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They were jokes at first until your mind planted a seed that sprouted into something else (Talks of cosmetic surgery)
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Everybody has an opinion on you. Most of them are inside jokes between you and some friends. Other times people mean it. You laugh it off and don't think about it for a while. That is until it sticks one random day.
You spent forever in front of a mirror to not looking at one at all. You'd get a burst of confidence and then out of the blue it would shut down. You'd make a simple face and think you were breathtaking and then you wouldn't the next time you saw yourself. You didn't know why however, you assumed you needed a change.
Anyone else would've tried a rack of other things before what you jumped to. Going to the spa was on that list however, you thought, why not change yourself exponentially? Cosmetic surgery. It would have quicker results in its own way. It was genius to you.
You started researching and planning. How much was rhinoplasty? Where was a good doctor? Forget good—amazing! How much would it be to stay after your surgery. All these thoughts ran through your head and of course it kept you busy. You being busy however, kept you away from your husband, Jaafar.
He would walk by a room you were cooped up in with your laptop and a notepad and think to himself, she's working. He would leave you to it until he caught you staring dead at yourself in the mirror. At first you were just staring with no expression. He didn't want to bother you so he didn't. The next time he saw you moving the skin on your face around. He was confused but he again, did not want to bother you.
Then it happened, "Honey, what's your opinion on my nose?" Your voice rang throughout the bedroom. Your body still standing in the mirror of the dresser.
He blinked a few times as his eyes found your figure. "I love your nose."
"My lips then." You replied. He tilted his head; he didn't take his eyes off of you.
"I love your lips too…" He trailed off trying to pin point where this was coming from.
Your lips press into a fine line; your hands find your hips. Your stare doesn't ease up from your figure in the mirror. "My teeth?"
"Are fine." He finished before standing up from the bed. His footsteps make their way behind you.
You're too focused on yourself to notice. Your eyes dart over your face. "My forehead?"
"Is perfect. I'd kiss it all day if I could." He tried to steer you away from the topic by saying something sweet; it didn't work.
You sighed through your nose. Something was amiss about you; you couldn't pin point it. "My hair maybe?"
"What's this about?" He finally asked breaking the creeping tension in the room.
Your arms drop to your sides before swiftly turning towards him. "I want cosmetic surgery."
He blinked at you before making a face filled with pure confusion. "I'm sorry?"
"You know…lip filler or even—I don't know rhinoplasty." You threw the idea out there as if you told him you wanted to go on vacation.
"I don't think I'm comprehending what you're saying." He tried to laugh it off because he must be hearing things.
"My lips could be bigger—no wait I mean I think I want them reshaped. Y'know?" You queried as you motioned towards your face.
He shook his head slowly. "I don't think I do, no."
You groaned. "Reshaped like maybe the corners or my top lip. I think I may want it pushed up a little or more pouty—"
"Wait, I don't understand why though." He interrupted causing you to look around like he was crazy.
"Why else? I need a change." You threw that out there but he knew there was something deeper.
"Is there…something else going on?" He queried as you side eyed him.
"No I just want something new." You told him once again.
Jaafar just eyed you as you faced the mirror once more. "How about a dog or shoes or anything else?" Your eyes narrowed at him.
Your index finger pointed to him through the mirror. "You're trying to change my mind."
He nodded like it was obvious. "Yes because I don't understand this thought process you have right now."
You pouted before sighing, finally giving in. "I don't know. I guess I don't like my face? I can't put it into words but I don't feel…right?"
You explained everything from beginning to end. You explained your moodiness and how fast your confidence would switch. You explained how different you felt in your head than out here. You really hoped you made sense to him because then this would be all for not. He listened intently without judgement or interruption.
"I think maybe you've listened to too many people about your appearance." He replied before holding up a single finger. "But I also think some days we need to put the phone down."
You listened as he talked to you. "You're beautiful, from your personality to your looks. I didn't marry you to pick you apart or watch someone else do it."
Your heart swelled. "I also don't want something to go wrong because you're doing this. I love that you've done research but anything could happen."
You nodded, understanding where he was coming from. It can be scary having someone do such a drastic surgery on you. You understood his fear but you honestly thought he would go with whatever you said because he supported you. This was a bit different. You just nodded once more.
"Okay. I did think you'd agree though." You added as he chuckled, holding you closer to him.
"I was going to but I don't want you to do it if it's for someone's satisfaction and not your own." He explained as you hugged him tight.
"What would I do without you?" You cooed as he smiled before kissing your temple.
"The same thing I'd do without you." He answered as you both let the silence fall over this particular moment.
Okay to be fair when I wrote this I was feeling a way but like what if someone else feels this way, y’know?
Lwk might still want it but I’m scared of needles…yikes
He vlogs your first day in set bsf!Tyriq x Actress!reader <3
The camera makes rustling sounds before it lifts up and shows Tyriq's smiling face. The background is dark as the flash blinds him. He sets up the camera somewhere it can see him clearly before he crouches down into frame. He flicks his wrist to check the time before taking a deep breath. "It is currently…five-thirty in the morning and I have my first day of shooting."
His smile radiant as he looked into the camera. "Um but I have to go get my co-star aka my best friend."
He sighed as he got up to grab his camera. He walked through his kitchen to get a snack and a bottle of water before you heard keys jingling. The video cuts to him in the car on his way to your place. Tyriq was excited for the first day of shooting. He was even more excited that you were both cast in the same movie.
When the camera turns back on, you could see him standing in front of your door. His fist was up as he was ready to knock. When you didn't answer he held his finger on the doorbell. He knew that would wake you up because if it was annoying enough you'd wake up. Boy was it annoying!
Your head popped up immediately. Your bonnet was in Timbuktu and the room was pitch black. You checked your phone to see it was almost six in the morning. Who the hell could be at your door like a maniac at five in the morning? You stomped out of your room and towards your front door.
When the door swung open, it was none other than Tyriq. His eyes widened at the sight of your tired figure. You glared at him as he smiled. "It's the first day of filming."
You scoffed into a whine. "We don't start til almost eight."
He pinched your nose, wiggling it from side to side. "And that's why you get an early start. Cmon."
He ushered you towards your bedroom. You brush your teeth as if you were getting ready for school all over again. You wanted to cry and crawl back into bed but you knew you had to go to work. It was that or get sued out of existence. That didn't sound too bad right now though.
"Done?" He called to you as you sluggishly walked out of the bathroom.
"I'm so tired." You groaned, crawling back under the blankets. "Five minutes."
Tyriq snatched the blanket off. "Absolutely not! Up!" He demanded making you thrash in annoyance.
When the camera picked back up, you were fully dressed. Tyriq rummaged through your closet for clothes that would get you through the drive. You glared at the camera as he smiled into it. You wanted to smack the camera out of his hands but decided against it. It wouldn't be polite.
"First day of filming!" He cheesed as you gave a fake smile before slouching in the seats of the car.
He laughed before focusing the camera on him. "We're going to get a pick me up and then we're heading to set."
The camera turned back on to you sipping your drink with a muffin in hand. He waved his drink in the camera. You looked brighter like this was all you needed right now. He knew you like the back of his hand. A treat always set you right.
Tyriq recorded different scenery as you made your way to work. He recorded you singing along to 'Get Down On It' by Kool & The Gang. The camera wobbles as you both dance to it. You take the camera recording him dance before he does the same in return. You both use to do this a lot when you were on the way somewhere.
The lot came into view as the camera rolled. "I'm nervous…" You murmured as the camera flipped to you. You side eye it before looking back at the lot.
"You'll do great and I'll be right by your side the whole time." He reassured you as you nodded.
