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you and jaafar get into a huge argument but there’s only one bed—and it’s storming. (est relationship)

It was a stupid argument, miscommunication at that—and what makes it all ten times worse than it could’ve gotten is, it’s your two’s one year anniversary. He took you to an event with him because you’re his support. “That guy was practically fucking eyeing you—and you just ate it up, all that attention you had on you.” You look at him, eyebrows furrowed.

“What? Jaafar, what the hell are you talking about?” His jaw clenches as he stands up now, “why are you playing coy? you were matching his energy, all up on him as well. I brought you here because I wanted you with me, not for some random guy to have you the whole night—“ You let out an annoyed exhale,

“You’re over exaggerating what you saw, you always do that. And he was telling me about his wife and kids, and god, I don’t know why you didn’t just come get me. I seen you smiling and having a good time I thought that maybe you didn’t need me as much as you thought jaafar.”

That ticks him off, he slips his shoes on, “I always need you.” he quietly murmurs to himself as he storms out of the hotel room.

You’re now sat at the mini table in the hotel room, it’s currently 12 am, and it’s storming. He hadn’t came home yet and you honestly were starting to get concerned, 911 was on speed dial. You ringed him many times and shot him more than five text messages. Your throat tightens up, your mind traveling back to the last time you two spoke—that argument.

As you were about to crawl into bed and hope for the best the door unlocks, revealing Jaafar and an umbrella. You were almost about to shout, about to scold him, but you simply couldn’t find the energy. But now, your demeanor was more relaxed, he’s home in one piece.

“Jaaf.” You call out to him, he clears his throat before turning to you. “hm.” He hated storms, so you were wondering why he stayed out so late, but you just kept it to yourself. “I’ll take the couch tonight.” He murmurs before disappearing into the bathroom to change.

You scoff, crawling into the bed and turning around the face the view of the busy night city. “stubborn.” you quietly whisper, but in all honesty the both of you were, hated apologizing.

The storm had increased, rain falling fast. You could hear jaafar shifting uncomfortably on the couch and you tried to ignore it, but you weren’t getting any sleep tonight, neither was he. It was all just an awkward silence—and the storm.

You turn around as the sudden movement had came to a stop—maybe he was asleep now. But, he’s sitting up on the couch, face in his hands, wide awake. Your heart aches. “jaafar.” you softly call out, and he looks up at you, and the tiny night light glistens across his face revealing his tear stricken eyes. “oh, come, come here.” you say, holding your arms out wide.

Without a thought he crosses the room in a hurry and into your widened arms, you two fall onto the bed, his head on your chest as he clutches your waist. You drape the blanket over the two of you. He stifles his tears into your shirt, which will soon be drenched. Your nails go across his back comforting him. “shh,” you say, pressing a kiss to his head.

“I’m sorry,” he expresses. “I’ve also had some drinks.” He admits, which he reeks of it. “I always need you, all the time—even if I don’t show it.” A smile spreads across your face, “I want you to express and tell me those things jaaf, cause you know I’d be there for you in a heartbeat.” His eyes find yours, and then they look at your mouth which he pecks. “I’m sorry as well.” You say. And he snorts, “you waited until I said it.”

“Yeah.” you stifle a laugh. “Try to get some sleep, you’ve got a day full of errands tomorrow.” You remind him, and he lets out a sigh. “mmmh.” he grumbles, “why don’t we just stay home tomorrow?” You snort, “I’d love that but—these are important things for you, for your career.”

His hands find yours mouth, closing it. “shh, hush—let me fantasize.” Your eyebrows furrow before bursting into laughter. “You’re so annoying,” you joking nudge him.

“And I love you, I love that you think I’m annoying.”

“you’re so sappy.”

“for you only.”

“I love you too jaafar.”

this is the field I excel in I LOVE enemies to lovers ughh!!!

You and Jaafar have been friends for what felt like an eternity, you go on all his family trips, he supports your career you support his and he was like an older brother to you, the bestest friend you can ever ask for.

