saint!

mrs jackson

[saintwrld]

- 🖇️𖥻 [ 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 ] 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜!

🪽 #SAINT , 21, black girl, south african, fangirl!

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟmy interests!: beyonce, lewis hamilton, the jacksons, tyla, monaleo, tennis, spirituality, cool shit!

f1 blog: @saintslewis

˗ˋˏ my rules ˎˊ- i write for black readers, mainly fem. don’t come on my page being weird. racism, misogyny, sexism, incest, zionism etc is not allowed. MDNI 18+.

requests are always open!

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[saintwrld]

pretty boy 🥹❤️

[saintwrld]

i hate talking about twitter on here but i hate how guilters find their way through everything. an announcement for coleman’s adaptation of princess and the frog came out today and ofc people do fan casts because it’s fun!

all i’v been seeing is m*donna stans and film pricks calling him ugly and “not fit for naveen”. a racially ambiguous character who had no actual ethnicity except for his name giving a hint.

(it’d actually make more sense for a nigga named jaafar to play naveen- MOVING ALONG)

it just really hurt me seeing those stupid tweets of them basically bullying jaafar today because that man has never been ugly. then guilters are under comments saying stupid shit like ughhh!!! i’ve blocked and reported but it still makes me mad. people are taking this fan casting shit wayyyy too seriously because we’re all just having fun!!! i’m irritated but at least i’m standing with jaafar and he could come to my house for comfort- who said that???

[doleuia]

and if you fw @ebonymuse/michaelmuse stay off my blog, im not fw that pretending to be black bc you want clout or whatever tf ! there should be no reason why i wanna check ppls pages now to see if their black writers or not bc mfs dont wanna be themselves!!! + if ur gonna turn the blind eye to this situation and keep reading her fics do not interact with me, block me.

it makes no sense why people are still supporting this weird ass bitch n this weird shit like im disappointed if u are black and still choosing to read, support, or reblog her shit where she writes to portray blk ppl (allegedly) either way that shit is very mf coon and there are better black writers than her that dont have to cosplay to have readers/fans

and no idgaf about no mf apology my people have went thru centuries of oppression, micro aggression, racism, + more just for a lil white bitch to cosplay as us bc what she thought ts was aesthetic??? wrong bitch, not fw it!

[multifandomposts-blog]

[saintwrld]

i hope tumblr take down that person’s page for writing about the jacksons like that

[saintwrld]

i’m free from tumblr’s bs. new ficccc in an hourrr

[siighrns]

Heyyy girl , don’t know if u got to see my request but I was requesting a jermajesty fic where reader goes to meet his family and when she meets his brothers she realizes that her and jaafar had made out a few years back at a party and jermajesty gets jealous 😩😩. I know ur gonna write it soo well

JEALOUS. part one.

ꔛ pairing — bf!jermajesty jackson 𝓍 ƒ!reader

೯ warning: black reader intended, usage of y/n, jealous jermajesty, some suggestive themes but not really, smut in part two so mdni.

the sun beat down without mercy, warming the pavement beneath your feet as you walked hand in hand with jermajesty up the long driveway of the hayvenhurst residence. your fingers rested in his, but he could feel the slight tremble you couldn't quite hide. every step toward the sprawling tudor style home made the knot in your stomach pull tighter.

it was your first time meeting the rest of his family after months of dating. you had already met his sister through your internship at the music publishing and tech company where she worked, but this was different. this was everyone. the people who had known him long before you did, the people whose opinions mattered whether anyone admitted it or not.

"you alright, ma?" jermajesty's voice was gentle, bringing you back to the present.

your gaze drifted away from the house and back to him. you offered a small smile and nodded, hoping that would be enough.

it wasn't.

he knew you too well already.

without saying anything else, he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before leaning down to press a soft kiss against the top of your head. the simple gesture eased your nerves for all of five seconds as the two of you climbed the front steps.

jermajesty barely had the chance to knock before the front door flew open.

genevieve stood there with a bright smile, one hand resting on the shoulder of her son, jola, who wasted no time racing toward the two of you on his tiny legs.

the little boy wrapped himself around your leg in the quickest hug he could manage, making you laugh before you even realized it.

"jolaaaa," you giggled, crouching just enough to ruffle the curls on top of his head. "look at you."

he beamed proudly before hiding behind your leg for a second, peeking out with a grin.

you looked back up at genevieve, your smile still lingering.

