tumbling from your lips in a chant that’s getting louder, needier, less coherent.

“you close?” he pants.

“yes. yes, maj.”

“let me feel it. come on, mama, i got you.”

his thumb finds your clit.

your body obeys before your brain catches up.

the orgasm hits you like a wave. your back arches off the mattress. your nails rake down his back. a sound tears from your throat that you’ve never made before, something between a sob and his name.

he fucks you through it. chasing his own high now, rhythm stuttering, moans catching in his chest.

“where—” he grunts. “where do you want—”

“inside. cum inside me—”

a groan rips from his chest. his hips slam forward one last time and you feel him pulse. his face buried in the crook of your neck, his teeth sinking into the sensitive skin where your shoulder meets your throat, and he rides out the aftershocks with little thrusts that make you both gasp.

for a long moment, neither of you moves.

his weight is crushing you in the best way. you can feel his heartbeat hammering against your chest—or maybe that’s yours.

he lifts his head. his eyes finding yours.

“you’re not gonna wake up tomorrow and pretend this was just a dream, are you?”

your hand comes up to cup his jaw. you run your thumb over his bottom lip, swollen from kissing. “you’re still inside me, maj. i’m pretty sure I’m not dreaming.”

he laughs. low and breathless. then he kisses you—soft this time. tender. a kiss that makes your stomach swoop in a way that’s entirely different from the sex.

he pulls out slowly. then he rolls onto his back, pulling you with him so you’re draped across his chest, and his hand comes up to stroke your hair.

“we should talk about this,” he murmurs.

“probably.”

silence settles over the room. comfortable again. his fingers trace patterns on your spine. your breathing steadies.

“but not right now.”

“not right now,” you agree.

[nobleumbrashrine]

Jermajesty seems like he's a nerdy/geek, sweetheart and then I come on here, and some freaky/nasty fics are written about him. It makes me laugh a little cause damn. Does HE know that he spits in readers mouth while having her in a mating press?

I loooooovvveee it, please don't ever stop writing his fics guys🙏🏾😭😭

[g1antgoodfish]

hiya can you do a jealous!jermajesty where him and reader get into an argument about trust and she takes a girls trip ignoring maj? reader has past experiences w/ dating where she tends to be avoidant when she feels unheard and this pisses him off 😛 she's petty posting and living life but when she comes back, this gets dealt with

a/n: ok so i think i took this in a different direction than you were intending, but i got caught up in the dynamics of it all lol. maybe i’ll circle back to this idea with a different ending.

pairing: jealous! jermajesty x stonewalling! reader

wc: 2.6k

The trip had been planned months ago. You and your girls could barely find free time in each of your schedules to all hang out. So, you and your friends had planned a trip to Miami to finally enjoy some time all together.

Jermajesty had been against this from the beginning, having a problem with you going there of all places.

“This trip has been in the works for a while now, it’s nothing new.” You were about to leave, going around your room for any last minute things you might have forgotten.

You hear a huff on the phone. “And I been said you shouldn’t be going, it’s nothing new.” Jermajesty’s sarcastic choice of words pissed you off.

”The problem is that you don’t trust me.” You were getting angry and tears were starting to gather in your eyes. That made you even more pissed off.

“You the one tryna go to Miami of all places. I mean what the fuck?” You could hear the noises of traffic over the phone.

You take a breath, trying to not let your voice shake. “You’re not listening to me.”

He was quiet for a moment, and you thought he was finally taking in what you were trying to say. Why go throw away a two year relationship for something so quick and meaningless? You loved Jermajesty with all your heart. You’d hoped he would have more faith in his long-term girlfriend.

“I don’t want you to go. That’s final.”

You closed your eyes. He’s not gonna listen. You inhale, then exhale. You look to the multiple bags in your room, ready to go.

“Okay.” Your voice is calm, completely void of any emotion.

Jermajesty is quiet for a split second, not expecting that answer. “Alright. I’ll be home in a couple hours, I’m going to see Jafaar.”

“Okay.” There it was again. That same answer in that same monotone voice. You hung up before he could say anything more.

He doesn’t wanna listen to and be a insecure asshole? Fine.

You get a message from one of your friends, Samara, letting you know she was out front. Picking up your bags, you head out the door.

Your movements are calm and collected, too calm and collected.

Samara notices instantly. “You okay girl?” She pushes her shades up, eyeing you suspiciously.