But, being around his family came with one horrible con—jermajesty. You and jermajesty were actually pretty closer, some even describing you two as lovers well now, “distant lovers” you grew up with him since he and jaafar were brothers of course, And you would say the relationship between the two of you were pretty tight knit.

Until one night, you and jermajesty are totally drunk and throwing lighthearted insults at each other until all of it started feeling too realistic, exposing and embarrassing. The night ended in yelling, mean words being thrown, and the family having to get involved.

So safe to say, that’s the biggest problem about being jaafar’s closest and bestest friend. “Hey, y/n.” Jaafar calls out to you, you’re currently on the pool chairs, sunglasses on your face, bikini tiny and the sun bouncing off of you perfectly. “uh huh.” you hum in response. “we’re going out later tonight to this restaurant, mama asked me to invite you.”

You let out a huff, “is jer gonna be there?” you attempt to make it a joke but really—he makes you absolutely livid. “It’s been so long since that happened I can’t believe you two still aren’t on talking terms, in-fact it’s kind of annoying.” He admits and that causes you to sit up.

Your book slightly tips off the chair, “yeah well I want an apology.” jaafar snorts. “After all these years? damn girl, you’re stubborn.” You roll your eyes and slightly nudge him. “Last one to the pool has to sit next to jermajesty tonight!” He screams booking it back to the pool in an instant.

You yelp as you shoot up, “You cheater!”

“Unclench your jaw.” Jaafar whispers over to you, he sat on your left. You came to the restaurant as instructed, but of course they created assigned seats since it was so many of you, Jermajesty sat on your right. “Shut up.” You kick jaafars ankle causing him to yelp.

“Who pissed in your food?” That voice—Jaafar snorts. “I don’t know.” You snap your head to jermajesty. “I can hear you by the way.” He has the smuggest smile on his face. “I know that—by the way.”

You almost backhand him but, your hands stay clenched as you shoot jaafar an angry look. “I should’ve stayed home.” You utter to him, “whaaat no we’re having fun right?” You mock him before telling him to shut up. As the food was coming in you sparked up conversation with the family. Them asking how your modeling is going, where you stay, any boyfriends ect ect.

“Ah, y/n.” You channel your inner peace before facing the voice that makes you want to be swallowed whole. “What?” Chatter goes on around the two of you and the atmosphere feels tense, you start sweating as he examines your face. “What happened to that—uhh that one dude?”

“That’s actually none of your business.”

“Aww come on—“ he teases. “Am I not allowed to be curious anymore?“ you shake your head, “no.” you take your fork, picking around at the food before you take a bite. “This needs more—“ you murmur under your breath, of course the seasoning was on jermajesty’s side of the table.

“Jaaf..” you say getting his attention, “can you get that—“ he turns away as he gets distracted by the tiny tv in the corner. “fuck.” you whisper. “What is it?” Aggravating bitch, you thought. Fine you just won’t eat.

Five minutes later.

“Why aren’t you touching your food?” He reaches for your hair and you dodge him. “Not hungry.” You huff crossing your arms. “Or is it that you need this seasoning?” He holds it up. Wow? Was it this easy? He must’ve simmered down.

“Yeah actually.” You almost laugh, and you go to reach for it but then he pulls it back, in a swift quick motion and now, you’re half in his lap but that doesn’t last long you get up in an instant.

“What the fuck? Jer you’re an ass just give it to me.” You angrily demand, and boy was he enjoying it. “I can’t do this.” You get up from the table, your chair scraping against the wooden floor.

back at home

“Why’d you leave so early?” Jaafar questions you on the other end of the phone. “Was it jermajesty?” He adds, and you huff. “He’s an asshole, the biggest one I know.” Jaafar groans, “you guys are so annoying, this is the longest heated argument ever.”

“Who’s that on the phone?” You hear jermajesty in the background and then as if on cue he speaks— “ahh, y/n.” You can hear him snatch jaafars phone. “left so early, no goodbye? I’m in shambles.” beep, you hang up. Avoid him, or put up with him, your brain is constantly stuck in battle between those two choices.

The next day, you found yourself out and about with jaafar and your friend group, clubbing and you felt as if this was the first fun thing that’s ever happened in your life—in awhile.

