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pairing: Jaafar Jackson x reader warning: n/a genre: romance word count: 682 proofread: no synopsis: jaafar has a secret crush on you a/n: this gif is the death of me

Crush! Jaafar: Has had a mental battle for a while now about his feelings towards you, refusing to be honest with himself. He just thought it was completely normal that his "best friend" was his favorite person, his favorite person to text, to be around, to tell all his good news to...to be the first person he thinks of when waking up… and the last when going to sleep.

Crush! Jaafar: Whenever you two were in a group setting, you were always the first person he would look for, and always who he would most-naturally gravitate toward. Never leaving your side, even in group photos, always seeming to lean in just a little closer each time. It wasn't even something he would do purposefully or think about.

Crush! Jaafar: The boy starts remembers everything. Your favorite snack, favorite color, that random song you only mentioned months ago in a passing conversation.

Crush! Jaafar: When confronted by others or asked if you are dating, he tries not to become bashful or flushed, ignores it horribly, and changes the subject. He thinks he's not obvious.

Crush! Jaafar: He becomes so protective. It's not, like, overbearing or suffocating, but he never lets you forget to text him you made it home safe. Or how much he hates that guy you're talking to

"Why do you care so much?"

"I don't!"

Crush! Jaafar: His friends start to put the pieces together, eyeing you two when you're all hanging out, almost egging him on. They pass smirks and knowing looks when you're around, driving Jaafar crazy in annoyance.

"Cut it out. We're just friends." "Sure thing, Jaafar."

Crush! Jaafar: Swears up and down he doesn't have a favorite person, but then you two end up hanging out exclusively for seemingly hours, him insisting on not inviting anyone else.

Crush! Jaafar: The boy loves when he receives compliments from you, and will replay your sweet words on a loop endlessly in his mind for the rest of the day. He'll even go out of his way sometimes to fish for more, trying to understand what you like.

Crush! Jaafar: Starts to find excuses to hang out with you more than usual.

"Wanna go grocery shopping with me?"

"I need a second opinion."

"Are you busy?"

Crush! Jaafar: Physical affection or touching of any kind becomes awkward, growing to become a whole new challenge on its own, once Jaafar accepts his feelings towards you because suddenly he's now hyperaware of every touch: the hugs, shoulder bumps, slight hand grazes. It drives him crazy and makes his skin feel like it's on fire. He aches for more.

Crush! Jaafar: Always pays extra attention to you, immediately picking up on changes. New hair, new clothes, trying something out of your comfort zone. Even if no one else notices, Jaafar does.

Crush! Jaafar: Is lowkey a jealous type, so not nonchalant. Whenever he sees some guy flirting with you, he looks calm and unbothered, but he's fighting the biggest internal battle.

Crush! Jaafar: Late-night conversations become his solitude with you, his favorite pass-time. They're always so exclusive, isolated, and vulnerable. So much so, he has almost confessed his feelings a dozen times during those conversations, but it never feels quite right. He can't seem to find the right words when looking at you.

Crush! Jaafar: Has the biggest grin now whenever your name pops up on his phone. His family is picking up on things, too. The wallpaper of you two doesn't help his case any.

Crush! Jaafar: The moment that solidifies his feelings and causes him to realize he has completely fallen in love with you is when his first thought after an accomplishment isn't "I can't wait to celebrate," but is, "I can't wait to tell them." He was so cooked.

Crush! Jaafar: Being who he is, Jaafar's eventual confession isn't some grand scheme, but it's simple, cute, and for the two of you.

"You know, I think I've liked you for a while. I guess I'm hoping I haven't been too obvious."

