“Jaafar Jackson, 25 years old male, went missing on February 3rd. No traces or evidence have been found in the past 5 days of searching in the LA home area where he was last seen.” TV News headlines from 2021 still replaying on your mind.
It’s been 5 years now and you still think about him, your best friend. You had to start a new life without him as he was never found and the case was unfortunately suspended.
You’re now a graduate from UCLA, now living alone in the same LA neighborhood your best friend did. Every day the same routine. 3 days at the office, and 2 days work from home. Every Monday morning you grabbed a cup of coffee at your favorite coffee shop, the baristas knew you. Even the barista who you thought he was cute. Once in a while you would do something random during the week.
That Friday you decided to do something out of the blue for once. You got ready and on your way to the movie theater you received a text message from a random phone number.
X: “have fun tonight.”
You looked at it and thought it was strange. It was a coincidence that the text message matched what you were doing at the moment, but decided to ignore it and mark it as spam. Your phone number used to be the number of a person who passed away 2 years ago, so you would get random calls and text messages from random people and places who still had that number.
The movie was awesome. It was late, around midnight, so you drove back home.
Walking from your car to your apartment building entrance you had a feeling someone was walking behind you. You looked back and there was no one. Kept walking a bit faster, looked back again and you saw a cat. You were relieved but still walked fast until you got to your apartment safely.
You got comfy and decided to snack on something while you looked through your socials.
Sitting down on your couch with the tv on lighting up your living room. You heard a reporter’s voice coming from the tv “Breaking news: Another case of missing woman in LA… Police have classified her disappearance as critical due to similar incidents. Officers, alongside rescue teams, have been combing the similarities in cases in the area for the past 3 years. So far, no significant clues have been recovered asides of the victims leaving their phones with several missing calls from phone numbers that does not exist anymore. Anyone who may have seen her or has relevant information is asked to call contact local emergency services.”
You stood there, wondering if this is what happened to your best friend Jaafar, or even the person whose phone number you now own.
Monday morning came in, as usual, you went to your local coffee shop and decided to get a different drink that day. The cute friendly barista suggested a new drink they were tasting at the shop and you accepted.
On your way to work, you received another text message from a random number.
X: “how was your drink? did you liked it?” “I’m the barista btw”
You looked at it and got surprised and decided to reply.
“It was good! Thank you :) sorry to ask but, how did you get my number?”
X: “i got it from the receipt. I thought you were cute and decided to text you. i’m sorry if you feel uncomfortable!”
“oh! that’s fine haha i just get random text messages sometimes. i think you’re cute too!”
And went with your day, but the barista didn’t replied until late night so you decided to keep the conversation going.
X: “random question, do you like watching movies by any chance. I heard you once talking on the phone about going to the movies.”
“yes, i do! hbu?” you replied.
X: “me too.. what genre do you usually like watching?”
“i love scary movies, sometimes action movies too”
X: “what’s your favorite scary movie? i like those too but.. don’t you get scared of them?”
“no silly, they’re not real!” you texted back.
You kept texting with him until you felt dizzy from sleepiness.
X: “okay then, see you next Monday?”
“see you next monday😊”
It was Thursday already, the week was almost ending but you had to go to the office that day.
You came back to the office from lunch break and your favorite co-worker was waiting for you and some flowers at your desk too?
“Are these from the barista you told me?!” she said excitedly.
“Oh? im not sure. did it had my name? they must be for someone else, i don’t think he knows where i work tho?”
“well he surely does!” she pointed at a card that came with the flowers.
It had your name written on the front. You opened it and it said “i hope these don’t scare you! I saw you walk past by the shop in the morning, you looked pretty like these flowers.”
You quickly texted the barista “hi! thanks for the flowers! can i ask, how do you know where i work at?”
X: “hey :) i heard you talking with the other barista the other day and thought you’d like flowers” “sorry if i spooked you” he double texted.
“oh right! i did hahah thanks! they’re very pretty and they’re actually my favorite flowers!”
X: “great! Haha i hope you have a nice evening :)”
And you didn’t text the whole weekend.
Monday morning, once again the same routine. This time with a different touch, as you were going to see the cute barista after texting during the week.
You arrived at the shop but didn’t see him, so you thought he was at the back or maybe called out sick so you decided to ask for him.
“oh.. um. he doesn’t works with us anymore. His last day was on Monday of last week. I believe his girlfriend disappeared the weekend before he quitted.” said the barista.
You felt a slight pain on your chest. How was this man with a disappearing girlfriend texting you or sending you flowers.
You decided to text him.
“Hey, i went to the coffee shop today and didn’t see you. I heard about your girlfriend, i hope she’s okay. Please don’t text me again.”
But the message didn’t send. You thought to yourself; maybe he was just another player and who knows even what happened to his girlfriend and blocked his number.
It was finally Friday. The week went fast as if your manifestations worked. A new scary movie came out and you were excited to see it that night.
Came back home from the theater and… flowers were waiting on your doorstep. You quickly looked around, grabbed them, went inside your apartment and made sure your door was locked.
It were the same type of flowers the barista had sent you. This time, they had no notes.
You jumped when your phone started ringing out of nowhere. It was a random number and you decided to pick it up.
A voice said “how was the scary movie?” and you froze.
Seconds later you said “who is this? is this the barista? please don’t call me.” and hanged up the call.
The phone rang again, you didn’t answer and blocked the number.
Monday went by and you decided to skip to the coffee shop this time. You were stressed with work and were still skeptical about the barista situation.
During the week you started getting scam calls again, sometimes even during the night and you couldn’t sleep. You were tired of it, so on Thursday you went to the phone store and change your number.
Friday night, you decided to stay home, cook some dinner and watch a new series on the tv.
Your phone rang, it was a random number.
You picked up the call but decided not to talk.
The same voice of you last call spoke.
X: “i said don’t block me.”
You hanged up and proceeded to block the number.
You jumped out of your couch when someone knocked on your door. Without making noise you walked over and looked through the door’s peephole. For your relief, it was your new neighbor. A pretty girl with long dark hair. You opened the door to her to see if she needed something.
“hiii, im so sorry to bother you at this time!! i was about to bake something and noticed i didn’t have sugar and the store is closed because its late. do you have some i could borrow?”
