#jack harlow request

[lcandothisallday]

I am addicted to your fics but can you do one where y/n breaks up with jack bc he doesn’t spend time with her anymore. Y/n is also famous and her fans ask why they unfollowed each other and they aren’t posting each other anymore. Jack makes it up to her. Like angst to fluff.

Moving On - Jack Harlow x f!reader

Meeting Jack one year ago and him asking you on that first date was possibly the biggest blessing and curse. The nickname Princess that he often used with you was one that was well suited for you considering he always treated you like one. It was for the simple reasoning that Jack Harlow was whipped. The boy loved the chase and when he finally caught you, he held on like his life depended on it. Even fans started to pick up on it and you two slowly began to become the internet’s favourite couple. Part of it was due to you both never shying away from sharing your relationship publicly, especially when both your careers were smaller in scale.

Now with his rise to fame, and his increasingly busier schedule, all of that seemed to slowly fade. FaceTime calls were scarce; growing longer in time between calls. It was frustrating to say the least, especially because it felt like you were putting in more effort into the relationship than he did.

Jack sighed as he ran his free hand through his curls. The other hand held onto his phone tightly in front of him as he stared at your face that was present on his screen. "I thought you of all people would understand this life. So why are you constantly complaining?” he muttered.

You scoff and shake your head in annoyance. One thing about Jack was that he was stubborn. The both of you had always agreed to be communicative during your relationship but whenever you tried to bring up something that was bothering you, he always took offence and an argument ensued. "I want to be dating you, Jack! Not my phone! You barely have time for this relationship--I'm always the one flying out to where you are or rescheduling my shoots. I can't-I can't keep being second place to your work," you say with a sigh. "You don't ever try to compromise--"

“Y/N you know that I’m busy—”

You furrow your brows, the pettiness rising within you. “You weren’t fucking busy when you were in South America letting that brazillian bitch prance around you—”

Jack clenched his jaw as he let out a steady breath, trying to remain calm. “Why do you keep acting like that trip wasn’t also work?” he interrupted with a question. “And I fucking told you before that nothing happened between me and her. She was exaggerating our interactions.”

“Jack you don’t get it! When you asked me if you should do that festival-you knew it was the only week I had free before my next project,” you frowned.

Jack let out a frustrated sigh, “baby I told you to come join me—”

“And I told you I wanted to go back home to see my family that I hadn’t seen in a year and I wanted you come with me and you still didn’t consider it,” you argue. “I always come to Lousville for you and you never do the same Jack.”

“Why don’t you cut the fucking bullshit excuses and just tell me what you want,” Jack said firmly, his tone and expression fully annoyed.

At that, you were truly baffled. You couldn’t believe your ears because after all of this talking, he still didn’t know the root of the argument. All you wanted was for him to be more considerate and spend more time with you but apparently that flew way over his head.

Taking in a shaky breath, you pause a moment before you let out a sigh. “I want to break up with you…Because I just can’t do this anymore,” you admit quietly.

Jack’s eyes widened as he let out a scoff, his face turning red with anger. "Are you fucking kidding me right now?! You’re breaking up with me?” he asked, his voice raising.

“Yes because you don’t care anymore!”

“You know what? Fuck you,” was all he said before he hung up the FaceTime call on you. He proceeded to toss his phone aside before he leaned back in his bed and ran both his hands through his hair then down his face. His heart rate was picking up and the urge to cry was overwhelming. “Fuck,” he muttered, his breathing now laboured.

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It was now two months later and to say you felt empty was an understatement. You missed Jack more than anything. You thought you’d be accustomed to it from the fact that even while you two were together, spending time with one another was difficult. But now you realized you took the little things like your little nightly FaceTime calls for granted.

Since the breakup, you managed to cleanse all of your socials from all occurrences with Jack. Neither of you put out an official statement of the breakup but your fans were able to assume correctly with the way you archived all of your photos together and stopped posting him and showing your support towards his shows.

Now you were sat in a dressing room, preparing to go on Ellen. Your publicist convinced you it was a good idea despite you actually hating the tv personnelle.

“Okay Y/N. You’re on in five,” an assistant spoke, you nodding to confirm.

Also in LA, Urban sat in the van with the tv on, waiting for your appearance on Ellen. Jack was off doing something in preparation for one of his shows later that night which had Urban confidentally use the massive tv rather than his phone.

To his luck, Jack barged right in the second you appeared on screen. Urban slightly panicked, searching for the remote which made Jack laugh at his best friend.

“You’re watching porn on the big screen now?” Jack teased as he toed off his shoes before he glanced up at the tv. “Oh,” he mumbled, his breath getting caught in his throat as he watched you and Ellen greet one another.

Urban instantly felt bad, his fingers finally finding the remote. “I Uh-I can turn it off.”

Jack quickly shook his head, “nah. It’s fine,” he said, plopping down onto the couch next to his best friend. “The fuck is she doing on Ellen? She fucking hates her,” he mumbled, crossing his arm as he watched curiously.

After sharing greetings and talking about your newest project, Ellen started to ask the invasive questions. You truly wished you could’ve avoided it but knowing her, you couldn’t.