"What? I definitely had no idea."

pairing: Jaafar Jackson x fem!reader (both celebrities) warning: fluff + suggestive (MDNI)  genre: fluff / romance  word count: 2,442 proofread: nope requests: open taglist: @bonni-98 (join here) synopsis: after coming back from a night out, you decide to go live to do a casual catch-up with your fans. things get interrupted with a drunk, clingy Jaafar wandering in the background, though.  a/n: this damn pic of him specifically, muh gawd 

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ ✎﹏﹏𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 had been home for, maybe, 20 minutes, after being out partying with some friends for surely over 3 hours, you weren’t quite ready for bed just yet. You and Jaafar had exited from the uber, and helped one another make it safely inside, Jaafar hugging your hips like his life depended on it.

You were now in your dimly lit bedroom, sitting at your vanity that is placed in front of your bed, while Jaafar found refuge in the restroom. Still in your going-out clothes, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone, bored, but again, not yet ready for sleep. Then an idea popped into your head: It had been a while since you had interacted on live with your fanbase. You posted an Instagram story earlier of you and Jaafar, and your phone was buzzing for a while after, so you knew they were interested. Scrolling back to the top, you adjust yourself, wrapping a blanket around you as you click the Go Live button.

You run your fingers through your hair, flattening any kinks as the live begins, your eyes steadily watching the view count go up.

"HI, guys! I feel like I've been negligent lately, so I just wanted hop on live to check in with you all," you softly speak, smiling as the comments start to roll in.

girl where have u been  too busy partying with ur bf I seeeeeee we miss you

You laugh at the reprimanding comments, realizing how long it truly has been since you've made a post.

"Okay, but I was at the Gala not even a month ago, you guys," you tease.

doesn't count  we want more stuff from you what's in the works where did ya'll go tn

You intentionally ignore the comments in regards to your upcoming projects and things you have in the works.

'Me and J just spent some time with some friends. It feels like forever since I've seen some of them," you say, already reminiscing on the night spent out.

You were looking forward to this Saturday since the plans were made on Monday, almost acting as an incentive for getting through the week. They were friends you had known since the beginning of your career. You all blossomed in the industry together, so no matter how long it had been, everything seemed to always fall right back into place.

But you knew that you had a busy schedule starting Monday, so not wanting to spend your Sunday afternoon hungover, you decided not to drink too much. Jaafar, on the other hand, did not hold himself back. When drunk, he was the type of person who was whiny, clinging, and sleepy. In your mind, there were worse things a drunk could be.

"Yeah, Jaafar is somewhere in the house," you laugh as you reply to comments asking about your boyfriend.

"Anyway, I just wanted to come on and check in on you guys, so maybe we should do, like, a little Q/A?" you ask, smiling in agreement as comments continue to cloud your screen, floating by so quickly, you can barely keep up with the questions.

The next few minutes are spent just talking, answering a wide range of questions, and plugging back in with your fanbase. You're in the middle of answering a question about your skin routine when there is a sudden door shutting in the distance behind you. Ignoring it, you continue.

"And then I like to use a moisturizer," you carry on as the noise of feet padding softly against your wooden floor is heard from the hallway outside the door, framed to the left of you. The noise grows closer.

Then, there he is. Broad figure, curls wild with his dark brown eyes droopy from his night out. Shirtless he stood, toned stomach out, brown skin soft and now wearing just grey sweatpants, as he makes his way to the bed. You eye him in your camera, trying your best to shift the screen before anyone notices.

But your fans notice everything.

oh hello jaafar  guest appearance  boi looks like he had a time holy moly  it's like seeing the stripped pants all over again

The comments don't stop as you try to stifle a laugh, moving your chair over to hide Jaafar as best as you can once he resides onto the bed, trying to give him some privacy.

"Sorry guys, anyways, let me remember which step I was on," you pick back up. Looking upward, you try your best to think about your skin routine and definitely not how yummy Jaafar looks right now.

He isn't much help at that, though.

"Babe, I was calling for you, I almost fell in the bathroom," he whines, a cute pout sitting on his lips as he messily walks over to you, the alcohol still obviously clouding his mind. "Where was my baby?" he mumbles into your hair as he comes behind you and wraps his strong arms around your waist. He just stands there, his breath tickling your neck as he burrows his face into the crook.