“oh don’t worry, i do!! nice to meet you by the way!!” you said, she seemed a very nice person.
The week started, this time you decided to go to the shop. Got your regular coffee and went to the office.
“Did you heard about the new missing girl?” your coworker asked during lunch.
“Another one?” you asked.
“I read on the news she lived in your apartment building. You should be careful!” she said.
Lunch ended and you all went back on shift.
When you got home, you saw the police cars. You went up in the elevator to your floor and you saw them in the apartment next to yours. You got stopped by one of the officers asking if they could do some questions to you; you accepted. They asked many details which you couldn’t answer much as you barely knew her.
This situation was getting out of hand so you decided to get cameras and set them on your door, even inside your apartment for safety. Somehow these incidents were getting closer to the people you knew.
Weeks have passed by. No random calls, no random texts, no random flowers, no random girls missing, no more creepy baristas. It was strangely.. calm.
Monday again, on your way to the coffee shop as usual. You arrived but decided to use the restroom before ordering.
“your order is there!” the lady barista said.
“huh?” you were confused.
“oh, your friend ordered and paid, he said to let you know he’ll call you later? he had to leave i think.” she saw the confusion in your eyes but didn’t question anything.
You grabbed the coffee and saw your name on it but you were still very confused as how someone you don’t know would paid for it and called himself your “friend”.
The day went by; you arrived home and decided to take a look at the cameras to see if any weird footage came and there was nothing.
You called out of work on Thursday as you caught a cold and weren’t feeling well. All day in your bed, you decided to make some food to survive the day. You sat up in your couch and turned on the tv to watch a movie, and of course, it had to be a scary one.
Mid movie your phone buzzed and two notifications came in from a hidden phone number.
You opened it and it was a picture with a text message.
A picture of you. Not a selfie, or a picture you had posted on your instagram.
It was a picture of you, as recent as it was taken no longer than 3 minutes ago by someone from your balcony window.
“I hope you feel better, don’t catch another cold.”
You froze. Your hands and legs felt numb. Somebody was watching you from your own balcony.
You quickly blocked the number and texted your coworker “can you come to my apartment as soon as you get out of work? please.”
But somehow, the text message didn’t deliver. You called her quick and her phone line was disconnected.
With shaking hands full of fear, you stood up and quickly closed the balcony window curtains and went to check your cameras.
No footage was found. It was late night already, you blocked every entrance to your apartment and went to bed with a knife in case anything happened, but you didn’t catch any minute of sleep.
Monday came in, a rainy morning. You were about to skip the coffee shop but the lack of sleep for the past days were winning and you needed something to keep you awake during the day.
Just when you were about to head up to the office you received a text message from your boss “hi, i hope you’re doing alright. Not sure of you heard the news, the office will be closed for the next week. Stay safe out there.”
You replied back quickly “hello, what happened??”
“your coworker went missing on Thursday morning, no one knows what happened.”
You gulped with your heart pounding really fast and decided to go back home and avoid everything and everyone.
You closed your apartment door and before you could drop your umbrella, you noticed a note on your front door floor.
You grabbed it and read it.
“I said, don’t block me or consequences could happen.”
Your hands feeling numb and a heat wave rising from your weak legs. You dropped everything you had, grabbed a chair and blocked your entrance door and closed every window curtain.
You rewinded your camera footage and finally found something.
A blurry figure of a person with black clothes and a mask. A really familiar mask you have seen before, standing in front of your door and suddenly disappearing right before you arrived home.
It was a white mask of a long face, with three black spots as its eyes and mouth.
You tried to remember where have you seen it but couldn’t recall much.
You decided to call your local police station to report what happened.
“Do you have any evidence of these events?” the operator asked.
You said yes. Scared of your safety, you came out of the apartment with a knife on your pocket easy to grab and walked to the station.
When you went to show all the things you had collected from calls, texts and camera footage. Your phone decided to suddenly turn off by itself. You turned it back on and looked for the things again.
“no way..” you said on a panic whisper.
Every evidence you had was deleted. Every call, every text message, all blocked phone numbers, the picture you got sent, your camera footage. Everything was gone.
“I’m sorry but if you have no evidence we cannot help you. Please come back when you have something we can look into.” said one of the officers.
“I swear i have everything it got deleted somehow just now!” you were panicking, the officers looked at you as if you were crazy.
“I have a note too! Can you do something with it???? Please???” you said desperately.
“Unfortunately we cant. We would need more evidence to start a case. We can get one of the officers to escort you back home if you’d like.” they offered.
You arrived home, and felt so defeated. You were in danger and had no one who could help you.
These were the moments you wished Jaafar was still with you. He would had done something as soon as that barista texted you.
The tiredness won over your heavy eyes and you fell asleep.
4am you woke up out of the sudden. Your mind rushing with racing thoughts. You had remembered something about the mask you saw earlier.
You remembered Jaafar describing this mask as a “ghost face” the year before he went missing, but you couldn’t remember the context of when he spoke about it. However, you did remembered you thought this masked person was the culprit in charge of his disappearance.
Days and nights have passed. You couldn’t go outside of your home without thinking something could happen to you. However, you still had to run errands.
Very aware of your surroundings, you went to the local supermarket and came back safely.
While you were cooking dinner, you decided to grab the note again and look at it. Minutes passed by you looking blank-stared at the note. Your food was burning so you dropped the note on your dining table and went to turn off the stove and move your food to a plate, and that’s when it clicked.
You had seen that handwriting somewhere but you doubted yourself. You quickly went to your room and looked through boxes full of old stuff and found a notebook. You placed the piece of paper side by side with the notebook.
You gasped. It was so familiar that you were trying to deny it. It couldn’t be.
You thought he had disappeared years ago. No one could found any evidence of his existence. Until you recognized your best friend’s handwriting.
“This cant be it.” you said with shaky voice.
He disappeared years ago. Your best friend wouldn’t just appear out of nowhere and stalk you.
Suddenly, a noise from your living room got your attention.
Fear was taking over you. You grabbed the first thing next to you in case you needed to defend yourself.
You walked slowly to the living room and there it was. The same masked person you saw on your security camera footage.
“Ja-Jaafar?” you said with your voice full of fear.
“Took you enough to find out. Do you want to watch a scary movie?” he said.