“So you’re recently single right?” Ellen began. You licked your lips in annoyance before you shrugged nonchalantly, choosing not to say anything which only made Ellen smirk. “Its not a false assumption considering you deleted all of your photos with the rapper Jack Harlow.”

You sigh. “Well then you assume correctly,” was all you say.

Ellen hums in acknowledgment. “Are any of the rumours of why you broke up true?” she asked.

You shake your head. “None of them are true. It was just…bad timing,” you shrug, anxiously playing with your fingers. “I’d um…I’d honestly rather not talk about it,” you breathed out.

Jack continued to watch with a frown. “Bad timing? She didn’t even try to make things work between us!” he argued, mainly to himself. Urban sighed before he looked to Jack. “Dude if watching this is just gonna make you mad then let’s just go out—”

“I’m fine, Urb.”

Urban threw his hands up in surrender. “Whatever you say.”

Back in the studio, Ellen continued on with her interrogation towards you. “Are you dating around?”

You shake your head and let out a small and almost mocking laugh. “Nah. It’s a bit insulting if I was able to move on that quick don’t you think? I’m working on myself too you know. Don’t think I can say the same about him though,” you mumble under your breath, referring to how multiple photos of Jack and other women were surfacing on the web post breakup. The catch was he wasn’t actually sleeping with any of them.

Ellen grinned, having felt successful at getting some pettiness out of you. “You’re right,” she chuckled. “But it’s been two months and you deserve happiness so…let’s play who’d you rather!”

You furrow your brows and nod slowly. “So what’s the objective?”

“I’ll show you two men and you choose who’d you rather go on a date with,” Ellen put simply. You nod in understanding before you lean back in your seat in preparation.

The screen shifts and presents two men. “Justin Bieber or Drake?” Ellen mused in question.

“Drake for sure,” you respond with a grin. “I love Toronto so he’d be taking me there,” you joke with a shrug.

Jack scoffed but remained silent as he continued to watch, his jaw clenched.

Drake remained on screen and Justin was then replaced by Shawn Mendes. “Hm still Drake,” you confirm. Ellen nods and the next pair showed up.

“Ooh okay…are you still with Drake or are you choosing Chris Evans?” she smirked. Your eyes widened and a small laugh escapes you. “Ooh this one is tough…Chris Evans is really cute,” you think aloud.

“He’s an older man,” Ellen points out. You shrug, “sometimes you need that maturity,” you muse, indirectly insulting Jack. “So I’m choosing Chris.”

Ellen smirked. “Chris or Bryson Tiller?”

“Ooh Bryson is so fine.” You say without hesitation. “But he’s taken and I love his girlfriend so I think I’ll stick to Chris.”

The next photo that appears puts Chris against Jacob Elordi. Eyes widening slightly, you pause a moment for contemplation. “Damn…I think I’m leaning towards Jacob,” you confess with a small blush. “I like how tall he is and his accent is to die for…” you swoon. “He’s definetly very attractive. I wouldn’t mind going on a date with him,” you shrug.

The game continues and you stay persistent with your choice being Jacob which has Jack fuming to say the least.

Rolling his eyes, Jack stood up abruptly. “Fuck this,” he muttered, shaking his head and walking away.

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lifeofy/n: Y/N spotted out on a date with Jacob Elordi👀 does this mean she and Jack are over over?

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harlowlover: fuck that bitch. didn’t deserve Jack

—> jharlowfan: what are the odds she broke up with him?🤔

—> yourbestfriend: lol you mean jack didn’t deserve her

yourfan: she deserves happiness🤍

yourfan2: i lowkey ship😌 but her and jack were couple goals😔

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“Jack Harlow! Thank you for joining us today,” the male radio host mused. Jack smiled politely and nodded, “thanks for having me,” he said back.

“Okay now we’ll definetly get into your upcoming album and the making of it but first…I think we all collectively want to know the tea,” the man smirked.

Jack let out a small laugh before he shrugged nonchalantly. “Shoot man. What you wanna know?” he asked, leaning back in his seat confidentially.

“You and Y/N man…what happened with that? It got messy real quick.”

Jack let out a sigh. “It is what it is,” he shrugged. “Aight but who broke up with who? Cos she’s moved on pretty quick—”

“She broke up with me…for some shitty ass reasons too. But I gotta clarify and clear my name cos some people think I cheated but I didn’t. I loved her too damn much to do that to her,” he mumbled, looking away momentarily and clearing his throat.

The interviewer furrowed his brows. “So why y’all break up then?”

“She wanted more attention then I could give her,” he shrugged. “Nothing nasty happened. It’s just life.”

The interviewer examined Jack’s reaction a moment before he asked the next question. “You still in love with her?”

Jack let out a sarcastic laugh. “All ima say—haven’t been laid in a hot minute. Can’t seem to get it up for anyone but her,” he joked.

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When fans caught wind that Jack was still in love with you and couldn’t move on, some hated you for it while others encouraged him to win you back.

He wanted so badly to text you or reach out in any way but he never did. Partly due to the fact that he didn’t want to lose his dignity but the other factor being that he thought you’d reject him. You did break up with him after all.