"I'm on live right now, J, sorry," you laugh, rolling your eyes at his dramatics.

his babyyyyy wuhhhh  this is so cute im gonna vomit  we all now what kind of drunk he is bless it

The comments cause you to giggle, shaking Jaafar slightly as you laugh.

"Don't laugh at me, it was serious," he grumbles into your hair again.

"The viewers are laughing at you," you joke, passing the blame along. You lean into him and pat his hair as he sighs deeply. 

"Meanies," he whispers. 

"You should go lay down, I'll get off soon," you suggest, trying your best to untangle his hands from your waist, but they only seem to tighten their grip, causing you to jolt at the closeness, your side brushing into Jaafar's bare chest.

"You're so warm and comfy, though," Jaafar says, hugging you closer, if that was even possible. "And you smell so good." 

that boy is so whipped  can't wait to see the edits in the am  need the fic rn

"He is so stubborn guys, I swear," you joke with your chat, smiling as the comments roll in and tease along with you.

Jaafar pulls apart and looks at you with a shocked face. He crosses his arms in an offended way, ready to defend himself.

"I am not stubborn, girl," he starts, jaw ajar at your words.

"Don't even lie, J. You so are," you continue teasing. You shift the camera so the viewers can see the way the grown man is acting, making an "are you guys seeing this" face at the camera.

dramatic too is he five or almost 30 I can't remember  boi go to bed why is no one questioning how he almost fell  shirt where?

"Don't act like you aren't either," he continues, pointing a playfully accusing finger at you. A smirk tugs at his lips, eyes shining with a mischievous glow, and you know something is coming. "So stubborn when you're begging me to-" 

You pale with shock, body jumping as you begin shushing him. "Shut up! I am on live right now, Jaafar." You push him away as he just laughs at the chaos he started.

Your face is in full shock as your eyes slowly look back at your chat.

HELLOOOO begging?!?!?!  JAAFAR JACKSON WTF oml he's evil girl I'd beg too

"Guys, I am so sorry. Please excuse my clearly inebriated boyfriend." You apologize and wave a dismissing hand behind you as Jaafar walks away, heading towards the bed. Your skin feels warm now, and the low, deep chuckle that escapes Jaafar's lips settles deep in your chest.

On the screen of your phone, you can see Jaafar flop himself head-first onto your bed, immediately laying on his side as he grabs a pillow to cuddle with, mumbling something under his breath about how "it could be you" as you try your best to continue your live.

show stealer  never wanter to be a pillow so bad in my life rn  bi-panic anyone??? I dont even remember what we were on about

"Me neither," you respond, scrolling back up a few on the live comments to regain your train of thought.

There's shuffling behind you, and you make a defeated huff as you wait in anticipation for what his next antic is gonna be. He keeps wandering around in the background, switching from mindlessly walking around the room, being nosey, to the bed, distracting both you and your chat.

"You're the prettiest girl in the world, you know?" Jaafar declares, now flopping over to lay on his back and look up at you.

"Thank you, J," you say, blushing slightly and praying the camera isn't able to pick it up.

"I feel so lucky everyday I get to see you and be with you and hold you and touch you," he carries on, dramatic and slurring his words as he counts off the items on his fingers, taking this conversation very seriously.

he is so whipped oml  america's sweetheart best bf ever everyone  we love jaafar

"My fans are loving this," you say aloud, looking back at Jaafar, whose soft eyes stare into yours, glistening with admiration.

Jaafar is quiet for a moment, you assuming he's in his own little world or has dozed off, but after checking the comments, you're surprised.

girl  mama there a girl behind you are we gonna tell her he's like a bad ahh kid it's clearly past someone's bedtime

Looking behind you on the camera, Jaafar is now sitting up and blowing kisses to your camera.

"You cannot be serious," you laugh, swatting a hand at him.