"gen, it's so good to—”

the words caught in your throat.

someone stepped into view behind her.

your heart dropped so suddenly it felt like the air had been knocked from your lungs. your pulse pounded in your ears, each beat louder than the last as your eyes locked onto a face you never expected to see again, especially not here.

"j!" jermajesty called with an easy grin.

before you could process what was happening, the two brothers met in the doorway, greeting each other with a dap before pulling into a quick hug.

you couldn't hear a word they were saying.

all you could hear was your own heartbeat.

the memory crashed into you before you had the chance to stop it.

mmm, jaafar.

it had been one stupid party that you never wanted to attend in the first place, dragged there by a friend who insisted you needed to get out of the house. somehow the two of you had ended up tucked away in a quiet corner while the music shook the walls outside. you still remembered the clean scent of his cologne mixing with the warmth of his skin, the softness of his lips brushing against your neck, and the way his hands held you with an impossible kind of familiarity, as though you'd known each other far longer than a single night.

it had been brief, reckless, and never spoken about again.

you had convinced yourself it was buried in the past.

now he stood only a few feet away, smiling at your boyfriend as if nothing had ever happened, while you struggled to keep your expression from giving away your past.

your eyes met his from across the foyer, and for a moment it felt like the room had been drained of all sound. the chatter from the living room, jola's laughter echoing down the hallway, the smell of food coming from the kitchen, it all faded into the background as recognition settled between the two of you.

jaafar looked just as surprised as you felt.

before you could even think of stepping back, he crossed the small distance between you and wrapped you in a quick hug. it wasn't lingering or inappropriate, just familiar enough to make your stomach knot itself into impossible shapes. your body reacted before your mind could catch up, stiffening beneath his arms while your heart pounded so hard you were certain everyone around you could hear it.

as he pulled away, he leaned in ever so slightly, his lips just close enough to your ear that no one else would catch what he said.

"what are you doing here?"

his voice was soft, almost amused by the absurdity of the situation, but there was genuine confusion underneath it. he searched your face for an answer, though neither of you had one to give.

you barely managed a nervous smile before he stepped back as though nothing had happened.

jermajesty's hand found yours almost immediately.

his thumb brushed absentmindedly across your knuckles, a habit he'd picked up whenever he sensed you were anxious, and you hated how guilty it made you feel. he looked between you and jaafar for a second longer than normal, his smile faltering just enough for you to notice.

"gen's told me so much about you," you said, forcing a small laugh as you held your hand out. "i'm y/n."

it sounded ridiculous introducing yourself to someone who already knew exactly who you were.

jaafar understood the game immediately.

he slipped his hand into yours with the same polite smile. "nice to meet you."

the lie settled between you both without another word.

thankfully, genevieve was already ushering everyone further into the house before the silence had the chance to grow uncomfortable.

the afternoon blurred together in the way family gatherings always seemed to. someone had music playing low enough to fill the quiet moments without interrupting conversations, relatives drifted between the backyard and the kitchen with paper plates balanced in their hands, and every few minutes another aunt or cousin stopped you to ask how you and jermajesty had met. everyone welcomed you so effortlessly that under any other circumstance, you would have relaxed within the first hour.

instead, your nerves only seemed to tighten.

every time you convinced yourself you were finally acting normal, you'd catch a glimpse of jaafar somewhere across the yard.

sometimes he was laughing with his brothers and cousins.

sometimes he was helping his aunt, latoya, move chairs around the patio.

sometimes he wasn't doing anything at all.

and somehow, almost every time your eyes found him, his found yours too.

neither of you smiled.

neither of you looked away because there were lingering feelings.

it was something much simpler than that.

it was panic and guilt.

the quiet, mutual realization that one stupid decision made years ago had somehow followed both of you into the last place either of you expected.

jermajesty noticed long before either of you realized he had.

he noticed how your conversations would abruptly end whenever jaafar walked into the room. he noticed the way you'd instinctively look anywhere else whenever his brother stood too close, and how jaafar suddenly became oddly interested in whatever was happening across the house instead of joining everyone else. none of it made sense on its own, but together it formed a pattern that refused to leave the back of his mind.

it sat there for the rest of the afternoon, quietly eating away at him.

later, genevieve asked if you could grab another pitcher of lemonade from the kitchen before dinner. the moment she finished speaking, you were already volunteering.

the house felt blissfully quiet compared to the backyard. you rested both hands on the refrigerator door for a second, letting out a slow breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding before reaching for the pitcher.

