#roommate!reader

jaafar seeing you go out for girl’s night

(OvO) “Where you going?” “It’s girl’s night out!”

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“Fuck yes!” You exclaimed happily, and why were you this happy?

Because it’s a girl’s night and you were sooo fucking ready to get ready, party, dance with your girls, and probably drink some margaritas.

You had put on some gold jewelry, a nice black dress that hung nicely on your figure, along with a nice gold necklace.

You put on your favorite heels that make it just perfect for the outfit.

Meanwhile, Jaafar was cooking dinner, and he didn’t know that you were gonna be gone for the night. He suddenly smells the perfume he bought you. It’s that rich Versace perfume he bought you when you both were shopping last week.

Turning around, he almost dropped the wooden spoon he was using for some pasta sauce.

“Whoa..” he said, shocked, his cheeks heated up seeing how beautiful you looked. He turned around fully, moving to lean against the countertop by the stove that’s on minimum high.

“How do I look?” You asked with a very small smile, giving him a small twirl.

How do you look? If Jaafar could, he would’ve told you, “You look like every word that could describe beauty. “

“You look... wow, you look beautiful.” He said softly, more softly than he intended to. But it already made you smile bashfully.

“Thanks, J.” You spoke in the tone that meant you truly appreciated it. Jaafar could only nod.

You both ended up staring at each other, embracing the silence before you looked behind him with a small chuckle.

“Jaafar, the sauce?” You said, pointing over his shoulder. Jaafar’s eyes widened as he turned around.

“Oh shit!” He turned off the stove and moved the pasta sauce that had almost burned.

Laughing, Jaafar ran a hand through his curls before looking at you again. “Where are you going anyway?”

“Oh, I have a girls' night tonight.” You said simply, tilting your weight to your other foot.

Jaafar nodded, taking in why you were so dolled up. “Want me to uh, drop you off?” He asked. Trying to act like he isn’t trying to grab more time with you, despite now fixing the pasta sauce and pouring it over the pasta.

“It’s okay, one of my girls is outside.”

Jaafar pressed his lips into a thin line, but you didn’t see it, of course. He turned the stove off and took off his apron.

“Let me just escort you down.” He said quickly, afraid of his voice letting out the feeling he had.

You raised a brow as Jaafar quickly walked past you and opened the door to the shared condo you both live in.

“You sure?” You questioned, “You seemed pretty busy making the pasta.”

“Nonsense, it’s my duty as your roommate to make sure you’re safe,” Jaafar said with a smile, watching how you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“Okay then.” You said softly, walking past him as he then closed the door.

Just one more minute.

(=´∀｀) jaafar waiting for you to come home

You, y/n l/n, have a job that makes you work late at night from 10 pm to 1 am. Basically, two to three hours as a waiter.

You hummed, bussing down a table that held a family of four.

You wondered what Jaafar is probably doing, probably having his management team schedule another meeting for an interview or an ambush at a movie theater.

“Hey, table fifteen needs you to serve them.” Your work friend said. Holding up her own tray as she pats your back.

“On it.” You replied back, you finished cleaning the table, and walked off.

If only you knew.

Jaafar was waiting at home for you. It was now 11 pm. At a certain hour and routine, he would check his phone to see if you would text him. Keeping him updated.

He could’ve been talking to his friends, catching up on random shows.

But here he is just sitting on the couch, you would’ve been sitting with him while watching some cheesy black sitcom you loved.

He finally couldn’t hold it back when the time read 11:30, he texted you.

Jaafar

How’s work going?

Are you doing well?

No text back from you, this only made Jaafar second-guess that maybe he was just being too clingy to his own friend that he’s emotionally attached to.

He set his phone down, walking to the kitchen before his phone dinged. He tripped over his foot after hearing the ding. He got up straight before grabbing his phone, which he had set on the couch.

Cutie roomie❤️

Works are going well, surprisingly, and even more, I’m doing well despite being tired

You texted back, and he smiled as he texted back.

Jaafar

Sounds like it's going well

Cutie roomie❤️

Har har, why are you even up right now?

Jaafar

Because I’m a grown adult???

Cutie roomie❤️

Okay bud 🫩

And it ended just like that, with him smiling at his phone like a teenage boy all over again.

Aftermath— Jaafar was sleeping on the couch when you came in quietly. You snickered softly at the sight of Jaafar sleeping on the couch. You put the blanket that was neatly folded over him.

(＞人＜;) Jaafar picking you up from work

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It’s late at night, on the brink of midnight, the restaurant seemed to be slowly dying, with customers leaving and coworkers.

You checked your phone, seeing a text from your roommate.

J❤️

I’m coming over to get you.

You could only smile before tucking your phone back into your pocket. You only had at least twenty minutes til he picked you up.

Your friend Jennie was talking to you while you bit your cheek, counting the minutes.

She paused on the tea she was spilling on how about someone who got their baby momma pregnant again. “Y/n?? Girl, are you even listening to me??” She asked. Raising a brow as you gave a sheepish look.

“If you want the real answer, no… I’m just tryna go home and sleep.” You respond honestly. Jennie couldn't help but laugh.

