Aug 4, 2017
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Popek & Królik - Jaraj Zośkę Król Albanii
Aifam - Jaraj się feat. Shellerini Prezentujemy drugi singiel z płyty AIFAM -- Ponad Tym. Kawałek "Jaraj Sie" jest efektem poznańsko-krakowskiej kooperacji! Za warstwę tekstową odpowiedzialni są poznańscy raperzy: Mrokas, Paluch i gościnnie Shellerini z WSRH, a za warstwę muzyczną i teledysk odpowiedzialny jest Donatan wraz z ekipą POKAZZ ART z Krakowa!
Family Matters || Jaraj
Raj: Er, Jacques? Can I talk to you about something?
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Who was the one to propose: Jacques. He goes all in so fast. Idk. I feel like it’d be Jacques. But then it could be Raj because Raj seems more like a planner.
Who stressed more over wedding planning: Raj probably. Jacques is more of a ‘go with the flow’ guy. Or a ‘we can get married on this hill with some friends’ and forget what you need to do that.
Who decorated the house: Jacques. lol. If he can afford decorations he’ll throw them everywhere we can.
Who does the cooking: Raj. Jacques does sometimes but he gets distracted in the middle of cooking and tends to burn stuff.
Who is more organized: Raj
Who initiates bedroom fun: I think they both initiate, though I feel like Raj might initiate more often. Jacques is more of a cuddler than a sex-minded individual. He likes sex he’s just more of an emotional cuddly babe.
Who suggested kids first: Uhhhh. Jacques maybe?
Who’s more dominant: Raj
Who’s the cuddler: Jacques. Hands down. Like above he’s quite the cuddler.
Who’s the big spoon/little spoon: Jacques would love to be the little spoon, but he’s okay with switching it up.
What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Watching a movie? Or going dancing? Jacques likes going out so I feel like maybe it’d be that or a picnic in the forest? Ugh there are plenty of things they enjoy.
Who cooks: I feel like this was already answered. Raj. Unless it’s who can and technically they both can.
Who comes home drunk at 3am: Jacques is more likely to do it I think.
Who kills the spiders: Raj. Jacques gently picks them up and takes them out of the room usually.
Who falls asleep first: Raj. It feels like he’d just pass out quick.
A head canon: Jacques and Raj have a short goodnight call if they’re not together. Largely cause Jacques wants to wish Raj a great night’s sleep.
Their relationship summed up in a gif:
Do they have any “rituals”? Jacques will insist on a kiss goodnight at least before they head their separate ways.
Who is louder? As a whole or in bed? Cause as a whole I’m sure it’s Jacques. He’s a talkative asshole. In bed? Welll…
Who is more experimental? Jacques. He’s experimented plenty in France etc.
Who takes more risks? Jacques? Raj? Shit I feel like they both take risks but in different ways.
Do they fuck or make love? make loooove.
Lights on or off? Either is fine. Jacques likes lights so he can see his magnificent boyfriend, but he’s happy with both.
Who is more likely to be caught masturbating? Uhhh…Raj?
Who is more likely to suggest a threesome? Jacques probably. ahaha.
Who comes first? Raj hopefully. Jacques is very focused on his guy’s pleasure so idk.
Who is better at oral and who prefers it? I feel like they both would be pretty great at this. Maybe Jacques is better at it with the practice he’s had? Idk. I feel like they’d both enjoy it though.
Who is more submissive? Jacques, largely since he doesn’t tend to take charge sexually. He needs someone to focus him.
Who usually initiates things? I think they both do.
Who is more sensitive? Raj maybe?
Who has the most patience? Raj. What a gift.
Which kinks do they share? Uhhh….I feel like Jacques is probably kinkier as a whole but idk. Maybe they both are into biting or something. lol. idk.
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Who asks the other on dates: JacquesWho is the bigger cuddler: JacquesWho initiates holding hands more often: RajahWho remembers anniversaries: BothWho is more possessive: RajahWho gets more jealous: RajahWho is more protective: Rajah? Although I think it depends? idk maybe bothWho is more likely to cheat: NeitherWho initiates sexy times the most: RajahWho dislikes PDA the most: Rajah probably? Who kills the spider: RajahWho asks the the other to marry them: JacquesWho buys the other flowers or gifts: Jacques (even though he has no money gdi)Who would bring up possibly having kids: RajahWho is more nervous to meet the parents: JacquesWho sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: Jacques?Who tries to make up first after arguments: JacquesWho tells the other they love them more often: Idk both?
Tiger, Tiger, Burning Bright | Jaraj
@jacquescleans
The forest smelled of spring, like new earth and flower petals and the sharp tang of green (because yes, green had a smell). Every breath Rajah took brought the season closer to him. The sun warmed his skin, making him feel energized, every muscle in him limber, ready to run, and jump and play. He held Jacques’ hand in his hand as they kicked up leaves and twigs. They were heading to Rajah’s secret hideaway.
The forest was looking at the two of them. Rajah could feel it, ears tingling with every noise and shift of the wind. It was like it knew what Rajah planned, could sense the tiger just like Rajah’s tiger could sense the movements of the forest.
And the forest would see the tiger today. So would Jacques. It was time, finally, after waiting and dreaming and wanting so badly to let Jacques know this most important part of him. In the wake of the gryphon attack, Copper had lifted the gag order-- more or less. He still had to be careful of course, he still couldn’t be a magick openly. But he could show Jacques. He could tell him of the heritage that he held so dear.
It was about a fifteen minute trek into the wood then, but finally Rajah stopped by a shroud of trees, ones that he knew well. His smell was everywhere here, which only Rajah would know, of course. This was his land.
