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w1ldthoughts · 9 months

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The Forgotten One Chapter One: Cheers to Four Years

Pairing: CEO!Jack Harlow x Amnesiac!Reader

A/n: First chapter of The Forgotten One Series! So excited to do my first Jack Harlow AU. It’ll be emotional and stressful but hopefully you all enjoy it!

Warnings: car accident description, hospital stay and description of injuries.

When your alarm sounded that morning, you were ready to go. There was so much to do today with so little time to get it all done. With a mental list in mind, you tried to sit up in bed to grab your phone and type it all out but a heavy weight pulled you right back down to reality.

“Don’t know where you’re about to go without a good morning kiss or anything? On our anniversary no less? My god.” Jack whines, pressing his lips to your bare shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” you laughed. “Happy anniversary baby, you’re the love of my life.”

“That’s better isn’t it?”

The man’s smile says it all. He pulls you further into his arms, allowing your upper body to rest on top of him. “This—this is better.”

“Ever since you moved in, I think I’ve slept a lot better. Having this be our home instead of just mine has brought me so much peace. You bring me peace. Happy anniversary y/n.”

The kiss started off slow, lips lightly brushing together and filled with anticipation. Jack’s hands roamed your body, his hands finding purchase on the small of your back. He drew small circles against the sheet that was still covering your body, deepening the kiss. “We should skip work today, spend some quality time celebrating. Four years is a pretty big deal, you know?”

“It is a big deal but I have a big meeting at work today that I absolutely cannot miss. So I gotta go before I’m late. You and I both know my boss is all about us being 15 minutes early or we’re late while he shows up whenever he wants.” You tell him with a giggle, poking his nose.

He watches you get up from the bed and huffs out a breath, looking miserable. “So you’ll leave your boyfriend in bed who loves you so much to go see your terrible boss?”

“Yes, yes I am. Because this is my dream job and on the bright side he’s very sexy. So at least I’ll have something to look at.” After getting ready, you give him one last peck on the lips and tell him you have a gift for him tonight after dinner.

Pulling into your parking spot at Churchill Downs Inc. will never get old. The company was a foundational part of the state of Kentucky and you were lucky enough to get a small HR position out of college and steadily worked your way up to Director of Operations. Another girl who started at the company at the same time you did had climbed the ladder with you along the way and without Cleo’s support and encouragement during some very trying times, there was no way you’d be where you are today.

After swiping your company ID, you took the elevator up to your office on the 13th floor, welcomed by your assistant Ben who held your favorite coffee in his right hand and an overview of who would be attending the meeting in his left. Cleo came in a few minutes later to give a numbers update for you to present to the board, and to make lunch plans.

“I’m probably gonna order us some Proof on Main because I’m not leaving here until 8 tonight. Need to meet with Elijah down in accounting to make sure we’re on track and he’s been kind of hard to track down so I’ll be here for a while.” Cleo sits down on the couch in the corner of the room. She claims it’s her designated spot. “What time are you and Jack going to dinner?”

“Reservations are for 6:30 I think. So I’ll probably head out around 4:45.”

“I seriously cannot believe you guys have been together for four years,” she laughs. “Do you remember when we—“

“We don’t have to talk about the dark ages. Not when we had cubicles by the bathrooms and packed tuna sandwiches for lunch because we had to save our money to pay bills.” A shiver went down your spine at the thought of living paycheck to paycheck while having to dress up for various fundraisers and galas on a very small budget.

“Those were the days. Wouldn’t want to spend my nights watching ‘Good Girls’ and eating ramen on the couch with anyone else. I love you and I’m really glad we get to do this together every day.” Cleo states proudly, wiping a fake tear from her eye.

You stood up from your seat to grab her hand in agreement. “I love you too. And I will see you in 30 after my meeting. Wish me luck.”

“Please, you don’t need luck. You run this shit.”

Walking into a board room to speak in front of a group of men lit a fire under you that was hard to explain. Yes, Cathy and Rachel were on the board as well but they had probably been sitting in these meetings since you were in middle school. You walked around to the front of the board room and handed out the information sheets, giving everyone access to the numbers you’d be referencing and where they came from in case there were any questions. The entire board was in attendance, except your boss. Of course he’d demand that everyone be early and he was nowhere to be found. After giving it five minutes to see if he’d show up, you began to speak.

“Okay so I’m going to keep it short and just go over some big picture things for you all so everyone is on the same page regarding the schedule. We have racetrack inspections starting Wednesday and the repair crew will come in some time after to give a final ‘all clear’ and—“

The door opens and he walks in wearing a beige knitted top with olive green pants and brown New Balance 550s. How wonderful it must feel to be a modern day CEO. And comfortable. He simply sat down at the opposite end of you and was immediately handed all the necessary paperwork to catch up.

“As I was saying, we’re starting the newest season in the fall. Sports books open back up in six weeks which means that we need to beat out the numbers from last quarter. You all know that we had record breaking numbers in both wagers at $796 million and profit, which was at $319 million. From where we’re at today this quarter’s target numbers are $803 million in wagers and $360 million in profit.” You looked to the table at the impressed faces staring back at you, feeling proud. There was a very limited number of questions and the meeting was adjourned, everyone heading back to their respective offices, except for your boss who stayed behind as you grabbed your stuff.

“What could you possibly have been doing to show up to this meeting 12 minutes late?” You questioned him as he scrolled through his phone, very unmoved by your annoyed tone of voice.

“I’m sorry,” he put his phone down and stood up, placing his hands on your shoulders, making you relax a bit. “My girlfriend and I have pretty big plans tonight and I just had to make sure that Sadie cleared my schedule. You know she forgets things sometimes.”

You scoff, feeling tension in your shoulders again. “That’s because she wants to fuck you. So badly. Everyone knows that.”

“Well sometimes good things happen when you have sex with your boss. Like a four year, extremely stable, healthy and sexy relationship? Best thing that ever happened to you?” Jack beams, kissing your forehead.

“Hm, I guess life with you isn’t so bad, boss.”

“Hey enough with the dirty talk y/n. We’re on the clock.” He states, walking in front of you, getting ready to open the door.

“I literally didn’t say anything remotely sexual.”

He stops right as his hand touches the door handle, turning around to face you. His ocean eyes filled with pure adoration. “You don’t have to say anything. Just know I want you, all the fucking time.”

“Good thing you have me all to yourself then, huh?”

Your boyfriend gives you a knowing look, “I can’t wait to show you tonight how grateful I am to get to be with you.” He pecks your cheek and fully opens the door, heading back up to his office.

Before you knew it, 5pm hit and it was time to head home and get ready for dinner. You opted for a black leather miniskirt, a black top with an olive green trench coat and boots. Jack was leaning on the kitchen counter, typing away on his laptop clad in an all black outfit. Of course. After showering you with compliments and sneaking in a few cheeky kisses, it was time to leave.

The two of you headed off to the restaurant and were immediately seated in a private section for some much needed peace and quiet. He never really drank but for this occasion, he ordered two glasses of their most expensive wine.

“Cheers to us. Four years down, the best time of my life.” Jack declared, a light clink of your glasses hitting each other the only other sound in the room. “Here’s to so many more adventures together. I love you so much, baby.”

“I love you too. Cheers bubs.”

He laughs, shaking his head at the nickname that secretly made his stomach tingle. “So…gifts. I know we said we wouldn’t make a big deal out of it this year but I feel like we’ve been working so hard and haven’t actually gotten to spend time with each other for more than a day outside of work in the last few months…”

“Jackman, what did you do?” You mused.

“We’re going to the Maldives in two weeks. Just you and me and a California king bed overlooking the second most beautiful view I’ve ever seen. The first is you being naked if I wasn’t making myself clear.”

“No, I got it.” You reassure him with a giggle. This was really the man you chose out of all others in this world. “And I think it’s a great idea. Thank you my love.”

“Anything for you, pooks.”

Now it was your turn. “I’ve literally been looking for something to get you for months because what the hell do you get someone who already has everything they could possibly want? And I figured it out. You’re always in the office until late and I miss you. So I got an upgrade for your home office and it’s being set-up as we speak. It's a noise canceling Livit Studypod so you won’t have to physically be in your office to get that quiet feel you need when you’re trying to focus. That way I can just be downstairs if you need a break or whatever.”

“That is actually perfect, you’re a fucking genius.”

“I know.” You respond, taking a bite of your food. “It’s why you fell in love with me, even if I didn’t like you. Not even a little.”

Jack sighs, thinking back to a time that felt like centuries ago. “And now look at you. Can’t get enough of me.”

“If that’s what you tell yourself so you can sleep better at night then I’m gonna let you have it.”

On the way home, you and Jack were belting out “Candy Girl” by New Edition. He remembered going straight right after the light turned green. Everything happened so quickly after that, but also the world seemed to be going in slow motion. The other car must have been going at least 60 mph when it hit the passengers side. There was glass…everywhere. His all black Aston Martin DBX spun eight times before smashing into the median, leaving behind an overwhelming smell of burned rubber and gas. Bystanders watched in horror as the Prince of Kentucky and his longtime girlfriend were pulled out of the totaled car, placed on stretchers and heaved onto different ambulances. The scene looked catastrophic and all anyone could do was pray and hope for the best.