“Don’t you dare to come near me!” you said loudly.
“You wouldn’t hurt your best friend. You missed me.” he chuckled. “All these years, hiding myself. Making sure no one knew who i was, just because you hurt my feelings.” he said.
“What are you talking about?” you kept rising your voice and walking backwards.
“Don’t you remember?” he said. “Many years i was deeply in love with you; and you decided i was just your best friend and rejected me. Your poor best friend that was not your type got rejected by the person he loved the most.”
“All these years, I have tried to keep you out of anyone’s reach. I have kept you safe, just for me. I should be the only person on your life. Everyone around you is dead and it’s your fault!” he said with a shaky voice.
“It was you!” you couldn’t believe it. Your best friend who disappeared years ago is your stalker, and now you’re trapped with him on your own apartment.
You launched yourself to him out of anger and adrenaline to hit him and protect yourself but he was quicker. You managed to remove his mask and you saw his face. After 5 years of missing him.
You went weak for a second and he grabbed you by the wrists.
“Jaafar!” You gasped loud.
“Best start to believe in scary movies. You’re in one now!” Jaafar said laughing like the maniac he was.
“I did all to protect myself!!!” you said to the officer covered in blood with handcuffs around your wrists.
But….. every evidence they found pointed you as guilty.
All missing people were women. Not a single male was missing, except for Jaafar. All these missing women were stalked by the same person with the same mask. All of these missing people were tied to Jaafar somehow.
Weird, right?
You were just so blinded by a rejection from 5 years ago by your own best friend, so you made yourself the victim and became the maniac you told the officers about.
You killed Jaafar. You were the stalker.
note: this was longer than I expected it to be! first horror/thriller one shot but im proud of it and had so much fun writing it, specially that last plot twist hehe i hope you guys liked it!!
jaafar!ghostface lures his reader!target to get her on his murder list but she ends up finding her killer is actually her best friend who disappeared 5 years ago.
thoughts?👀 (someone cast him in a horror movie asap plz)
Jaafar has it all…a thriving career and a stable 10 years relationship with his fiancée, Maddie. But what’s really happening behind closed doors?
Jaafar Jackson x reader ft Maddie
Previous Part
Six Months Later
Time did what it always did. It kept moving.
The breakup stopped being fresh, the sharp edges softened.
Jaafar smiled and laughed more, started sleeping again, started looking less like a man carrying the weight of a funeral and more like himself.
People called it healing, Y/N supposed it was. From the outside, he looked better but there were still moments.
Moments she noticed because she always noticed, how Maddie would JUST call and something inside him would immediately shift.
Not love or longing, just a …habit of responsibility?
Ten years refusing to die and he answered Maddie every. single. time.
The day everything finally cracked started terribly.
Y/N had spent weeks preparing a difficult presentation at work.
Hours of stress, planning and revisions, only for a senior colleague to publicly tear it apart in front of everyone.
Not constructive criticism but… Humiliation.
The kind that leaves your ears ringing and follows you home.
By the time she made it through her front door she was barely holding herself together.
Moon knew immediately.
The golden retriever followed her around the house anxiously, whining and nudging her hand.
Trying to fix something, she ended up sitting on the kitchen floor, still in her work clothes, staring at nothing.
And before she could talk herself out of it, she called Jaafar.
The moment he heard her voice, he came. No questions asked.
An hour later they sat on the couch.
Moon stretched across both their laps as an oversized blanket. Y/N had finally stopped crying.
A little.
Jaafar sat beside her. One arm resting along the back of the couch.
“He’s just a jealous a$$hole.”
Y/N laughed weakly. “You don’t even know what he said.”
“I don’t need to.”
“Jaafar.”
“No.” He shook his head.
“If someone leaves you crying on a kitchen floor, they’re automatically an a$$hole.”
Despite everything, she smiled abit through her tears. “He paused me mid presentation to ask abo-“
His phone rang cutting her mid sentence, Y/N looked at his phone and immediately wished she hadn’t.
Maddie.
Of course.
Jaafar froze. The hesitation happened instantly, for the first time she actually saw it.
Saw him looking at the phone, looking back at her, saw the conflict and somehow that hurt worse.
Because he wasn’t choosing automatically anymore.
He was actually thinking about it, thinking about leaving her mid her break down just because Maddie called.
Which meant he knew she needed him and still thought about it.
“Y/N…”
His voice was careful as the phone continued ringing and the screen lighting up again.
Something inside her broke, as if she’d watched this movie too many times but wished for a different ending.
“Go.”
His head snapped up. “What?”
“Go.”
The word came out tired and he looked genuinely uncomfortable hearing them.
“I can stay.”
But they both knew he wouldn’t. Not really.
The phone rang again.
Y/N laughed softly, the sound almost made him flinch.
“Go, Jaafar.”
Then he sighed and stood. “I’m coming back tho okay?.”
There it was. The same promise every time.
Y/N just nodded, she he didn’t really trust herself to speak.
A moment later the door closed behind him and he was actually gone.
The silence felt enormous, for a while she simply stared at the front door.
The tears came first, then the first sob then another.
Moon immediately jumped onto the couch beside her, pushing his head beneath her trembling hands.
Trying desperately to comfort her and suddenly it all hit at once. The awful truth.
She would always be second.
Maybe Jaafar cared deeply, maybe he loved her in his own way. But when it came down to it and the choice appeared…
It will always be Maddie.
The realization hurt so badly she doubled over. Moon pressed himself against her side, trying to hold his momma together.
But there were some heartbreaks dogs couldn’t fix.
After a long time she reached for her phone, still crying and shaking.
A message sat unopened.
From Ethan.
The guy from work, who’d been trying to take her out for weeks now.
No pressure, but I’d still love to take you to dinner sometime :)
Y/N stared at it.
Then wiped her face, took a shaky breath and typed back.
I’d like that.
Her thumb hovered, just for a second, then she pressed send and the message delivered immediately.
And for the first time since she’d fallen in love with Jaafar Jackson.
Y/N made a decision that wasn’t about him, even if it broke her heart to do it.
The next evening, Jaafar showed up using his spare key, without texting.
A habit he’d developed months ago, that he never really thought twice about anymore.
Until he opened the door and froze.
