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𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 ❤︎ anxiety, protective jaafar, both of you being clingy.. jaafar as your sexy and devoted fiancé.. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟! with sexual references.
you were the it girl of manhattan, born into luxury as the daughter of a major fashion designer. you had millions of followers on your socials, a new modelling contract, great people around you, and you glowed from the inside out, always priding yourself on your confidence. recently however, you’d been getting endless abuse from girls online, jealous of your long-term relationship with jaafar jackson, especially since you were now his fiancée. usually hate never got to you, but you were only human, and tonight you were uncharacteristically nervous to attend the michael premiere. you knew that this event was going to triple the amount of hate you’d already been getting while you anticipated jaafar’s inevitable title as the it boy of next month. however, you had no need to worry, because your man was prepared to devote himself entirely to ensuring you felt as comfortable as possible on the red carpet.
⟡ ۫ . ✉️ — 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑎𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑙 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔, you were sitting in the back of your chauffeured limo beside your handsome fiancé, en route to the los angeles premiere of his new film. jaafar had worked so incredibly hard to honour his uncle through such a dedicated creative medium, and you couldn't wait to see the final product, along with everyone's reactions. you'd both been excitedly anticipating this night for many months—or rather, throughout the entire process, the four years it had taken to create the movie before it had finally been ready for release.
but the closer it came to the night itself, you noticed you were feeling unusually anxious, and while the feeling was out of the ordinary for you—being so used to public events like these—you knew exactly what had produced the emotion. four weeks ago, jaafar had proposed to you, on what you now considered to be the best day of your life, and not long after, you'd shared the news on instagram with a picture of the gorgeous rock on your finger, and the beautiful landscape he'd chosen as the backdrop to the treasured moment. most of what you saw online were happy, supportive responses to your engagement, but it was very hard to ignore the loud minority—those women hiding behind anonymous accounts to attack you with relentless comments on your looks and your character, simply because they wanted the man you had the privilege of calling your own.
jaafar wasn't yet the huge star you knew he was about to become. he was of course known of by name, and known more closely by fans of the jacksons, but since the film hadn't been released yet, it startled you to see such harsh levels of anonymous aggression. you tried to remind yourself that while indeed the hate was harsh, it really was just a loud minority, and you also reminded yourself that what they were saying wasn't even true anyway, therefore you shouldn't pay it any mind. they loved to say that you were using jaafar for his connections—despite the fact that you very much had more than enough connections and wealth of your own—and they also loved to pick at every supposed 'defect' of your appearance, telling you jaafar wasn't actually in love with you and was just stringing you along. but you knew what they said was bullshit, so why did you still find yourself affected?
you hadn't wanted to tell jaafar about the hate—you felt it was too embarrassing firstly, and secondly you didn't want to burden him with anything like that, conscious that it might make him feel bad. however, he eventually found out anyway, because he saw you scrolling through some comments one night in bed, and he gave you the space to vent to him about how you felt. then, once that emotional catharsis was over, he made the sweetest love to you, telling you how perfect you are, reminding you of all that you deserve. that night, you fell asleep crushed peacefully in his warm embrace, and he had dozed off into his slumber believing he had resolved all your anxieties.
except, that was two weeks ago, and still they nagged at you in the back of your mind. the evening before the premiere, while you were cuddled up on the couch watching tv, you told him again that you were nervous. and just as before, you felt stupid for having to admit it and for burdening him with a worry he clearly couldn't fix for you. but you had always felt so safe with jaafar—he never ever judged you, and that evening he made a promise to try to keep you as relaxed and supported as possible on the night that followed. throughout the event, he would have to answer questions from reporters, meet with his coworkers and his family, but he would do his utmost to keep you protected with his presence.
and now, while you sat with him in the limo, just a few minutes from hollywood boulevard, he made sure you understood that.
you were wearing a white dress adorned with intricate silver beadwork, and the gown hugged your figure perfectly, as it was a dior gown designed specifically for you. a sculpted sweetheart neckline framed your shoulders, and your sheer crystal-embellished sleeves made you feel like you were in an old hollywood movie. your hair and makeup looked perfect, topped with diamond earrings. everything was, at least outwardly, in alignment. beside you, jaafar wore saint laurent, a handsome black suit that you already couldn't wait to get him out of.
as you stared out of the dimmed window, deciding to people-watch to distract yourself, you couldn't decide how you felt. after all, they always say that anxiety and excitement have the same effect on the nervous system, so it's not always easy to tell which is which.
of course, jaafar noticed your emotional disconnect. he'd had his hand on your inner thigh the whole journey, thumb consistently rubbing gentle circles—barely there, but so soothing. he mostly looked ahead, but you'd been quieter than usual—the two of you were normally always laughing and smiling—so he guessed easily that your worries were on your mind, and turned to look at you.