“I can’t blame you, girly, me too. Who’s picking you up, though?”

“My roommate.”

“The one that you keep hidden??” She questioned with a smirk, leaning against the counter of the reception.

Your eyes go wide before you swat her arm. “Oh, shush!” You hissed playfully.

Grabbing your jacket, you feel a buzz against your back pocket. Pulling it out, you see another text from Jaafar.

J❤️

I’m outside

You

Bettt

You quickly waved bye to your friend, and she waved back with a grin. When exiting the restaurant, you saw the black SUV. Jaafar quickly got out of the driver's seat, giddy with a smile on his face when seeing you.

“There you are,” he said softly, approaching you in a hug. You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck while his arms were around your waist.

“Hey.” You said, feeling relieved in his hug. Jaafar’s hands went from your waist to your hips, leaving you to make space. “Let’s go home.” You said simply, having Jaafar chuckle.

He led you back to the car, a gentle hand on your lower back. He opened the passenger door and closed it before going back to the driver's seat and driving off.

You liked being picked up by Jaafar.

Jaafar with his roommate that’s younger than he thought, it’s a twenty year old college student who literally never was good with people and didn’t have a good relationship with their parents. Jaafar is also awkward cause whoa he’s almost thirty and this is ‘kid’ is twenty years olds almost a whole decade younger than him. Things go from awkward to “oh you’re just an awkward little guy.” Jaafar goes from to just your roommate to “I’m practically your older brother” in the span of ten months. He pays for your tuition, he pays for your school books. You try to decline it but then you’ll feel guilty and feel bad for turning him down. He then takes you to meet his family and you’re immediately treated as one of them. Guess you’re a Jackson now.

(^з^)-☆ “aww I feel so spoiled!” “You are.” “Shut up.”

If being spoiled were a crime, you’d be arrested.

And it wouldn’t be your fault!

It’ll be Jaafar’s fault, you tell yourself it’s just him taking care of you. But to others, it’s just him spoiling you.

He pays for your clothes, shoes, and items you may want for your side of the shared apartment. Hell, he even takes you both out for a nice dinner.

You say to your friends who don’t know much about him cause hello why would you tell them that a Jackson, from THE Jackson family is your roommate?

They made jokes about how you're friends with a ‘sugar daddy’, but that’s not true.

He’s more like a best friend that cares for you and… omg he spoils you.

You realized he spoiled you rotten when you actually grabbed his card without a single thought cause you asked if you could buy some Chinese food.

A simple, “Of course, go grab my card.” And you went to get it. If this were the you from earlier when you met him, you would’ve hesitated before using your own card.

But now it’s his and YOUR card now.

When you put the pin down to pay for your Chinese food. Jaafar smiles whilst looking at you. You turned to catch his stare, raising a brow.

“You do know I’m like… using your card right???” You questioned, not believing how he could just spoil you and TRUST you this easily.

Jaafar raised a brow, “Yes? I told you to get my card.”

“Yeah but… never mind.” You just gave up before putting his card up. Your face must have made it easy for Jaafar to read as he sat up straight.

“Y/n, I trust you enough to use my card responsibly. I care for you and I want to care for you as long as I have you by my side.” He said, his eyes were soft while looking at you who paused. You stood still before smiling with a full flushed expression.

“Awww I feel so spoiled!” You said, not knowing his words held more than the platonic relationship you have with him.

Jaafar chuckles, “You are.”

“Shut up.” You said quickly, sitting beside Jaafar ready to wait for the food.

Aftermath— when eating your orange chicken, your chicken fell off the plastic fork. Hitting your thigh. You scoffed, before Jaafar grabbed the chicken with a napkin and threw it away. “I could've still eaten it. It didn’t fall on the floor.” You said, while the male beside you wiped the orange seasoning from your bare thigh. “You’re so nasty.” “And you’re so…. Uh, shut up.”

A/n: idk if you guys like the lil ‘aftermath’ things but I do cause it adds more things for me to add.

(´-ω-`) you and him having matching bonnets

genre: funny fluff || jaafar yearning for you

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You smiled, opening up the door of the shared condo you lived in with the most known new celebrity crush that’s your dear friends.

You hummed, grabbing the small box as the said celebrity was behind you confused.

“What did you get?” Jaafar asked, seeing you grab some kitchen scissors and open the box.

“You gon see..” you smiled, devilishly as Jaafar chuckled.

“Okay.”

He hovered over you, you couldn’t even try to cover his view. He’s taller than you obviously. But what he saw made his eyes widen.

You had two matching printed bonnets.

“We finna match and watch movies together!!” You exclaimed happily when you turned around to face Jaafar, who just smiled now.

That smile fell as he now has the bonnet on, looking like an auntie at a family gathering ready to cuss children out. Meanwhile, you laughed, trying to adjust his bonnet. You already had your on. Your hair neatly covered.

Jaafar’s resting bitch face melted when you were in front of him, smiling as he smelled that cocobutter you had smothered on your body after the hot shower you took this night.