Two days went by. Two days full of national news coverage about the young CEO of Churchill Downs Inc. and the accident. The man who hit them walked away with a few bruises on his face and a broken nose from the airbag as well as getting arrested for driving under the influence. The only sounds that could be heard in Jack’s hospital room was the steady beep of the machines and his dad Brian’s soft snores. It was the first time in 37 hours that he’d actually slept. His mom was sitting next to the bed, nursing her ninth cup of coffee in the last day.

The first thing he felt when he woke up was the searing pain in his left shoulder. Then the fact that his lips were chapped and he was in desperate need of some water. He blinked his eyes open and attempted a deep breath, groaning at the painful sensation that resonated throughout his entire body.

“Jack? Sweetie, hi.” Maggie whispered, tears escaping the exact same blue eyes that were now staring back at her. “You’re awake. How—” she blew out a breath that she’d been holding since she arrived at Norton Hospital. “How are you feeling? Are you in any pain? I can—I can call someone to give you more meds or—”

“I’m fine, mom.” He rasps out his voice hoarse from lack of use. “How’s y/n? I need to see her. Where is she?” Jack mutters, getting himself ready to stand up from his bed. His dad and Clay pop up immediately, broken out of their sleepy daze to ease him back down.

“You can’t go anywhere bro.” Clay tells him. “You broke your collarbone, a grade two concussion and got a pretty nasty cut on your shoulder.”

His dad places a comforting hand on his good shoulder, “just take it easy son. She’s just next door and we’ll take you to her when you’ve got a little more energy.”

“Fine.” Jack scoffs, feeling too tired to argue. “Is she okay at least? Can you tell me anything?” The trio exchange looks that make him feel like they’re preparing him for the worst. “Somebody please tell me. I can—I can handle it.” He whispers, trying to settle his breaths. And even though everyone in the room knew that he definitely would not be able to handle it, they had to tell him.

Maggie sat at the side of the bed and placed a hand on her son’s leg. “Honey, she’s not awake yet. And it’s not looking good. The—impact of the crash caused some swelling in her brain and they had to put her in a medically induced coma. They’re still running tests but she,” his mom pauses at the look in her son’s eyes. It was like the light had gone out in them and the more she spoke, the more despondent he looked. “You should probably get some more rest. We’ll grab you some water and food so you can get your strength back? How does that sound?”

He didn’t respond, just gave her a simple nod and reclined the bed back a little so that he could lay down more comfortably, even with his injuries. The thought of you sitting there helpless and in pain was ten times as painful as his collarbone or anything he was experiencing. His family stepped outside and he knew they were whispering about him but all he could hear was the consistent dripping sound of his tears onto the pillow under his head.

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harlowsthetic · 10 months

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Jack Harlow — "I'm still out here gettin' cuter."

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sinsandsuccubus · 10 months

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SUNDAY NIGHT - Jack Harlow

Context: “Somethin tell me that a relapse comin.”

Genre: angst

Word Count: 2.2k+

Pairings: Jack Harlow X Ex!Fem!Reader

Warnings: n/a

a/n: Okay, so this concept was based on a story post written by the wonderful @lcandothisallday , called “Promises”, which I have linked at the bottom of this post. Thank you so much for allowing me to recreate your story, I greatly appreciate it.

Also, sorry for any spelling or grammar errors, I kept disassociating when I was reading this back over.

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Please don't let nothing get back to me

I've been trying to detach from you

Deep down though, I wanna know about what the fuck you been up to

Old him could have seen that coming

Fuck you I don't need nothing from ya

I was doing pretty good without you

But something tells me that a relapse coming

It was like high-school all over again. Seeing the school in similar shape as it was when you left brought back nostalgic memories. They had painted the lockers and had given the cafeteria and auditorium, as well as the gym, new looks. Of course, new desks were due, and better spirit and decor were all over the place, but overall? The place was a mirror image of memories. You traced the painted gaps of the brick walls with your finger, getting that same smooth feeling on the tip of your finger. Just as you were rounding the corner to the main hallway, you ran directly into a friend.

“Y/N?” You heard a voice speak, their hands landing on your shoulders to steady you. You looked up at the individual only to see someone you hadn’t seen in a long time.

Well, you’d seen, but not actually seen.

“Urban?” You exclaimed, almost jumping into his arms when he nodded his head.

“Holy shit! It’s so good to see you! You look gorgeous, as always.” He spoke, embracing your body in a tight hug. The black, thin-strapped dress that adorned your body as well as the matching black Louis Vuitton pumps and small diamond necklace. A beautiful tennis bracelet sat on your wrist, your hair styled to perfection, almost looking like you walked fresh off the runway.

You had made a name for yourself in your career field, which had put you in a pretty stable financial bracket.

Besides, it was always best to one-up the hoes of your old high-school at your reunion.

Especially since the Jack Harlow was in attendance.

You reflected back on those days when you both were smitten with each other, two teenagers in love. You, actually, often reflect back on it every time he posts on Instagram.

Not that you follow him on Instagram or anything.

No, you totally only see him through Urban’s account, which tags his account in things.

Right.

You and Jack had broken up shortly before his debut album, That’s What They All Say, Jack allowing the fame to take over his personal life and relationships. At least, that’s how you see things.

“Y/N, I swear it means nothing. You know that you’re everything to me, it’s all a part of the game baby. I’ve gotta remain a heartthrob for all the fans.”

“But you had to say you were single during that interview?! You couldn’t have diverted the question? Gave a different answer?”

“Like what Y/N?!”

“Oh, I don’t know Jack. Maybe ‘That’s for me to know and for you to never find out.’ Or, or! ‘I’ll leave it up to y’all to think and decide the answer.’ Anything that didn’t scream “Hey, I’m totally single and out for grabs.”

“You know that’s not it works baby. I have to follow a script.”

“Yeah, and I have to follow my gut.”

“What are you saying?”

“I want to break up.”

Sure, you had broken it off, but if Jack hadn’t played the part, you’d still be together.

Maybe.

“Yeah, and you still smell like weed Urban.”

“Seriously, it’s that bad? I thought that cologne I bought would hide the smell good enough.” He pulled up the collar of his shirt to smell himself, looking around the hallway you two were standing lone in. You laughed at his jester, slapping his shoulder.

“I swear you don’t change.”

“And neither do you Y/N.” He looked around again. “I swear Jack was just around here, he’ll be happy to see you.”

“Mm, I don’t think so.”

“Come on Y/N, don’t think like that.”

“Urban, how can I not? I broke up with him when he needed me.”

“Y/N, you and I both know that wasn’t the case. You got out before the fame got to him, which I don’t blame you for. It’s a little too much for me sometimes if you really wanna ask.” He put a hand on your shoulder, sliding it down to rest on your bicep.

“Look, 2fo and the rest of the guys are throwing an after-party after the reunion and I want you to come.”

“Urban, I don’t-“

“Don’t worry about Jack, don’t come for him. Come for me.” He looked you in the eyes, firm in his word.

“Fine. Only for you Urby.”

“I love it when you call me that.”

It was a house party. Urban had let you know before he gave you the address, and you thought it was a good idea to make a pit stop home to change the look.

Designer heels at a house party? In the backyard? Not a good idea.

Urban greeted you at the door and handed you a wine cooler, guiding you to the backyard where everyone surrounded the fire pit.

“Are there marshmallows?” You asked Urban, whispering in his ear.

“Yup. Some of the chocolate is infused though.”

“Of course it is.” You and Urban laughed before catching the eyes of a few of some other people.

“Y/N! Whatcha doin here?!” 2fo ran up and gave you a hug, squeezing you in his embrace.

“Urban invited me, figured I’d stop in.”

“Stop in? You’re staying. Come sit with us by the fire.” 2fo practically dragged you towards the pit, plopping you down in one of the free seats.

“Yo Y/N, how’s it going? How’s life?” Copelean spoke, giving you a fist bump as you set next to him. Sunni tipped his hat, proceeding to continue roasting his marshmallows.

“Pretty damn good. I made a name for myself after I graduated uni, I flew in just for the reunion.”

“How long are you here for?” 2fo asked, taking a hit off the blunt Urban passed.

“Another two days. I’m catching up with a couple of my girlfriends before heading back out.”

“And you weren’t gonna stop by?”

“I didn’t think Jack would like that.”

The area got silent, tension slowly filling the area. Before Sunni cut it with a knife.

“Y/N, I don’t think it was your fault at all. Yeah, you broke up with him, but you wanted out before the fame.” He spoke, taking a long sip of his beer.

“Yeah, and I can respect that. You never seemed like the type to be attracted to the spotlight. I remember when you got published for an article and you wanted to be published as “anonymous”. Cope spoke, laughing as he passed the blunt back to Urban.

“Listen, I was embarrassed-“

“It was good work.”

“Never said it wasn’t. I just didn’t want everyone to know it was me who wrote that long-ass paper.”

“Yeah yeah. Whatever. Either way, I don’t blame you. We all don’t. We just wish you would have stayed in touch with us at least.”

You nodded your head at all of them, them smiling in return.