"so... we're really pretending we don't know each other?"

his voice came from behind you.

you squeezed your eyes shut.

of course.

turning around slowly, you found jaafar leaning against the counter with his arms folded across his chest. he didn't look smug or amused.

if anything, he looked just as uncomfortable as you felt.

"what else are we supposed to do?" you asked quietly. "tell your brother that we made out at some random party years before i even knew he existed?"

he rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish laugh.

"when you say it out loud, it sounds way worse."

"because it is."

a heavy silence settled between you.

"for what it's worth," he said after a moment, "i wasn't expecting this."

you nodded.

"mhm, me neither.”

before either of you could say another word, footsteps echoed down the hallway.

jermajesty appeared in the doorway carrying an empty serving tray before stopping completely.

his eyes moved from you to jaafar then back to you again.

the silence in the kitchen spoke louder than either of you ever could.

"everything okay?" he asked.

"yeah," you answered a little too fast.

"just talking," jaafar added.

jermajesty's brows pulled together.

"about?"

neither of you answered.

you looked at jaafar, jaafar looked at you.

that tiny exchange was all it took.

"...have you two met before?"

your chest tightened, there wasn't a lie believable enough to save you now.

"...yeah."

his expression shifted almost instantly.

"where?"

"a party," you admitted quietly, unable to meet his eyes.

he waited.

you could almost see the realization piecing itself together in his head.

"...and?"

your throat felt impossibly dry.

"we made out."

the words hung in the air like smoke.

jermajesty didn't react right away.

he simply stared at you, then slowly looked over at jaafar as though hoping one of you would laugh and tell him it was some elaborate joke.

neither of you did.

he let out a slow breath before dragging a hand down his face.

"you're telling me..." he said quietly, "...my girl made out with my brother?"

"before i met you," you answered immediately, taking a small step toward him. "maj, i didn't know he was your brother. i swear, if i had known, i would've told you the second i realized."

jaafar nodded.

"she's telling the truth. it was one night. nothing happened after that."

jermajesty looked between the two of you, his jaw tightening.

he believed you, that was the worst part.

he knew you hadn't cheated on him, he knew neither of you had done anything wrong.

but knowing that didn't stop the jealousy curling tightly around his chest.

he couldn't stop picturing it.

he didn't want to imagine his brother touching you, kissing you, making you laugh the way he did now, but the image forced itself into his mind anyway. he hated it. he hated that he'd never be able to unknow it.

"all day..." he laughed quietly, though there wasn't an ounce of humor in it. "i kept catching you two looking at each other and i thought i was losing my mind."

your eyes filled before you even realized it.

"i wasn't looking because i wanted him."

your voice came out barely above a whisper.

"i was looking because i knew if you found out, it'd hurt you. i've been scared of this conversation since the second i walked through the front door."

his eyes finally met yours.

the jealousy was still there, stubborn and impossible to ignore, but beneath it sat something far heavier.

hurt.

not because he'd lost your trust.

because he'd spent the whole afternoon unknowingly standing between two people who shared a memory he could never erase, no matter how badly he wished it had never happened.

to be continued…

taglist: @redemptioninthe4ethers @jermajestysbaby @michcarrillo02-blog @invinor @strawberrykittymp3 @saintwrld @youluvyanni @melaninjoys @0ffth3walll @mikedotorg @uh444 @j3nnyluvscupc4k3s @kisssmethrudaphone @maczken @areaniee @fawn4u1nonly @princesspluuto @nistxrr @cinnamoncunt

[111-honey]

ESSENCE

SUMMARY ; reader vlogs her & jaafar's first time at wimbledon

CONTAINS ; niche influencer!reader x jaafar jackson, alot of fluff, black reader intended, reader has a sew in, fiancee!reader, suggestive comments, cussing.

NOTES ; you know i had to write the second i saw those pictures. hi shani.

the vlog started off in the bathroom of a hotel room. y/n stood before the camera in a robe with no makeup on and her bonnet still on. "good morning guys. it is currently 8am, me and jaafar just landed in london last night at around 9pm in time for the wimbledon finale tomorrow!" you excitedly said, "i've been watching tennis for a few years now, but this is my first time attending wimbledon so...i'm feeling very grateful, very blessed." you continued speaking as you undid the bow on your bonnet, taking it off to reveal your sew-in underneath.