”Oh I will be.” You swipe into Jermajesty’s contact, putting it on mute. You’ll speak to him when you get back, not wanting him to taint the trip you’ve been looking forward to for a while.

She pulls off, heading to the airport to meet the others.

Jermajesty hadn’t heard from you since the call. He wasn’t shocked though, knowing you were still pissed about the trip.

On the way to the apartment you both shared, he stopped for some popcorn and picked up your favorite snacks. Maybe the two of you could have a movie night in.

The lights were off when Jermajesty opened the front door, the usual warm lighting of the lamps you had bought was nowhere to be found. Maybe you had gone to bed already?

He called out to you, asking you to come out to the kitchen where he started making the popcorn.

No answer.

He shouted out again. Yet he received the same response. Nothing.

With confusion, he walked towards your shared bedroom, but it was vacant. He went to your closet, opening the drawers where your bathing suits were usually kept. Nothing.

“I know her ass did not.”

Jermajesty pulled his phone out, calling you to no answer. His texts received the same treatment.

He went to instagram next, seeing that you posted a story not too long ago.

You were on a plane, taking a selfie with your friends. Now he was pissed.

You left anyways, despite his complaints and him telling you no. He’d wait a few more hours when you’d sure to be off the plane before calling again.

As the time went on, he became more and more agitated. He ate the popcorn in annoyance, waiting for any sighting of you he could get.

Your girls were able to keep your mind off of Jermajesty and his idiocy. As much as they could anyway.

Getting off the plane, you guys made your way to the hotel.

“Girl you gotta mess with him a bit.” Samara was taking selfies, seeing you check to see if Jermajesty messaged you. He had. Multiple times.

You look up. “What you mean?”

Samara rolled her eyes. “You gonna put on some grown makeup, a sexy outfit, and I’m gonna take the best photos of you to make that man lose his mind.”

You threw your phone on the bed, falling back on it dramatically and letting out a huff.

He did piss you off and you weren’t ready to talk to him yet. Maybe making a couple posts wouldn’t be so bad.

Jermajesty was living in hell.

He was checking his social media every two minutes, hoping to see if you’d put anything on your story. Every response he sent was left unsanswered.

He knew you were doing this on purpose.

You had always done this when you were upset. Whenever you felt like someone wasn't listening to you, you shut down. You stopped arguing. Stopped explaining yourself. Stopped responding.

And usually, Jermajesty could get you to talk eventually.

But this time?

This time you were in Miami. With your friends. And apparently having the time of your life.

His phone buzzed.

He grabbed it instantly, expecting to see a message from you.

Instead, it was Instagram.

Y/N added to her story.

Jermajesty clicked on it and there you were.

He stared at the screen.

You were dressed up now, makeup done, hair styled, looking completely unbothered. The caption was something simple.

‘miami looks good on me 💋’

Jermajesty sat up, jaw clenched in annoyance. “Oh, so this what we doing?”

He watched the next story.

You and your friends were at dinner, laughing over drinks

.

Then another picture. You sitting in the middle of your girls, smiling at the camera.

Then another. A mirror selfie.

All posted mere seconds ago, going back and forth between the pictures to study each one.

Jermajesty stared at the screen for a long moment.

He knew you looked good. Of course you did. You always did.

But the fact that you were posting all of this while actively ignoring him?

That pissed him off.

He typed out a message, thumb flying across the keyboard.

Jermajesty: So you can post but you can't answer me?

A minute passed.

Nothing.

Two minutes.

Nothing.

Then he saw you had viewed his message. Another minute passed.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

He called. Straight to voicemail.

He called again. Same thing.

Jermajesty tossed his phone onto the couch, running a hand over his face.

He knew he was being insecure. He knew that. But you knew exactly what you were doing. You were being petty.

And the worst part was that it was working.

By the next morning, you had almost convinced yourself that you weren’t thinking about him.

Almost.

You and the girls had gone out the night before, staying out way later than you had planned. You had laughed until your stomach hurt, danced until your feet hurt, and drank enough to make the entire argument with Jermajesty feel distant.

That was the point of the trip.

You didn’t want to think about him. You didn’t want to think about the argument. You didn’t want to think about how his voice had sounded when he told you that you weren’t going.

You just wanted to enjoy yourself.

So when you woke up and saw that Jermajesty had sent you seventeen messages, you immediately locked your phone again.