"Don't worry, babe, I'll save the real thing for my sweet girl," he says, in a way he must think is flirtatious, and winks at you, failing.

"Oh my, gosh, Jaafar, enough," you tease, turning back around once he lays back down. You try again at reengaging yourself with your livestream, it only having been thirty or so minutes.

"I do have some exciting stuff coming up for you, guys," you start again, addressing some comments still inquiring about projects.

You carry on as you try ignoring the bed squeaks behind you and the soft padding of feet on the floor.

A gentle hand lands on your back and soft lips leave a kiss on your forehead.

"I am so bored, baby. We should have stayed longer," Jaafar gently speaks, rubbing up and down your back as his full body is now in frame, a cute smile on his face.

"If we stayed longer, you would have fallen out onto the street," you joke, poking his side as you look up at him.

"Yeah, but that would be so funny," he responds. "I can handle my drinks well, by the way." He refers his last comment to the chat.

"I'm so tired," he says now, bumping your hip with his as he tries sitting beside you, in the very small chair that is obviously not meant for two grown adults.

"You are so annoying, we are not gonna both fit," you argue, pushing back as Jaafar uncomfortably sits down.

"I just want to be with you," he whines, the pout returning that you have grown very familiar with. He tries sharing the blanket, too, squeezing himself under unsuccessfully.

again, a bad ahh kid  I never thought we would see this side of him can't stop laughing at the image of jaafar drunk in the street laid out

Suddenly, the blanket that hugs your body is being tugged at, and before you know it, Jaafar has now stolen it and is heading back to the bed.

"Jaafar!"

"If I can't sit beside you, I want to, at least, cuddle with something that smells like you," he counters, flopping onto the bed once again with a smirk.

"Guys, he is going to be so embarrassed in the morning," you laugh, already imagining the chaos that is to unfold once the morning sun shines.

plz do a breakfast live stream we need to see this im already clipping for edits

You continue discussing topics with your fans for a view moments, happily revealing in the silence that Jaafar has allowed. You can hear his soft breathing and quiet movements in the background as you respond to different comments.

"Please come to bed," Jaafar pouts, lifting his head up to display only a bedhead of curls and dark, chocolatey doe-eyes.

"In a minute," you say, stretching slightly as you consider ending the live.

He throws himself back in frustration at your answer. "You were supposed to say, of course." 

You laugh and ignore him, rolling your eyes once more at his dramatics. "Greatest actor, people."

"I'm so tired," he says again.

"Then, go to sleep. I'll go to the living room, so you can turn the lights out," you respond.

He lifts up again onto his elbows as his eyes track you, taking your figure in.

"No, don't, I want you here," he says, patting the spot beside him. 

boy needs sleep  hes so cute  ughhhhhhhhh

"I'm not super tired, though, J," you answer honestly, looking back towards him.

That same damning smirk and mischievous glisten returns in his eyes, and you're too late at preventing his non-filtered words.

"I know something that can make you tired." 

You flip your head back around towards the camera, that same burn returning in your face as your heart does flips, undistinguishable from embarrassment to shock.

what happened to PR training  where's the edits  GOOD GODH JAAFARRR this was not in the movies  what was in that boy's drink

"Jaafar!" as all you can manage to say as your eyes frantically scan your comments, Jaafar just laughing in the background and rolling onto his side, clearly too tired to do anything of such sorts but not tired enough to stop teasing you. You throw a beauty blender at him.

"Okay guys, I'm gonna go to sleep, I will see you all later!" you speak, voice shaking with utter disbelief.

we know u aint going to bed  suuuuureeeeee see u 9 months later  he's so lovesick

You quickly end the live, dropping your phone onto your vanity as you stand up and cross the room.

"The morning is going to be so embarrassing," you say, playfully hitting Jaafar's chest as you sit beside him, his hands immediately going to your waist.

"Let's just worry about that later," he says, eyes closed, burrowing his head into your thigh.

"You are so dead tomorrow."