After hearing about Jack’s interview, you became desperate for him. Nothing serious ended up happening with Jacob and it was mainly because Jack was still on your mind 24/7 and after hearing he still loved you—you wanted him back.

When his album released, you listened to it the second it hit midnight, a mix of anxiety and excitement present as you heard it. By the end of it, you were so incredibly proud of him.

At that moment, you decided to just bite the bullet and text him. You had missed him so much and you thought maybe this was your only chance.

You: Hey J. I just heard the album. I’m so fucking proud of you. I know how hard you worked on it and it shows. It’s a masterpiece.

Neelam saw Jack’s phone ding and light up with a notification and she couldn’t help but glance to see who it was. When she did, her eyes widened.

“Who is it?” Jack asked, munching happily on some chips. Neelam licked her lips and cringed slightly. “It’s Y/N…but I think you should ignore her text—”

Neelam barely had the chance to finish her sentence before he snatched the phone off of the coffee table, his eyes widening. His heart rate picked up as he read the text over and over, a smile making its way onto his lips. Noticing this, Neelam let out a sigh. “Jack she’s only gonna hurt you again if you text back,” she warned.

“She won’t,” he defied stubbornly. “And it’s none of your business,” he mumbled, slipping out of the room and heading into a more private one. He bit his lip as he contemplated how to respond to your text.

Jack: You in LA?

You: Yeah. Until the end of the month

Jack: I’m doing a meet and greet tomorrow. Come over to my hotel after I’m done?

You: I’d like that a lot

Jack grinned upon reading your reply. It felt like he was on cloud nine in that moment, the giddiness overtaking his entire being. He quickly sent you the details and for the first time in a while, Jack went to bed excited for the next day.

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As you approach the hotel Jack was staying at, your nerves were getting the better of you. You contemplated one too many times if you should turn back but you wanted to see him more than anything.

The second Jack heard your knocks, he immediately swung open the door. Both your breaths got caught in your lungs as you stared at one another. It had been too long for either or your likings.

Without missing a beat, you instantly throw yourself into him, your arms wrapping around his neck. “I’ve missed you so much,” you breath out into the crook of his neck. Jack took the opportunity to embrace you back, his heart beating wildly at you being in his arms again. “Miss you too mamas.”

Eventually he takes the step to pull away with a small smile on his lips. He takes your hand and leads you into the hotel room, the two of you taking a seat on the edge of the king sized bed.

You both sit in this half awkward half comfortable silence before he decided to speak. “So um…you and Jacob?” he mumbled in question, looking down at his feet.

Your brows furrowed and you shook your head. “We went on like two dates but nothing happened.”

“But you wanted something to happen right?”

“What? No,” you respond back firmly. “Was too hung up on you still to allow anything more to happen.”

Jack scoffed, “but you obviously wanted something to happen though? Y’all looked real close in the photos that came out,” he said lowly. “If you were still hung up on me then you wouldn’t have gone out with him.”

You take in a sharp breath as your eyes narrowed at him. “Did you ask me to come here for you to argue and get your frustration out or something?”

Jack let out a defeated sigh as he ran a hand through his curls. “I still love you,” he confessed, so quietly you almost didn’t hear him. “And it hurt me so much that you moved on so quickly.”

Your hand instantly reaches for his, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Except I didn’t move on. I tried because I thought it would make me feel better but I promise you Jack nothing happened. I couldn’t bare the thought of being with someone other than you,” you said softly, looking into his baby blue eyes. “Because I still love you too. But I couldn’t keep going with this relationship being one sided. It wasn’t fair.”

“You keep saying one sided like I fell out of love with you or something,” Jack said in offence, his brows furrowed.

“It’s what it would’ve turned in to,” you said. “Jack-baby it got to the point where we barely talked. You stopped doing all the little things that I loved- you stopped caring completely. I put in so much more effort than you did. Was I supposed to wait until you really did fall out of love with me or found pleasure in someone else?” you asked, not having even realized that you had begun crying.

Jack instantly cupped your cheeks with his larger hands, wiping away the tears with his thumbs as he looked at you with pure determination in his features. “I promise you I’ll do better. I’ll stop blowing off your family and I won’t miss any more anniversaries and I’ll call you every fucking day like it’s a religious obligation. I’ll be the boyfriend you deserve,” he promised. “Just be mine again,” he practically begged.

“I’ve always been yours,” you say, smiling softly before you eagerly sealed the deal by pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss. Jack kissed back with fever, the two of you desperately clawing at each other to get even closer if possible. You moaned softly into the kiss as Jack laid you both down on the king sized bed, his hands running down your hot body, making butterflies erupt in your stomach and for the wetness to pool between your thighs.

“I love you so much,” he groaned against your mouth, pressing his clothed hard on against your thigh.

“I need you Jack.”

“Fuck—never thought I’d ever hear you say that again,” he mumbled softly, pressing a tender kiss to your lips again. “So let me make you feel good,” he whispered, licking his lips before smirking and inching his way further down your body.

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[alreadyjackbestfriend]

I’d like to request a Jack fic where reader (who is a fan and is shy) and Jack go on their first date and she is nervous but Jack notices and acts all cute about it and calms her down (like I thought about the ‘don’t be anxious, I got you’ line from poison). Please and thanks. (Fluff)

DON'T BE ANXIOUS, I GOT YOU.