“I can’t—“ you say, slamming the tiny cup that had a shot in it before you swallowed it completely. “I can’t do anymore.” You say, your head lolling back. Jaafar snorts and pours himself and the others more. “come on, you can do another one!!” one of them encourages and of course, you gave in.

Five shots later you’re on top of the table in your kitten heels and swear you’re this professional dancer and singer—which it was the complete opposite but hey, everyone was taking it pretty well, singing along with you and loving your movements, as the next song comes on and you began to sway slowly but then, you miss a step.

You were somewhat hurt, a twisted ankle, bruised arms and a small tiny cut. You sat at the back of the booth as these randoms were treating you. Jaafar almost stumbles over to you, he was drunk as well. “y/n, I didn’t know who to call and—“ he slurs, taking a seat near you. “I’m too drunk to deal with anything.” his head falls into his crossed arms onto the table.

“What does that mean?” You huff, and kind of chuckle a bit. “he’s sooo messed up—“ you laugh, but the person doesn’t respond just continues to care to your ankle. “You can move now.” A voice comes through and your heart beats out of your chest as you look up.

“Jaafar, I’m gonna kill you whenever you—“ your cut off as the person walks away and jermajesty joins you in the booth. “Can you walk?” He questions. You smack your teeth sarcastically before pointing towards your swollen ankle, and he huffs.

“Still as stubborn as ever.” He’s not making any jokes or teasing you today for some reason. His face almost—looks like he feels for you, like he’s worried? You look away.

“The biggest idiot I know is you, y/n. Would it kill you to be careful? You’re always acting like life is this—easy thing and you can do whatever you want, whenever you want and not—“ you cut him off, “shut up, man.” His eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Man?”

“Well, yeah that’s what you are.” He lets out a stifled laugh. “I need to get the two of you out of here.” He begins to lift you from under your legs. “Stop it—I don’t need your help.” You say as you practically kick his arm. You lift yourself using the table as you only stand on your non injured leg before collapsing onto the booth. “You sure?” He teases.

“Get him first, he’s out like a baby.” You point at jaafar. “Hm—will you stay put?” You nod. “Why wouldn’t I?” He scoffs. “You have a habit of disappearing.” He begins to stalk over towards jaafar, throwing his arm over his shoulder and helping him to the car. “Ughhhh!!” You groan, and then a guy stands in front of you. “Hey pretty.” You smile at him, “hi I need your help real fast, since you think I’m pretty.”

And here he was, a random man carrying you outside to jermajesty’s car. “What the fuck?” You can hear him before you fully reach the car, your head was against the muscular dudes chest. “Put her down.” He demands. “What are you the boyfriend?” He questions, That leaves jermajesty in thought. “A friend, now put her down.”

You look up at the guy, “thank you, you were kind enough to help an injured girl out.” you press a kiss to his cheek which leaves a red mark against his now flushed skin.

“wow—“ jermajesty’s jaw clenches. “Get down now,” the guy puts you down you now lean on jermajesty for support as he puts you into the passenger seat and buckling your seatbelt. “My ankle doesn’t work, not my arms.” You say snatching your seatbelt.

The next day

“Fuck.” You rise, your head throbbing against your skull, dizzy. But you don’t have much time to unpack the hangover as you realize you’re not in your house, or your room. “What the—“

“Morning,” jermajesty comes in with a pill in his hand and some water. “No.” You huff, throwing yourself back onto his bed. “Don’t morning me.” You take the water and pill and swallow it as quick as possible. “I’m going home.” He stops you by the waist on your way out.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You huff, and shove his hand off of you. “We aren’t—what we used to be.” You say walking out. “And thanks for letting me stay over.” As you walk out you run into jaafar. “god my head is killing me—y/n?” You look up at him—and you wanted to say hi, you wanted to run at the same time instead you just break into tears.

He’s up quick, his headache long forgotten. “What just happened?” He mouths to his brother who’s standing outside his room door, jermajesty looking rather confused and bummed out.