He squeezed Jacques hand, his smile spreading over his face. “Er… do you wanna...sit?” he said and motioned toward a fallen tree.
Can We Find A Way? | Jaraj
@rajah-patel
Jacques had taken three days longer than he otherwise might have to make a decision. It was horrible, honestly. He had all kinds of emotions whirling around his brain. Joy, love, hurt...and a hell of a lot of guilt. How could he still be as mixed up as when it all started? A part of him wished that Gil had never opened his mouth to tell him how he felt. Why did it have to be now? Jacques had moved on a bit. He had told himself he would never get what he wanted with Gil. He had come to accept that...only to now be more twisted up than ever with what he had learned.
And he knew, he knew he would never be able to make everyone happy, as much as he wished that he could. He really really wished that he could. And he would have to apologize to Gil again. He really would. Because he knew what he was hoping for...had been hoping for since Raj had first shown up in his ‘office’ if you could really call his business an office. Jacques wanted the chance to be with Raj. He wanted an actual chance to be with someone who had liked being with him. Who didn’t need to struggle to do something with him.
It had taken Jacques this long to even acknowledge that he might deserve more than he was willing to let himself get with Gil. After all, he would have asked for nothing. He would have let everything stay the same. He would have done everything at Gil’s pace. And it was only now, now that the singing had stopped, that he was even able to think enough to register how little he thought of himself with that. And yes, he knew that Gil cared about him...genuinely cared about him. But he wasn’t sure if that would be enough...for either of them somehow.
Maybe that made Jacques horrible, but he found himself rushing out the door, on his way over to Raj before he realized he wasn’t one hundred percent sure where Raj would actually be. His first assumption was work, as he knew that Raj loved his job more than most things. It was great really, how passionate he was about helping others. Jacques understood that passion with every fiber of his own being. He did. It was something he knew Gil could never relate to, as amazing as he was.
Jacques drifted toward the station, his hands fidgeting and itching to go find someone to heal instead of going to find out....that Raj was still in the same place as before. That their singing, their sharing feelings had done nothing, and Jacques’ hopes had gone up for nothing. Still, Jacques, if nothing else was a champion at trying, and he had to try now. He had to see whether Raj still wanted to be with him. If there was reason to keep trying.
He made his way into the station, glancing around and catching sight of Raj’s boss and partner, Copper Russell. An awkward smile spread across his face. “Hey Copp- I mean Sheriff...Sheriff Russell sir...” Wow Jacques, starting out strong here. “Would you happen to know where I might find Raj?” He asked, hopeful that the cop would be willing to share that information. Still, he added, just in case it would help his case, “Please...I have to tell him something really important.” That wasn’t even a lie. He did. He really needed to tell Raj everything.
Copper raised an eyebrow at him...which was fair. Maybe he sounded just a touch desperate. Still, he was nice enough. Informative even. Thank god. "Yeah, he's in his office...everything alright?" The other asked, and Jacques nodded quickly. “Yeah yeah, of course. Just, after you start singing feelings at someone you just want to you know...check in...apologize for singing ABBA...you know..” He said with a sheepish smile. Copper was still giving him a weird look. "Sure, sure. ehm, good luck?" Copper replied, and Jacques beamed at him. “Thank you Sheriff!” He waved and then rushed over to Raj’s office, pushing the door open without really thinking.
An awkward smile stretched across his face and he paused in the doorway. “Umm...heeey Raj. This is...I should’ve knocked. Sorry, I really didn’t think that through but I was hoping...could we...that is maybe...talk? For a bit? If you’re busy I can come back later though for sure. Don’t worry. I can see myself out.”
Hold onto that Feeling || Jaraj
@jacquescleans
It was a spell. A terrible, wicked, powerful, unstoppable, musically-inclined spell that had turned the entire station into somethin’ off the West End. He’d come into work after his usual run-- having blasted Journey through his earbuds the entire time-- and as soon as he’d opened his mouth, he’d started singing right at Copper, like this shit was normal:
Workin' hard to get my fill Everybody wants a thrill Payin' anythin' to roll the dice Just one more time Copper’s jaw had dropped open. Raj had dropped to the floor and started to air guitar.
As soon as he’d gone to every single desk and serenaded everyone, crooning not to give up, to keep believing, to hold onto that feeling, he’d finished with a breathy huff, grabbed a pencil, and immediately wrote: Words got in my way, I'm so sorry. Which was better than nothing, better than another episode of Raj Does Karaoke. Copper had snagged the pen and pencil and struggled with some lyrics himself (nothing Raj recognized) and they agreed, the best they could, they needed to wait this monstrosity out.
So Raj had been on his way to his lunch break, wandering through choreographed dance routines in the streets, mouth resolutely shut, when he found himself, for no reason (fuck this spell) at Jacques’ office.
His eyes widened. Oh no, he thought to himself. His hand reached out like it was possessed, grabbing the door. He grabbed his own wrist. Nooooooo--
Why hadn’t he locked himself in his office?!
The door swung open and he stumbled in, seeing Jacques sitting in his bean bag chair, looking at him startled. He opened his mouth to say Jacques’ name--
“Baby-- “ Aw shit.
"Any way you want it That's the way you need it Any way you want it.”
Shit.
He wandered forward, quite against his will, feeling the music-- one of his favourite Journey songs, mind you-- trembling in every cell inside him. He reached out his hand and drew Jacques up from his beanbag chair, his hands immediately going to the man’s waist and pulling him closer (Shit! Shit!)
“He loves to laugh, he loves to sing-- he does everything.”