He closed his eyes instead, just relaxing in this moment. Breathing slowly but calmly when your presence was closer.

That ended abruptly when you smacked his head.

“Ow!” He yelled, rubbing the back of his head. He looked at you in a playful offended face.

“You were sniffing me.” You spoke, smirking.

“I—“ he wanted to lie, but he felt his cheeks burn before hiding his face against your neck.

He just wanted to smell like you….

(=´∀｀)人(´∀｀=) “you’re so clingy to me..” “am I?” “Yes you are.”

genre: soft fluff || and they were roommates

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You wore your simple sleepwear, Jaafar had his face in the pudge of your stomach, not having a damn care in the world.

Outside he's Jaafar Jackson, the nephew of Michael Jackson, the king of pop, and now he’s famous thanks to him doing his uncle’s biopic.

But in the shared condo that feels like home thanks to you. He’s just Jaafar and your roommate who can’t keep his hands to himself.

You yawned, closing your eyes before opening them. It’s a calm night with Jaafar napping against your stomach. His eyes closed and his curls were messy.

You didn’t want to get up, but you were soooo fucking tired and wanted to get in your own bed instead of the nice couch that’s in [fav.color] since Jaafar wanted you to be comfortable.

“J, get up.” You said softly, cupping his sleepy face. His half awake as he mumbled but got up. You immediately yawned again, not noticing that Jaafar didn’t just move to the other side of the couch. No.

This motherfucker literally followed you. Half dazed with sleep, he followed you to your bedroom. You lay down with a soft sigh before you felt the bed creak on the other side of your bed.

There, Jaafar was now knocked out, snoring against one of your plushies. You glanced over with a clear, “what the hell” face.

“Jaafar, get out of my bed.” You said, pushing his shoulder gently. He didn’t budge before still snoring softly. You pushed his shoulder a little harder now. Jaafar just hummed, not caring.

“You’re so clingy to me..” you said, voice raspy with sleep before closing your eyes. Jaafar opened one of his hands. Grabbing your hand that was pushing his shoulder. He intertwined your hands together.

“Am I?”Jaafar just squeezed your hand, smiling tiredly.

You smiled. “Yes, you are.”

You both fell asleep holding hands, enjoying the peace in the silent home you both shared.

(o_o) “why’d you put your jacket on me?” “Cause he stares too much.” “Jaafar.”

Content: Jealous!jaafar || guy friend use to be an old fling

It was just a party and an old fling that you’re still friends with.

Most people won’t even be friends with their old flings, it’s too messy and dramatic.

But you? You won’t let any man make it awkward, assert dominance, make him know that you aren’t just gonna let it be weird.

So when you told Jaafar you’ll be hanging out with some friends, you accidentally mentioned that guy.

Well actually you didn’t MENTION him, he just overheard you on the phone as you walked into the bathroom on your side of the condo.

“Yeah Devon will be there apparently..” you said, applying your vanilla scented perfume along with cocobutter lotion across your melanin skin.

Jaafar had a hand on the doorframe with a small frown. “Devon?” He questioned, watching how you glanced at him.

“Uh yeah? I mean it’s like a friend hangout anyway.” You spoke, turning towards him, letting that sweet rich vanilla smell hit his nose.

Jaafar pressed his lips into a thin line before nodding. “I’ll drop you off there.”

“Jaafar, you do not—”

“I want to.” He said, interrupting you. He walked off, leaving you to tell your bestie that’ll you will be there.

Hearing the keys jingle, you sighed leaving the bathroom.

And that’s how you’re here now, in Jaafar’s black SUV. Legs crossed whilst Jaafar looked at the GPS before his eyes glanced at you who was texting.

“You sure you and Devon aren’t like… talking?” He says low, not in a bad kind of low, just not sure.

“Devon and I are just friends. I was the one who turned him down J. I’ll be fine.”

Jaafar nodded at your words, he didn’t know why, actually yes he did. He just didn’t feel good about the fact that some guy that you had a ‘relationship’ with was at a party.

He turned across the corner and you looked up from your phone to see the house decorated with party streamers. You tapped at the window, signaling this was the place.

Jaafar pulled up at the house, he got out swiftly and let you out. You smiled, giving him a soft ‘thank you.’ Jaafar couldn’t help but give you a smile.

“Be safe, text me when you want me to come or just pick you up,” Jaafar says, his voice soft, glancing into your eyes.

“Of course I will.”

Jaafar looked behind him towards the house, seeing a guy drinking from a red Solo cup. Staring you down, acting as if Jaafar didn’t exist.

Before you know it, Jaafar took off the jacket he had taken before leaving the condo with you. He put it over your shoulders.

You raised a brow before talking, “Why’d you put your jacket on me?”

“Cause he stares too much,” Jaafar replied, gesturing with his head subtly to the guy he knew was Devon while you narrow your eyes.

“Jaafar.”

Jaafar just smiled before kissing the temple of your head and getting back to his car while you gasped.

“Jaafar!” You yelled, flushed even though you liked the small kiss. You know he was chuckling as he drove off.

Jaafar already left his mark on you.