Finally, after you calmed down you sat at the edge of jaafar’s bed and you explained everything to him and all he managed to get out of it was, “I knew it.” He snorts, and you look up eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You two still have something going on and—I wasn’t supposed to tell you this but, never mind.”

“Hey!” You shout. “We don’t do that, and you know it!! Don’t say nevermind.” You nudge jaafar. “Okay..y/n, he admitted to me a few years back that—look don’t take my word for it he was drunk but it was after the two of you had got into that big argument you remember?”

You nod, “yeah like two days later we went out he got completely drunk and was telling everyone how it has to be you, how he’d never love another person and all that. And I just, I don’t know, but really don’t say anything.” You snort. “I hate him he’s so cheesy.”

“Also—y/n. I won’t be talking to either of you until the two of you have it out.” You look up in confusion. “Jaafar what? That’s not—.” You scoff. “Ugh do I have ghosts in my room?” You huff and leave, staring at jermajesty’s widened room door.

“hmm.” you murmur, and before you can have a moment for yourself you just began walking, your feet having a mind of its own. And there he was in his bed, the tv turnt up. You shut his door. “Jer.”

There it was, your soft voice that he once knew, you weren’t yelling, getting angry with him. He stood up in an instant storming to you before bringing you into this tight embrace.

“I’m sorry.” You both say in unison which causes you both to laugh. He pulls back. “I was so drunk and honestly, I wasn’t thinking straight all I thought was that I was having the best laugh of my life, with you—and I just—I’m sorry all these years I’ve been an ass.”

“Forgive me?”

“Hmm.” You grab his face. “Just like old times?” He asks. You nod. “Just like old times.” He pulls you by the waist as his lips meet yours, your tongue asking for more and then his lips slowly trail down your neck. “woaaah not so fast.” you snort.

“And they’re back!” Jaafar shouts downstairs as he points into jermajesty’s room, jermajesty shouts, “JAAFAR!!” And then slams his door. “Oh god,” you snort. “shh.” he shushes you. “we’ve gotta make up, all the lost time.” he says into your neck.

“Yeah yeah,” you say, then being swept up by him. You yelp. “Jer!!!” You two are now cuddling in his bed, his arm wrapped around you from behind. “Oh and—that guy totally pissed me off yesterday.” He says.

“What guy?” You really were clueless. “you were black out drunk, weren’t you?” he teases. Everything felt normal, like a show you stopped watching but then playing it back, all felt so familiar.

yes ma’am I’m currently writing!!

a/n: wait cause I knew I wasn’t tripping he does give evil and A TAD BIT toxic asf😩

“Why the fuck are you here?” You whisper angrily, it was currently 3am and here he is—jermajesty standing in front of your hotel door with a smug smile plastered all over his face. “What? I can’t see you before you do your model shoot tomorrow?” He teases, shoving past you and inside the room.

You shut the door, practically slammed it. You cross your arms in a fit, “I’m tired, I have a shoot early in the morning and you show up just with—bullshit.” You mock his words, “What? I can’t see you before you do your model shoot? Like no you fucking can’t, remind me what happened between us because it seems you’ve hit your head.”

His tongue shoots to the side of his mouth, “hmm—come here.” he holds his arms out, and you look away. “don’t be complicated.”

“How many other girls have had you show up at their door at 3am?” You inquire, and he scoffs. “So far only—“ “So far.” You catch him and he stifles his laugh. “So far—“ he continues, “you and that’s all.” This time he stands up, taking your wrist in his hand. “I’ll be in New York all this week—let’s just have fun?”

You glance at the clock, 3:19. “You can stay but I’m going back to sleep, I have places to be in a few hours.” He nods, “okay, deal.”

well..

Your legs wrap around his head as his tongue laps your soaked juices, “mmh j—jer.” you moan, your head loling back in pleasure, you take a fist full of his curls into your hand as his pace begins to pick up. His hands find your waist attempting to keep your jerking body steady.

He pulls back, saliva dripping from his mouth, “hey—baby, beautiful I’m gonna need you to be still, yeah?” he says, and you nod, “yeah—okay, okay, I’ll be so still.” you practically shove his face between your legs again—like he belonged there, like he was a puzzle piece.