“Well. Enough of that! Pass me a s’more, without the special chocolate.” Everyone laughed, Urban passing you the unopened bar of Hersey chocolate. An hour passed as you caught up with them all, sharing stories.

“Yeah, so then he thinks it’s a great idea to race with no shoes on in the dorm lobby. So then, as he rounds the corner, he slips and slides smack into the pole. That’s when I learned he was a lightweight.” Everyone laughed at your story, Urban turning his head as a figure appeared.

“Hey, every- Y/N? What are you doing here?” Jack spoke, his voice changing from happy to annoyed. You stood up, turning to face your ex.

“Nice to see you too Jack.” You folded your arms over your chest, Urban placing an arm over your shoulder as he stood.

“I invited her. It’s been a while since we’ve all seen her, I thought it would be good to catch up.”

“Yeah, without telling me. I greatly appreciate it.”

“Not everything is about you Jack.”

“No, it’s not. But I would have appreciated it if someone had told me my ex was coming.” Once again, it was silent.

“I texted you.” Urban spoke, eyeing Jack with narrow eyes.

“Yeah well, I obviously didn’t see it.”

“Yeah, and I obviously shouldn’t be here. If you’re gonna act like that.” You spoke, grabbing a napkin to wipe your hands of the remaining s’more.

“Y/N, don’t go.” Sunni spoke, now sitting up in his lawn chair.

“Actually, I think it’s a good idea.” Jack spoke, making your eyes widen.

“Okay, I get it, you’re hurt by me breaking up with you, but I’d expect you to be more mature than to hold grudges Jack.”

“Yeah, well, you thought wrong. How did you think I would react after you left me?”

“And how did you think I felt when you went on that interview?”

“You’re still on that?” Jack sighed.

“Yes, Jack! I am because that’s the main reason we broke up! I couldn’t live like that knowing I was your dirty little secret.”

“Yeah, well maybe I should have stayed single. Wouldn’t have to deal with you bitchin'.”

You stared at Jack in silence, tension higher than before. You clenched your fist, close to slapping him across the face.

“Say that one more time, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

“I said, maybe I should have stay-“

“That’s enough Jack.” Urban spoke sternly, dropping his arm from your shoulders to look at him.

“What? Y’all act like she didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Because she didn’t. We all saw how you acted during that interview, and we all can see how your fans are with you now. Y/N’s not cut out for that, and you know it.” Copelean stood up, moving to stand next to you.

“Damn, so y’all really gonna do me like that?” Jack spoke, glaring at his friends.

“Don’t worry about it guys. I’ll take my leave.” You spoke firmly, spinning around and heading for the patio doors.

“Y/N, wait!” You threw your hand up in response, grabbing the keys to your car off the counter, all the while Urban took to Jack.

“Are you fucking serious dude? You couldn’t have been more of an ass?”

“What? Y’all seriously thought I’d be okay with my ex at my party? Especially that ex.”

“Look, we get it, she broke your heart, but think about it Jack. How would you feel if she went on an interview claiming she was single for the world to see?” Sunni questioned, now folding his arms now his chest.

“I would say it’s for the business.”

“Bullshit. You were furious when Jason Rudolph asked her to prom. And she rejected him right in front of you.” 2fo spoke, raising an eyebrow.

“Face it Jack, you’re upset because you let a good one get away.” Urban spoke, angrily.

“You don’t get.”

“Oh no, I think I do get it. But what you don’t see is the other side. Y/N is my friend too. I was there when she cried after she broke it off. I was there when she felt guilty about it. I was there those nights she texted you and you never responded. And I was there when she decided to move so she wouldn’t have the reminder of you constantly there. You don’t know how bad she felt. She did it to protect herself. You can’t blame her for that.”

Jack was silent. He was taking in all of the opinions of his friends. And truthfully, he believed it. He knew he was in the wrong. He truly hadn’t looked at the other side. And truthfully, he would have done the same.

You had began to start your driving playlist before Jack appeared at your window, scaring you before you chose to roll it down.

“Yes Jack?”

“Look, I’m sorry for what I said out there. I was out of line.” He moved as you stepped out of your car, looking him dead in his face as he spoke.

“I get what you did, why you did it. I understand why you broke up with me. You were only protecting yourself, putting yourself first, and I honestly don’t blame you for it. Now that I see it, I would have done the same.”

You looked at your ex, his curls shining in the, now, moonlight of the night. His crystal blue eyes stared into yours, sending shivers down your spine. Yet you stood firm in your word.

“I’m not stupid Jack. I know you probably listened to what the guys said and brought yourself out here to apologize.” You making air quotes around the apologize.

“Y/N..”

“I get it. I get it why you’re upset. I broke your heart. Trust me, I understand. But what you don’t understand is that I broke my own as well. I wanted to be with you, I wanted to see you succeed. I wanted to be there when you made it big, don’t you get that? But that interview was just a preview of what our lives could look like if we stayed together. And I wasn’t ready for that. I didn’t want to put myself in that position. Can you seriously hate me that much because I needed to put myself first?” You paused as you looked at him, waiting for him to say anything, anything at all.

But it was silent.

“Exactly what I thought.” You opened your car door, lowering yourself into the vehicle.

“I hope everything goes well for you Jack. And good luck with your new album.” And with that, you sped off into the night, tears in your eyes.

Please don't let nothing get back to me

I've been trying to detach from you

Deep down though, I wanna know about what the fuck you been up to

Old him could have seen that coming

Fuck you I don't need nothing from ya

I was doing pretty good without you

But something tells me that a relapse coming

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astroluvr · 1 year

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A Trip Around the Sun and Right Back to You

summary: (college!) jack’s birthday stirred up quite the commotion, and despite how much he loves being the big man on campus, he misses his corner of the world- even if he isn’t supposed to

a/n: here’s an impromptu college!jack blurb! its my first writing in a while, so pls have mercy on me lol! it’s a little long, and probably taps out from the plot a little, but i hope you enjoy!!! i’m welcome to any thoughts on the college!jack au given that there isn’t much lol.

warnings: mention of drugs (just weed), college party, brief allusions to smut (but not explicit, ik and i’m sorry)

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The world was his oyster, but today the world was just his. The lines of the circle he drew around himself seemed to grow blurrier and blurrier each semester. It was harder to tell who had squeezed themselves in by pushing people over, and who had genuinely earned their place.

It seemed that lately he was an excuse to throw a party, or at least a ticket into one. The guys on his championed soccer team never got as much attention as him, and were almost slick with how they managed to use Jack to get it.

It never occurred to him just how loud it was all the time until he met you. And Jack hardly liked to think of himself as meeting you, in some weird way. Saying that he met you felt like he was referring to some cross of fate, and he absolutely does not want to think about why he thinks of it that way when it comes to only you.

Either way, you were on his mind, and he kept looking at the text message you sent him bright and early in the morning.

Good morning, birthday boy ☀️🧁 Hope your day is wonderful!!

He had stared at that text for at least fifteen minutes before responding to it. The only person who has beat you to the well wishes was his mother- even room mates were late on the draw.

It didn’t upset him, though, he knew that world goes on and people had more things on their mind than telling him happy birthday, but that didn’t mean it didn’t feel nice.

As he stood in the middle of a party in full swing, he found himself staring at the messages between you. A year ago today, he wouldn’t have expected a sweet message from you, but instead a raunchy picture as a gift. He wasn’t sure which he preferred.

“Hey, Jack!” A familiar voice sounded, making his floating fingers slide across the screen, and he turned around quickly, faced with Evan, a friend of Urban’s. “Happy birthday, man.”

“Thank you.” He nodded, and Evan clapped his back before shoving something in his pocket with a wink.

It didn’t take long for Jack to gather what it was, and he only shook his head before throwing it in the middle of a smoke filled circle. People were generous enough to slide him all sorts of baggies all night long, and even more so to supply the party with drinks for free.

He wasn’t sure if he was ungrateful or if he was just reaching an age where he questioned the intention and meaning behind those ‘gifts’, and he did not like that he might’ve been approaching such questions during college.

A month or two ago before your place in his circle became less solid, he wouldn’t have questioned anything for a second.

“Jack!” He finally heard your muffled voice through his phone speaker and he stopped short in the kitchen. The call had been going for at little over a minute now.

“Oh, shit, Y/N!” He said into the speaker, rushing out into the yard where only a few people were scattered across the yard.

The air was thick and humid, but it also cooled him down from the heat of the party that radiated into the night. He shoved a hand in his back pocket before clearing his throat.

“Hey, did you mean to call me?” You asked, and he was envious of how peaceful you sounded. He could imagine that you were just getting home from work, and fresh out of the shower.

That was his favorite time to see you, and he was only allowed the pleasure a couple of times before.

“No. I-I mean, yes. I mean, fuck, I meant to text you. I just slipped and called.”

“Oh,” you giggled, and Jack swallowed. “Why are you texting little old me in the middle of your bash? You should be in bed with three other girls right now.”

He wanted to laugh because he knew it was a joke, but he also knew that it meant you thought he had the capacity to even think of any other woman.

“You’re the only one.”