The vlog was longer than the original plan but Tyriq didn't mind. He got moments no one else but you both would see. The day went by pretty fast with him there. You both had scenes together that you couldn't stop laughing through because Tyriq was trying to get those jitters out of you. Your first day of filming ended up being the best.
"That's day one!" The director yelled as everyone cheered and high fived each other.
"We're gonna get dinner so this is the end of the road for us too." Tyriq told the camera as it wobbled as he walked behind you.
The camera flips towards you as you give the camera two thumbs up. You fake scream in excitement as you skipped towards the car. "We'll catch you guys later."
"Bye!" You yelled from the car as he laughed.
I had this on my mind for a minute and it’s been lingering in my drafts for a while
synopsis: after months of trying to move on, one chaotic family gathering forces you and jermajesty to finally confront what neither of you wants to admit.
ᵎ!ᵎ fluff ⊹ angst(?) ⊹ your boyfriend being an asshole ⊹ black.ᐟ𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ⊹ toxic baby daddy.ᐟjermajesty
requested by annon.
A/N: this one is like really long
jovonnie had finally fallen asleep after spending most of the morning refusing to nap.
toys covered the living room floor.
a cartoon played quietly in the background.
and you were halfway through folding laundry when jermajesty walked through the front door without warning.
again.
he always did that.
“where’s my son?” jermajesty asked as he kicked the front door shut behind him and dropped his keys onto the kitchen counter.
“sleeping,” you answered as you continued folding one of jovonnie’s tiny shirts and deliberately kept your attention on the laundry basket.
“good,” jermajesty replied as he opened your refrigerator and immediately started searching through it.
your eye twitched.
slightly.
“why are you in my refrigerator?” you questioned as you looked up from the couch cushions and stared at him in disbelief.
“because i’m thirsty,” jermajesty answered as he grabbed a bottle of water and twisted the cap open without an ounce of shame.
“you don’t live here,” you reminded as you crossed your arms and watched him take a drink.
“i know,” jermajesty replied as he leaned against the counter and shrugged casually.
“then stop acting like you do,” you snapped as you threw a pair of socks into the laundry basket harder than necessary.
“what’s your problem today?” jermajesty asked as he lowered the water bottle and studied your face carefully.
that question should not have annoyed you as much as it did.
unfortunately, it did.
because it felt unfair.
because it felt oblivious.
because jermajesty somehow managed to create half your problems and then act confused when you finally reacted.
“my problem?” you repeated as you let out a short laugh and stood up from the couch.
“yeah,” jermajesty replied as he shifted his weight against the counter and folded his arms.
“you are my problem,” you admitted as you pointed directly at him and felt months of frustration begin rising to the surface.
the room went silent.
immediately.
jermajesty’s expression changed.
the casual confidence disappeared.
something more cautious took its place.
“what’s that supposed to mean?” jermajesty asked as he straightened slightly and lowered his arms.
“it means i’m tired,” you answered as you paced across the living room and dragged a hand through your hair.
“tired of what?” jermajesty questioned as he stepped away from the counter and followed you with his eyes.
“tired of whatever this is,” you replied as you gestured angrily between the two of you and felt your voice crack.
jermajesty opened his mouth.
then closed it again.
because he knew exactly what you meant.
“y/n—” jermajesty started as he rubbed the back of his neck and took a hesitant step forward.
“no,” you interrupted as you shook your head firmly and held up a hand.
he stopped moving.
“every single time i start moving on, you show up,” you continued as you looked directly at him and refused to look away.
“i come here to see my son,” jermajesty argued as frustration crept into his voice and his jaw tightened.
“and then you stay for four hours,” you pointed out as you crossed your arms tighter against your chest.
jermajesty didn’t answer.
because he couldn’t.
both of you knew he couldn’t.
“you don’t get to act like my boyfriend whenever it’s convenient and then disappear whenever things get difficult,” you confessed as tears threatened to gather in your eyes.
the words hung between you.
heavy.
painful.
honest.
“that’s not what i’m doing,” jermajesty replied as he looked down at the floor and shook his head.
“then what are you doing?” you asked as your voice softened and genuine confusion replaced some of the anger.
he looked up.
you looked back.
and neither of you had an answer.
because neither of you knew.
that was the problem.
you had spent years trying.
years loving each other.
years breaking up and getting back together.
years convincing yourselves that this time would be different.
it never was.
“we tried,” you said quietly as you lowered your gaze and wrapped your arms around yourself.
jermajesty’s shoulders slumped.
immediately.
“i know,” jermajesty admitted as he exhaled heavily and ran both hands over his face.
“we really tried,” you continued as you glanced toward the hallway where jovonnie slept peacefully.
“i know,” jermajesty repeated as he nodded slowly and stared at the floor.
“and it didn’t work,” you finished as your voice broke slightly despite your best efforts.
silence followed.
then another silence.
then one more.
until finally—
“what are you saying?” jermajesty asked as he lifted his head and searched your face carefully.
“i’m saying maybe it’s time for us to move on,” you answered as you swallowed hard and forced yourself to say the words.
for the first time all afternoon, jermajesty looked genuinely hurt.
not angry.
not irritated.
hurt.
like you’d physically hit him.
“you mean that?” jermajesty questioned as he stared at you and waited.
you hated how much the answer hurt.
“yeah,” you admitted as you nodded once and looked away before you could change your mind.
for a long moment, jermajesty said nothing.
then he grabbed his keys.
then he walked toward the front door.
then he stopped.
“i’ll pick jovonnie up saturday,” jermajesty said quietly as he stood with one hand on the doorknob and kept his back turned toward you.
“okay,” you replied as you wiped at your eyes and stared at the floor.
“okay,” jermajesty echoed as he opened the door and stepped outside.
and just like that—for the first time in years
he actually left.
˚˖𓍢ִ໋ 𐚁°
moving on turned out to be significantly harder than either of you expected.
at first, you convinced yourself it was working.
there were no surprise visits.
no random phone calls that somehow lasted three hours.
no arguments that turned into laughter.
no moments where you caught yourself believing things might be different this time.
there was just silence.
clean.
simple.
painful silence.
the kind that settled into your routine until you almost started getting used to it.
almost.
because every time jovonnie came back from spending time with his dad, something managed to ruin your progress.
sometimes it was a picture.
sometimes it was a story.
sometimes it was something as simple as your son mentioning jermajesty twenty times in a single afternoon.
“daddy said i run really really fast,” jovonnie announced proudly as he climbed onto your couch and nearly dropped a juice box onto the cushions.
“did he?” you asked as you looked up from your laptop and smiled softly.
“super fast,” jovonnie confirmed as he stretched his arms out dramatically and almost fell backward.
you laughed.
despite yourself.
because it sounded exactly like something jermajesty would say.
which was unfortunate.
because you were trying very hard not to think about him.
the same thing was happening on the other side.
according to jaafar.
and paris.
and basically everyone else.
jermajesty wasn’t moving on very well either.
unfortunately, he was trying.
which somehow made everything worse.
“you’re dating?” paris asked as she nearly choked on her drink during lunch one afternoon and stared at you in disbelief.
“it’s not serious,” you answered as you picked at your fries and deliberately avoided eye contact.
“that’s not what i asked,” paris pointed out as she narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
“yes,” you admitted as you sighed heavily and leaned back in your chair.
paris immediately groaned.
“this is gonna end badly,” paris predicted as she rubbed her forehead and looked toward the ceiling.
“thanks for the support,” you replied as you rolled your eyes.
“i’m serious,” paris argued as she pointed directly at you across the table.
“he’s nice,” you insisted as you crossed your arms defensively.
“that’s not the issue.”
“then what’s the issue?”
paris stared.
just stared.
which annoyed you.
because you already knew exactly what she was thinking.