GENRE: fluff

A/N: I think I had this request over a month ago and I saw the same one on another writer's page, so I thought about not writing it, but in the end I decided not to read her version so that it wouldn't influence me unconsciously, and I wrote my own. I hope it doesn't bother anyone (I don't remember who the writer was anymore). All the love <3.

Looking in the mirror, you even thought about taking a pill that your friend offered you to calm you down a bit, it was from a prescription that had been prescribed for her, and she would never have offered it to you if it weren't for the situation you found yourself in now: about to go on a date with THE Jack Harlow.

The way you had met had been a bit comical, almost like a romantic comedy. Jack had given a concert in your city the day before, and you had taken the opportunity to buy merch, specifically a t-shirt, which you decided to wear the next day to go have breakfast with your friend. You never imagined that you would meet the person with the name on your shirt face to face that morning, you already imagined him in another city, inside his tour bus.

But it seemed that luck was not on your side, or maybe it was. Jack seemed delighted with your outfit decision, laughing adorably, and inviting you and your friend to his table with Urban and Neelam, whom both you and your friend pretended not to know (so that the level of fanaticism wasn't so evident).

Your luck lasted a few minutes, since Neelam received a call that made Jack have to leave, but not before apologizing a thousand times and asking for your number. he didn't give you his phone so you could write it down yourself, you thought it was a way to protect his privacy, after all, he was a celebrity. So, instead he wrote it down as you dictated it to him, and he made no attempt to hide that your contact name was "my prettiest fan".

Adding the finishing touches to your makeup, you wondered if it was really necessary to put on blush, because with this simple memory you could feel the heat spreading across your cheeks. As if life was giving you an answer, your apartment doorbell rang, leaving you with no time to add anything else to your face. Anyway, you knew you weren't going to need it.

When you opened the door, you could swear that Jack's black outfit made the blue of his eyes and the white of his smile stand out more, leaving you breathless.

"Hey," you said, on a shaky breath.

"Hey," he replied, "you look beautiful," he added, and you chuckled mentally because you knew your face was probably already pink.

"thank you" you replied shyly, "I'm ready, just let me go get my bag"

You saw him nod before running to your room and grabbing your bag, checking to see if you already had your keys, your phone, and some money (although you suspected that jack was the type of man who wouldn’t let you pay anything).

On the way to the restaurant you were making small talk about things you both were currently doing. Since Jack was driving, most of the time his gaze was glued to the road, but as soon as you got to the restaurant, you noticed that he was very observant, which made you nervous, his gaze sometimes felt like a dagger going through you, but in a good way, if that was possible. It was as if he was examining you, trying to figure out what you were thinking through eye contact. During dinner, you looked away probably a million times, and every time you did, Jack smiled.

But this last time, it was different, Jack took your hand across the table, and began to caress it with his thumb.

"You don't have to be nervous, y/n"

"is it that obvious?" you replied, even more embarrassed, but Jack thought it was adorable.

"A little," he replied, "and even though I find it very sweet, I want you to feel comfortable with me. I know that we are not in a normal situation, that since Ii'm a celebrity", he made quotation marks with the fingers of his free hand as he said the last word, "you think that maybe you have to impress me all the time for me to like you, but it's not like that." this time you looked at him, "I just want you to be yourself, really"

"I am" you replied.

"cool"

"although...the shy version of myself" you admitted, making Jack grin.

"You can be any version of yourself, as long as it's real. And I promise you the same"

"Deal" you said, freeing your hand from his caresses, and reaching out for him to shake it.

"Deal"

After that, your mind took a bit of the pressure off, making you a bit more free, even though you didn't show your full personality on this first date, there were things you wanted Jack to find out later, leaving a trail of mystery behind you. However, the shy version of yourself still accepted the little kiss on the lips that Jack gave you at the door of your house, before he watched you disappear behind it, wishing he could meet all the other versions of you soon.

[jackharloww]

Okay you know that time Doja was on live and a guy in the background goes “babe!” And then she ends the live quickly, I can totally see that happening with jack and reader when they’re trying to keep their relationship private 😂😂 consider this a request if you have ideas about it lol otherwise dw 💕

I loove this!! Imagine Jack being in the hotel room while the reader takes a shower, and she gets out of the bathroom to ask him something. And the whole internet just goes crazy after that.

"Jack baby, aren't you gonna join me?" You say cheekily as you open the door and see him laying on the bed. He fumbles with the phone in his hands and quickly says "shit", as he throws it next to him on the bed. Looking very stressed.

"What's wrong? Where you watching porn or what?" you laugh as soon as he threw his phone away. "No, I was having a live, when your loud ass started talking," He says teasingly.

"oh no," you flinch. Jack gets out of bed and starts walking toward the bathroom.

