. 𖥔 ݁ ┆ platonic jaafar jackson & reader
౿┆summary : nearing the end of filming for the michael sequel, you've been extremely emotional, especially considering you're a producer, you're practically a part of it. lucky for you, jaafar's always around.
౿┆fluff, female reader, childhood friend jaafar, reader is michael's goddaughter, written in third person pov, no use of 'y/n', reader is mentioned to be an actress/singer.
cry was all she could do the past few weeks.
it seemed pathetic to her, but at the same time, this was a huge deal, working as a producer for this movie was a blessing. she couldn't have asked for anything more fulfilling than to work on her own godfather's biopic.
what was more exciting was that her best friend, michael's own nephew, was playing him. honestly, they couldn't have asked for a better role. he was amazing.
she was something of an actress herself, but she preferred singing, ever since she was younger, it's what she's always wanted to be, just like her godfather.
he would've been proud. there was no doubt about that.
he would've been proud of both her and jaafar, of course. that's what made her so emotional.
she'd helped work on the first movie for a while, which is also where she met juliano for the first time, he adored her, whilst her on the other hand thought he was just plain adorable.
jaafar was a different subject. she'd known him since they were kids together. growing up with him was definitely a story, one she'd 100% be happy to tell.
the correct term would be 'god-cousin' for both of them, even though they felt much more like siblings than just friends.
he was practically her brother in all but blood.
michael had always felt like a second father to her, so it kind of fits.
wrapping up the sequel's filming, she'd been crying. a lot.
especially since they were filming the this is it era, which is where she actually knew michael. so, the memories came flooding back in.
she was sitting on one of the stage steps, her face was still a bit stained from earlier even though her tear streaks had dried.
jaafar then came up, and sat next to her.
"how're you feeling?" he asked.
she sniffled, smoothing out the dryness that her tears had left on her skin. "better." she replied, still looking down at the floor. "sorry for being so.. emotional.”
"don't apologize. i'm sure a lot of people here understand," jaafar reassured. "i know i do."
she looked over at him, nodding her head. "o’course i do." she said.
her lips curled up into a smile. and he smiled back.
god, he really did smile like his uncle.
she’d seen jaafar preform a lot of michael’s songs from the first movie, and leading up to the second one.
and hearing earth song, which was the last song michael preformed, she lost it.
there she was. tears, again. completely breaking down. she hadn’t seen michael preform this specific bit herself, but hearing it was still painful.
she could tell a lot of other people on set had the same reaction as her. it was michael’s last rehearsal, and the last day of filming.
she was grieving a lot, practically going through the five stages of grief. there wasn’t really anything she could do to stop her emotions from getting the better of her, all she could do was cry and grieve.
some people would say that it’s ‘not a big deal, it’s only a movie’. but to her, it wasn’t. she knew michael, since she was little, she’s always looked up to him, she loved him as if he were her family. truth be told, he really was.
and so, hours after filming, she was still battling with her emotions, sitting on the stairs outside of the building.
jaafar walked over, and sat down next to her. “hey,” he said.
she pursed her lips into a thin line, attempting to force a smile, which didn’t work.
jaafar noticed, yet he remained silent.
she ducked her head down, she could feel her throat closing up, a familiar feeling she got every time she was about to break down into tears.
“i’m—” her voice wavered, she was about to apologize again, but there was really no point. “i just—god, i miss him. i miss him so much.”
she’d been crying all day, she thought she looked absolutely pathetic and miserable.
jaafar wrapped his arm around her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder at an attempt to soothe her. lucky for him, it was working.
instinctively, she leaned her head on his shoulder, something she always did ever since they were young.
“i do too.” he uttered softly.
slowly, she lifted her head, wiping her tears with her sweater sleeve, which had already been stained unsurprisingly.
then—she smiled, a genuine, tender smile. and he mirrored it.
"thanks, j," she said. "honestly, i don't know what i'd do without you."
truly, she really didn't.
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