Y/N was standing in front of the hallway mirror. Dressed up, not work or casual clothes but fancy clothes and spot on make up.
The sight hit him immediately, harder than it should have.For some reason his chest tightened. “You going somewhere?”
Y/N glanced at him through the mirror, the expression on her face immediately became guarded.
“Yeah, a date.” There was no hesitation this time.
Just a simple answer which made something ugly twisted inside him.
“Oh.”
She picked up an earring and finished fastening it.
“With Ethan?”
Y/N looked at him. “Who else would it be with?”
The response stung more than it should have.
Jaafar put the coffee on the table and shoved his hands into his pockets, trying to ignore the sudden irritation crawling beneath his skin.
“What do you even know about this guy?”
Y/N laughed immediately annoyed.
“Seriously?”
“I’m asking.”
“You’re interrogating.”
“I just want to make sure he’s good enough.”
The second the words left his mouth, both of them froze. Y/N blinked then actually laughed. “Good enough?”
Jaafar immediately regretted saying it but somehow couldn’t stop his jealousy or possessiveness that he didn’t know existed towards Y/N till now.
“Yeah.”
“Jaafar.”
“What?”
“You do realize you’re acting insane right?.”
He frowned. “I’m being protective.”
“You’re being annoying.”
“I’m looking out for you.”
“You had twenty-four hours to look out for me yesterday.”
The words landed like a slap. Immediate and brutal silence followed as Jaafar’s stomach dropped.
Y/N looked away instantly like she regretted saying it.
But the damage was already done because she was right. She was always here when he needed her but he left the first moment she actually needed him.
Then Y/N grabbed her purse which made something inside him panic.
The kind of panic that appears when something important starts slipping through your fingers.
“Y/N.”
“I’m not doing this again.” Her voice was tired now.
The phone in her hand lit up. Ethan.
I’m downstairs :)
Jaafar saw it and suddenly the situation became painfully real.
Ethan wasn’t some abstract idea, he was actually downstairs to take her away, make her laugh, learn her favorite coffee order, hear the stories Jaafar already knew by heart.
The thought made something sharp rip through his chest as Y/N headed for the door.
And that’s when it finally hit him like a train.
A devastating realization arriving months too late. He didn’t want her to go, not because Ethan was a bad guy, and not because he was protective, nor because he was lonely.
Because he loved her.
Loved her…
He. Loves. Her.
He loved how she remembered everything, how she always answered, how she looked for him in crowded rooms, how he immediately smiles when he sees her, how she cared about the details that no one really ever notices, how she always listens, how she’d been there every single time he fell apart.
And the worst part?
He just realized it. “Y/N.”
This time his voice sounded different and she heard it immediately which made her hand pause on the doorknob.
“Don’t go.” The words barely left his mouth.
Y/N turned. “What?”
His chest rose sharply.
“Don’t go.”
Her eyes immediately filled with tears because she already knew this wasn’t about the date anymore.
“Jaafar…”
He shook his head almost desperately. “No.”
For once he wasn’t letting her interrupt. For once he wasn’t running away. “I need to say this before you leave.”
The phone in her hand vibrated again.
Ethan.
She looked at the screen then at Jaafar.
She can’t let him break her again, not after months of watching him choose someone else.
Not after yesterday. Not after standing in her living room crying while he left for Maddie.
“What do you want from me?” The question hit him like a punch.
“What?”
“What do you want?” Her voice rose.
Months of pain finally spilling out.
“Y/N—”
A tear escaped as she laughed bitterly. “You don’t get to show up here every day and act like I’m the most important person in the world.”
His face immediately changed.
“You don’t get to look at me like that.”
“You don’t get to make me feel like I matter and then leave every single time she calls.”
Her voice cracked as another tear streamed.
“I needed you,” she said, and it came out so soft it almost didn’t survive the air between them.
His expression changed instantly,like something inside him had cracked open.
“You don’t know what it feels like-” she continued, voice trembling now, “to watch you go back to her. Over and over again.”
She dragged in a shaky breath, trying to steady herself, trying to stop the tears before they spilled further, but the tears didn’t stop.
“You don’t—” she shook her head, swallowing hard, “you don’t know what it feels like to love someone like that… to keep trying to fix them… and still watch them choose someone else. Someone who keeps hurting them… even after everything you did to help them heal.”
The room went completely still, the second the words left her mouth she froze, so did he.
The confession sat between them. Raw and Unplanned…Irreversible.
Y/N’s face crumpled immediately, she wished she could grab the words back and stuff them into her chest again but it was too late.
Jaafar was staring at her, like his entire world had tilted sideways.
“You…” His voice barely worked.
Y/N looked away instantly. Humiliated.
“Forget it.”
“Y/N.”
“Forget I said anything.”
She turned and walked , reaching for the door ready to run and disappear.
Then suddenly his hand wrapped around her wrist.
Y/N’s breath caught.
“Don’t.” His voice sounded wrecked.
She couldn’t turn or look at him.
“Look at me.” His voice cracked on the last word.
Y/N didn’t move. She stood there like she was holding herself together by force alone, like one more touch, one more word, would undo everything she’d been surviving on.
“Let me go,” she whispered again.
But Jaafar’s hand tightened desperately instead of releasing, like letting go would mean confirming she was already gone.
“Don’t ..do that,” he said, quieter now. “Don’t look at me like I’m already late.”
That made her eyes flick up, just for a second and it ruined him, because here it was.
The exhaustion and love that had turned into something painful just from waiting.
Jaafar’s breath hitched. He tried to speak, but nothing came out right. His hand moved from her wrist to her arm, then paused, like he was afraid even that was too much, like he didn’t deserve the right to hold her anymore.
“I didn’t…” His voice broke. He swallowed hard. Tried again. “I didn’t realize what I was doing to you.”
A bitter laugh escaped her, but it had no strength in it.
His hand finally rose, trembling, and touched her face, not sure if she would let him, not sure if he was allowed to want this anymore.
But she didn’t pull away and somehow that was worse, because it meant she still hadn’t given up on him completely.
“You’re shaking,” she whispered, like she noticed it against her will.
“I’ve been shaking for months. I just didn’t know why.”
Silence snapped between them. He leaned in slightly, not closing the distance yet, just enough that the air changed.