“don’t,” you warned as you pointed a fry in her direction.
“you still love jermajesty,” paris stated as she folded her arms and sat back in her chair.
“that’s not the point.”
“notice how you didn’t deny it.”
you immediately hated her.
just a little.
mostly because she was right.
weeks later, family day arrived.
normally, those events were chaotic.
today felt worse.
the entire jackson family had gathered at one of the larger family properties.
music played through outdoor speakers.
kids ran across the backyard.
food covered nearly every table.
everywhere you looked somebody was laughing.
talking.
arguing.
taking pictures.
jaafar was attempting to teach jovonnie how to throw a football.
prince was filming the entire thing.
bigi was laughing so hard he could barely hold his phone straight.
for a little while, you managed to relax.
then a black suv pulled into the driveway.
and your stomach immediately dropped.
because deep down—
you already knew.
the driver’s side door opened first.
jermajesty stepped out.
your heart betrayed you instantly.
then the passenger door opened.
and everything became worse.
much worse.
she was beautiful.
ridiculously beautiful.
long blonde hair.
perfect makeup.
designer sunglasses.
expensive clothes.
the kind of woman who looked like she belonged on magazine covers.
the complete opposite of you.
which made your stomach twist immediately.
“oh no,” paris muttered as she appeared beside you and followed your line of sight.
“don’t.”
“i didn’t even say anything.”
“you were about to.”
“yeah,” paris admitted as she winced dramatically.
you looked away.
immediately.
because staring wasn’t going to help.
unfortunately, that became impossible the second they reached the backyard.
the woman—ava, apparently—had absolutely no concept of personal space.
or maybe she did.
maybe she just didn’t care.
because the second she sat down, she practically attached herself to jermajesty’s side.
every conversation involved touching him.
every laugh involved touching him.
every sentence involved touching him.
you hated it.
deeply.
irrationally.
completely.
which only got worse when you noticed jermajesty didn’t seem particularly interested.
“baby, sit closer,” ava requested as she wrapped both hands around his arm and tugged him toward her.
“i’m fine here,” jermajesty replied as he gently pulled his arm free and reached for his drink instead.
“you’re so mean,” ava complained as she pouted dramatically and leaned against his shoulder anyway.
jermajesty looked exhausted.
which should not have made you feel better.
and yet.
somehow.
it did.
hours passed.
every time you tried convincing yourself you didn’t care, ava did something else.
she sat in his lap.
you wanted to scream.
she played with his chain.
you wanted to leave.
she kept calling him baby every five seconds.
you wanted to fight somebody.
probably yourself.
because none of this should have mattered.
he wasn’t your boyfriend.
he wasn’t even your ex-boyfriend anymore.
not really.
the two of you had agreed to move on.
so why did it feel so awful watching him do exactly that?
“mommy.”
jovonnie’s voice snapped you back to reality.
you immediately looked down.
“yeah, baby?” you asked as you crouched beside him and fixed the collar of his shirt.
“why are you sad?” jovonnie questioned as he tilted his head and studied your face carefully.
your heart cracked.
immediately.
because children noticed everything.
“i’m not sad,” you answered as you brushed a hand through his curls and forced a smile.
jovonnie looked unconvinced.
exactly like his father.
which was unfortunate.
very unfortunate.
because you were already struggling enough.
across the yard, jermajesty happened to look over.
his eyes immediately landed on you.
then jovonnie.
then back on you.
something shifted in his expression.
concern.
familiar concern.
the kind you’d spent years pretending didn’t affect you.
and for a brief second, before ava grabbed his arm again—
it felt exactly like old times.
which was the problem.
because old times were never really gone.
they were just waiting.
waiting for one of you to stop pretending first.
˚˖𓍢ִ໋ 𐚁°
if there was one thing worse than watching ava hang all over jermajesty for three straight hours, it was the realization that your own boyfriend was running late.
very late.
late enough that multiple people had already asked where he was.
late enough that even paris had started making comments.
late enough that you were beginning to regret inviting him at all.
the relationship wasn’t terrible.
that was the problem.
it wasn’t terrible.
it just wasn’t right.
he was nice enough.
funny enough.
attractive enough.
everything about him was technically fine.
but every conversation felt like work.
every date felt scheduled.
every compliment felt rehearsed.
and no matter how hard you tried to ignore it, there was always a comparison sitting in the back of your mind.
a comparison that wasn’t fair to anyone involved.
especially him.
your phone buzzed.
you looked down immediately.
running late.
be there soon.
you stared at the message.
then sighed.
then locked your phone again.
“still not here?” paris questioned as she dropped into the chair beside you and stole one of your fries.
“apparently not,” you answered as you watched jovonnie run across the yard with prince chasing after him.
paris followed your gaze.
then glanced toward jermajesty.
then looked back at you.
you immediately pointed a finger at her.
“don’t.”
“i literally didn’t say anything.”
“your face said enough.”
paris laughed.
because she knew you were right.
before either of you could continue, a familiar voice echoed from the front of the property.
“baby!”
you closed your eyes.
immediately.
because somehow he always managed to be loud.
very loud.
several heads turned.
including jermajesty’s.
your boyfriend finally appeared carrying a gift bag in one hand and sunglasses in the other.
he immediately wrapped an arm around your shoulders.
a little too tightly.
a little too possessively.
“there she is,” he announced as he kissed your cheek and looked around the yard.
you forced a smile.
“you’re late,” you pointed out as you adjusted the sleeve of your shirt.
“traffic was crazy,” he replied as he shrugged casually and looked completely unbothered.
paris immediately stood.
“i’m leaving before something happens,” paris announced as she grabbed her drink and walked away.
you frowned.
“what does that mean?” you called after her.
“you’ll see,” paris replied as she pointed vaguely toward the yard and kept walking.
you didn’t like that answer.
not even a little.
for a while things remained okay.
awkward.
but okay.
your boyfriend introduced himself to people he hadn’t met.
talked to some of the family members.
played with jovonnie for a few minutes.
everything seemed manageable.
then he noticed jermajesty.
which immediately became a problem.
because jermajesty had wandered over to help jovonnie build something near one of the picnic tables.
because jovonnie adored his father.
because jermajesty was being a good dad.
and because your boyfriend apparently interpreted that as a competition.
“that’s him?” your boyfriend questioned as he watched jermajesty from across the yard.
you already disliked his tone.
“that’s jovonnie’s dad,” you answered carefully as you folded your arms.
“he keeps looking over here.”
you sighed.
he wasn’t.
or at least not intentionally.
“he’s watching his son,” you explained as patiently as possible.
your boyfriend laughed.
a short.
dismissive laugh.
one that immediately irritated you.
“right.”
you stared.
“what is that supposed to mean?” you questioned as your eyebrows pulled together.
“nothing,” your boyfriend replied as he lifted both hands innocently.
it absolutely wasn’t nothing.
you knew it.
he knew it.
everybody knew it.
the situation somehow got worse twenty minutes later.
jovonnie had managed to convince jermajesty to push him on a swing.
which meant jermajesty was currently standing near the playground area.
which meant your boyfriend somehow decided that was the perfect time to approach him.
you noticed immediately.
so did jaafar.
so did prince.
so did basically everyone.
because suddenly the entire family seemed interested in whatever was happening.
“oh brother,” jaafar muttered as he lowered his drink and watched the scene unfold.
“should we stop this?” bigi questioned as he glanced between everyone nervously.
“give it thirty seconds,” prince replied as he immediately pulled out his phone.
“why are you recording?” royal asked as he looked at prince in disbelief.
“for historical purposes.”
“you’re terrible.”
“thank you.”
meanwhile, across the yard—
your boyfriend had already reached jermajesty.