Samara, who was laying in the bed across from you, noticed.

“Girl.”

“What?”

“You gonna keep doing that?”

You glanced over at her. “Doing what?” You tried to feign ignorance.

“Acting like you don’t see that man blowing your phone up.”

You rolled your eyes, turning onto your back. “He’ll be fine.”

“Girl, he is probably going through it.”

“You’re the one who convinced me to act like this.”

Samara raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, but the whole point was to get him to lose his mind. He’s definitely lost it.”

“Yeah well…” You didn’t have a retort. Truthfully, you didn’t think you could speak to him yet. His lack of trust and demands upset you. You needed time to cool off.

You let out a sigh, not really feeling much better after the few days you’ve been gone.

Your phone buzzed again.

You didn't look at it.

Samara looked at you.

You looked at her. “Don't.”

“I didn't say anything.” She threw her hands up, turning away from you and heading to the bathroom.

You shouted towards her disappearing figure, “You were about to.”

“I was.” The bathroom door shut with a laugh on the other side.

You groaned, grabbing your phone. The messages were mostly the same.

Jermajesty: You good?

Jermajesty: So you just not gonna talk to me?

Jermajesty: I see you posting.

Jermajesty: You being petty now?

Jermajesty: Aight.

That last one made your eyebrows raise.

You knew that “aight” wasn't actually an “aight”.

That was his version of saying he was done trying.

And for some reason, that irritated you more than all the other messages combined.

You locked your phone again.

“Don't start feeling bad now,” Samara said, reappearing from the bathroom to quickly grab her bag.

“I don't.”

“You look like you do.”

“I don't.” You were stubborn.

She shrugged. “Okay.”

You glared at her.

She smiled innocently.

You sighed, throwing the covers off of yourself.

You weren't going to let him ruin your trip.

You weren't.

Jermajesty had officially reached his limit by the time you came back.

He had spent the entire four days going back and forth between being angry and missing you.

One minute, he was convinced you were being immature and childish. The next, he was staring at pictures of you and wondering if you were having fun.

He didn't like how easily you had gone quiet. He didn't like how you could disappear when you were upset. And more than anything, he didn't like how familiar it felt.

Because this wasn't the first time.

You had done this before.

Whenever you felt unheard, you shut him out.

And whenever you shut him out, Jermajesty got angry.

It was a cycle.

One he was tired of repeating.

So when he heard the front door open, he didn't get up immediately. He stayed sitting on the couch.

A few seconds later, you walked into the living room with your bags. You stopped when you saw him.

He looked tired. You didn't say anything. Neither did he.

You set your bags down. “Hi.”

Jermajesty looked at you, annoyance on his face. “Hi?”

You frowned. “What?”

“You been gone for four days.”

“Yeah.”

“You ignored me for four days.”

You crossed your arms. “You told me not to go.”

His jaw tightened. “And you went anyway.”

“Because you weren't listening to me.” Your voice started to raise.

He shook his head. “So your solution was to just leave and ignore me?”

You looked away.

There it was.

The part you hated. The part where you knew he had a point.

You looked down at your feet, unable to look at him. “I didn't want to argue.”

He sighed, rising up from the couch to stand in front of you. “So you just shut me out?”

“I told you how I felt.”

“And I told you how I felt.”

You look up to him. “You told me I couldn't go.”

“Because I didn't trust the situation!” Now he was getting loud.

You looked at him sharply. “And that's the problem!”

Jermajesty shook his head in frustration. “No, the problem is that every time we have an argument, you disappear!”

“Because you don't listen!” You repeated, poking a finger into his chest.

“Because you stop talking!”

“What's the point of talking to you if you're just going to decide that your feelings matter more?”

That shut him up. The anger on his face faltered.

You immediately regretted saying it. But you were tired. Tired of feeling like you had to scream to be heard. Tired of feeling like every conversation turned into a battle. Tired of feeling like he only wanted to listen after you had already emotionally checked out.

Your voice got quieter. “I wasn't trying to punish you.”

Jermajesty looked away.

“I know.” His voice was quiet.

“I just… I didn't want to spend the entire trip fighting with you.”

He looked back to you and you could see the hurt on his face. “You could've answered me.”

“I know.”

“You could've told me you were okay.”

You let out a shaky breath, looking down at your feet again. “I know.”

He looked back at you. “But you didn't.”