“I think I’ve been in love with you longer than I’ve been honest with myself,” he said, voice barely holding. “And I only noticed when I saw you trying to leave.”
His thumb brushed her cheek, slow, almost afraid.
“And I don’t know what to do with that now that it’s too late.”
Her eyes shimmered. “Jaafar…”
But he shook his head once.
“I’m not choosing her,” he said, and it wasn’t defensive, it was destroyed honesty. “I was simply not able to leave my comfort zone for 10 years now.”
His breath shook again, then softer, breaking completely.
“But I never felt this way when she left or tried to leave.”
“I feel it now. Every second you’re about to leave and be another man’s.”
Jaafar didn’t wait for her reply this time. He pulled her in, but even that wasn’t immediate.
It was like his body resisted it first, like he was crossing a line he had been standing next to for months and never dared to step over.
His hands cupped her face like he was memorizing her in real time.
And then he kissed her.
It wasn’t clean or gentle, it was aching restraint finally snapping.
Like every time he had looked at her too long and looked away or like every time he had almost said her name differently.
Like every moment he had chosen distance and regretted it the second she turned away.
Y/N made a broken sound against his lips, not surprise this time, but release, and it destroyed whatever control he had left.
His grip tightened slightly, not to trap her, but to anchor himself, because he genuinely didn’t trust his legs anymore.
When they finally broke apart, it wasn’t separation. It was survival.
Jaafar stayed close, too close to pretend this was over.
His forehead pressed against hers, breath uneven, eyes closed like he was trying to memorize what reality felt like when she didn’t leave.
“So that’s why-” His voice was barely a whisper, “That’s why losing you felt worse than losing her.”
And suddenly the room became very, very quiet.
Because that was the truth neither of them had been brave enough to say.
Until Now.
A/N : I warned y’all….
also I edited the cover pic of Jaafar to make it be like him holding moon on the beach , i am proud of it
You treated that chat like it was your personal notes app; yes, your 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿’𝘀 instagram dm. However, you never thought he would actually see them one day or even 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂.
As a total fangirl, you would dm your favorite actor random things from “𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐!” to a 𝘦𝘯𝘥-𝘰𝘧-𝘵𝘩𝘦-𝘥𝘢𝘺 dump on instagram.
You would even tag him on your stories, send him random posts “𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞” or a song that you found recently “𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢”. It became a daily thing now, he was your comfort person even tho he was not really there (𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭).
A random morning you were scrolling through your feed and decided to look to your story views. “𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆?!” you said out loud and jumped from your bed. Your hair all messed up, your hand on your mouth cuz you couldn’t believe what you just saw. 𝑱𝒂𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒓’𝒔 name and pfp were there. 𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝗩𝗜𝗘𝗪𝗦.
You quickly called the only person who you’ll trust in this, your best friend “𝙄 𝙉𝙀𝙀𝘿 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙏𝙊 𝙇𝙊𝙂 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙊 𝙈𝙔 𝘼𝘾𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙏 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝙀𝙀 𝙄𝙁 𝙄𝙈 𝙃𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙐𝘾𝙄𝙉𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂” and you were not. He was there, he saw your story for the first time ever.
You quickly went to his dms and saw a “𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯” on it. “𝙤𝙢𝙜?!” you gasped again. You were struggling to see if you should freak out or stay calm. Which “stay calm” was not really an option to be honest. You thought “𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦” “𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘥” “𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺”. However, you did not wanted to scare him away. So you kept with your random daily dms.
For your surprise, it was not really an accident from his part. Every time you sent him a dm, he would go and watch your story and open your dms. But what was weird from him is that, he never replied to the dms; he would always leave you on seen. Three months in the same cycle. He indeed read them and watched all your stories, but never replied. It looked like he wanted to reach but somehow couldn’t. It was not a normal behavior.
After so many nights and many conversations with your best friend overthinking the situation, you ended up with the conclusion that maybe he wasn’t allowed to dm people from his account, as it is a work account or maybe he wasn’t sure how to approach first.
You were very intelligent enough to come up with a plan. You created a whole new private account with a password only 𝘆𝗼𝘂 knew about.
You sent him a dm saying “𝚒’𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚝” together with the account’s log in information. He saw it almost instantly, and you deleted it 1 minute after sending it.
On your mind was the “𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵. 𝘏𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴” thought.
Days went by, he kept seeing your stories so you thought “𝘰𝘩. 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘺” but you were wrong, only wrong for thinking that. 5 days went by after you sent the information to him and when you least expected it, a notification went in “𝚑𝚎𝚢 :)”. It was from the private account you shared the log in info to him only. It was him, it was 𝑱𝒂𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒓.
note: hehe this was a short one for tonight BUT its actually based on a true story about me with a singer lol
thinking about jaafar and how he probably loves going neck kisses and ear nibbles because why is he lowkey so toothy when he smiles omg this japan pics of him biting his lip with concentrating on signing autographs!!! whew!
I HAVE THINGS TO SAY
jaafar is obsessed with neck kisses and ear nibbles. and i just know he is the type to act completely innocent about it too.
like, he'd be standing behind you while you're doing whatever, arms loosely around your waist, looking perfectly normal, and then suddenly you'd feel his mouth brush against the side of your neck. just once. like he couldn't help himself.
and the thing is, he'd do it absentmindedly.
watching a movie? his face ends up buried in your shoulder and every few minutes he presses a kiss just below your ear.
waiting in line somewhere? chin on your shoulder. tiny kiss.
half asleep? somehow he's attached to your neck like it's a designated parking spot.
the ear thing is even worse because he knows exactly what he's doing.
and like you'd be trying to have a serious conversation and he'd lean in close enough for his lips to brush your ear when he talks, watching your entire train of thought derail in real time. then he'd smile like he has absolutely no idea why you're suddenly flustered. he’ll be also whispering something sweet, or filthy.
and listen...have you seen that smile? the man is lowkey all teeth when he grins. in a 'this man definitely bites affectionately' way.
like there's no universe where jaafar isn't the type to leave tiny playful nibbles along your jaw or your shoulder when he's feeling especially clingy. nothing dramatic. just enough to make you gasp and turn around with an offended 'jaafar!'
only for him to laugh and pull you right back into his chest. and his defense? 'i was showing affection.' as if affection and lightly treating you like a chew toy are the same thing.