The following morning at your shoot, he had grabbed you coffee and watched you all day, change of outfits, makeup—everything. It was now your lunch break, “what is it that you want to eat?” You ask, no response, he’s typing hard on his phone. “Jermajesty.” You snap.

“Oh shit—y/n I’ve gotta run, there’s this really important thing that just came up and—“ you shake your head. “ah sure okay, go.”

bullshit.

You wandered off down the street into a small cafe, you’re seated, eyes scanning down the menu before you hear it, the cameras, clicking, flashing. Was the paparazzi here? You look outside the window and swore your life came to a complete halt. Jermajesty with some girl, hand in hand.

“What the fuck?” You whisper under your breath, you shouldn’t be feeling mad, angry or disappointed it’s not like you two were exclusive or anything, but just last night he did a damn good job on making you feel like the only girl in the world.

The waitress comes up, asking you what you wanted and you, you get up. “I’m sorry I changed my mind, my stomach.” You say the last part quiet. Stumbling out of the cafe, immediately calling for a taxi.

Your vision gets a bit blurry, but it’s not out of sadness more of confusion.

“I truly hate him with a passion.” You’re currently on the phone with your close friend yapping to her about jermajesty. “Babe I don’t know if it’s opposite day like everyday, because why did you even let him in last night?”

You let the face mask you have on completely absorb you before removing it, “mm, it was in the middle of the night bailey I wasn’t—I wasn’t thinking straight and he just sort of-“ she cuts you off, “a damn lie.” You snort, “whatever—I’m done with him, I swear.”

“Promise me y/n, I love you girl I can’t stand to see you hurt. You know that, right?” You smile to yourself, even your friends noticed how damaging he is to you. “I know, love you goodnight.”

“night y/n, love you back.” she kisses the speaker phone as the she hangs up.

It’s been a good three days now, you’ve had your fun, fun including clubbing, karaoke, spending more time around your friends and even being scouted for more shoots.

Your friends are currently over at your hotel, you guys are playing card games, devouring fruits and drinking wine, and that’s when the first three knocks hit, “uh what time is it?” bailey questions. “Way too late.” You snort. “I’m gonna tell them to go away hold on.”

well..

“oh hell no—“ you go to shut the door but his foot stops it. “please.” his voice is quiet and whiny, “let me in.” you shake your head, whispering. “my friends are over and—and fuck you, I don’t ever want to see you again.” He pulls you by the wrist outside, the door closing behind the two of you.

“Jer!”

“Y/n.” He teases.

You scoff, “why are you back? you’re gonna leave again, and I’m not dealing with that.” he shakes his head, you find out he’s only a few doors down from your hotel. “great.” you murmur.

He gently lies you down on the bed, climbing on top, his knee spreading your legs before slowly pressing himself in your spot. “mmh, jer I hate you.” he snorts, lowering his face into your neck leaving trails of kisses. “that’s fine with me.”

“Who was that girl?”

“It was for press it didn’t mean anything—“

You push him gently by the chest so you can see his face again, “bullshit.” he shrugs, “choose to believe what you want mama,” his breath trails down your body until he strips you of your robe. “Ah.”

“you’re always so fucking soaked,” he says, lowering his hard on into your entrance which it slides in smoothly, you release a moan.

“pretty sounds, wet soaked pussy—all of this for me.” he murmurs, picking up his pace, and you whine of pleasure, tears falling from your eyes. “right there—“ you moan, “y-yeah, mhm.”

after two rounds, you find yourself completely infatuated and wrapped around jermajesty’s waist. “My friends hate you.” He stifles a laugh. “Figured—they worried bout where you are?” You shake your head, “texted them.” He nods. “It really was just for press though.” You play along, “yeah and I’m in space right now.”

“Wow, after all these years you still got that smart ass mouth.”

Hai beautiful people, I heard you all were in absolute immediate need of more jermajesty and jaafar writers etc etc..don’t fret I’m here and I’m a WONDERFUL writer (years worth of wattpad) Anyways, blow up my inbox with ideas, I got all of you😩