You swallowed, throat getting tight at the confrontation. “No.”

The room was quiet.

Jermajesty sighed, rubbing his hands over his face.

“And I shouldn't have told you that you couldn't go.”

You looked at him.

He continued before you could say anything.

“I don't get to decide where you go. I was being insecure. I was worried about Miami, and I let that turn into me trying to control the situation.”

You didn't say anything.

“But you ignoring me for a whole week wasn't okay either.”

Your eyes focused on nothing over his shoulder.

“I know.” This one came out rougher.

“Do you?”

You looked up at him. “Yes.” You nodded your head.

He studied your face.

You could tell he wanted to stay angry.

But he missed you. And you missed him too.

“I was mad,” you admitted. “And when I feel like someone isn't listening to me, I just… shut down.”

“I know.”

You paused for a moment. “I don't do it to hurt you.”

He sighs tiredly. “It still hurts.”

You nodded slowly. “I know.”

Jermajesty was quiet for a moment.

Then he walked a step closer..

“You had fun?”

You blinked, taken aback.

“What?”

“On your little girls trip.”

You stared at him.

Despite yourself, a small smile appeared on your face. “Yeah.”

Jermajesty brought one hand to cup the side of your throat, lifting your head up to match his stare. “Posted a lot.”

You already knew your answer before asking. “You were watching?”

“I saw everything.”

You laughed softly. “I know.”

“Don't laugh.” He was smiling now too.

“You were stalking my Instagram?”

“I was checking on you.”

“Every two minutes?”

He gave you a look. “More like every two seconds.”

You smiled.

And just like that, some of the tension in the room started to disappear.

Not all of it.

There were still things you needed to talk about.

The trust issues.

The way he tried to control the situation.

The way you shut down and disappeared whenever you felt unheard.

Neither of you could keep doing this.

But for now, Jermajesty brought his arms around you, pulling you in.

You let him. His face buried into your neck.

“You pissed me off,” he muttered. He gave your neck one kiss.

You wrapped your arms around him, burrowing your face into his chest.

“You pissed me off first.”

He squeezed you tighter. “Don't start.”

You smiled into him. “I'm just saying.”

He pulled back enough to look at you.

“You still love me?”

You rolled your eyes. “Unfortunately.”

Jermajesty grinned.

“Good.”

You shook your head, but you were smiling now.

The argument wasn't completely solved.

But at least this time, you were both finally listening.

[youluvyanni]

flight 22

summary: a random collision in a crowded airport leaves you and Jermajesty unable to stop thinking about each other but fate is in your favor because when boarding begins, you discover you’re seated right beside him. One flight, endless conversation, and a shoulder to fall asleep on… maybe some coincidences are meant to happen

contains: usage of ‘y/n’, fluff, meet-cute, airport AU, strangers to lovers, slow burn, cursing

notes: part one of this request

the airport terminal was a chaotic and very loud symphony of rolling suitcases, overhead announcements, and rushed goodbyes. you were frantically checking your phone for your gate number, completely distracted, when you turned a sharp corner near a coffee kiosk.

thump !

the sudden collision sent you reeling backward, your forehead colliding sharply with someone else's. the impact knocked you entirely off balance, and you hit the polished terminal floor with a breathless gasp, your carry-on bag hitting the ground next you and the rolling away from you.

“oh shit! I am so, so sorry” a deep voice exclaimed in front of you.

you blinked away the initial dizziness and looked up, the apology dying on your lips. standing over you was an incredibly handsome guy with soft, expressive eyes and a warm complexion. he was accompanied by two other guys who looked very similar to him, they were watching with amused, slightly sympathetic grins.

he immediately dropped to one knee, offering you a hand. “are you alright? that was completely my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going”

“I-I'm fine” you stammered, placing your hand in his. his grip was warm and steady as he effortlessly helped you to your feet. As your eyes met properly, a sudden wave of heat rushed to your cheeks. ge was even more handsome up close

he seemed to freeze for a fraction of a second too, his eyes scanning your face with a soft, lingering gaze that made it clear he found also you just as attractive.

“are you sure you're okay? no concussion I hope?” he asked giving you a genuinely sweet, gap toothed smile

“just a bruised ego” you laughed softly, rubbing your forehead. “and really, it's fine. I was staring at my phone anyway”

“well, let me at least get your-“

“jermajesty, final boarding call is in five minutes” one of his brothers called out,

jermajesty looked back at his brothers with a silent plea for more time, then turned back to you, looking genuinely apologetic. “my plane is boarding..I'm Jermajesty by the way."