And he didn’t specify- and for once, he didn’t feel the need to add a fine print. He didn’t need to say the only that he was sleeping with, or going out with, or even friends with. He didn’t need to, not because he didn’t feel the need to explain his sex life with his tutor/fuck buddy, but because there was no defining category.

“Next time I see you, I have a gift.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mmhmm.” you hummed, and he could hear you adjusting in bed. “But you’ll have to get it soon.”

“Come over. Bring it to me. Both my gifts.”

“Both?” You laughed, and Jack bit his lip. “What makes you think I like you that much? What do you think this other gift is?”

“You.”

The sexual innuendo wasn’t clear in his statement. He wasn’t sure if the gift would be your presence itself or having sex with you, and he didn’t want to dwell on which would be his preferred.

“I don’t want to crash your party.” You mumbled, a teasing lift to your voice that almost made Jack groan.

“It’s not crashing if it’s my party, and I’m inviting you.”

“Jack, we both know…” you trailed off with a laugh, and he nodded as though you could see him.

It wasn’t his party, and you would be crashing, and it was all Jack’s fault. He always tossed the mention of parties like this around, and made you feel like you wouldn’t fit in before you even had the chance to. He had driven you away because he was scared of what he felt. He had removed the wrong person from his circle, and now it felt like he was struggling to make room.

“Just come through. I’ll wait for you at the door, and we can hang out.” He could practically see your face screw into uncertainty.

“Jack, the gift really isn’t that nice, and I’m not really in the mood to-“

“This isn’t about the gift, and this isn’t about fucking. It’s just about seeing you tonight. On my birthday.”

You sighed and bit your lip before looking down at your boy shorts and oversized shirt. “I’m not coming dressed up.”

“Good.”

You were over at Jack’s in less than fifteen minutes and the party was pouring out of the house. You knew better than to try and park anywhere near it, so you parked a little bit across the street, away from a lot of the commotion.

You were only in sweats and a hoodie that you pulled on over the clothes as you tried to blend in with everyone. You hated the parties, and you were suddenly grateful that Jack tried to keep you away from them.

You finally found Jack on the front porch, all alone and crowded at the same time. You pouted at the sight. He was only in a pair of sweats similar to yours and a nicer hoodie that he had tugged over his pretty curls that caught a little bit of light from the full moon.

“This isn’t the birthday suit I was expecting to see.” You murmured, walking up next to him and pulling him from one trance into another. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m great. Just wanted… a break, I guess.”

You hummed, wanting nothing more than to just lean against the soccer team’s house and try to pretend that the smoke was a breeze.

“Let’s go inside.” he tugged at your sleeve, and you followed him, growing nervous as you entered the belly of the beast.

If anyone was sober enough to notice- which was maybe a handful do designated drivers too caught up in their own misery to give a damn, they might catch the way you tried to stay behind Jack’s tall figure that parted the crowd, and the way he put his hand out towards the bottom of his back for you to take. You wanted to so badly, but you felt that the consequences would sting. That you’d take it for more than it was.

Jack stopped short at a couch, tapping his friend’s shoulder as he split a blunt with a girl underneath his arm. You recognized Urban when he narrowed his eyes up at Jack.

“What?” He asked, and you tried to stay perfectly still, stay Jack’s little secret.

“Look, thanks for throwing the party, Urb, but I don’t want to have to clean this shit up, and I don’t want to hear a bunch of people until five in the morning.”

“Bruh,” Urban glanced at you and laughed, making you feel small. “Are you about to go study?”

“Just wrap it up in a little, Urb.” Jack shook his head, and led you back upstairs to his room.

Somehow, despite being able to feel the vibrations of the party, you couldn’t hear it as clearly. Jack’s room felt strangely unfamiliar as he took off the hoodie and revealed only a wife beater underneath before sitting on the edge of his bed and smiling at you.

“What?” You laughed, and Jack reached out to grab your waist, tugging you to the bed next to him. “You’re insane.”

“When do I get my gift?” he murmured, a smile plastered on his face.

The two of you had never kissed without lust or intention behind it, but right now, he just wanted to kiss your forehead and hold you close.

Jack wondered for a moment if he were going crazy. He racked his brain for when he had ever looked at you like this, and he didn’t want to believe it when he kept thinking back to the time you smiled at him when he got an equation right on the homework you were doing together.

“Here.” you reached into your purse and pulled out a cupcake in a plastic container that was a little bigger than normal ones. It had white frosting and its wrapper had little soccer balls printed.

Jack chuckled when it was in his hand and you crossed your arms against your stomach. “This isn’t what I was expecting.”

“Well, I told you it wasn’t much. I mean, I had to get you something. We’re friends, of course- not just friends. Not that we’re more than friends, but I felt like I had to-“

You were interrupted by Jack’s impulse, feeling his lips against yours. You didn’t expect it to deepen the way that it did, but a flurry of want blew through you.

In a heartbeat, you were on his lap, forgetting that you told yourself you’d put your feelings aside for tonight, just be friends with him tonight. You couldn’t stop yourself from placing your hands on his shoulders and letting him place his own hands in the waistband of your sweats before breaking away to look at you.

“You want to?” He questioned, and you nodded, biting your swollen lip. “Thank you for my gift, sweetheart.”

You shuddered at the pet name. Usually, when he was calling you out of your name, it was ‘pretty girl’ or ‘baby’, and that was only when he lost himself within you.

Your mouth parted at the words and you smiled tenderly, trying not to smile or think too hard. “You’re welcome. I’m sure you’ve already had cake, but I couldn’t think of anything else.”

Jack thought to the edible brownies that a candle in it- which was from Urban and probably one of the most thoughtful gifts he’d received. But it wasn’t pure. It wasn’t just a cute gesture or something that was just sweet. It was nothing like that, it was nothing like you.

“Nicest gift I’ve gotten all night, sweetheart.” he mumbled against your neck, sucking a nice bruise that made you moan and cling to his bare shoulders. “Well, a close second.”

By the time Jack finished with you, it was no longer his birthday and he found a sketchy plastic knife in his room- which took him several minutes of trying to convince you was fine, to cut the cupcake in half.

Now, you were sitting in his bed against the headboard in one of his tee shirts and boxers eating a cupcake. The party was still going strong, and he had yet to receive a text asking him where he’d gone.

“Thank you for this.” He finally said, and you turned to look at him with a soft smile.

“We do this all the time.” You laughed, and before he could argue or clarify, he realized that you were right.

Every time you two stopped studying to fuck or make out, you would always either leave to go some diner or find a random snack and eat it together. He wondered if it just became an old routine or meaningful ritual.

“I mean for spending my birthday with me.”

“You’re welcome.” You said as if you had given him nothing of importance. “A trip around the sun is no easy trip.”

And with your words, Jack made another circle. He hardly had to make room for it. In the middle stood you and him, right next to each other, unnoticed by the rowdy crowd.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow au #jack harlow angst #jack harlow smut #college!jack #eeek!!!

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alreadyjackbestfriend · 1 year

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rose-colored boy (instagram AU)

pairing: jack harlow x reader

A/N (please read): I think this is a crossover that no one would expect, like, hayley williams as a face claim in a jack harlow fanfic? i'm very proud of that.

okay, the important part: this is my first instagram AU, I've had this idea for months in my notes, and I finally got over my laziness to do it. I have many celebrities in my mind to do more instagram au's, in this one I used hayley because she matched with my idea, but I want to use many different women, so that we can all identify ourselves, although what we do best is occupy our imagination, so with a bit of it i hope we can enjoy all these no matter the face claim!

lastly, I did my best to edit these photos, I don't have any expertise, don't judge me LOL

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yourinstagram best friends shit <3

📸: the other bestie @ urbanwyatt

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fan1 WAIT, WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?

yourfan2 I think they met at some show award a few months ago

yourfan3 actually, it was about a year ago

yourfan1 and there are no photos of that??????

jackfan1 i'm FREAKING OUT

jackharlow love you bestie

yourfan4 screaming, crying, throwing up

jackfan2 why are they friendzoning each other lmaooo

yourfan5 @ jackfan1 well y/n went through a break up recently so I don't think she's thinking about a relationship right now

yourfan6 I CAN’T BELIEVE IT MY FAVES

jackfan3 the friendship we didn't know we needed

urbanwyatt 👨‍👩‍👦

jackfan4 urban third wheeling lmao

jackfan44 is this some kind of clue? 👀

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jackharlow hey bestie 😜 @/yourinstagram

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yourinstagram hey 😝

jackfan5 OMG

jackfan6 can’t believe it

jackfan7 JACK AND Y/N BREAKING THE INTERNET ONCE AGAIN

lilnasx I should be mad that you didn't wear a shirt with my face on it… but I get it, y/n's prettier

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yournamesource y/n singing "I caught myself" at today's concert. Let's remember that this is an unrealised song that was leaked a few weeks ago. y/n hasn't officially released it, singing it for the first time today.

yourfan7 FUCK MATTHEW

user who’s matthew?

yourfan7 @/user her ex-fiancé

yourfan8 it's very obvious that this song is about her ex-fiancé, what strikes me is that during the song she says "but i don't know what i want" like she's confused, maybe between two people, and at the end she says "but NOW I KNOW what i want", and she's not with him anymore and people had started these rumors about Jack... damn

yourfan9 you’re a GENIUS

yourfan10 this theory is really good

yourfan11 I've always thought that jack had a hand in this breakup... I'm not blaming him in any way, but it makes sense.