“what’s up?” your boyfriend greeted as he shoved both hands into his pockets and stood beside the swing set.
jermajesty glanced up.
immediately.
“what’s good?” jermajesty replied as he continued pushing jovonnie gently.
for a moment everything seemed fine.
then—
“heard a lot about you.”
there it was.
the tone.
jermajesty’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“that so?” jermajesty questioned as he finally stopped the swing and looked directly at him.
“yeah.”
“hopefully good things.”
your boyfriend laughed again.
that same laugh.
that same annoying laugh.
the one that sounded like he thought he was winning an argument nobody else knew was happening.
“depends who you ask.”
across the yard, you immediately stood.
because absolutely not.
“oh my god,” paris whispered as she reappeared beside you out of nowhere.
“i’m gonna kill him.”
“which one?”
“both.”
paris nodded.
fair.
back at the swing set, jermajesty’s patience was visibly disappearing.
“you got something to say?” jermajesty questioned as he folded his arms and stepped away from the swing.
your boyfriend shrugged.
“just seems like you’re around a lot for an ex.”
the entire backyard went silent.
completely silent.
even the music somehow felt quieter.
jermajesty’s jaw tightened.
immediately.
“i’m around because my son lives here.”
“sure.”
“what’s that supposed to mean?” jermajesty questioned as he took another step forward.
“means i know what it looks like.”
you started walking.
fast.
very fast.
because there was absolutely no way this conversation was ending well.
“what exactly does it look like?” jermajesty asked as he laughed once and shook his head.
“looks like you can’t let go.”
bad.
very bad.
horrible actually.
because suddenly every jackson family member looked ready to intervene.
even worse—
the statement wasn’t entirely wrong.
which somehow made everything more uncomfortable.
jermajesty’s eyes immediately found yours across the yard.
just for a second.
just long enough.
then he looked back at your boyfriend.
“you don’t know what you’re talking about,” jermajesty replied as his voice dropped noticeably lower.
“i know enough.”
“and i know you’re standing in front of my son acting stupid.”
jovonnie looked between them.
confused.
which was enough.
immediately enough.
because jermajesty’s expression changed the second he noticed his son watching.
the anger disappeared.
not completely.
but enough.
he stepped back.
looked down at jovonnie.
then shook his head.
“i’m not doing this,” jermajesty stated as he turned away and picked his son up instead.
your boyfriend laughed.
again.
mistake.
huge mistake.
because this time even you were annoyed.
deeply annoyed.
and judging by the look on jaafar’s face—
you weren’t the only one.
something was about to happen.
and you had a terrible feeling it was only the beginning.
˚˖𓍢ִ໋ 𐚁°
the second jermajesty walked away with jovonnie in his arms, you felt every muscle in your body tense.
because you knew him.
better than anyone.
better than ava.
better than your boyfriend.
better than half the people standing in the yard.
and the thing about jermajesty was that the quiet version was always more dangerous than the loud version.
if he was yelling, you knew exactly what he was thinking.
if he was calm, somebody needed to start worrying.
preferably immediately.
“what was that?” you questioned as you turned toward your boyfriend and stared at him in disbelief.
your boyfriend shrugged.
completely unapologetic.
“what?” he asked as he looked around innocently.
“don’t do that,” you warned as you crossed your arms and lowered your voice.
“do what?” your boyfriend questioned as he rolled his eyes.
“start problems.”
“i didn’t start anything.”
you laughed.
once.
disbelievingly.
because that answer was ridiculous.
“you literally walked over there looking for an argument,” you pointed out as you gestured toward the swing set where the entire interaction had happened.
“i asked a question.”
“you knew exactly what you were doing.”
your boyfriend’s expression immediately changed.
not angry.
annoyed.
which somehow made everything worse.
“why are you defending him?” your boyfriend questioned as he folded his arms.
you froze.
slightly.
because that wasn’t the point.
or at least it wasn’t supposed to be.
“i’m not defending him,” you answered as you rubbed your forehead and exhaled heavily.
“looks like it.”
“he’s the father of my child.”
“he’s also your ex.”
there it was.
the real issue.
finally.
your boyfriend wasn’t angry about jermajesty.
he was threatened by him.
which honestly wasn’t surprising.
because everybody seemed threatened by jermajesty eventually.
mostly because nobody ever figured out where they stood with him.
you included.
“what are you trying to say?” you questioned as your eyebrows pulled together.
your boyfriend hesitated.
then made a mistake.
a massive mistake.
“i’m saying maybe he should learn some boundaries.”
you immediately looked away.
not because you agreed.
because you knew exactly who had heard that.
jermajesty.
of course.
somewhere behind you, silence settled.
the bad kind.
the kind that made entire conversations stop.
the kind that made people suddenly become interested in absolutely anything else.
you closed your eyes.
slowly.
“oh no,” paris whispered from somewhere nearby.
“why do you sound excited?” royal questioned as he looked at her suspiciously.
“because i’ve been waiting all afternoon.”
“that’s insane.”
“thank you.”
you turned around.
jermajesty was standing there.
jovonnie balanced comfortably on his hip.
his expression unreadable.
which somehow felt worse than anger.
much worse.
“you got a problem with me being around my son?” jermajesty questioned as he looked directly at your boyfriend.
your boyfriend immediately straightened.
because apparently common sense had left the building.
“No,” your boyfriend answered as he lifted his chin slightly.
“good,” jermajesty replied as he adjusted jovonnie against his side.
“but—”
and there it was.
the word that ruined everything.
but.
you wanted to scream.
“but i think there’s a difference between being around your son and being around y/n every second.”
the backyard collectively stopped breathing.
you were pretty sure even the birds got quiet.
jaafar immediately covered his face, prince looked thrilled, and randy looked exhausted.
paris looked like she was watching her favorite television show.
“please stop talking,” you begged as you rubbed both hands over your face.
nobody listened.
of course.
because that would’ve been too easy.
jermajesty’s eyes shifted toward you briefly.
just briefly.
then returned to your boyfriend.
“you think i’m here because of y/n?” jermajesty questioned as a humorless laugh escaped him.
“i think everybody can see it.”
your stomach dropped.
because suddenly nobody was looking at your boyfriend anymore.
they were looking at jermajesty.
waiting.
watching.
expecting.
and for the first time all day—
he didn’t immediately deny it.
that should’ve been your first clue.
instead, he just stared.
which somehow told you everything.
ava noticed too.
you could tell.
because her smile disappeared instantly.
completely.
“jer?” ava questioned as she stepped closer and touched his arm gently.
jermajesty didn’t react.
not really.
which was another clue.
a very bad clue.
your boyfriend noticed.
everyone noticed.
“see?” your boyfriend asked as he laughed.
that laugh.
again.
always that laugh.
you officially hated it.
“okay, that’s enough,” jaafar announced as he finally stood from his chair and started walking over.
“seriously,” randy agreed as he followed behind him.
“y’all are doing this in front of the baby.”
that part finally seemed to register.
because jovonnie looked confused.
very confused.
his tiny arms wrapped around jermajesty’s neck.
his little face moving between everyone.
trying to understand.
and suddenly the entire situation felt stupid.
all of it.
every bit.
“can everybody stop?” you asked as your voice cracked unexpectedly.
immediately.
every head turned toward you.
you hated that.
especially because tears were already threatening to form.
which was embarrassing.
very embarrassing.
“i’m serious,” you continued as you shook your head and looked away. “just stop.”
silence.
then more silence.
then:
“mommy?”
jovonnie’s voice.
small.
confused.
worried.
that did it.
completely.
you turned away before anyone could see your face.
and started walking.
fast.
toward the back of the property.
toward the lake.
toward literally anywhere else.
you heard somebody call your name.
then somebody else.
then another voice.
you ignored all of them.
until…
“y/n.”
that one stopped you.
because it was him.
of course it was him.
jermajesty.
you turned around.
he was alone.
no jovonnie.
no ava.
no crowd.
just him.
for the first time all day.