"But to answer your question, of course im joining you"

[whoreforharlow]

Chilling around a open fire maybe surrounded but his friends and it’s once of the first time she’s meeting his friends

Unspecfied mmc, can be either Jack or Urban

"What? Too much?" You ask, feeling mildly embarrassed and shy under his gaze. He had invited you to meet his friends for the first time, a little kick back one of them was hosting at a clearing by the creek on the outskirts of Louisville. According to him, it's where they used to go all the time as teens in highschool and that it was totally safe. You on the other hand, a city girl to your core, was a bit more skeptical of being out in the middle of Nowhere, Kentucky—the large can of bear-be-gone held in his hand a testament of just that.

"I've been going there for years, I don't even think bears live around there." He chuckles, turning the can around to examine it.

"Listen, it's better to be safe than sorry." You shrug. "My girls are gonna clown me at my funeral if I get mauled by a bear." You exaggerate, knowing your city friends are already confused by your frequent trips to the Midwest, emphasizing that nothing good ever happens out in the country.

"There are no bears, baby. You watch too many movies." He dismissed your dramatics.

"Movies? Is that what we're calling the News now?" You retort, making him chuckle.

"And all this?" He asks, changing the subject, gesturing to the several platters that you were currently wrapping in plastic wrap and foil.

"What? You think I was gonna trust a group of white boys to put together a cookout? Sorry, but no. I'm not eating chips and grocery store turkey sandwiches." You shake your head, looking at the spread you had put together.

Truthfully, you had spent the day stress cooking at his apartment, the thought of meeting his friends giving you major anxiety and you wanted to make a good first impression. He had stepped out for a few hours, a last minute work engagement he needed to take care of before he could have the rest of the day off, returning to see his island filled with everything he could imagine, even though he had insisted everything would be taken care of. You were always taught not to show up empty handed, and perhaps you had gone a bit overboard, but who could get mad at too much food?

"I'm sure they've put something together, baby." He says as he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you as he placed a kiss to your neck. "They're gonna love you, ya know?" He knew you well enough to to know when you were anxious, and he knew that feeling wouldn't leave until you finally crossed that bridge.

"You keep saying that, but what if they don't?" Your voice was small as you put the lid on the deviled egg tray, twisting to lock it in place. "These are your people, babe. They mean a lot to you." You look up at him with worried eyes.

"You're my person. You mean a lot to me." He reassured you, placing a soft kiss on your lips. Your heart swelled at his words, he always knew how to make you feel better.

"Alrighty, Smush, let's get this stuff in the cooler and into the car. Oh, and don't let me forget the cake in the fridge!" You tell him, grabbing the deviled eggs and potato salad.

"You made a cake too?!"

"It's ice box cake, it's nothing." You brush off his surprise, causing him to shake his head at you with a smile.

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The two of you pull into a small make shift parking space on the grass, the two of you having driven down a dirt path off the main road for about 10 minutes, your anxiety shooting up as you kept glancing at your phone to make sure you still had cell service.

"Relax, babe, it's alright." He grabbed your hand over the console and give it a squeeze before leaning over to place a quick kiss to your lips. When you pulled away, you saw two tall guys walking towards your car, both in white beaters and strange patterned shorts. You get down from the car, greeting the two of them and introducing yourself as you slung your tote bag over your shoulder. The four of you unloaded the car and walked down the slight hill to the clearing where you could hear music playing.

To your unsurprise, there was only one white fold out table and a grocery store sandwich platter and several bags of assort chips. You turn around to eye your boyfriend, giving him your best "I told you so" face, before turning around feeling confident in your choice to bring real food, as your grandmama would call it.

When you had arrived to the table, it had already been cleared by his friend with the arrow tattoo, the bags of chips haphazardly thrown on top of one of the coolers to make space for what you had brought. You gestured for your boyfriend to place the potato salad and macaroni salad down next to the deviled eggs and baked beans that you had placed before him. His other friends each carrying a tray in one arm as they both held one end of the cooler between them. They placed the corn cobs and green beans on the remaining space of the table, plopping the cooler on the ground near the table before peeking inside to see the fresh watermelon you had sliced up and the s'mores ice box cake.

You felt a hand on your lower back as you were introduced to a group of about 15 people, their names kind of lost on you as they all spoke over each with praise and thanks, specifically hearing one of the girls scold her boyfriend, saying "I told you we should have brought something." You giggled lightly, shyly thanking them for their kind words as you cuddled into your boyfriend's side.

Thankfully there was already paperware, so everyone was able to help themselves to what you had brought, collective moans from everyone as they dug into the delicious food. You took a moment to look around you, seeing some people sitting in beach chairs, some sitting on coolers or upside down crates, some sitting on the picnic blanket that was set up under an umbrella. Naturally, the girls had set off to sit under the umbrella, insisting that delicate feminine skin should not be subjected to the harsh summer sun. You didn't have the heart to object to that logic, sending your boyfriend off with a generous schmearing of sunblock, a kiss, and a slap on the ass.

You were glad to have broken off into the smaller group, getting a thorough run down on every single one of the guys, the ladies leaving no piece of information out. By the end of it you knew everything, about everyone, including your own boyfriend. Granted, none of the information was concerning, more so information to tease him about later on.