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yourinstagram wake up, world! ROSE-COLORED BOY, the first single of my upcoming album “after laughter”, song and video out now!

yourfan12 so proud of you <3

ynfan13 this song made me realize how much our baby has been suffering ☹

ynfan14 so… who’s the rose-colored boy, yn?

ynfan15 his name starts with J

ynfan16 J A C K H A R L O W

jackfan8 it’s an open secret at this point

user2 “you say, we gotta look on the bright side, I say, well, maybe if you wanna go blind. you say my eyes are getting too dark now but boy, you ain't ever seen my mind” wow, damn

jackfan9 if this song is about jack I’m gonna cry

jackfan10 I know a lot of people think this is an angry song about this “rose-colored boy”, and yes, that is how it starts but if you listen carefully to the lyrics you can realize how this boy never gave up on her, even when she was sad all the time. i think it would be so sweet if this song was about jack.

user3 wake up, Roseville, more like… LOUISville?

user4 stop reaching

jackharlow 💗

jackfan11 STOP IT

jackfan12 okay, it's confirmed

zachsangshow y/n breaks the silence about the rumors that her song, “rose-colored boy” has caused: “you know... I had known this guy for a few months, but there came a point where my whole life fell apart, because someone I trusted deeply betrayed me. I was upset all the time and I didn't want to infect him with my sadness, but he didn't leave, that's why the song starts with the phrase "low key, no pressure, just hang with me and my weather", because that's how things were those first few weeks. It's not an angry song about how annoying this guy is, but about how he held my broken heart, while I was telling him all these things about how horrible the world was.”

When Dan asked her if the song was the one everyone was speculating about (i.e. rapper Jack Harlow), she shrugged, smiling: "who knows?"

WATCH THE INTERVIEW ON THE LINK IN OUR BIO.

yourfan17 “someone I trusted deeply betrayed me”, fuck matt, he was the one who cheated on her and then let everyone think she cheated on him with jack when it was all the other way around

yourfan18 SHOUT IT FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

yourfan19 i'm gonna be honest, i didn't know this jack guy, but i'm really happy he's in her life now

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yournamesource y/n at today's concert, should we say thank you @/jackharlow?

yourfan22 REPEAT AFTER ME: THANK YOU @/jackharlow

yourfan23 JACK LIKED

jackharlow i'm the one thanking god for that smile

ynandjackfan DJSLFKJSLFJ

ynfan23 BYE

jackfan13 on my way to TATTOO THIS COMMENT

ynfan24 I want a man this corny

#jack harlow fic #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow au #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x you #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow fluff #instagram au

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amorjackharlow · 2 years

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JACK HARLOW x BRAZILIAN GIRLFRIEND - INSTAGRAM AU #5

gossipfamous

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gossipfamous: SPOTTED!!!!!! we had already said weeks ago that @jackharlow was in brazil with a girl, you guys found out that the mystery girl is @yourusername, but she and Jack stated that they were just good friends.

So... these two good friends were caught kissing today, our follower said they looked very happy and excited 👀

Do you ship this couple?

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user: NOOOOOO!!!!

user: delete pls

user: ew no! they don't even know each other well

user: and how do you know it? Jack is very discreet, they may have known each other for years and nobody knows

user: he looks happy in Brazil

user: so cute

user: idk i think that this relationship won't last

user: already hate her

user: ugh she's so pretty!!!!!!

user: I don't know who's luckier, she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, they make a beautiful couple

user: ew hate her

user: HATE HER????? WTF!!!! you don't know her, she's even not famous, she's literally a normal girl

urbanwyatt: cuties

user: URBAN????

user: URBAN WTF

user: shut up urban

user: urban, tell these toxic fans they don't own Jack

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brunamarquezine: ❤️

#jack harlow #harlow jack #jack #harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #brazil jack harlow #jack harlow au #jack harlow brazil #jack harlow smut

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sabsluvr · 10 months

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INSTAGRAM AU , jacob elordi

fc; sabrina carpenter!!

warnings: cursing, mentions of fucking, anddd i think that’s all

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CELEBRITYNEWS

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CELEBRITYNEWS A new video posted on GQs’ YouTube, as well as a online article with Y/N L/N speaking about New music, New, or should we say old relationships, and her upcoming tour! She states that there will be a new album coming out in a few months titled ‘Silence Between Songs’. A little further down in the video she begins speaking on the topic of her tour, she says that she’ll also have a appearance on Taylor Swifts’ Era Tour. And which may surprise us all, it looks like she has let go of the grudge that was held against her ex, Jacob Elordi since it seems they’re back together👀👀. Opinions?

USERNAME well .. very interesting i should say

HATER ew gosh, jacob should just get back with joey at this point.

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YOURUSERNAME pretty ‘n pink🩷 .

JACOBELORDI even prettier in nothing😩😩

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↳ USER OH. MY. GOD.

↳ ALEXADEMIE WHAT THE FUCK???!!!

USER YALL THINKING WHAT IM THINKING??? DID A MAKE UP FUCK HAPPEN??

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JACKHARLOW You’re beautiful

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↳ ZENDAYA jacob ain’t gonna like this too much ..

↳ JACOBELORDI she looked even better last night when i was 9 inches deep in her guts lol

↳ YOURUSERNAME jacob. nathaniel. elordi.

↳ USER 9 INCHES???? I JUST KNOW Y/N IN PAIN.

CELEBRITYNEWS Well I guess we were quite right, right everyone?

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MADDIEZIEGLER pretty girl😍😍

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↳ YOURUSERNAME i love you🤍

↳ KENZIE we miss u y/n!!!

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JACOBELORDI

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JACOBELORDI as of lately w you @𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

YOURUSERNAME fun fact: first picture was taken the morning after we fucked and the second picture was taken right before we fucked😁😁!!

RANDO you guys are so grossly open about your sex life, i’ve never seen anything like it.

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↳ YOURUSERNAME well i genuinely couldn’t care less lol, FUCKING IS NORMAL AND I LOVE TO DO IT

↳ USER someone must not be getting good dick, or if you happen to be a hating ass man u must not be getting your dick wet correctly!!

JOEYKING lol she’s beautiful

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ROSSLYNCH 👀👀

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YOURUSERNAME added to their story !

JACOBELORDI added to their story !

(the fact that this duo will most likely never happen because joey and sabrina are actually really close friends so💔💔, they’d actually so hot together if you fucking think about it bro)

(and i know i say this on every post but PLEASE SEND REQUEST, like actually i flip out everyday trying to figure who i write about and if you guys request people it would make it a whoooooole lot easier!!)

#sabrina carpenter #jacob elordi #jacob elordi x reader #nate jacobs x reader #nate jacobs #jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #celebrities #instagram au #author #euphoria

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 months

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Got Me Thinking Series Masterlist

Follow Jack and Y/N, who were once high school sweethearts, navigate finding each other again more than ten years later after a mutual break-up. The only problem is now they are both married to people who do not have their best interest, and Jack is longing to be together despite hardships getting in the way. The only problem is, does she want the same thing?

Part 1: Butterflies

Part 2: Late Nights and Spousal Confessions

Part 3: Kiss it Better (NSFW)

Part 4: If Your Girl Only Knew (Slight NSFW)

Part 5: From Paris With Love (Slight NSFW)

Part 6: Don't Make it Harder On Me

Part 7: Not Like We Want to Be

Part 8: When I Needed You Most

Part 9: The Art of Starting Over

Part 10: Made For Me

#jack harlow #jack harlow fic #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x black reader #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow smut #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow angst #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow concept #jack harlow instagram au #jack harlow fanfiction #jack harlow series

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harlowarchives · 8 months

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Pls text convo with jack but like sexting when you are in different cities at night and miss each other 🥰

texts with 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊!

the two of you are both in deep need of sex.

🏷️ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ⁱ : @lexxlovesjack @iknowdatsrightbih @iheartharlow @livsters @honeyharlows @killatravtramp @jackmanduh @itsyagirljaz

#fanfic #harlowcomehome #clay harlow #jack harlow #jack harlow fanfic #urban wyatt #jack harlow smut #jack harlow concepts #urban wyatt fanfic #urban wyatt smut #text au #jackharlowfluff #jackmanharlow #jackharlowsmut #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fic

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earthtoharlow · 10 months

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Teach Me

4. April

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“Hey, Jayla has been too nervous to ask you, but do you want to come to her birthday party this weekend?” Jack asked over the phone, his voice raspier than it sounds in person. “We’re just having a few of her friends and family over at the house.”

Ariel smiles softly into her pillow. “I’d love to come to her party!”

“Good. Jayla has been talking about this party nonstop. She would've been upset if you weren’t able to come.”

The late night hour made her feel bold. “And you? Would you be upset?”

She couldn’t help but smile at the soft laughter coming from the other end of the phone. “Fuck yeah, you might the one I’m looking forward to being there the most.”