"hey," he whispered, squeezing your thigh softly. you felt the squeeze, but the whisper went unnoticed, and your system registered the touch itself as mere unconscious movement on jaafar's part, so you remained in your own world, still gazing out of the window.
"baby," he said a little louder.
you turned your head, raising your brows. "yeah, j?"
"how are you feeling?" jaafar asked sincerely, his soft eyes searching yours.
you took a deep breath, but the exhale came out strained. "i'm good. just, uh... thinking about all those people that are gonna be out there." you chuckled to yourself, looking down at your freshly manicured nails and the ring that adorned that particular finger on your left hand.
"that's never bothered you before," he smiled. "i've always been the shy one."
you looked at him again, wordlessly returning a small smile.
"it's still bothering you?" jaafar asked gently. "you're still worried what they might say?"
another difficult breath. how stupid for you to feel this way.
"well..." you started. "it's just... i think that from now on everything's just gonna be heightened, you know? every time a male celebrity blows up on the internet, the woman they're with gets slaughtered."
jaafar bit his lip, hating that you had to feel that way, but also hesitant to agree with your so certain prospect that he would become the next it boy on the internet. you always made him very aware of how attractive he was, but he was naturally shy, therefore admitting to it and believing that he could ever be the object of millions of women's desires didn't come as such an obvious possibility to him.
"okay, listen to me," he lowered his tone and took your hand, maintaining eye contact, "if that does happen, it has no impact on you unless you let it. you're the strongest woman i know, and i also know that you're worth way more than any of these trolls on the internet."
you opened your mouth to respond, although you weren't sure what exactly you meant to say.
"do you understand me?" he asked, running his thumb over your knuckles.
god, he looked so beautiful.
"yeah," you nodded. "i really don't know why i care. it's so not like me. and i also don't want it to seem like there's any part of me that doesn't want you to succeed—like as if i'm 'dreading' your fame because of what it might do to me."
"no, i know that's not what you're thinking," he assured, and at that you felt a little more relieved.
"i'll probably be fine after tonight," you sighed. "i guess i just struggle to enjoy myself when there's something on my mind, even if i try to push it away. and when we get home tonight, you need to lock away my phone and hold me hostage, seriously." you chuckled softly. "i cannot read anything about myself, at least not before tomorrow."
"alright, i'm on board with that plan," jaafar nodded, that beautiful smile lighting up his face once again. "and..." he leaned to whisper in your ear, "if you find yourself out there tonight thinking about what they might say, just remember who had my dick for three hours straight last night."
your mouth flew open in surprise, giggling at his words. "j..."
"and," he kissed your cheek, continuing to whisper, "remember who's gonna get it all night tonight..." a kiss to your jaw... "for however long she wants..." another cheek kiss, while you struggled to contain your bashful blush... "and in as many positions as she wants."
then he held your jaw and angled your face, kissing your lips softly. "yeah? you hear me?" he raised his brows, a light smirk playing on his pretty features.
your giddy expression satisfied him enough. you were his girl—always—and it didn't matter what anyone else said because you were always going to be the one getting that dick every night.
"i do hear you," you grinned, "loud and clear."
"good." he pecked your lips again, and wrapped an arm around your waist. "now, if you feel even the slightest bit anxious, hold my hand, alright baby?"
you nodded.
"in fact, no—forget that. as long as you're beside me, i'm gonna be holding you in one way or another." he squeezed your thigh again. "does that make you feel a little better?"
"yes," you smiled and kissed him, already feeling a lot better, actually.
you had now arrived at your destination, the vehicle coming to a halt. your chauffeur stepped out and walked around to open the door for the two of you. it was you who stepped out first, and jaafar followed, helping guide your gown as you stood up. it flowed into an ethereal train that swept across the carpet.
immediately, you were met with flashing lights, cameras everywhere from every angle, shouts of your name and of jaafar's from paparazzi and from fans. you were a star in front of the camera, and behind you your man couldn't hide the wide smile on his face because he knew it too.
while you'd been feeling so anxious beforehand, now that you were in the spotlight again—the object of each camera flash—you effortlessly brought your natural confidence to the forefront. hand in hand with jaafar, diamond ring displayed to the excitement of those with the cameras and microphones, you walked across the red carpet with pride. you posed for what felt like a million pictures, some with jaafar and some solo, relishing in the glam of it all.
and for the duration, jaafar would not leave you untouched. he held your waist for the photos, held your hand whenever you walked, and when you both stood aside after the initial photos, he treated you like a princess, forgetting about all the people around, and the people he needed to be talking to.
you were both standing out of the way of the paparazzi's cameras, though still very much in direct view of all the fans recording. you had the fans in mind as you stood there, and so did jaafar, but he was thinking about how their videos would be the perfect opportunity to display publicly how much he adored you, to say a big fuck you to anyone who actually believed you weren't the light of his life.
you both couldn't stop smiling and blushing as you looked at each other, as he wrapped an arm around your waist protectively and rubbed his thumb over your cheek. "my baby..."