As the sun began to set a bit, you and the ladies decided to come out from under the umbrella, joining the guys who were currently trying to use the watermelon juice to make some kind of vodka cocktail. You went over to your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his waist as you leaned up to kiss him, the taste of chocolate from the ice box cake still lingering on his lips making you plant a few more. He giggled at your antics, the two of you lost in your own world as you heard someone gushing over how cute you two were.

The two of you heard some clamoring from behind you, two of the guys stacking some logs in the middle of a circle made of stones. You two walked over to one of the beach chairs, wanting to guarantee a seat as you sat on his lap, his hand across your lap securing you to him, yours in his hair, the two of you watching as they got the fire started.

"Have fun today?" You heard him whisper to you, you nodded to him with a smile.

"I like your people, they're nice." You compliment. "I also didn't need to use the bear spray, so that's a plus." You joke, making him roll his eyes at your dramatics.

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[nattinatalia]

Mia saying this to Jack: “daddy stop being a brat and listen to mommy”

“Jack, can you get my mixer from the top cabinet please?” You ask your husband as you rub on your eight month belly.

“I’m vanilla baby.” He starts singing and ignoring you completely.

Mia stares at her dad and wonders why he’s not listening since he always does everything at the first call.

“Babe? I need the mixer to make your cake.” You say one more time.

“She’s 28, telling me I’m still a baby.” He’s bobbing his head now.

You sigh and grab the stool and carefully place both knees on it.

Mia gasps at that. “daddy stop being a brat and listen to mommy” she points your way.

Jack furrows his eyebrows and pulls out his AirPod. “W-hat?”

He turns around and sees you on the stool and jumps from his seat and runs your way. “What in the world are you doing?”

You sigh, “I was calling you for help, but I didn’t realize you had your pods in.”

He shakes his head, takes a hold of your hand to help you down. “Throw something at me next time. You can’t be climbing shit, you could get hurt.”

You smile sweetly at him. “Yes sirrr.”

Mia shakes her head. “You scared me mommy.” She glared at Jack. “What song were you singing?”

You nod, “is that a new track?”

Jack smiles, “aht aht, let’s bake this cake together and maybe I’ll show you two what I have so far.”

You and Mia both smile “Deal.”

[harlowcomehome]

Baby that’s a Kentucky accent:

Requested by @kentuckyboyharlow!

You were brushing your teeth before bed, listening to Jack ramble about the football game in an over exaggerated Kentucky accent, which he had been doing all night.

“Oh yeah?” You humored him before looking on the counter for your facial cleansing brush.

“Baby, can you bring me that face brush you got me?” You called out from the bathroom.

“You mean that them there Clarisonic?” Jack continued the accent.

“Stop! You dont sound like that!” You giggled holding your hand out as he handed you the facial cleansing brush.

“But what if I did? Would you like it more?” He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Jackman! You already have one!” You giggled again, this conversation making you more giddy then you’d like to admit.

“But it could be even thicker” he continued to overdo it. He stifled a laugh as he looked for his skincare items.

You pointed at what he was looking for, putting a headband on to push your hair out of your face.

“Thank you kindly miss ma’am” he continued pushing your buttons, loving the sound of your giggles.

“You’re too much sometimes, you know that?” You handed him a headband, adjusting it for him after he had put it on his forehead.

He was smiling at you, knowing you secretly enjoyed this.

“Your skin is so flawless, it’s not fair” you pouted as you went back to washing your face.

“You just can’t see any acne underneath all them there freckles” he laughed, looking in the mirror closely at his face.

“Stop talking like that! Your voice is going to get stuck that way!” You poked his side, making him jump.

“Hey! I almost got soap in my eye!” He wouldn’t let up.

“I fear it’s not a joke anymore” You shrugged wiping your face off as you went into the bedroom to put lotion on.

He finished his skincare routine, following you to bed.

“I thought you liked my Kuntucky accent” he playfully pouted, giving you puppy dog eyes.

“First of all, did you say Kunt-ucky? Second of all, you can’t do the pouty lip, sad big blue eyes combination. That's not fair” you giggled as you pulled the sheets back for him to get into bed with you.

“Umm first of all dafuqq, second of all is it working?” He was finally talking in his normal voice making you uncontrollably laugh.

“That could very well be what our future kids are going to sound like y/n!” He started overdoing it again.

“Future kids huh? Don’t you play with me. Goodnight Baby” you mimicked it back to him, making his cheeks light up before he turned the bedside table light off.

“Goodnight sugar bear” he did it back extra exaggerated making the both of you giggle before he nuzzled into you.

[megantheebaddest]

Now that ur back are u going to write for Jack? In need of Jack Harlow smuts pretty please 💔😩

a/n: Omg i’m sorry this took soooooo long. I took a break from this app but i’m back! Enjoy this smut😁 p.s sorry if i’m a little rusty i haven’t written in so long.

You Started This

summary: Reader wakes up horny as ever and gets caught 🤭

warnings: f masturbation (m watching), m fingering f, spit, praise, language. Minors DNI

You suddenly jolted awake from your little nap on the couch. You were shaking and sweating. You rubbed your eyes and looked around the lightly dim living room. You read the clock “jesus..” you mumbled to yourself, not expecting to have slept that long. Still dazed your eyes searched around the open concept layout of yours and Jacks house. He was no where in sight. You felt tingling between your legs, you realized you sprung awake because you were horny as fuck. You needed some sort of release immediately. You threw your right leg up over the back of the couch and bent your other leg up so you were spread completely open. Your hand traveled down under your leggings, rubbing over your already damp panties.