“Good” Ariel said with a smile and cuddled further into the covers. Ariel loved her nightly chats with Jack, each conversation he would share more about himself.

“Don’t tell me you fell asleep on me? Am I that boring?”

She fights to keep her eyes open not wanting to hang up the phone. “No, I’m just resting my eyes.” Ariel protested fighting back a yawn.

“Go to sleep, I’ll stay on the line.” Jack said fondly, his voice luring her to sleep.

***

The week came and went and it was officially the day of Jayla’s birthday party and Ariel was ringing the doorbell of a beautiful 2 story home.

She could hear the sounds of kids screaming and laughing. Moments later Jack opens the door with a big smile, stepping aside so that she could walk in. Before she could greet him, Jayla was running up to her. “Miss Love!” she said, hugging her jean clad legs. Crouching down in front of her, she wraps her arms around Jayla giving her a hug. “Happy birthday, Jayla!”

She gives her a huge smile that mirrored her father’s before taking her hand and tugs her through the house. Ariel couldn’t help but glance over her shoulder at Jack, and give him a small wave before following her. She was confused at first when Jayla pulled her into the bathroom.

“What’s wrong, Jayla?”

Jayla motions towards her hair. “Can you redo my hair? Daddy only really knows how to do buns and a ponytail, I want something different!” Jayla said with a small pout, and nervously playing with the KY necklace around her neck.

“Of course, we have to make sure the birthday girl looks the best!” Ariel said without a second thought and patted the stool that was in the bathroom and motioned for Jayla to sit.

Smiling at Jayla in the mirror, she says “ok so how does the birthday girl want her hair?”

Tapping her finger to her chin, “I think I want to wear it down!”

Ariel nodded before adding “Easy enough, how about we do half up, half down? That way you don’t have to worry about hair getting in your face.”

Jayla nodded and clapped her hands in excitement. At her approval Ariel got to work.

Taking her hair out of its ponytail, Ariel grabbed the water bottle from the counter to hydrate her curls, making sure to explain each step. Ariel started separating the coils and curls to make sure she didn’t miss any.

She then grabbed the coconut water leave in conditioner to moisturize the hair. While she turned to grab a hair tie she could see Jayla turning her head back and forth bouncing her curls, making her smile. Ten minutes later Jayla's hair was perfectly half up/half down, with the curls falling down her back, a butterfly clip to match the theme of her party.

Jayla softly touched her hair, smiling wide at herself in the mirror. Turning around she gave Ariel a huge hug. “Thank you soooo much, Miss Love! I love it!”

Hugging her back just as tight, “Anything for the birthday girl! Now, come on, let’s get back to the party!”

***

Jack might have gone overboard with the party, but he was finding it hard to care when he saw how happy Jayla was. Usually they would spend birthdays with just the two of them and then the following day they would go to his mothers house to celebrate again, but this year Jayla wanted a party.

Jayla was fascinated with butterflies and wanted that to be a theme. So Jack got to work and searched everywhere he could to find butterfly decorations. He paid way too much money on the butterfly balloon arch that was setup by the dessert table, but the beaming smile on Jayla’s face was worth it.

The party goes well into the afternoon, Jack smiles watching Ariel interact with all his family and friends. With the genuine smiles on everyone's faces he knew they loved her. For some reason, knowing that they loved her took a weight off his shoulders.

While he was more comfortable having the party at his house, there was still a relief when everyone started to leave. After trying to push Urban and his mother out the door, both of which tried to drop hints how much they loved Ariel. He closed the door with a sigh, shoulders finally dropping.

Ariel stayed behind to help clean despite his protest, sweeping and picking up leftover plates and cups. “Hey, you really don’t have to stay behind to help. You’re a guest.”

“I clean up after 15 kids every day of the week. I don’t mind.” Waving away his concerns and throwing more trash in the trash bins.

As Jack helped clean, he couldn’t help but stop and watch how freely she moved around his home. He could see her being a permanent fixture in Jayla and his life. When she arrived and Jayla dragged him away, he managed to find them in the bathroom. The giggles as Ariel did her hair gave them away. Outside of his mother, Ariel was the only woman in Jayla’s life he trusted. He loved that Jayla trusted her enough to ask her to do her hair.

After taking the trash outside he watched as Ariel fussed over Jayla, making sure she put all her gifts away, she did it without a single complaint.

It didn’t take long for them to finish cleaning. Jayla, still in her party dress, was spread out on the couch, nodding off. Jack walks over to lift her up, Jayla’s face pressed into his neck. “I’ll be right back.” He whispers to Ariel who simply nods.

Side stepping all her toys and gifts she received today, he carefully placed Jayla in her bed. She snuggles under the overs as he brushes his fingers across her hair. “Happy Birthday, baby girl.”

Jayla gives him a sleepy smile. “Thank you daddy. I had the best day.”

All he could do was smile at her, before leaning down to press a kiss to her head. Just as he was about to get up to leave the room Jayla spoke again.

“Ariel, read me a story?” She sleepily requested. The use of her first name didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Let me go ask her, ok?”

Jack walked back down the stairs to the living room, nervously rubbing the back of his neck with his hands. Ariel gave him a bright smile when she saw him.

“Hey, the birthday girl wants you to read her a story” Jack said leaning against the wall of the entranceway. Jack loved the way her eyes lit up at the request, bounce in her step as she followed him back to Jayla’s room.

His heart begins to feel tight in his chest as he watches Ariel sit on the edge of her bed, just like he would, grabbing a book from her bookshelf.

Jack had never thought about anyone joining their little family. In the last four years, the few dates he’s been on. Nothing fazed him. Content with the way things were. Then walked in Ariel Love. Now all he could think about was her joining their family.

Her voice was soft but animated as she read the book to Jayla. He watches them from the doorway, smile on his lips. He could watch this every night. Ariel’s face warms as she looks up and finds Jack looking at them with a fond smile.

Jayla was fighting to keep her eyes open as Ariel closes the book. She pushes her now wild curbs behind her ear before whispering a goodnight and one last happy birthday. Jayla gives her a sleepy smile.

When Ariel goes to stand up, Jack walks back over saying his own goodnight. Pressing a kiss to Jayla’s head. “I love you.”

Ariel waits for him at the door as Jack checks to make sure Jayla’s night light was turned on, before leaving the room.

As they made it back to the living room, he motions her to the couch. Both letting out quiet sighs as they sit down.

Turning his head to look over at Ariel “Thank you.” Thinking he was thanking her for coming to the party and helping with the cleaning she replied “No, thank you for inviting me. I had the most wonderful time. You have the best friends and family!” Ariel told him with a smile.

He smiled hearing that she loved his family but he shook his head, that’s not what he was thanking her for.

“I meant, thank you for everything you do for Jayla. Today for example, you did her hair today with no questions asked.”

Jack stops her as she tries to wave him off like it was no big deal. Reaching over to grab her hand, so she could focus on him. “It’s a big deal, and seeing you in my home and laughing with my family today made me realize how I don’t want you to leave.”

Ariel looked at him in surprise, butterflies in her stomach. “Really?”

He smiled at the shocked expression on her face. “Yeah, I haven’t dated anyone since Alyssa but I really like you. A lot. You’ve become such a fixture in not only mine but Jayla’s life as well.”

Ariel smiled at that. The moments they’ve shared over the last few months made her want more. She wanted to greedily take everything Jack would give her and more. It scared her how much she wanted to be a part of his and Jayla’s life.

“I like you a lot too Jack. I know you haven’t dated since Alyssa but we can take our time. We don’t have to rush into this.”

Jack let out a sigh of relief at hearing her say that, tightening his hold on her hands.

“How are you so…perfect and understanding?”

Her face felt warm again at the statement, “I don’t know about perfect…”

“Well, you’re pretty damn close.”

Ariel just playfully rolls her eyes. “Like I said, let’s take this slow. The school year is over in a couple months, how about we just continue to get to know each other, and go on dates. When the school year is over we can go from there.”

Jack nodded in agreement. The next two months would fly by, as he tugged at her hand lightly, and shifts on the couch to pull her in closer, he knew he wouldn’t need the full two months to decide if this is what he really wanted.

“When’s the last day of school?” He asks her

“June 12th.”

“Going to mark that shit down in my calendar.”

Ariel leans into him with a soft laugh and he smiles. There was no place he’d rather have her be, than in his arms. June 12th can’t come fast enough

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The Forgotten One Chapter Nine: Princess of Kentucky

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At the end of your first week back at work, you mustered up enough courage to meet up with Ben. You had the recording set, all of your evidence already lined up at Cleo’s place and ready to be sent in to the Louisville Police Department. He presented you with the perfect opportunity by inviting you over for dinner that evening. On the drive over you gave yourself a pep talk and you may or may not have reread Cleo’s pep text to you before you went inside. Of course he was waiting for you inside, wearing one of your favorite shirts on him and that famous smile he always gave you. Bastard.

“I have something for you.” You announced after dinner, in between kisses after he pulled you in and you had to pretend to enjoy the make out session, even though you secretly wanted to scream. He raised his eyebrows in anticipation, as you stood up and pulled a piece of paper out of your bag.