"j, people are looking," you blushed, resting your wrists on his shoulders, but really you loved being treated like a princess in public by the man who was so reserved and shy with everyone else.
"yeah, they are," he repeated unfazed, pressing a kiss to your nose. "let them look, angel." then he started pressing quick, ticklish kisses from your forehead to your chin as you giggled in his arms.
you sighed happily, and he only smiled wider. "you're fucking beautiful, sweetheart... there's nobody like you."
the two of you were lost in your own world, fully aware of the extremely public space you were in but uncaring all the same.
you were disrupted eventually by a woman's voice, a reporter from variety who called you both over. you hadn't expected a dual interview tonight, being that the premiere was of jaafar's movie, which you had nothing to do with, but at the same time it was hardly surprising that some reporters would prioritise couple talk over anything of relevance to the film itself.
"hello, mr jackson and soon-to-be mrs jackson!" the reporter grinned, directing her gaze to your ring, as you expected.
jaafar had his arm tight around your waist, rubbing those soothing circles over your hip through your dress. he smiled brightly at the mention of the name mrs jackson, and so did you.
"you both look great tonight, and i must say [Y/N] that dress looks incredible on you."
"oh, thank you so much!" you beamed. you truly did look insane.
"goes perfectly with that rock on your finger. the star of the show," the lady said, gesturing for you to show it to the camera, and you had no shame in doing so.
"yes, thank you, but the real star is this man right here," you smiled, leaning your head on jaafar's shoulder for a moment.
he laughed, pulling you in closer and fighting the urge to kiss you, because that wouldn't be appropriate for an interview. "my number one fan."
"you two are a truly beautiful couple. [Y/N], i imagine you're very proud of jaafar tonight. how have you enjoyed watching the process of your fiancé honouring michael's legacy in this way?"
"oh, it's been a blessing to watch." you turned to him briefly with a proud smile. "i am incredibly proud, i can't even explain. we started dating around the time he first got the role, and i remember clearly how hesitant he was in the beginning to take on something with so much importance—"
"yeah, the pressure was an immensely difficult thing to deal with, especially in the beginning," jaafar added.
"so to see first-hand how much he's grown during the process of filming this movie, how he has succeeded in embodying michael better than anyone could... it's the most beautiful thing to witness."
"oh, that's very sweet of you," jaafar murmured playfully.
the reporter continued. "jaafar, we are all eagerly anticipating tonight's premiere, and i think we can all agree that it will most likely be the biggest movie of the year. i expect your whole family will be just as proud, and you already have your fiancé's seal of approval," she smiled.
"yeah," he chuckled. "i'm really looking forward to everybody seeing the movie. i put a crazy amount of effort into this role—it's probably the most important thing i'll ever do—so i really hope i represented my uncle in the way he deserves."
you held his hand that was still resting on your hip and squeezed it comfortingly.
"i can't imagine how difficult it must have been, but i bet it feels very satisfying now that all the hard work has paid off," the reporter replied.
"yeah, definitely. although, i do have part two to focus on now," he laughed, "so the hard work isn't over yet."
"oh yes—this film only covers the first half of his life, correct?"
"yes, there's way too much to fit into just one movie, so there will be a part two. that's in early development right now."
"well, you'll certainly be busy for a while longer then?"
"yeah, i will be. we don't know how long it's gonna take, but we're looking forward to getting started."
"alright, thank you for talking to us today—i wish you both a great night," she grinned. "you look like you can't keep your hands off of each other."
the two of you exchanged a glance and laughed, a little shyly, but still remained effectively cuddled up together.
"thank you," you both said in unison, before walking away to head in the direction of the rest of the cast. they all greeted you and jaafar, and then you both went over to say hello to all the members of his family that had attended. whenever jaafar was stood by you, he had his arm linked into yours, always checking in on you to make sure you were feeling okay, but he had already succeeded in relaxing you. now you could enjoy the night as you wished, feeling peaceful in the certain knowledge that you were going to be marrying the man who was about to deliver the most phenomenal talent to the world.
if you had to deal with more jealous fangirls, then so be it. you and jaafar would laugh at the nonsense they spouted, and you'd each pity them for leading such sad lives. because of course you wanted the whole world to talk about jaafar jeremiah jackson, your baby—your one true love. he deserved the adoration, even if it also came with a few negatives.
as you walked out of the theatre with him that night, you shed a tear reflective of your immense pride, and cuddled him so close during your ride home. then when you got back to your hotel, he gave it to you so good all night just like he promised, and set a camera up so that you could watch his display of affection back if ever you felt any doubt or worry again...
𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ thanks for reading! stay tuned for more jaafar content... xx
a part of me mourns the idea of michael being this big or an indie film director, and actor. we already know how talented he is, especially, in a way, behind the screen.