That was all she managed, because she didn’t know what else to say.
Ten years. An engagement. A future. Gone.
The silence stretched then she stepped aside.
“Come in.”
The evening settled around them slowly like neither of them wanted to disturb it.
Y/N made coffee, Moon refused to leave Jaafar’s side.
The television played softly in the background, and as usual they started talking about stupid & safe things.
The neighbor who sang at two in the morning, Moon getting kicked out of a dog park for stealing somebody’s sandwich, a movie trailer they both hated.
Anything except the giant thing sitting between them and just like that the conversation eventually faded.
Neither seemed in a hurry to replace it, the living room filled with comfortable silence.
Jaafar sat staring into his coffee, the mug that had gone cold twenty minutes ago.
Suddenly he laughed, a small humorless sound.
“You know what’s stupid?”
Y/N glanced up. “What?”
His eyes never left the mug. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now.”
She frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”
Jaafar leaned back, his head resting against the couch, and he looked up at the ceiling for a moment, then he sighed.
“For ten years there was always a plan.” The words hung between them.
“The engagement.” A pause. “The wedding.”
“The house.” His jaw tightened. “The next five years.”
Y/N’s chest ached because he wasn’t talking just about Maddie, he was talking about certainty, about waking up every day knowing what came next since he was 19.
About a future he’d spent years building, a future that no longer existed.
Jaafar rubbed a hand over his face. “I thought ending it would feel different.”
Y/N stayed quiet.
“I thought I’d feel relieved.”
His laugh came again. “ Instead I just feel empty.”
The confession settled heavily between them like neither of them knew what to do with it.
For a while only the television filled the room then Jaafar spoke again. “You know what’s even worse?”
“What?”
He looked down at his hands. “I don’t even know what food I like anymore.”
Y/N blinked. “What?”
“I’m serious.”
A humorless smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I spent so long making decisions as part of a couple that eventually I stopped making them for myself.”
His voice lowered, quiet enough that she almost missed it.
“I don’t remember when it happened.” Her chest tightened.
“When what happened?”
For a moment he didn’t answer.
“When I stopped being me.” The words landed like a punch.
Y/N looked at him, at the man everyone assumed had it together.
The man who always made people laugh, the man who carried things quietly.
The man who somehow spent all his energy making everyone else comfortable.
And suddenly he looked lost.
Not heartbroken…Lost.
Like someone had handed him his freedom and he had no idea what to do with it.
The sight broke something inside her .. before she could think better of it, before she could overanalyze, her mouth spoke.
She stood. “Come here...”
Jaafar looked up and for a moment he didn’t move.
Then he got up.
Y/N barely had time to open her arms before he stepped into them.
His forehead found her shoulder immediately, like he’d done it a hundred times before.
Like he didn’t have the energy to be embarrassed by how much he needed it.
His arms wrapped around her waist.
Tight.
Not because he was trying to comfort her, because he needed comforting.
Y/N hugged him back instinctively, one hand sliding into his hair.
And slowly, she felt him relax. The tension slowly leaving his shoulders, his breathing evening out.
Y/N swallowed hard, because feeling him vulnerable and trusting her like this..
Did something dangerous to her heart.
Something she wasn’t ready to examine, so she didn’t.
She pushed the feeling away, held him a little tighter.
Later, they moved back to the couch.
A different movie was playing now or maybe the same one.
Neither of them knew. Moon was sprawled across the floor, snoring loudly.
Every so often one of them would make a comment about something happening on screen.
Most of the time neither was actually watching, the emotional heaviness had eased slightly.
Jaafar looked exhausted, his eyes kept drifting shut.
“You should sleep.”
“I’m awake.”
“You literally just fell asleep.”
“I blinked.”
“You were unconscious.”
A real laugh escaped him.
The sound made something warm bloom inside her chest.
“There he is.”
Jaafar rolled his eyes. “Tough crowd.”
Y/N smiled, and the silence that followed felt easier.
And for the first time all evening she thought maybe he’d be okay.
Not today or tomorrow but eventually.
After a while, Y/N stood. “I’m getting water.”
Jaafar barely looked up.
“Hm.”
“You want anything?”
He shook his head. “No.”
“You sure?”
He gave her a tired nod.
“Okay.”
She disappeared into the kitchen.
Truthfully she didn’t need water, she needed a minute.
A moment to breathe away from everything she’d been feeling.
She leaned against the counter, closed her eyes and exhaled.
Then grabbed a bottle anyway, when she returned to the living room,
She stopped.
The television cast a soft glow across the room. Moon had somehow climbed onto the couch, half of his body draped across Jaafar’s legs.
The dog looked outrageously comfortable but Y/N barely noticed him.
Because Jaafar was asleep on the couch, head tilted awkwardly against the cushion.
Breathing slow. Even. Peaceful.
The sadness was gone from his face, altho the exhaustion remained on his eyebrows.
But the sadness was gone and the sight hit her harder than anything else had all evening.
She stood frozen in the doorway watching him.
Y/N’s throat tightened.
God.
She wanted to protect him, the realization arrived suddenly.
She wanted to protect him from everything, heartbreak, disappointment, every cruel thing anyone had ever said to him, every burden, every lonely night spent wondering if he was enough.
Her eyes teared because realization hit her that friends shouldn’t feel like this.
Friendship didn’t make your chest ache when somebody else was hurting, didn’t make you wish you could carry their pain for them, didn’t make their happiness feel more important than your own.
The truth settled quietly and patiently, like it had been waiting for her all along.
Every piece clicked into place, the relief every time he smiled, the panic every time he looked sad, the reason she’d stayed away.
Not because she didn’t care but because she cared far too much.
Y/N stared at him and at Moon sprawled across his legs.
At the peaceful expression she’d missed more than she’d ever admit.
She was truly, madly, deeply, in love with Jaafar Jackson.
Carefully, she grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over both of them anyway.
Then she stood there for a moment longer than necessary, looking at him and wishing that alone was enough.
Her gaze lingered on his face and for a brief, reckless moment, she wanted to reach for him.
To brush the hair from his forehead, hold his hand, peck his lips, tell him he wasn’t alone.
The urge was so strong it almost hurt, but she couldn’t, not when his heart was still breaking over someone else.