"i'm gonna have to straighten my leave out again because london heat is insane, it is just so humid and thick, if i don't straighten it my hair will revert the second i step out of this hotel."

jaafar wondered through the back of your vlog; bringing you coffee, talking to you and complimenting you or simply just giving you a quick kiss.

eventually, you finished your hair, makeup and put on your outfit for the day, pairing it with a designer handbag and ballerina slippers. once you had it on you put on all of your jewellery to match, of course starting with your extravagant engagement ring.

"and this is the final look for today. i think it's so chic and classy, i love it." you smiled brightly, holding up your camera towards the mirror. "let's go ahead and get jaafar's reaction." you chuckled, setting the camera back down.

"jaafar, i'm ready!" you called out, playing with the bracelet on your wrist as you anticipated his reaction. seconds later, the bathroom door opened and jaafar's jaw dropped when he saw you looking so beautiful. "baby..." he trailed off, taking your hand and spinning you slowly so he could appreciate the whole look, "you look good." he smirked, pulling you in closer by your waist.

"i look good? you look good!" you rolled your eyes, taking in the sight of him in his custom made suit. "i almost don't wanna leave this hotel room." he muttered, leaving appreciative kisses down your neck, "you smell good too."

"stop." you laughed shyly, turning your head away from both him and the camera, "i'm gonna have to cut this out you're giving me extra work to do!"

"why don't we ever do anything good with this camera?" jaafar asked picking up the camera, facing it towards your shy smile, "i bet we could make some amazing movies on here-"

"jaafar!" you cut him off, snatching your camera back and ending the clip immediately, holding back your laughter.

the next clip consisted of you and jaafar in the car. he was holding your hand and listening to every word you said as you explained to him the tennis rules and how it worked. "today we're watching zverev against sinner. who are we rooting for baby?" you asked jaafar, "sinner, right?" he answered with a hesitant smile and you nodded proudly, "exactly, you got it!"

you continued speaking, looking at jaafar as you spoke but your eyes couldn't help but drift down to the mustache and goatee he had been growing lately. you gently grabbed his chin, stroking it slightly with your thumb, "i like this." you mumbled, "don't shave it."

jaafar chuckled, "yeah? i'll keep it a little while longer for you." he lowly said back, leaning in to kiss you. you smiled softly, kissing him back before pulling away.

"okay guys, we just got here and i wanna try wimbledon's iconic strawberries and cream, so what are we gonna do?" you said, looking up at jaafar, "we're gonna go and get my lady some strawberries and cream." he proudly smiled, looking ahead as he guided you through the crowds of busy people.

"we've still got an hour and a bit before the match starts, so we're gonna get my strawberries, get some champagne and then head over to centre court for the final!" you exclaimed.

the camera cut and the next clip was of you and jaafar sat behind a bar, a glass of champagne besides each of you and the box of strawberries and cream in between you. "let's try it at the same time." you said as you both picked up a strawberry, counting down from three before you tried the fruit in unison. it was silent for a few seconds as you both chewed before glancing at each other and bursting into a fit of laughter, much to the dismay of some other visitors around you.

"it's just some strawberries!" you said to the camera, "like...yeah, they're sweet and the cream is nice...but is it worth the hype? fuck no." you scoffed, an amused smile on your face, jaafar shook his head in disappointment.

after finishing your strawberries, the two of you raised your glasses of champagne, clinking them together before taking a sip.

you held your camera up, showing your seats and the view. "there's the court. i'm so excited." you said from behind the camera. jaafar held his hand out for the camera, "you should take some pictures of yourself before the game starts." you handed him the camera and he pointed it towards you, "let's take a moment to appreciate this view." he teased, "show them the ring, baby."

you giggled, holding up your hand to reveal the heavy rock that sat on your ring finger, "who got you that?" he asked, making you roll your eyes playfully, "i don't know. but when you find him, can you bring him to me because i really wanna thank him, if you know what i mean." you winked before laughing.

jaafar flipped the camera around so that it showed the two of you together in the frame, "he's a lot closer than you think?" he said, not taking his eyes off you once.

"yeah?" you raised an eyebrow, he nodded in response, "yeah." he murmured and you sighed but relented, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek just as the players stepped out, making you pull away excitedly as all of your attention became drawn to the grassy court infront of you.

"well, duty calls guys." jaafar said to the camera, "i hope you enjoyed y/n's day in the life, wimbledon edition." he smiled before ending the video.

TAGLIST : @lovingyeet

[saintwrld]

just know tumblr is the one keeping the fics from y’all because they keep deleting my drafts and i always have one or two at a time

[siighrns]

my tumblr isn’t letting me save any drafts and keeps giving me an error message. it’s been two days now. i can’t post anything. i’m losing my mind.