You let him read over it as the smile on his face was slowly replaced by a look of horror. “Wait, baby what—what is this?”

“Baby…that’s fitting. Um, I think you know what that is. It’s a letter of recommendation, a great company in California. You’ll be closer to your family and you and Quinn will have lots of support and potential babysitters.”

He was shitting bricks which rendered him silent, so you kept going. “I almost fell for it. You almost had me and I just have to give it up for you.” You clapped your hands slowly, a deep sense of hurt seeping into your bones.

He stepped in quickly to stop the metaphorical bleeding. “Look, apologizing to you doesn’t even matter at this point because I know you won’t believe anything that comes out of my mouth.” So he wasn’t completely clueless. “But I think you and I both know that somewhere down the line I did develop real feelings for you. And I didn’t mean to but I just—”

“I don’t really care about any of that to be honest,” you croak out, “just tell me one thing and be completely honest so I don’t take everything I have on you and sue you and Quinn for every little thing you have.”

Ben nods quickly, wiping a stray tear from his eyes. He had the audacity to cry? “Tell me the truth, everything you and Quinn did…from the beginning.”

The next day, you spent the entire work day going through progress reports and now you had to go downstairs to pick up paperwork from the HR department and bring it to Cleo’s office. You swore your heart skipped a beat when the door opened and Jack was standing in the elevator, alone.

“I’ll uh—I’ll wait for the next one.” You whispered out, letting the doors close.

He put his hand in the door at the last minute, “actually, I think you should come in. We need to talk.”

His tone of voice made you feel like a kid again and your parents had just busted you for breaking curfew. Your feet led you inside before your mind could even process what was happening. He hit the stop button and waited a few seconds for the alarm to stop blaring.

“I heard you’re going through a breakup,” he sighed with his arms crossed, leaning into the corner, as far away from you as he could manage. “If you’re looking for a rebound…I know a guy.” He jokes.

“Jack,” you began, watching his face fall. He was anticipating rejection, again. But he didn’t know you were letting your heart lead. And your heart was leading you to the corner of the elevator, where you now stood, inches from him. Before you knew it, your hands were in his and nothing in the world really mattered but this. “I’ve actually come to realize that Ben was the rebound. I had the real thing right in front of me the whole time. I was just too scared to see it.”

The sigh of relief that he lets out dances on your skin before he pulls you into his arms. It gave you an adrenaline rush, like you’d just escaped from the mental prison you’d put yourself in and you were now back where you truly belonged. But you had to tell him the truth. “I need to tell you something,” you pulled away a bit to look him in the eyes.

“Can I go first?” He asked and you nodded, waiting for him to continue. “I got Quinn to take a paternity test, the baby isn’t mine and I just—”

“Jack, I know. The baby can’t be yours, because you never actually cheated.” You sigh.

The look of bewilderment on his face would have made you laugh if the situation wasn’t so serious. “What the hell are you talking about? Is this why you had Sadie call me from New York?” You nodded again, trying really hard to string together words that made sense in this very unusual circumstance.

“I guess Quinn had been stalking you for a few weeks, so I hired a PI and had her followed. And then she followed you to the bar that night we had a fight, waited until you got drunk and staged an affair. I have it all on camera.” You huffed out a breath, realizing you were dumping a lot of information on him and he didn’t really have the time to process it.

“How—what do you—”

“Oh and that’s not even the craziest part. The morning you made her sign the NDA after you supposedly had a one night stand, she got picked up by a guy and I have pictures of her kissing him. The guy was Ben.” Jack leaned his head back into the wall, closing his eyes to collect himself. You ran your hands up and down his arms to soothe him. “So I confronted him to get him to tell the truth. Cleo and I had this big plan to humiliate him and when I got there I just—couldn’t do it. I saw this person that I’ve been so honest with, this person who I treated as my personal escape from reality and I don’t know, I just…asked him to be honest.” Jack wiped a stray tear that fell down your face. “He told me everything. A few months ago, he and Quinn found out they were pregnant and he freaked out trying to figure out a way to provide for them and I guess Quinn had the brilliant idea to extort money from you. They had no target number but they were just dumb and desperate and honestly…I get it. Life is hard and there are those who have a lot and those who have none and I’ve been both.”

Jack rolled his eyes so hard it increased the headache he was already sporting. “Only you would feel bad for the people who quite literally used you while you were recovering from a traumatic brain injury. Jesus Christ.”

“I did tell him that if he was honest I wouldn’t sue the life out of him so…he’s moving back to California with Quinn and will not be a problem.”

He decided against adding flames to the fire and simply kissed your forehead while wrapping you up in another hug. “Are—are you free tonight? I was thinking we could have dinner.” He whispers, the sound of his voice sending vibrations against your body, still pressed against his. You looked up and nodded quickly, pulling away as you pushed the button to start the elevator again.

The rest of his workday was a blur, all he could think about was his plans for tonight. He was practically floating on air until he spotted Ben loading boxes into his car. Jack wanted to walk by and say nothing, be the bigger person like you had done. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t let Ben know what he thought about him.

“I hope your kid never finds out about your failed attempt at being a conman.” His voice made Ben jump a little, and Jack had to stifle a smile. He placed a firm hand on the other man’s shoulder and looked him in the eyes. “She saw the good in you. And you were using her the entire time while she was recovering from a nearly fatal accident. God, I hope fatherhood makes you a better person.”

Jack removed his hand from the man’s trembling body and walked towards his car, “have a nice life Benjamin, you better hope we never cross paths again. Ever.”

Even though you were starving and could not wait to get to the restaurant so you could order every appetizer on the menu, Jack wanted to make a quick stop and of course you couldn’t say no, especially when you saw where the two of you were going.

The Wyatt Method.

Urban Wyatt’s art gallery was one of the most beautiful places in Louisville to visit. His passion for his work and his attention to detail could be displayed in all of his pieces and he often allowed up and coming photographers and painters to be featured in his gallery and you’d been looking forward to seeing it from a different viewpoint than you had when you first moved to Kentucky and didn’t know Jack’s best friend personally. Urban hugged you as soon as you walked in, dapped up his friend and allowed Jack to lead you inside.

“You crazy kids enjoy. This series is one of my personal favorites and you’re getting the exclusive first look.” He said with a wink and headed upstairs to his office to get some more work done.”

Not knowing what he meant, you just went along with the flow, naturally finding your fingers intertwined with Jack’s as you walked into the showroom. You didn’t know where to look, so you tried to commit every piece to your fractured memory, it was the most alluring sight you’d ever seen and brought immediate tears to your eyes.

“What…is this?” Your voice betrayed you by cracking, like all the emotional armor you created the last few months just shattered into a million tiny little pieces.

“Urban’s calling it ‘The Princess of Kentucky’ exhibit. It’s um—it’s you and me. He took all of these, at weddings or other random outings. And the one over there where we’re walking on the sidewalk in eerily similar looking outfits? That was definitely not planned because I had just picked you up from the airport that day. The other one on the far left? That is from when we went to Lake Tahoe to ski. We actually only spent the first day on the mountain and the rest of the time we spent doing literally anything else because we were both terrible on skis.” He smiled to himself, finally allowing himself to reminisce without feeling like he got punched in the gut.

“I’ve never seen any of these,” you wiped your eyes, “they’re perfect. We were perfect.” You turned to him and paused for a second, “we still can be if—if that’s something that you would want? I mean I know I fucked up. And I hurt you.” Your bottom lip begins to quiver at the thought of the many nights you heard him cry and the several more times you’d seen it face to face. “I hurt you so many times Jack and I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry that I quit. I’m so sorry that I ran away and that I took it all out on you when all you wanted to do was be there for me. But most of all I’m sorry for ever thinking that you aren’t the greatest love I’ll ever have, because you are.”

You let out a sigh of relief, slowing down your breaths and trying to ignore the skull crushing headache that was wrapping itself from the back of your head to your temples.

“I’m sorry too,” Jack states, and ignores your attempts to tell him not to apologize. “I am sorry, because I showed you the life that you used to live, the life that was forced on you and I didn’t realize how much pressure I was putting on you by throwing you in there and expecting it all to just come together. I told you stories and memories instead of allowing you to make your own. I should’ve dated you instead of trying to be some glorified babysitter and I should’ve done all of this sooner, I should’ve given you romance.”

He sighs and looks up, blinking away the tears. He was going to get through this. “I let my ego get the best of me. I thought I could show you glimpses of our lives and that would be enough to get you back but I was wrong. You deserve big things, you deserve grand gestures, you deserve maximum effort from me and I’m so sorry I was so caught up in my own selfish feelings of missing the old you that I didn’t acknowledge and appreciate the you that is in front of me. The me from a few months ago that was sobbing in the shower at the thought of losing you would’ve been so disappointed that I didn’t fight harder. I love you, every version of you. And we’ve been given a second chance at this life, a chance that we didn’t know what to do with so we did our best to mess it up.”

“You told me to forget you and I tried. I blocked you out of my life, deleted a phone number I had already memorized and lived in a home that has pieces of you in every corner. But you know what? I don’t want to forget you. Because you are my best friend, the best skee ball player I know, a Marvel encyclopedia, a genius with numbers and horse betting stocks. You are my one. You are phenomenal. Baby, you are so unbelievably unforgettable that I couldn’t imagine letting go even when I really wanted to. You’re it for me.”