“what?” you asked as you wiped quickly at your eyes and immediately looked away.
jermajesty exhaled heavily.
then ran a hand over his face.
then laughed once.
the tired kind.
the defeated kind.
the kind you knew too well.
“i’m tired,” jermajesty admitted as he stared out at the water instead of looking at you.
your chest tightened immediately.
because you knew exactly what he meant.
you were tired too.
very tired.
“me too,” you answered quietly as you stepped closer.
for a moment neither of you spoke.
the distance between you suddenly felt very small.
dangerously small.
then jermajesty finally looked at you.
really looked at you.
and the expression on his face made your heart hurt.
because it looked exactly how you felt.
miserable.
in love.
and completely stuck.
“i hate seeing you with him,” jermajesty confessed as he shook his head and laughed bitterly.
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Your label doesn’t want you two together causing Michael to become insecure in your relationship and it leads to you making this song for him! Michael x Whitney Houston!Reader
"Nobody thinks negatively about our relationship." You explained as you followed behind the frantic man.
"They do! I've heard it, countless times!" He expressed with his hands in his hair.
You knew he was on the verge of crying. Michael rarely got this way and when he did it wracked through him. You tried to get through to him but to no avail. The evil words of others got to him the more he listened. It brought tension into your relationship.
"Michael, they do not. Those people are close to press. They want to see you break!" You tried to tell him but he was stuck in his own mind.
"What if they're right?" He mumbled his hands finally lowering.
A pause, stunned by his words. "What?"
"What if I'm not good enough for you? What if we're not meant to be?" He mumbled as his energy died down.
You grasp his shoulder. "Michael that's not true. If you weren't good enough for me then I wouldn't have chose you!"
Michael stared off as he thought to himself. Your arms wrapped around his torso tightly; his heart beat loud as you lay against his back. You wish there was something you could do to steer him away from these dark thoughts. You hated those idiots who ran the tabloids, planting seeds in his mind constantly. They had gone to far interfering with your relationship.
"Michael I would never in a million years choose anyone else to be with other than you." You explained as he looked over at you with watery eyes.
He chuckled sadly. "Yeah but our labels are saying something else."
You felt your heart drop at his words. It was true people didn't want you both together. Your label said it would be horrible for your image if you got with Michael. They tried countless times to set you up with other stars to which you declined. This caused you and Michael to marry privately because while they do have you under lock and key; there's nothing they can do about legal binding like that.
Michael's label told him how to eat, sleep, and breathe. You often wondered how long you both would have to keep your relationship a secret. When a picture of you two shopping got out, you got your answer. Michael came home drained that day. All you could do was hold him tight throughout the night.
Both of your labels worked hard to keep you both apart. There were ultimatums, contracts, PR, the list goes on. You knew it was breaking Michael down. Michael hated keeping your relationship a secret. He nearly lost everything trying to go again them.
You sighed sadly as you held him tighter. You could feel him weaken as he listened to you speak. "I married you. Do you understand?" He nodded.
"I just wish they would leave us alone." He whispered as he cried into you.
You rubbed his back slowly. "I know, baby."
That night Michael was distraught. He cried until he couldn't anymore. You didn't know who crept under his skin but you were sure to find out. This was your relationship not theirs! Who were they to question how much you loved him?
Who were they to say you didn't love him? Who told them they ran anything in your life? It grinded your gears hearing people talk about your husband negatively anyway. You had to think of a way, any way to make him feel better. You wanted him to know that he is the only one you want in this life and the next.
You kissed his forehead before going to the study to write. You ran through dozens of lyrics. You didn't know how to put what you felt on paper. Your head began to hurt trying so hard to push this out. It usually came to you but this time it wouldn't, not if you forced it.
"I can't give up." You whispered.
You worked tirelessly for hours before it finally clicked for you. Michael was your heart, your everything. He saw through you on your toughest days. When you had your guard up around them he fought to break them down. He knew he wanted you and only you.
"I don't wanna have to go where you don't follow." You whispered to yourself as the melody kept playing in your head.
Your writing grew quicker as you wrote down what came to mind. Memories of you both throughout the years helped your progress. You always knew Michael for his passion and he put that towards your friendship and relationship. You had to return the feeling because you wanted him to know just how much you loved him.
While Michael slept you kept working. It took a while but you felt the flow of the music within you. You quickly gathered what you had and went to the studio. You had a plan for your upcoming event. Your label wouldn't be able to interfere.
"No, run it again." You said as your finger twirled. The producer nodded before starting the melody over again.
You took a deep breath before singing. Everything comes to you at once. Your feelings for Michael along with the memories you shared with him. Your voice was strong and carried each note beautifully. The producer watched you intensely, trying to see if he needed to add any input.
Take my love, I'll never ask for too much
Just all that you are, and everything that you do
Michael spotted you from across the room. Your smile was something to die for. His heart swelled as you laughed with other artists. He had to talk to you and he wouldn't leave without doing so. He inched closer and closer until he was talking to a colleague right next to you.
Little did Michael know, you were buzzing to talk to him. Your nerves were high the closer he got to you. When you both turned around you nearly knocked champagne on each other. You both laughed before talking to each other. It felt like you had known each other forever.
That's when Michael knew he liked you.
I won't hold it back again, this passion inside
Can't run from myself, there's nowhere to hide
Today was the day you'd tell Michael how you felt about him. You were always so closed up in yourself. You were too scared to tell him in fear of being rejected. He was an amazing man and you found yourself thinking about him often. More often than you'd like to admit.
"Michael, can we talk?" You asked as you played with your own fingers.
"Of course." He replied before walking next to you.
You took multiple deep breaths before blurting out the words. "I like you."
"I like you too but you know that." He chuckled but his own heart was beating rapidly. He didn't want to misunderstand the situation.
You huffed, planting your feet in their spot. "No like, I really like you as in I can't stop thinking about you."
His eyebrows raised. "It sounds crazy but feel free to tell me if you're uncomfortable."
Michael chuckled at how shy you were but thought it was funnier how you assumed he'd reject you. "You haven't noticed have you?"
You look at him in confusion. "Noticed what?" Your hand placed on your hip.
"I've liked you since the day I first saw you." He smiled as he caressed your cheek.
"Are you serious?" You gasped but your eyes never leave his.
He nodded slowly. "Very serious."
That was the start of your relationship.
But don't make me close one more door
I don't wanna hurt anymore
Both of you agreed to keep things on the down low. You didn't want anyone to ruin the time you spent together. You had careers and images to uphold, though Michael would leave all that behind if it meant he got to love you out loud. You didn't want him to give up something he loved and worked so hard for; it was initially you who came up with the idea. You didn't want to take any risks, not yet anyway.
Stay in my arms if you dare
Must I imagine you there
Michael was sick of being a secret, sick of people trying to take you away from him. He wanted to love you out loud for everyone to see but you were thinking about the repercussions. Michael didn't want to hear that anymore. He was sick of others thinking they could have you. He was sure damn sick of your label trying to play matchmaker too.
"Michael, I know it's hard but it's only—"
"Until when? I've been more than patient, trust me I have but I can't keep going on like this." His voice pleading as he clutched your hands in his.
Your eyes squinted. "What are you saying?"
"This relationship needs a change. I don't ever want to hide who I love from the world." His eyes watered as you looked at him like you were begging for a lost love. You shook your head softly.
"You're not hiding me, Michael." You whispered trying to hold back the lump in your throat.