"You can be, too."

"Jaafar!"

pairing: Jaafar Jackson x fem!reader warning: n/a genre: romance word count: 218 proofread: sorta requests: open synopsis just cute friendship snippets with maybeee a hint of sum else a/n: Jaafar with grown-out hair is everything to me

BFF! Jaafar: who will always randomly buy things he sees, simply because it reminds him of you

BFF! Jaafar: no shame in sending 1 am texts for food runs. "Taco Bell? Please say yes."

BFF! Jaafar: being practically attached at the hip, people always bat a questionable look at you two. He's always around, and you two are always together.

BFF! Jaafar: movie nights constantly. Your place? His? It never mattered.

BFF! Jaafar: loves driving around the city with you and blasting loud music in the car, dueting with each other

BFF! Jaafar: has known you for ages, so nothing ever feels awkward. Tells one another any and everything

BFF! Jaafar: gets caught staring. Often. "What? Best friends stare like this all the time."

BFF! Jaafar: practices braiding your hair, especially when you guys are just chilling. Sometimes, it feels very domesticated, though.

BFF! Jaafar: will randomly FaceTime you and won't stop till you accept.

BFF! Jaafar: loves staying up crazy hours into the night and talking about the most unusual things. says he just likes hearing you ramble.

BFF! Jaafar: In group photos, he seems to always grab your hand and doesn't think anything of it; to him, touching isn't anything out of the ordinary. to you, the way he acts hints at something under the surface.

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pairing: Jaafar Jackson x fem!reader (use of Y/N) warning: N/A genre: secret lovers word count: 1,402 proofread: nope requests: open synopsis: you and jaafar have kept your relationship hidden and fairly private with his new rise into stardom, but one slip up reveals everything

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ ✎﹏﹏𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 when Jaafar offered you a spot to join him on his latest press tour, not like he gave much of a choice any way. He practically begged you, everything but getting on his knees. To him, you were his comfort person, the firm, solid being that he looked towards whenever he felt shy or nervous or in need of being grounded and needed reassurance. His hand easily finding yours in moments of uncertainty, eyes scanning for comfort, body staying close for familiarity.

So you knew you would never say no to him. However, in your mind, you envisioned press tours as being more glamorous than what reality had laid out before you. In truth, it was days upon days filled with interviews and appearances. And today was no different.

You two were actually at Jaafar's third interview of the day, across the city from the second. It was a long, exhausting day to say the least, but any where with Jaafar couldn't be that dreadful to you.

You two were like two peas in a pod, inseparable. However, once Jaafar seemingly became spotlighted overnight, the privacy of your relationship also became a glowing question and concern for you. Thus, you mutually agreed to keep things under wraps.

it wasn't like Jaafar was hiding you away or was ashamed. God, that couldn't be further from the truth. The boy was wrapped around your finger. It's just people knew who you were, just not what you were, to Jaafar, or your relationship to him, per se.

So here you sat, in a chair just off set of where Jaafar sat on a brown, cushioned couch, face lit up from the stage lights and smile brightly gleaming in front of the camera. He was patiently waiting for the interviewer to start, yet again, another seemingly-interrogating interview.

This interview, however, was different compared to the two previous ones. It was being live-streamed on their YouTube channel, and with a quick look on your phone, there was easily millions of viewers tuning in, just as you are.

"Quiet everyone," someone, whom you presume to be a producer of some sort, shouts to signal the beginning of the interview.

You knew how nervous Jaafar was at the beginning, having not yet melted away the uneasiness. Looking up from your phone, his eyes already are on you, his face softening once you two make contact.

"You got this," you mouth, shooting up a reassuring thumbs-up, Jaafar smiling gently and nodding in response.

What would that boy do without you?

You notice how quiet the environment is around you so suddenly, so you focus your attention onto the made-up set before you. The interviewer does their usual introduction to their channel, thanking the viewers and going through the timeline of events to follow. Then, they introduce their guest, Jaafar.