@tumblr lock in pls.

[saintwrld]

give me a couple of hours to write these two things. oh wimbledon!jaafar, you’ll always be special to me dada

[saintwrld]

and yes, i WILL be writing about Wimbledon Jaafar. look how sexy dada looks

[saintwrld]

man fuck it, let me write like a maniac so y’all won’t resort to such

[saintwrld]

wdym someone was cosplaying being a black women and was writing black!reader and whole time they’re white???? on michaelblr/jaafarblr??????

[saintwrld]

what’s killing me is that people are letting this go as if it’s a regular occurrence in the fandom. unless it is and i’m unaware???

[phia-writes]

love you as long as the stars

Jaafar Jackson x fem!reader, 1.6k

the day of your baby shower rolls around, and you're feeling a little (a lot) less than stellar - pregnant!reader, the teensiest tiniest bit of hurt/comfort vibes

When Jaafar sees you in the kitchen, he can’t help but smile at the sight of you, even as you stand there scowling as you look off into the distance, eyes settled on nothing in particular. Your soft, loose shorts sit low on your hip, beneath the bump that seems to get larger by the day, an once-oversized t-shirt covering it all. There’s an open box of cereal on the counter in front of you, and you reach in and grab a handful.

Seemingly sensing his presence, you turn your attention towards the doorway that he’s leaned himself against to watch you, your scowl softening into something closer to a smile. Jaafar thinks you’ve never been as beautiful as you are right now, even though he knows you’d scoff and roll your eyes at him if he said anything.

So instead, he crosses the kitchen to reach you, standing close enough to smell the lotion you’ve slathered yourself with. The scent relaxes him because it’s so quintessentially you, the same scent you’ve been using in the summertime since you met. He takes in your slightly hunched form, the way the hand you’re not using to shovel cereal into your mouth rests on the swell of your bump, and he frowns to himself. 

“What’s got you so stressed, huh?” Jaafar settles his hands on the back of your neck, fingertips stretching down towards your shoulder and trailing softly along the fabric of your t-shirt.

“‘M not stressed,” you counter as you grab another handful of cereal straight from the box. 

“That’s why your shoulders are all tight? And you’re standing here, eating cereal like a crazy person.” He’s grinning at you as he teases, even as he presses harder into your stiff neck and shoulders, trying to work out some of the tension for you. 

“My shoulders are tight because of this,” you gesture down at your ever growing bump with your free hand, “and the cereal tastes better this way.”

The thought of pouring the cereal into a bowl, adding milk, and eating it with a spoon made your stomach turn. Dry cereal straight from the box, however, sounded like the most delicious food on the planet. You’d have to remember to buy a variety of boxes when you went to the store, so you didn’t get sick of it. Right now, it was one of the few things you wanted to eat. 

“So it has nothing to do with the baby shower?” You can see from Jaafar’s expression that he doesn’t believe you, but you shake your head regardless. 

“Not at all,” you say, and it’s so obvious you’re lying that he just smiles at you, tugs you closer and wraps his arms around you. It’s a bit awkward with the bump, but you can feel the love in the gesture all the same. 

“It’s all been handled,” he says softly into the crown of your head, “you don’t have anything to worry about.”

“I don’t know what to wear,” you grumble, and it may sound like you’re just making up things to get anxious about, but it’s been keeping you up at night for days. Finding clothes you felt comfortable in, that you fit in, and that didn’t make you sweat as soon as you stepped outside was nearly impossible. “And I don’t wanna talk to people.”

Jaafar laughs at that, even though you’re deadly serious and only being a little bit overdramatic. You’d only invited your closest family and friends to the baby shower, all people that you loved having around and spending time with. Right now, though, the thought of seeing anyone besides Jaafar made you preemptively scowl. You’re sure you’ll feel better when the time comes, but for now you need to be grumpy and irritated and shoveling dry cereal into your mouth by the handful. 

The two of you stand like that for a moment, until your feet start to ache and your back twinges and even all the cereal in the world won’t make you feel any better. With a sigh, you run your hand along the curve of your bump, feeling the little fluttery movements of your baby against your palm. Jaafar trails you as you make your way to the bathroom, and while some might find his continued presence overwhelming, it’s one of the only things that can act as a balm when you’re feeling this sour.

He sits with you as you go through your skincare, as you fix your hair and put on just a little bit of makeup because you simply don’t have the energy for much else and you know you’re going to sweat it all off anyway. And then you turn to your closet with a frown affixed on your face.