His eyes don't waver. "But that's what it feels like."
After that you and Michael took a break from each other. Remembering this brought tears to your eyes. You put your heart into this song. This was for everything you had been through from the start to right now. You had to show him that you cared about him and weren't afraid to be with him.
Don't walk away from me
I have nothing
Nothing
NOTHING
If I don't have you
You watched Michael walk away from you countless times but nothing hurt more than right then. You both had went your separate ways for weeks. You honestly contemplated letting him go fully when you saw him smiling on stage to accept an award. You knew you were holding him back from someone better; someone who would appreciate and love him out loud without their life being on the line. You had finally decided this was the right thing to do.
Will our memories survive?
One I can hold onto
"Pardon?" Michael was more distraught than confused. His head moved forward, his curls falling. Maybe he heard you wrong.
"It's best if we go our separate ways." You repeated as you held your award close to your chest.
"That's not what I want…" He told you as he stepped closer but you stepped away.
"But it's what you need, Michael. I can't provide you the life you're wishing for." Your voice was shaky as you gripped your award.
Michael's eyes wavered as the reality of the situation set in. You were breaking up with him. You were leaving him all alone. Was breaking up really solving anything? Would this help either of you in the long run?
"You don't know that! You're making this decision all on your own." He expressed as his hands spread out.
"I don't want to fight. This was all some kind of mistake…we're better off—"
"Don't tell me how to feel!" His voice raised as you froze.
He huffed, moving his curls away. "Don't tell me that this wouldn't work. Don't try to drop everything we've built together over some people who think they can control our lives." He spoke softly as he stepped closer to you.
You stepped back but this time, he didn't stop walking. He wasn't planning on letting you go. He wasn't planning on finding someone else because he knew you made his heart race. You loved him and saw him for who he was. No one else—you.
"I didn't create space because I didn't want to be with you. I created space so we could find a way around them and I apologize for not communicating that to you but—" He sucked in a large amount of air. "Don't throw this away."
You stared at him feeling like you could finally breathe. Michael expressed his feelings to you when you thought everything was over. You were ready to do whatever your label asked you to. You were willing to throw your happiness away if it meant he would be happy. You could feel a lump in your throat form.
Michael pulled you into his chest as you cried. "Don't say anything like that again." He mumbled as he kissed the crown of your head.
Deciding to stay together was the easy part. The hard part was yet to come.
Your love
I'll remember
Forever
You both kept the relationship a secret long enough. Michael couldn't take it anymore, he wanted you in every way possible. He proposed to you on the ranch, away from the public eye. He made it as romantic as possible in hopes of you saying yes. How could you possibly say no to a man like this?
You jumped on him before he could get up. You both rolled on the grass, filling the space up with laughter. You kissed him multiple times as you repeatedly said yes. He smiled brightly as he held you tight, not wanting to let you go. This was the happiest he had been in a long time. You laid on top of him as both your laughter died down.
"I love you." He whispered softly as your eyes watered.
Your hands hold his cheeks as you bring him closer. "I love you."
You both shared a passionate kiss on the soft grass. A memory etched into your minds for the rest of your days. A memory that made all of it worth it. You'd do it countless times if that meant you would get to marry him in the end. "Let's get married. Away from all this."
His suggestion made your eyebrows rise in shock. "Really? You want that?"
"I want anything if it has to do with you." You rolled your eyes before playfully hitting his chest.
"Sappy." You joked as he smiled. "Only if it's for you." He replied.
Your nose crinkled as you think about a secret wedding. "You know what? Yeah, let's do it."
His eyes widened as he stared at you. He propped himself up on his elbows. "You're serious?" You nodded.
"You really want to do this?" He asked for more clarification.
You shrugged as you traced a pattern on his button up. "As long as I'm with you I'm happy. They don't need to see everything right?"
He hugged you tight basking in the moment. "I'll make this the best wedding you'll ever have."
"Michael, this is going to be the only wedding I'll ever have." You told him but it only made him smile harder.
Don't walk away from me
I have nothing
NOTHING
The day of your wedding arrived and you were a nervous wreck. You didn't go to the courthouse but had the wedding on an extremely private property. One that you owned but didn't really use. Your mother tried to console you as you paced your dressing room. You were nearly hyperventilating as you wiped your sweaty hands on your dress.
"Baby, you're gonna give yourself a heart attack or something. Sit down." Your mama said with worry in her voice. Her hand outstretched towards you.
"I can't mama!" You threw your hands out in frustration. "What if he decides he doesn't love me anymore?"
She looked at you funny. "What if he realizes I'm not good enough for him? I can't stop my label or his from doing something!" You panicked.
She cut her eyes as she looked elsewhere. Your mother met Michael a handful of times and each time he's been smitten with you. Your mama has seen him look for you in a crowd of people that were only looking at him. She was honestly surprised when he told her about wanting to marry you. Hell, she's been more surprised that you both didn't do this sooner.
"Child, he's been smitten with you since he met you." She waved you off as your jaw dropped.
"Mama!" You exclaimed as she shook her head.
"I'm serious! He has loved you through all of this. It would be idiotic to do all this and say no after all this back and forth." She rolled her eyes at you making you sigh.
Your mother ended up going to find Michael. When he heard how worried you were, he got worried. He jogged over to the door that held you behind it. A soft knock sounded making you whip your head towards it. Your hand held the knob, ready to open it.
"Don't open it. It's me." His voice sounded through the door.
"Still superstitious I see." You laughed as you tried to stop yourself from crying in a panic.
He hummed. "Why're you crying, mama?"
You bit your lip nervously. "I'm scared, Michael. I'm scared we're being hasty and then you'll realize you don't love me like you say you do."
Michael rolled his eyes. "Do you love me?"
Your eyebrows scrunched. "Of course I do."
He laughed. "Then that's all I need."
Your heart rate eased slightly. He was still your loving fiancé. Always trying to find ways to ease the situation. Always trying to calm you down. This is the kind of man you wanted to marry. Forget what everyone else has said, he's yours.
"I love you." You mumbled against the door.
He smiled before replying. "Then marry me."
The wedding went off without a hitch. You were now Mrs. Jackson. You both couldn't believe you did this behind closed doors. No paparazzi, no media, just you him and select family members. You were beyond happy.
You took your headphones off and wiped your eyes. The producer looked at you with his thumbs up. You sighed happily knowing this would save your marriage. This would fix everything because you wouldn't lose your husband twice.
The song was finished and you'd be set to perform it at the awards ceremony. Your manager specifically wanted you to sing, 'I Wanna Dance with Somebody'. It would be great for everyone to see how happy go lucky you are but you couldn't do it. You couldn't in good conscience sing about that when something deeper was happening in your life. It was now or never.
"Don't forget to smile." Your manager told you. You wanted to roll your eyes.
"I never do." You mumbled as you shook off your nerves.
Usually you'd talk to Michael to help with your nerves but not this time. Your singing had to be raw with emotion. If you were nervous, scared, all of it had to be seen. After today everything you kept a secret would be for the world to pick at. Eyes were on you tonight.
You were introduced as you walked through with your arms up, waving at everyone. You blew kisses to everyone as you made your way to the mic. Everyone cheered loving your appearance. Little did they know your heart was beating as if it would run out of your chest. You hoped that this could change everything.
You turned to the DJ and pointed. The piano began playing, your manager's eyebrows furrowed. You licked your lips as your eyes darted around the crowd for Michael. You didn't show up at the same time so you had no idea where he was sitting. Your eyes locked onto his as he watched with his sunglasses on.
"This is for someone very important to me." You said shakily into the microphone.
Everyone clapped and smiled. They had no idea who this song could be for. You were very private in their eyes. No lover, no other friends.Everyone was completely out of the loop. Exactly as you liked it.