This moment, this person, in this room that was full of your most precious memories caught on camera. You wanted to tell him how much this all meant to you and how you couldn’t wait to spend all of your days cherishing your second chance with him but the words wouldn’t come out. And your body felt strangely heavy all of the sudden. As you looked around to make sure this wasn’t a dream, the room began to spin. Then, everything faded to black.

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The Grinch - Meet the Harlow's

Context: Bullies suck.

Genre: angst > fluff

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☽ ☾

For some reason, Sage had started to hate going to school.

And she loved going to school.

You and Jack had already taught her the basics after she was born. Her colors, letters of the alphabet, and numbers. She also knew your names and phone numbers.

She was a pretty smart kid.

And for the smart and bright kid like she was, not wanting to go to school? Sounded really suspicious.

You walked into her room, turning off her Hello Kitty alarm clock, to see her face buried in the pillows, her blanket wrapped close to her head.

"Sage? Sage, sweetheart, it's time for school."

"I don't wanna go to school!" She sprung up like a Jack-In-The-Box, tucking the blanket beneath her underarms.

"What's wrong peanut?" You heard your husband ask, appearing in the doorway of her bedroom.

"I don't want to go to school anymore!" Sage exclaimed, tears beginning to run down her face. You looked between your daughter and Jack, who had moved to kneel down next to you alongside your daughter’s bed.

“Did something happen at school peanut? You know you can tell mommy and I everything, right?” Jack asked, reaching out and playing with your daughter’s fingers.

“It’s just that…” She sighed, tears beginning to stream down her face again, her breath panicked.

“It’s okay sweetheart, take a deep breath.” You spoke to her softly, doing a breathing technique you and her had shared when she would get frustrated. You rubbed her back as you paused and waited for your daughter to respond.

“It’s just that, these girls keep teasing me. Saying I’m only getting good grades because my daddy is Jack Harlow, and that he’s paying the teacher to make it seem like I'm doing well. And that I don’t belong in this school, and I’m not smart.” She rushed out, squeezing at Jack’s fingers. The two of you exchanged a look, Jack’s face becoming red as the veins began to pop out of his neck.

“Those little bitches.” He mumbled under his breath, which Sage didn’t hear, as she continued on with her story.

“They pushed me down at the playground! And took my stuff bunny Uncle Clay got for me to play with!” Now she began to sob hard, you pulling her into your chest to soothe her, tears and snot staining your blouse.

“It’s gonna be okay peanut. Mommy and daddy will take care of it.” You spoke softly in her ear, kissing the top of her head.

“But I don’t want you guys to take care of it! I wanna be a big girl!” She spoke, pulling back from your chest to look between you and your husband, who had begun to pace the room.

“Mommy… daddy’s doing his walky-thingy.” She mumbled softly, to which you had to hold back a chuckle.

“I know sweetpea. That’s because daddy’s worried. Buts it’s all gonna get fixed, okay.”

“I don’t want the girls to know I told you though!” Sage exclaimed, looking at Jack who was still pacing.

“Us knowing is gonna be the last of their fucking problems.” Jack mumbled, which you were pretty sure Sage heard this time.

“Jack.” You commanded, your husband’s attention panning to you.

“Listen, honey, your daddy and I used to get bullied all the time in school.”

“Really?” Sage exclaimed, moving to sit on her bed.

“Mhmm. Daddy had a bad eye, so he had to wear an eye patch to fix it, and everyone thought it was funny that he looked like a pirate.” You looked at your husband, who made a hook with his finger and let out a pirate “Arghh”, to which your daughter laughed.

“And mommy used to get bullied because she was smart too. And because she was different from everyone else.”

“How different mommy?”

“I was very tall for my age. So people used to pick on me saying that I was “too old to be in my grade” although I was in the right grade. And I was top of the class.”**

“Wow, mommy. What did you do to stop them?”

“Well, I thought the same thing, Sage. That I could handle it on my own, like a big girl. But the truth was, I couldn’t do it alone. So, your grandma helped me keep away the bullies. She talked to the teacher and the principal. And then, she found the parents of the bullies and told them to leave me alone. But, she also told me to defend myself. That if someone hit me, hit them back. If someone pushed me, push them back. And not to worry about the consequences, because she had my back!” You exclaimed, placing your daughter's face between your hands.

“And the same thing goes for you peanut. If they push you, you push them back. If they hit you, hit them back. And don’t worry about the consequences because you know daddy and I will be there for you. Okay?”

“Okay mommy!” Sage jumped into your arms, giving you a kiss.

“Good. Now let’s get ready for school!”

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You and Jack stood outside Sage’s school with the other parents, waiting for your daughter to make her way into the courtyard.

But that didn’t happen.

As all the parents began to gather their children, and the crowd became small, you hadn’t seen your daughter.

Until Ms. Hayley made her way over to the two of you.

“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Harlow, Sage is actually in the principal’s office.”

“The principal’s office?” Jack exclaimed, looking at the woman like she had two heads.

“Yes sir. And the principal would like to speak with you both.”

“Why weren’t we informed earlier? We could have came before school was let out. Or we wouldn’t have stood out here so long looking for our kid.” You spoke, your tone low and hardy.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Harlow. We were waiting on the other parents. I can escort you to his office.”

“There’s no need.” You spoke, pushing past the woman, your heels clacking on the pavement, Jack scrambling behind you.

The two of you burst into the principal’s office, noticing Sage sitting off to the side, and the two girls and their mothers sat there, faces still.

“Mr. and Mrs. Harlow, I’m glad you could make it.” The principal spoke, pointing to the seats beside your daughter.

“Yeah, it seemed like our invitation got lost in the mail.” You spoke aggressively once again, making the principal swallow.

“No one called you?”

“No, they did not. And I’d like to know what Sage has done for her to be sitting here in the principal’s office.” You spoke, the tail end of your sentence being cut off by the other set of parents, partially, two moms. One for each little girl.

“Your daughter slapped my daughter in the face today on the playground. And kicked Alyssa’s daughter.” You looked at the two little girls, who, upon further inspection, had bruises on their persons. The little girl who Sage slapped had a hand mark on her cheek, which was still a little red. And the other little girl had a bruise on her knee, along with a bandaid.

“Her behavior is unacceptable! And will not be tolerated!” You looked at the other woman, Ashley, who folded her arms over her chest.

“Ah. So your kids are the little bastards who have been bullying my child.” You leaned back in your seat, crossing your legs.

“Excuse me?”

“Mrs. Harlow, I agree, this behavior is unacceptable and-“

“I’d advise you to be quiet Mr. Matthews, and watch your tone with my wife.” Jack spoke as he sat up in his chair, eyes glaring over the older man. He then looked at you and nodded his head, to which you continued.

“These two little brats have been bullying my child for a while, stating that she wasn’t smart and that her daddy paid for her to pass with her education. Well, I’ll have you know,” You stood up from your chair, looming over the little girls and casually glancing at their mothers.

“I’ll have you know that bullying isn’t tolerated in our household. Both my husband and I have been bullied as children, and one thing we have taught our daughter is to fight back when she is threatened. These two… chicks, have stolen from her and pushed her around. So a slap to the face and a kick to the leg is the proper punishment. And if it was me at that same age, I would have done far worse.” You spoke, the woman’s faces stunned.

“We’re done here.” You moved to grab your daughter’s hand, Jack opening the door before you two, you ushering Sage out the doorway before you turned to the principal.

“You know, my husband and I pay a lot of money for Sage to go here. It would be a shame to pull her out the program,” You spoke firmly, narrowing your eyes at the man.

“I want those two in a different classroom as my daughter. And she had better not be treated any different as before upon their removal. And if she is, and she comes home and tells me, there’s going to be a problem.” You looked at them all before slamming the door shut, your heels clicking down the hallway as you made your way out the door, Jack and Sage waiting for you on the pavement. Sage ran over to you, giving you a tight hug.

“Am I in trouble, mommy?” She questioned, looking up at you. You looked at your husband, who had a smirk on his face. You smiled as you turned your attention back to your daughter.

“No you’re not sweetie. You did everything right. In fact, daddy and I are proud of you.”

“Really?!” She spun around to Jack, who picked her up and spun her around in the air before gently placing her on the ground.

“Yup. You did exactly what we told you to do. I say we celebrate.” Jack announced, kissing the top of her head.

“Can we get ice cream daddy?” Sage spoke, giving him puppy eyes.

“Ice cream it is.” Jack announced once again, kissing you on your lips, drawing out the kiss.

“Yay! Mommy, daddy. Stop kissing so we can go!” You laughed at your daughter, who wiggled her way in between your legs.

“Alright alright. Hey, last one to the truck is a rotten egg!” Jack spoke before he took off, jogging towards his Jeep.

“Not fair daddy! You got a head start!” Sage spoke, running at full speed behind her father, her backpack left behind on the pavement.

You laughed at the two of them, picking up Sage’s bag as you made your way behind them.

You were so in love with your little family and would do anything to protect them.

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