“y/n” you managed to say, your heart practically doing cartwheels at his unique name.

“It was really nice to bump into you y/n” he said, his eyes holding yours for one last, sweet moment. “have a safe flight.”

“you too” you murmured.

you watched him walk away with his brothers, unable to shake the butterflies that had suddenly taken up residence in your stomach, then you realized your flight was also boarding…

an hour later, the stress of boarding the plane had temporarily pushed the mystery guy out of your mind. you shuffled down the narrow aisle of the plane, matching your ticket to the row numbers.

Seat 22A. Window seat.

as you approached the row, you noticed someone was already settled into the middle seat, 22B. your breath caught in your throat… there he was, sitting there, in the assigned seat next to yours, Jermajesty.

he happened to look up just as you stopped at the row. his eyes widened in absolute disbelief and the slow smile spread across his face

“is this seat taken?” you teased, a massive grin breaking across your own face.

“no” he said smoothly, quickly unbuckling his seatbelt to stand up and give you room to slide into the window seat. “out of all the flights, in all the terminals... what are the odds?” he said

“maybe you just wanted another chance to knock me over” you joked, settling into your seat and fastening your buckle.

“I promise to keep my hands and head to myself for the duration of the flight” he laughed, leaning back into his seat

as the plane reached its cruising altitude, you turned to him with a playful glint in your eye.

“so... Jermajesty. I've been thinking about it since the terminal. that is a very unique and intense name. do I need to bow whenever you ask for the armrest?” you laugh

he groaned softly and then laughed along with you “don't start. I usually get the 'are you royalty?' question within five minutes of meeting someone”

“well, are you?" you teased, leaning in a little closer. “should I be calling you 'hour highness' for the next few hours?”

“Definitely not” he chuckled, shaking his head.

“It's just a family thing. my dad wanted used parts of his name and then came up with the rest, he wanted something different and unique.”

“fair enough” you smiled, enjoying the way his eyes lit up when he was being teased. “so, why are you on this flight, what’s your business in Bali”

“my brothers and I have had this summer trip planned for months. honestly, life has been so chaotic lately with work and family stuff, we just needed somewhere completely detached from reality…somewhere we can just relax and completely clear our heads. what about you? what's taking you all the way to paradise?”

“actually, it's a bit of a reset for me too” you admitted, looking out the window at the endless blanket of clouds before turning back to him. “I've been feeling so burnt out lately, just caught up in the same daily routine. I woke up one day and booked a flight…hopefully i can clear my mind as well, read on the beach, explore the night life”

Jermajesty watched you as you spoke, his gaze warm and incredibly focused on your face. “so a solo adventure” he murmured softly, a look of genuine admiration in his eyes. “good for you, it takes a lot of guts to just pack up and go by yourself.”

“well, I was a little nervous, first time traveling out of the country by myself” you confessed, your voice dropping to a softer tone

“but seeing a somewhat familiar face on the plane definitely helps.”

“I'm glad I could be of service,” he said quietly, his eyes dropping to your lips for a fleeting second before meeting your gaze again, making your stomach do a flip.

the hours passed away as the two of you kept talking, the conversation shifting effortlessly from your deep motivations for the trip to lighthearted jokes and as the cabin lights finally dimmed for the long, quiet stretch of the flight, the exhaustion of the travel day began to catch up to you. your eyelids grew heavy, and your responses to his quiet questions became slower, murmured half-sentences.

Jermajesty noticed your head lolling slightly “tired?” he whispered softly, his voice a soothing, low rumble against the hum of the jet engine.

“a little” you admitted, fighting back a yawn

without any sort of hesitation, he gently reached over and adjusted the small airline pillow against his shoulder. “here, use my shoulder… I don't mind… consider it royal accommodation."

you let out a sleepy laugh at the reference as your heart raced despite your exhaustion.

the temptation of his warmth was too much. You carefully leaned over, resting your head against his firm, comfortable shoulder “if it gets uncomfortable don’t be afraid to wake me up” “i won’t”

as you drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep, you felt him shift slightly to make you more comfortable, his arm resting gently along the armrest to support you. just before you completely lost consciousness, you felt the lightest touch of his chin resting softly against the top of your head

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