Her eyes burned, Y/N quickly looked away, wiping at a tear before it could fall.
Because suddenly the distance between them felt impossible.
He was only a few feet away and he had never felt further, so she took a step back then another.
Leaving him with Moon, the blanket, and the first peaceful sleep he’d probably had in weeks.
While she carried the weight of her new realization upstairs alone.
you give Jaafar a taste of his own medicine - taking a candid picture
It’s a habit he’s had since you’d gotten together, and it’s been such a constant you can’t remember when it all started. It made you feel too exposed at first, an uncomfortable sort of feeling spreading across your skin the first time Jaafar flipped his phone around to show you the picture he took, your smiling face filling the screen. Your eyes were squinted closed and your cheek were squished with the force of your smile, and at first you hated it so much you wanted him to delete it.
But then you saw his face, how he looked at the picture like it was something precious, something he wanted to remember forever, so instead of pleading with him to delete it, you kissed him on the cheek.
Since then, the candid pictures of you have been almost nonstop, and it doesn’t invoke that same embarrassed sort of feeling it once did. You went so long without having someone who cares about you as much as Jaafar, who wants to remember every single moment you spend together and for some reason, can never resist snapping a picture when he thinks you’re especially beautiful.
His camera roll is full to the brim with pictures of you. There are the candids he loves so much, but there are also more posed pictures of you, where the view or your outfit pop, and there are pictures of the two of you together, quick selfies and pictures taken by friends. At this point, it’s practically a shrine to you, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Even with so many to choose from, Jaafar still has his favorites. There’s the one taken by a friend of yours, the background dark and blurry and your outfits slightly out of focus, but he has his arms wrapped around your waist from behind and his head hooked over your shoulder, and even through the dim lighting it’s obvious that you’re leaning back against him. He doesn’t think there’s ever been a better photo, he can practically feel the adoration through the screen, so he makes the picture his background so he sees it every time he looks at his phone.
The one he set as your contact photo is a candid he’d taken on one of your first dates. Your laughing, head tilted back and your hand halfway reaching towards him, either to grab his hand or take the phone from him. Either way, it makes him grin whenever he sees it.
There are pictures of you in the kitchen, rumbled from sleep with a spatula in your hand, pancakes on the stove just out of frame. There’s one of you in a nice restaurant, the lighting all golden as you cross your arms on the table and lean forward, tilting your head with a soft smile. There are some taken from across the room, when he’d been watching from the corner of his eye as you chatted with friends and you looked so angelic he couldn’t resist.
You’d think, with all of those pictures of you weighing down his camera roll, that he’d expect some retaliation.
The first time you did it, you were both spread out on towels on the beach, the sun drying you off. You’d picked up your phone to look at the time, but then you caught sight of Jaafar, hair damp and skin glistening with sea water, and he looked so relaxed and at peace you couldn’t resist. He didn’t notice, eyes closed against the force of the sun, and in that moment, you suddenly understood why he could never resist taking a picture of you.
For weeks afterwards, you kept looking back at the picture like it was something precious, something rare and priceless. You just love him so much, it’s like some otherworldly force compels you to commit every aspect of him to memory, every moment you share stored away somewhere when it can never be forgotten. And those little off guard pictures certainly help with that.
He catches on soon after, though, when you’re not nearly as sly as you were the first time. He’s grinning at something you said across the table, ice cream melting in between you, and before you can even really think about it, you’re lifting your phone to snap a picture.
“What’re you doing?” He asks, grin morphing into a confused sort of smile.
“Taking a picture,” you say simply, closing your phone and sliding it back in your bag, reaching for your spoon again.
“Why?” He can’t seem to wrap his head around it, can’t understand that you’re moved by the same forces that he is.
“Cause you look so pretty.” When you look up at him, he’s got his face buried in his hands as if you’ve revealed some embarrassing secret.
“You can’t just say things like that,” he mutters into his hands before dropping them onto his lap, “delete that.”
“Nope,” you pop the ‘p’ sound, a grin coming across your own face, “I’m gonna print it out and frame it.”
“Don’t,” his protest is weak, shyness running through the word.
“Why not? You do it to me,” you’re teasing, mostly, just to watch Jaafar squirm under your attention. With how shy he gets, you’d think he’s never received a compliment before in his life. You could spend hours singing his praise, and every single time, you’d get the same bashful reaction.
“It’s not the same,” he grumbles, and he knows it’s a weak complaint. He raises his eyes back to you, and you’re still grinning, standing firm on your choice. Seeing you look so happy, so proud of yourself, he can’t even pretend to be upset anymore, even if the force of your attention makes his chest feel constricted. He relents with a smile, and you lean across the table to kiss him, soft and quick.
No matter how many times he catches you taking a picture of him, his reaction is always the same. You wonder if he knows how much it eggs you on.
thank you so much for asking for this little continuation @aangelfface ugh this is so cutieeeeeee
jaafar x reader | head canon | moodboard | ♯fluff | ♯disney
It’s a sunny morning at 𝐄𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐭 and you both wore matching outfits cuz why not?
You had planned a whole “𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥” tour with your boyfriend Jaafar and were ready for it.
Started in Canada, you got a Ottawa Apple.
Ended up in Mexico with an Avocado Margarita.
Both of y’all already drunk (but you more than Jaafar) decided to ride 𝑪𝒐𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒄 𝑹𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅.
After the long line it was finally your turn, you sat next to Jaafar and luckily got row 9.
When the reverse-launch was about to happened, “𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗪𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗧𝗼 𝗥𝘂𝗹𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱” started playing. You both looked at each other screaming and laughing excitedly as this song meant to much for the both of you.
When you both started dating, you guys did your first road trip and that exact song was on replay. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨! You both connected with it and brought you so many pretty memories of your early relationship state.
Another 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦 made between you two*ੈ✩‧₊˚
note: i need to know whats Jaafar’s favorite disney movie like right now!!
It’s girls night out; every 3rd friday of the month you and your besties go on a bar date. As you are now busy and booked, you all always separate that night of the month to clear your minds, gossip, and keep your friendships up to date. It’s a religious date, no one is allowed to say no or to miss it.
It was at the local bar, not even a club. The bartenders knew every order and even how many drinks you guys could take until it’s enough. Even the locals, most of them being in their 40s, knew your friend group.