It's like magic watching how he immediately zones in and all the nerves visibly melt away. He's such a natural, it boggles your mind how he gets so shy at sudden moments or needs the amount of assurance and encouragement from you that he gets. Or maybe he just likes it because it's from you. Either way, Jaafar was right where he needed to be and was thriving.

"Thanks so much for joining us today, Jaafar," the interviewer urges.

"Thanks so much for having me."

The interview moves smoothly with a pretty basic range of questions, but you could tell Jaafar was enjoying himself and was comfortable. The questions ranged from movie insights, favorite songs, to even the process of becoming his character.

Now, though, you could tell the interview seemed to be coming to an end, after about nearly an hour or two. Or so you think.

Everything appeared to be wrapping up seamlessly, but the interviewer suddenly asks what Jaafar is most excited to do first thing once filming wraps up.

"What's something you're really looking forward to once filming concludes?"

Without even thinking, especially with feeling so comfortable, Jaafar answers, "Probably taking my girl out-"

Jaafar freezes, a shocked smile stuck on his lips for a split second before faltering, realization settling in.

Both of your heads shoot up and eyes widen, your jaw practically needing to be lifted up off the floor.

You try not to die from embarrassment as the crew start smiling and sharing whispers.

Jaafar's face immediately burns with a rosy color as he becomes speechless.

Silence.

The interviewer immediately perks up and you can tell the interview is far from over.

"Oh?" they playfully check their papers and questions. "Your girl?"

Jaafar quickly readjusts himself from the spill and scrambles for an answer. You have to cover your mouth to stop your giggling from being picked up by the huge, all-hearing boom mic that looms over the set. His eyes dart to you and the look alone told you, you were dead.

"Um, looking forward to a good dinner," he deadpans, so not playing it off. He coughs awkwardly and squirms in his seat.

The rest of the interview is Jaafar unsuccessfully trying to recover while the interviewer keeps sneaking in questions like, "So what does your girlfriend think about that?" and "Will she be joining you?"

Once the interview officially ends, and the blowing-up live stream ends, flowing with questions and rumors, Jaafar jumps from the hot seat and finds you, face hot with blush.

"You should've saved me up there," he dramatically whines, pinching your side playfully, a learned sign of endearment.

"What? I should've just jumped right on there?" you joke.

The look on Jaafar's face, as if that's exactly what he wanted, makes you laugh even more.

"I looked so stupid," Jaafar complains once more, covering his face with his hands and burrowing there.

You place your hands on his, gently peeling them away and tangling your fingers together.

"I mean, I thought you looked pretty cute," you shrug. "Cute when you pout, too."

Jaafar's face softens up, rolling his eyes bashfully, and a warm smile replaces his pout. His eyes scan yours and you, once more, can see the anxiety oozing off of him.

"Can't imagine what the live replies were like." "Just as interested as the interviewer, trust," you reassure, recalling the countless comments asking for a reveal, a collab, and teasing Jaafar.

"I can't believe it just slipped out like that, though," you exclaim.

"You know I'm a terrible liar. I really am looking forward to taking you out," Jaafar answers honestly.

"Your girl?"

"You know you're my girl," he earnestly speaks, dropping your hand beside him and swinging hands as you two begin to exit the building to the car. He bumps your shoulder teasingly.

You two walk in comfortable silence after the chaos subdues.

"I really do want to take you out somewhere nice, though, once we're done here," Jaafar breaks, looking down at you lovingly. "I don't care if people know. I'm so proud to be with you."

"I'm gonna hold you to this," you threaten, staring up at him as his face is painted with pure infatuation. "I feel really lucky, you know?"

"I know exactly what you mean," he replies, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on your hair, guiding you outside to the car.

"How many news articles do you think we'll see of us tonight?" you joke.

Jaafar rolls his eyes and a slight pout returns. "Please do not remind me. Can't wait to see the timeline of events laid out for me."