"He's been my rock for a very long time and I hope this proves how much I love—" You froze as his eyes bore into yours.
You weren't the best at speeches sometimes but seeing how he looked tonight did something to you. This would make or break your marriage. You knew it and he knew it. Maybe he didn't but it meant more to you than anything. He was worth everything and then some.
"Listen, I've been married for a while now and this song is for my husband." Everyone mumbled amongst themselves.
Your manager tried to get them to cut the song but this was your show—your moment. Michael watched you with wide eyes. Were you really doing this? Were you serious about coming out like this? How would you both deal with the repercussions. He honestly didn't care about them either.
His smile grew as the instrumental kept playing. You locked eyes with him as you blew him a quick kiss. Your mouth opened before you started singing to mouth a quick 'I love you'. You started off soft and slow as the music flowed throughout the building. Michael's eyes didn't leave your figure as you stood behind the microphone.
The tempo picked up as you sang. Michael didn't blink nor did he move. Everyone wondered who the mystery man was that you dedicated this song to. The thought of you secretly getting married shook the room. Little did they know the two biggest stars became one.
"Don't—make—me—close one more door!" You belted as your hand outstretched towards Michael. His eyes began to water as he watched how passionately you sang.
Michael got up out of his seat and clapped loudly for you. He was the loudest in the room in fact. His sunglasses blocked most of his emotions but you knew your husband and you knew that you did the right thing. Michael made his way on stage while you were waving at everyone who cheered for you. Michael stepped up each step with poise before he stood in front of you.
You smiled at him as he did the same. You could see his nose was a little red as you giggled. You held him by his elbows as he whispered in your ear, "Are you sure?" You smiled widely before facing him.
"Do you love me?" You asked him as he looked at you—dumbfounded."
"Of course I do." He replied as you kissed his cheek. "Then that's all I need."
He laughed softly before pulling you into him. You held the mic up to your mouth, ready to announce the biggest news of your career. "Everyone meet the love of my life!" You shouted into the mic.
Was management angry? Of course they were! You're married to an extremely influential man. They could use this but you won't let them. This was purely love not a business transaction. You loved Michael for all that he is and he loved you just the same.
It was you and Michael against the world and nothing could change that.
Did this sound cheesy? Anyway been working on this for over a month 😩 I love, love what can I say?
You both make it out the villa only to return for the reunion
The rest of the season went as expected. Bombshells, drama, movie night and most importantly, casa amor. Your relationship was tested in many ways and each way showed how strong you both were together. The bombshells came in and immediately went for Jaafar and Koa. Jaafar already knew they came in to step on toes but he refused to let them step on yours. Koa on the other hand didn't care about his connection with Bliss enough to not further explore.
At first there were two boys, Jude and Eric. Jude's twenty-six and worked construction. He was most interested in Eva but she was still stuck on Micah. They both explored but it didn't work out because they both fit each others party animal personalities. Eric put the moves on Wyn and she loved it.
There were then two girls who came in, Jess and Lulu. Lulu had her heart set on Jaafar and tried to step in between your couple many times. She would pull Jaafar for chats so many times you'd think they were a couple. Jaafar, being nice, told her about the boys who were uncertain in their couples so she could go after them, however she only wanted Jaafar. She made it so hard for you and granted that's her job, you didn't like it.
Lulu sprayed perfume all on his things so he would smell like her. It made you upset that she was going this hard. You told Jasmin that she was doing the absolute most to get his attention. She told you don't stress because he's not giving her the time of day. You let it go after that but Lulu began making snide remarks towards you.
"I just think he could do better than you." She argued as you both sat around the fire pit to see who should be dumped.
"Your snide comment wasn't needed though!" You snapped back as Jaafar rubbed your back.
"I can say what I want. Freedom of speech!" She snapped back at you.
"Girl that's not—okay! Get this girl out my face for real." You were irritated but Jaafar whispered into your ear to calm you down as he held you close.
Jess was stepping on Jasmin's toes trying to get to Milo. The harder Jess tried the harder Milo pushed away. He lived for Jasmin's nonchalant demeanor. Jasmin didn't chase Leo like he was use to; he did the chasing. Jess even broke some kind of secret rule and made him breakfast.
"Who made you that?" Jasmin asked Leo as he was holding the plate.
"Jess—"
"So not me?" She queried as she pointed to herself. He shook his head to confirm it wasn't her who made him breakfast. "Right, right."
She took his plate and dumped it in the trash. She made sure she made eye contact with Jess as she did so. If she wanted to take her man, she would have to try harder. You watched as Jasmin blocked every shot Jess made towards Leo. Leo didn't much entertain Jess because the one time he did Jasmin left him alone and he didn't like that. He followed her around the villa like a sick puppy. He was wrapped around her finger so tight that there was no sign of him leaving.
Movie night was the worst. It showed everyone's true colors. You and Jasmin stood ten toes behind everything you both said. You both called some of the boys panty chasers because they begged for these couples so bad and yet went off to bag some bombshells. The boys were going off about how this is about exploring; the same shit you hear on any season.
"You exploring this other girl but telling Wyn that's she's the only one for you." Jasmin pointed out as her fist hits her palm.
"So what?! Is that not the point?" Milo exclaimed as he and Jasmin argued.
"The problem is that you went to casa and decided to do something completely disrespectful instead of being upfront!" Jasmin argued as she pointed from here to casa.
The clips showed you having a good time with one of the casa boys, EJ. You were smiling at what he was saying and always hanging around him during casa. It did look incriminating had they not added the conversation you had. You both were at the bar in the kitchen; Your head was on his shoulder while your arms were splayed on the counter. His head was on top of yours as you both watched Eva and another casa boy interact.
"I still want to keep my connection with Jaafar because we have so much in common and he's so sweet to me." You sighed clearly thinking about him.
EJ laughed before kissing your temple. "Well I'm sure he misses you too. I'm happy to keep you company until casa is over."
The boys started barking at you about your behavior. They forgot that you didn't bring EJ back but Chloe did. EJ became close with you because he couldn't find a connection. Everyone was pretty much closed off except for Bliss, Chloe and Wyn. Wyn chose EJ to make Milo jealous. It was messy.
You and EJ dap each other up. "While y'all yelling at me, before you left for casa me and Jaafar talked about exploring and if we did find someone better we would explore that and go from there."
Jaafar agreed with a nod. "We did say if someone came along and we felt a stronger connection, we would explore it."
The boys waved you off as you stuck your tongue out. There was a clip of Jaafar that seemed taken out of context in your opinion. He was sitting around casa with another casa girl. She was laying her head on the seat next to him as she talked his ear off. He was looking around casa as she spoke about finding love and how he might be the one for her. He nodded along slowly, clearly deep in thought.
"I think we'd be great outside of here." She mumbled as her hand covered her eyes from the sun.
"We can explore it." He sighed as his tongue rolled in his cheek.
"You're little girlfriend won't get mad?" She asked with a smirk as the camera cut to him shaking his head.
The clip cut and he explained himself. He told her that he would explore but his heart was still with you. The camera cut to him shaking his head after he yawned. You wanted to roll your eyes at production trying to be messy and cutting the clip too short. You didn't know what you expected though.
Dumpings were worst than that. Bliss ended up being dumped because Koa stuck to one of the casa girls. She thought she could keep playing the long game but it didn't work out in her favor. Milo was dumped because Wyn couldn't let go of movie night and moved on with Eric. There were new faces mixed with old ones. Time went on and you all finally made it to the end.
You and Jaafar won the hundred thousand dollars. You were so happy that the viewers saw real love between you both. You and other couples enjoyed a jump in the pool as the fireworks began. Jaafar kissed you passionately under the the stars and fireworks as you smiled into it. It was the perfect ending to the perfect summer.