You sucked in a sharp breath as you sped up the circular motion on your clothed clit. You were going in circles and then switching to an infinity sign motion. Your leg was already shaking and you didn’t even go under your panties yet. You used your free hand to slide up under your bra to toy with your nipples. Quiet whimpers escaped your lips.

The second your hand wandered under your leggings Jack came around the corner. He was just about to speak up and ask if you were okay when he watched you throw your leg up over the couch. His eye brows shot up as he enjoyed the sight in front of him. He leaned up against the door frame to watch your next moves, and my god was he enjoying what he was seeing. It drove him wild hearing your soft little whimpers escape your pretty little lips. You were faced away from him so it was easy for him to watch for a little without being caught.

Your little hand was moving so fast and hard that with one quick move you slipped your hand under your panties now.

“Fu-fuckk” you yell whispered in a high pitched tone. Your fingers instantly drenched in your own juices. Jacks jaw tightened, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He knew you were only rubbing your clit and that the moment you would insert a finger you’d lose your mind. It was taking everything in him to not fuck the shit out of you, but he was too invested in the show you were unknowingly putting on for him. He knew the exact moment you inserted a finger.

“Oh fuck!! Mmmm” you screamed loudly, not caring if he heard you.

There it is he thought to himself. You had your head thrown back on the pillow you were using to nap, eyes squeezed shut. Jack used this opportunity to move closer to you, to get a better view. He was still out of your sight if you were to open your eyes. You were fingering yourself so fast but then your arm got tired so you slowed down the pumps. You would bring your finger all the way out and then shove it back in slow but hard. Each thrust you moaned a pretty sounding “Mmm”.

“You’re doing so good baby” Jack spoke up softly.

Your eyes shot open immediately removing your hand from your pants, you sat up a little bit face flushed red and heavily breathing.

“No, no, no. Do not stop.” Jack walked up to you gently pulling your pants and panties off. “Let me watch you take care of this pretty little pussy for me baby. Yeah?” You looked up at him with big doe eyes, still breathing heavily. You were so nervous as you have never done this in front of him. You felt so vulnerable yet so turned on by this. Jack gathered spit in his mouth and spit it on your pussy. He took a seat on the coffee table and smiled at you.

“Go baby. Play with yourself for me” He focused his attention on your pussy.

“J-Jack please touch-“

“Uh uh. You started this so you’re finishing it. Let me talk you through this baby. Continue.” Jack calmly said.

You went straight back to fingering yourself for Jack. You were half sitting up as far as you could so you could watch yourself as well. You were going in and out as fast as you could.

“You like watching yourself huh baby? Look at how wet you are.” He hummed.

“Fuck this feels so fu-ucking good Jack.”

“Yeah?? This is so fucking hot Y/n.”

“Ohhhh fuck. Jack!!”

“Do you hear how wet you are y/n? Mmm i wanna taste you baby, slurp you up so good. Would you like that?”

“Pl-pleaseee Jack!” Your leg was uncontrollably shaking so bad.

“Mm mm baby. This is all you.” He was teasing you so bad, hearing his voice was getting you so worked up.

Your eyes shot open again. Your movements stopping. “Jackman I’m serious. I need you to make me cum.”

Jack chuckled lowly. “No you don’t baby, you can do this. You will.” He leaned over and spit on your pussy again. “Continue.”

You let out a shaky breath. Jack grabbed your leg that was closest to him and pulled it towards him so you were spread even more. “Oh my god” you moaned.

“My pretty girl. Look at how good you’re doing”

You leaned up a little bit your fingers were coated with so much arousal. “Mmmm” you bit your lip so hard you thought you could bite it off.

Jack leaned down and kissed your inner thigh and began rubbing circles on it. “Jackman please i need you so fucking bad!!!”

“Relax y/n” He gently slapped your thigh. “Focus on what i told you to do, alright?”

“Baby fuck i’m begging you. Something please! I’m gonna cum!” You pulled your finger out and began to rub fast circles on your clit. Your arm and legs were trembling so bad now. Jack knew you were close. You threw your head back squeezing your eyes shut as hard as humanly possible, about to cum.

Jack slammed 2 fingers and was pumping as fast as he could. “FUCK! YES BABY!” You screamed.

“Cum all over me y/n. Make a mess on me” Jack grunted. “You can do it pretty girl”

And with that you squirted all over his hand and the couch.

“Mmmmm there you go baby” Jack moaned out as he still pumped a finger so slow in and out to ride out your high. “You did so good baby. Such a good girl” Jack said as he gently continuously slapped your pussy.

“I told you i needed you to make me cum Jack” You said out of breath.

[mxnae]

Special Guest, Special Surprise

A/N: this story belongs to mxnae on Tumblr, please do not repost it as your own.