"Imagine we do an instagram live at our dinner," you add, just to get under his skin. "Babe, there would be no dinner." You dramatically thump his chest as you two enter the car, heading back to your hotel for the evening.

Jaafar laughs and takes your hand in his, kissing your forehead. "You know I'm teasing you. Nothing can keep me away from you."

"Even an Instagram live Q/A?'

After a long pause, "I guess not even that."

You fake gasp in shock. "You guess?"

"Babe, can you please just end this conversation on a cute note before I smother you and get canceled?"

You roll your eyes, but Jaafar ignores it and pulls you into him, you resting your head as you stare out the window, already imagining what romantic dinner Jaafar so readily had planned, itching with anticipation.

And knowing Jaafar as well as you did, you would not be disappointed.

pairing: Jaafar Jackson x fem!reader warning: are we shook it's more fluff...and made up info obvi genre: slow burn wc: 1,404 proofread: naur requests: open synopsis: you and jaafar have had something kindling between you two for some time, taking things slow and as they came, but one rainy day might be the catalyst for courage a/n: ty soooo much @douxieslovelie for requesting, xx fluff is for the girlies

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ ✎﹏﹏𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐓 the text from Jaafar for evening plans, your heart almost thumped out of your chest with excitement. You two were currently in New York City for Jaafar's press tour for the movie Michael. You were so beyond happy for him, but with his busy scheduling, interviews, and being pulled in all directions, seeing Jaafar was starting to feel like trying to catch a glimpse of the Pope. With each passing day, he felt less like yours and more of the publics.

Which wasn't entirely off.

With Jaafar's sudden shot into stardom, it felt like all eyes were on him, and every ounce of privacy he had was faded with each red carpet appearance and movie screening. However, you and Jaafar had been together for a bit before he was a movie star, and what you two had always felt private, belonging to just the two of you. It was one of the last things you both held in your hands, but now, with each sighting of you two out and about, it seemed the world was being let in on a hushed whisper. But with the privacy of your relationship, there was also a tenderness.

You two moved fairly slow. It didn't seem there was a practical reason why, it just came that way. Jaafar was a gentle person, and a perfectionist to say the least, so everything he did with you, he wanted it to be perfect. That's why when you two, childhood friends, started dating just a couple of months ago, he insured everything you two did together was calculated and on perfect timing, nothing rushed or messy. He wanted to be perfect for you.

As a result, there seemed to be a softness that blanketed you two with a slow pace of waiting and yearning. That is, when you two were actually able to see one another. There wasn't kissing or much touching, but the aching was there, so you knew only time stood in the way.

Which is exactly why, when Jaafar messaged you at 6:30 pm that their interviews finished up early for the day, he wanted to take you out for dinner and a city walk, you practically jumped up and down with joy.

j: something simple tn with my girl j: be ready in 10? ♡

You flung yourself out of bed, ripping the comforter off, exposing your skin to the coolness of your hotel room. You knew better now that when Jaafar said ten minutes, he really means five. 'Because I just can't wait to see you,' he would say.

You keep your outfit simple, as advised by Jaafar, along with the rest of yourself. Your skin prickled with anticipation to see your boyfriend after what felt like hours, especially to escape the suffocating walls of your separate hotel room.

Just as you were popping a quick pair of earrings in, a soft knock fills the space of your room. Your heart flutters.

"Come in," you shout, putting the back on your left earring, standing before the bathroom mirror.

The door opens, as he has a keycard, and soon, the tall, fit, breathtaking figure of Jaafar reflects in the mirror. He leans against the door frame, hand in pocket as his skin is clothed in much more casual clothes.

Yet the sight of him still makes your breath hitch.

He's tall, with nice shoulders and defined arms. His face sparkles with leftover makeup, indicating he wasted no time on hurrying over here. His curls lay in a cute, boyish way. A smile is plastered on his lips, happiness glowing across his face, as his delicious brown eyes scan you in the mirror.