A month or so later, you both were called back for a reunion episode. You both agreed and were heading there now. Fans screamed outside of the building when you both pulled up. Your matching outfits made them lose their minds. You blew kisses to them and even got a couple of pictures.
"Welcome back islanders!" The host said as you all smiled and waved. You were leaned into Jaafar side as introductions were made.
The cast talked about everything from beginning to end. They even pulled up unseen clips from other islanders shit talking. It was a huge mess but it was nice to know who was with you and who wasn't. You rolled your eyes at many clips; the one where Eva was talking about your couple for one.
"I don't really care about her talking about my couple because we were solid. Her on the other hand?" You pointed as you sucked in a sharp breath. "French fries all through casa."
The reveal made everyone gasp except for some of the girls. Eva was embarrassed because she told her couple something different. You sat there looking smug. "Since we telling business that ain't ours." You smiled making a rainbow with two hands.
"How's your relationship going?" The host asked you and Jaafar. Jaafar smiled humbly before speaking.
"I'm very happy that we made it out the villa. We just came back from a solo trip." He spoke positively on the trip and your relationship and it made your heart swell.
"You guys weren't too intimate on the show so…how was it?" The host asked, deeply intrigued by your story.
Jaafar's head tilted slightly as he narrowed his eyes. You blinked in confusion but then you remembered you both weren't that intimate on the show. You guys weren't comfortable with the whole world watching you guys. You didn't do much in the hideaway either. You folded your hand with his before answering the long awaited question.
"We weren't comfortable with everyone at home watching us do something so intimate in the villa." You explained as the host squinted.
"So you haven't done anything outside the villa?" The host asked causing Jasmin to groan as she practically fell on Leo.
"She's basically telling you to either ask another question or leave it alone." Leo tried to block her mouth to which she glared at him. "Don't try to silence me. Leave her alone."
You reached over and high fived her before interlocking your fingers. You and Jasmin have had each others back since the beginning of the show. You'd both be damned someone messes with either of you. The host sighed before moving on to the next couple. "Okay, I want to talk about life outside the villa."
Jess took a deep breath in. "Lulu you were dumped and had people asking you all these questions about the villa."
Lulu nodded slowly before the dreaded question was asked. "You said on your live after someone asked you about Jaafar and 𖤓's relationship—"
"I said I don't care about their relationship." She blurted waving her hand dismissively.
"No, you said that their relationship wouldn't last because, 𖤓 doesn't know how to treat him." The host repeated bar for bar. You cut your eyes at her as she and the host went back and forth.
"I don't know why you said that. You were so far up his ass you couldn't see how he was treated!" You throw your hands out as you spoke. Jaafar tried to be your voice of reason but it didn't help against your agitation.
He kissed your temple as your body settled into your anger. Your leg bounced rapidly as you tried to contain your anger. "They don't know us when it's just us. Don't let them get to you." He whispered as your leg slowly stopped bouncing as he put his hand over it.
The bickering stopped before you all moved on. There was so much tension in that room. A knife couldn't cut through it. Leo and Jasmin were asked about their relationship to which they said; they were going slow but they think they went slow enough in the villa. You could see Leo trying to contain himself as giddy as he was.
"I want to show another clip, if you don't mind." Another clip rolls and it's Lulu and Bliss in the kitchen.
"He's fine but that's about it, I don't know." Bliss said as she continued to make herself something to drink.
"Girl, do you know who he is?" Lulu asked with a gentle hand on Bliss' shoulder.
"Jaafar? I mean he's told us that he's made music before but…that's about it." Bliss explained nonchalantly; not caring about who he supposedly was.
"Open your eyes, Bliss. He comes from money…he's a Jackson babe." Lulu announced as she smirked mischievously.
"A Jackson?" Bliss questioned. It didn't click for her.
"You know…Michael Jackson? That's his nephew." She explained as Bliss' eyes got bigger. "So I suggest you keep playing the game."
You could feel your blood boiling. It was rude and unnecessary. Jaafar was a person still so what do they know? Realizing how these people were talking about each other was hard enough but talking about your boyfriend? You realized it didn't matter what he was here for; they preyed on him. You wanted to rip their faces off.
"Jaafar, how do you feel?" The host asked as Jaafar sighed.
"I mean…it's weird yeah but I found someone who sees me for me. That's why I didn't mention it when talking about myself. I wanted a genuine experience here." He replied as you rubbed his back.
"You did the right thing." The host responded as you nodded in agreement.
"I wasn't going to pick Bliss anyway, considering how our earlier conversation went, I wouldn't have. I knew she didn't like me genuinely." He explained further. You still felt sad for him but he was fine because he got the experience he asked for.
"I'm glad you both found each other. I truly wish for the best for both of you. I apologize for my previous behavior as well." The host sounded remorseful as you both gave a silent thank you.
The reunion ended and you were all now lingering for a bit before it was time to go. Jaafar went to go talk to the boys while you got a drink. You heard footsteps from behind you; thinking it was Jaafar you turned around with a smile. Unfortunately for you, it was Carter. He looked different.
All that time in the sun gave him a tan. His hair was cut and he looked polished. His suit looked expensive but you remembered he worked in finance. He smiled at you before extending his arms out to engulf you. You offered him a handshake instead.
"Can I help you?" You asked with a bored expression on your face.
He smiled at you. "You look beautiful."
You nodded knowingly. "I know. What do you need Carter?"
"I'm sorry for how I treated you in the villa and making you cry." He apologized but you didn't feel it was genuine.
"Carter as sweet as this may sound to you. It doesn't sound sweet to me." You explained. "You snuck behind my back and then embarrassed me to which I had to wait and see on movie night."
"And I do apologize for that. It should have been us as the final couple and I realized that too late." You could see right through his facade. It was truly disgusting.
"Carter, I'm happy with who I picked. You're only saying this because you saw how happy we are and because we won the money." Your arms crossed over your chest. "I'm not falling for this shit again."
"Just listen, please?" He begged as you sighed. Footsteps softly make their way towards you.
Jaafar's face showed no amusement when he saw who was talking to you. "Is there a problem?"
"No, he was just leaving." You said as you wrapped your arm in Jaafar's.
"Car's ready whenever we are." He mumbles as he fixed your stray hair from sticking to your lips.
"I'm ready." You answered as he guided you towards the exit. Carter watched from afar learning what he lost.
As you both walked away the unease settled within you. You hoped Jaafar knew you liked him genuinely. Tonight was a lot and him walking up to you only to see you talking to Carter made you feel like you upset him. Jaafar had his regular expression on as he held onto you. No sense of sadness in sight but it didn't ease your mind.
"Jaafar…you know I'd always choose you right?" You asked as he looked over at you with a raised eyebrow.
"What are you—"
"I don't like the clips we saw tonight and I don't want you to think I'm not all in for this." You expressed as he chuckled.
"I never once doubted your feelings towards me. I hope you don't feel that way about me." He returned your question as you smiled softly.
"Nope. My feelings haven't changed." You hold his hand tighter for reassurance.
He pulled you closer by your chin. Your lips nearly touching as he murmured "I'm in this for the long run."
His lips moved against yours slowly before he pecked your lips a few more times. He smiled at you as you returned it. You both make your way to the car and on your way to your place. The summer was over and you both had a long time together ahead of you. You were excited to spend it with him.
Beyoncé dropped donk today and I might have to write about it IDK YALL IVE BEEN WAITING 😛
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i genuinely don't understand those people who get annoyed because us writers use "mama" as a pet name, like just scroll or write your own thing. stop complaining about everything, be a bit grateful.