“𝙬𝙤𝙖𝙝! 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙨?!” your friend said after seeing 3 motorbikes outside. One red, one black and one blue. You joked “𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 50 𝙮.𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨”.
However, as soon as you guys stepped in, you noticed three new guys, not local at all as you couldn’t recognize them; but one of them specifically caught your attention.
You all sat down in your usual spot and the bartenders already were making your drinks.
3 margaritas, 1 lemon drop martini and 1 beer.
Between laughs, jokes and pictures, you noticed that new specific guy wearing his black leather jacket couldn’t take your eyes off you. His friends joking around and pushing his shoulders encouraging him to walk to your table. Until he finally stared walking toward your friend group with one of the other guys.
“𝙤𝙝𝙝 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨? 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙨?” your already drunk friend said and yo giggled.
“𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙚 𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣?” said his friend.
Leather jacket looked at you and smiled and you noticed he was a bit shy.
Both of your groups joined and the guys introduced themselves. Jermajesty, blue bike. Randy, red bike and Jaafar, black bike.
While the night went on, you went to the restroom with one of your friends to touch up your make up and pictures, of course. Your friend left first while you touched up your lipstick.
You walked out of the restroom to go back to the table and bumped into someone in the hallway and he spilled his drink on your clothes. It was Jaafar, who has been eyeing you the whole night.
“𝙤𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙨𝙝 𝙞’𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮” he said with pure sincerity and looked for napkins real quick.
It triggered your anger a bit since it was a brand new outfit but he seemed very kind. He even offered his leather jacked which you accepted.
After cleaning up the mess. You both were still in the hallway and he built courage to finally talk to you.
You could have easily said yes, or no, but it was Friday night. A little fun wouldn’t bother. You thought about it and to stop the tension between the spilled drink and your messed up outfit you said “𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙞𝙠𝙚.”
“𝙊𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙚!” Jaafar chuckled.
You both left the area and you texted your friend “𝚒 𝚖𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚔𝚎”
“𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚎👀 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐” “𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗!!” she texted back and you laughed.
You both stepped outside the bar and you got to see Jaafar better. Brown skin glowing by the warm street lights, curls, pretty smile, big brown eyes and a pretty big ass for sure. Might have been one of the most handsome men you’ve seen in a good while.
He was walking with you to his bike, it was the black one. “𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙩?” he said. While that sentence caught you off guard for a bit, you replied “𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝!”
He had an extra helmet and you both hopped on.
The wind blowing through your hair, the speed, the smell of his cologne, the city lights. You both arrived to a street that had a skyline of the city.
Talked a lot about yourselves, got to know each other to the point of finding out you both lived in the same neighborhood when little but he had to move with his dad and he came on vacations this time with his two other biker friends.
It was 2am and you both decided to continue the ride back to your apartment.
He parked infront of the building and you gave his helmet back.
“𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠? 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚.” you invited and he accepted.
He joined you on your living room and you changed into something more comfortable. The conversation went longer and deeper than you had planned, you both ended talking about relationships, turn ons, etc.
Until you made the mistake to kiss him randomly. He was surprised and you too. His ears went more red than they were already due to the alcohol effect.
“𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞’𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮” you said with one of your hands on your forehead. “𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣.”
He giggled “𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚” while looking at your eyes.
It was a green light. He liked it aaaand you too, so you did it again but this time it was longer.
Long enough for both of you ending on your furniture, him with no shirt and you with little less clothes.
His kisses were warm and wet, you could taste the alcohol he had drank. Him kissing your neck down your cleavage. His manly hands were strong enough to move you how he wanted. You were enjoying this a bit too much.
Kissing down your stomach he got to your already wet underwear. “𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙚” he said while proceeding to caressing your lower lips gently.
You left out a whimper which gave him the impression that you liked it.
He then moved your panties to the side and pressed a kiss against your cunt to start licking and sucking on it.
While holding his pretty curls you could tell he was very good at it.
One hand opening your folds, and the other one hand gripping your lower back while your legs were on his shoulder.
You said “𝙞 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙅𝙖𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙧”
“𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙜 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚” Jaafar answered.
Whining his name out, Jaafar introduced two of his fingers at once, you were wet enough for them to slide as if they belonged there.
His movements caused you goosebumps all over your body and every moan you led out, the faster they got.
“𝙅𝙖𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚” you whimpered.
“𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡” he smiled and continued the fast rhythm, until you did. He had tasted every juice you led out while shockwaves were all over your insides.
The night was barely starting when you last checked your phone at 2am. Now it was 10 in the morning and you woke up in your bed, with Jaafar, the biker you met last night, hugging you from your behind still asleep and your phone on 10% battery with 60+ messages on your besties group chat.
Summary: Jaafar finds it cute when you get nervous after a make out and teases you.
After every make out, you always seem to forget how to function.
You sit there all quiet, blinking like your brain hasn’t caught up with what just happened, fingers fiddling with your sleeve, trying so hard to act normal and failing in the cutest way possible.
Jaafar notices every time "You okay over there angel?" he teases, leaning in just enough that you can feel his presence again.
"I'm fine," you mumbled way too fast. That response earned a low laugh from him “That was the least convincing ‘fine’ I’ve ever heard.”
You finally look at him, cheeks warm. “Stop looking at me like that.” “Like what?” he asks, already smiling like he knows. “Like you’re enjoying this.”
He hums, pretending to think about it. “Maybe I am.” That makes you go even quieter, eyes dropping immediately and that’s exactly what he was waiting for.
“Aw,” he says softly, brushing his thumb along your jaw like it’s second nature. “There she goes again. My pretty girl getting all shy on me.”
“I’m not shy,” you insist, even though your voice gives you away. He leans closer, grinning. “Yeah? Then look at me."
You don't. He grins and lets out a little chuckle. “Yeah… that’s what I thought."
As we probably wont have much Jaafar content from now on since the Michael promotions ended (?) we dont have more options just to rewatch all the project interviews he had this era.
BUT i wanted to make a little interaction post for us!!
If you had the chance to ask any random question to Jaafar (out of his Michael project), what would you ask?👀
Most of his recent interviews have been about his Michael movie (for obvious reasons) but i wish to know what questions do we, his fans, have for him; like hobbies, comfort foods, or any off script questions!