"That was so not ten minutes," you tease, turning around to grab a thin jacket in case of anything, the sky looking bleaker than usual.

"Couldn't wait to see my pretty girl," he gleams.

You playfully roll your eyes as you push past him. You sit on your mattress, the foam gently dipping down as you slip on your shoes. Jaafar still stands there, eyes warm and comforting as he watches you.

"You're acting funny today," you say, feeling squeamish under his stare. It was soft, sure, but there was an underlying intensity that felt new and unexplainable, not-yet unexplored territory.

He shrugs playfully, acting oblivious to the way he makes you feel. "I've just been missing you so much today," he answers, as matter-of-factly as possible. Yet you still notice the slight blush on his cheeks.

"Let's go, lover boy, I'm starving," you exclaim, heading for the door as Jaafar holds it open.

"Yes, ma'am."

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"I cannot believe I ate so much," you say, rubbing your stomach as you two exit a pizzeria.

"I think we were both hungrier than we thought." Jaafar cutely laughs at your action, mockingly doing the same.

You two were now thrusted into the lively, busyness of the streets of New York City. It was now almost 8 pm, but the streets were as full as ever, cars and stories flashing by as the city lights illuminates you both.

There was a slight breeze in the air, and the sky looked unusually darker than usual, which only could hint at one inevitable thing.

Ignoring it, though, you and Jaafar continue on down the street, eyeing all the shops and people as you pass.

You stand close to him, shoulders seeming to just barely grace one another. The feeling alone sends shivers down your spine. For so long, you two had silently agreed on moving at that slow, familiar pace. But that alone didn't stop the burning urge to touch Jaafar with any chance you could. To just reach to hold him and be held.

"Did you seriously not hear me?" his silk-laced voice interrupts, doe-eyes scanning your face eagerly.

"No, no, I definitely just did," you sarcastically reply, crossing your arms in defense.

"You're cute, so I'll let it slide," he offers back. "I was just saying I'm so happy we're doing this." "Me, too. I feel like I barely get to see you as you lately," you say honestly, a hint of vulnerability dripping from your words as Jaafar's sweet smile urges you on.

"I know, I hate it. But I seriously wouldn't want to be doing this with anyone else in the world," he comforts, throwing his hands dramatically in front of him in a gesturing motion.

It causes you to blush, and you know soon, a familiar warm sensation would arise on your skin. But it doesn't come. Instead, you feel a dripping cold feeling painting across your face. It doesn't take you long to realize what's happening.

"I knew it was gonna rain," you exclaim, your thin jacket no match to the storm that had been growing for the past three hours.

Jaafar laughs at your silly attempt at shielding your body from the now down-pouring sky.

Before you can even register what's happening, Jaafar takes your hand into his warm, soft, big hand. The sensation is new and tingly, once more sending a shiver down your back.

He sends a charming, playful smile and giggle as he begins running down the street, pulling you along with him. It felt like a scene right out of those bad-acting romcoms you force Jaafar to watch.

"We look insane!" you shout, heart beating with adrenaline and excitement.

"At least we're together!" he yells back, barely audible from the rain.

His grip tightens as you two make your way towards a small shop with an overhead, metal awning. His warmth feels you up inside with giddiness, trying your best to contain yourself as to not spoil the moment.

You two quickly make it to the awning, standing much closer than usual, fingers still interlocked as raindrops slowly crawl off of one another. Sheltered now, you expect him to pull apart, but he holds his grasp onto you.

Looking down at your hands tangled together, you notice Jaafar settling back in and realizing, too.

"Sorry, the rain just came so quick," he defends, a smirk tugging at his luscious lips, his curls dampening cutely onto his forehead.

"No, I like this," you reassure quickly.

Jaafar laughs and just stares out before him, you following pursuit as you two stand together, interlinked with one another watching the rain.

This was it. The touch you had been yearning for.

And it couldn't be more perfect.