In the summers when you weren’t pregnant and you knew it would be hot, you settled for a shirt, flowy dress that would keep you cool but still make you look presentable. But now, none of your old clothes even remotely fit as you entered your third trimester, and anyway those dresses you liked would look ridiculous with the bump even if they did fit.

“It’s your day, baby, you can wear whatever you want,” Jaafar reminds you as he pulls his own clothes out of the closet, “you can wear that if it’ll make you comfortable.”

He gestures at the outfit you’re currently wearing, and you just huff, in no mood for his antics. Still, you have to fight against a smile when he laughs at your reaction.

“Whoever said to be pregnant in the summer is a fucking liar,” you mutter as you pull a hanger from the closet and promptly put it back. You’d gone shopping a few weeks ago to find a dress for your baby shower, and even those options don’t seem appealing to you now.

With a sigh, you sit down on the edge of the bed and your body is immediately grateful it doesn’t need to hold itself up any more.

“We still have plenty of time, we can run out and find something?” Jaafar offers as he finishes getting dressed, taking in your dejected form on the bed. You do not, in fact, have plenty of time, but he thinks it would be an acceptable excuse to be late to your own baby shower.

“No, it’s fine,” you push yourself up to standing with a groan as you remember one last dress you bought the other week, “I just feel like a fucking blimp.”

“Well, you’re the cutest blimp I’ve ever seen,” he teases, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you pass him on the way to the closet.

“So unhelpful,” you retort, finding the dress you were looking for. The fabric seems light enough to keep you cool, and hopefully make you look less blimp-like than you felt. As your pregnancy had progressed, even tasks as simple as getting dressed seemed like an Olympic feat. You just felt so ungainly with the bump, the bump that seemed so much bigger than yesterday and that will only continue to grow.

By the time you were finally dressed and in the car, on the way to your friend’s house who had offered to host and plan for you, you were in a much better mood than earlier. Sure, you still felt absurdly pregnant and slightly irritated at everything, but the thought of talking to people didn’t make you want to rip your hair out anymore, so you counted that as progress.

“You look beautiful,” Jaafar says softly after he parks the car, looking at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. In lieu of an answer, you lean over to kiss him, which is remarkably difficult given the gearshift between you and the bump that keeps you from bending over whatsoever, but you make it work.

The baby shower itself was beautiful. Your friend really pulled out all the stops for you, and it made you start crying the second you saw it even though you were quick to reassure everyone that they were happy tears as you dried your eyes and tried to salvage your mascara. Everything was decked out in soft pastels, baby pinks and butter yellows and gentle blues. 

It looked like something out of a dream, and it made you feel so utterly loved.

The whole day, really, made you feel loved. Everyone you cared about showed up, friends and family of yours and Jaafar’s, and it seemed like everyone was in a great mood. There was no drama, no fighting, and the only tears were your own because you just couldn’t help yourself. Your little baby was so loved, and they weren’t even born yet.

When it came time for the gifts, you were once again amazed with the little village you’d created for your family. All of the gifts were so incredibly thoughtful, you considered it a miracle that you weren’t a sobbing, snotting mess the whole time. There was a mix of the practical and the slightly ridiculous, from more diapers than you could ever imagine to the sweetest, softest tiniest pajamas you’ve ever seen. Stuffed animals and blankets and pacifiers, wall decor and baby wipes and a gift card to your favorite sushi place to celebrate all of your hard work when it was done.

You spent the whole day surrounded by your favorite people in the world, and Jaafar stayed glued to your side. He was there to bring you snacks and drinks, to remind you to take a break and sit down, to help you walk your way across the uneven landscape of the backyard. Often, you found yourself leaning against him, letting him take some of the weight off of you, and he was happy to do so. Every time you looked over at him, he was already smiling, already looking at you.

You’d never felt so loved, so cared for, as you did at that moment.

shoutout to @szalipcombo for the request, i hope you love it babe!!! still very much have the baby fever bug so like... if y'all wanna see more i am happy to oblige hehehe

tags: @delictezz @sometranslationnoteru @doe-eyedtenshi

[andthegirlsintheback]

DON'T STOP 'TIL YOU GET ENOUGH -> JAAFAR JACKSON BEHIND THE SCENES OF 'MICHAEL'

[saintwrld]

wdym someone was cosplaying being a black women and was writing black!reader and whole time they’re white???? on michaelblr/jaafarblr??????