MXNAE'S MASTERLIST

Pairing: jack harlow x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, imagine

summary: you and Jack have been together for a while. you guys have of course been spotted in public so you relationship isn't a secret. When Jack is on tour in your hometown of Louisville Kentucky he decides to pul you on stage and surprises you but what he did know is that you had a surprise too.

You're sitting in Jack's dressing room backstage at his hometown concert. all of a sudden urban comes in trying to drag you out of the room.

"C'mon y/n, it's your time for your surprise to Jack," he said urgently, you immediately get concerned.

you follow Urban quickly upstairs towards the main stage but once you make it to the side stage urban put a blindfold on you. "urban what the fuck, get this shit off me" you say trying to object to whatever was happening

"You'll be fine trust me," he says as Jack comes up to you and drags you onto the stage, without you knowing.

"so y/n, as you know we've been together for 4 long years now.." he says pulling your blindfold off, you're in shock that you are onstage in front of thousands of people. you wave slightly at them until Jack's action catches your attention, he is on one knee.

"I love you so much and I want to be with you for the rest of my life.. y/n will you marry me?" he asks pulling a ruing out of his pant pocket, you're already in tears.

"Yes jackman also- fucking lutely," you say as he flashes his a million dollar smile and engulfed you in a hug. you start laughing whilst your face is still covered in tears as he slips the beautiful yet simple engagement ring on your finger. you hug and kiss him once again as the crowd is still in awe and clapping.

you take the mic from Jack, "I also have a surprise for you" you say pulling out a white stick with a blue top from your pocket. he looks confused until he reads the small words that say positive

"positive- you're pregnant?!?!" he asks as you nod your head and he immediately hugs you while spinning you around. you both are extremely grateful as you've been trying for a while.

"so for those who don't know, jacks always wanted to have kids. we've been trying for a while but I found out not too long into the process that I had a slim chance to have children, so this child is a miracle," you say announcing to the crowd.

the concert was soon over, you and Jack couldn't be happier that you both get to be together for the rest of eternity and to have created a beautiful soul together.

[moody4world]

Bitch I’m not shady

How about something with jack just coming up with new nicknames for you every week like one week you’re his “stinkabutt” or the next week you’re his “baby boo” or “pookie boo” and urban and coplean laughing and making fun of him but jack doesn’t care cause he loves you and loves making you feel loved

My baby boo

A/N: nads i know you sent this like a month if not two months ago but hey, at least i got to it😭 i hope you like it sis!!

“Goodmorning stink.” Was the first thing Jack said to you when he walked into the kitchen. The nickname took you by surprise because it was not something Jack usually did.

Most of the time you were the one who would call him silly nicknames like stink or pookie but Jack always stuck to the regular ‘baby’ or ‘babe’. Even getting a ‘baby girl’ from him was rare.

“Oh? what’s gotten into you huh?”

You asked him while you were making breakfast for the two of you. Jack shrugged “Just felt like being extra sweet to you stink, showing you some extra love.” Jack wrapped his arms around your waist and gave you a quick kiss on your temple then went to get plates to set up breakfast.

Through out the entire month Jack has been switching nicknames every week. It first started with Stink then it was Pookie boo then he went back to Stink but decided to make it Stinkabutt. Sometimes it was Bubba and the latest, Baby boo.

Jack did not care where you two were, wether at home or out and about he would call you the nickname he chose for that week. If Neelam was around when he said one of them you were guaranteed a shake of the head or an attempted hidden but very obvious giggle. But the good thing was, she still thought it was very cute. She had never seen Jack so swooned and she had to admit that she really enjoyed the ‘in love’ look on him.

Apart from Neelam you guys had to deal with the one’s who didn’t think it was as cute. Urban and Cope would always get on Jack’s ass for the silly nicknames he used for you lately. They would laugh their asses off, mock him and then laugh their asses off some more. This time happened to be no different.

Jack had just finished his performance as he walked back into the dressing room backstage where you were all hanging out and waiting for him.

He walked to where you were sitting, first thing. Bending forward and puckering his lips asking you for a kiss. You gave him a very quick one not wanting to full on kiss him in front of his friends. You didn’t mind a bit of PDA but kissing him how you really wanted to with Urban and Cope sitting so close was a bit much for you.

Jack, however was not satisfied so of course he had to whine about it. “Come on Baby boo what was that? Kiss me right.” You didn’t even get a chance to let out an answer before Urban and Copelan started to cackle very loudly. They were wheezing and slapping each other’s shoulders and even turning red from how much they were laughing at Jack.

If someone were to walk in at that moment they would think you just told them world’s funniest joke.You and Jack were not as amused but you had to admit that their ugly laughs were pretty contagious. A slight giggle managed to escape from you but not from Jack. Urban and Cope started mimicking Jack by teasingly calling each other Baby boo and making kissing noises at each other.

Yet Jack couldn’t care less. He shook his head at the two idiots he called his best friends, turned back to you and got a proper kiss from his Baby boo.

[halfmoondaze]

Hi can I send a request doing a little prank on Jack. Like talking to your fans on live saying “guys Jack said I can get a second bf 🤭” and he comes up from behind “wtf are you talking about 🤨”

Prank

For the past couple of weeks, you started doing Instagram livestreams to interact with fans. However, since that one time Jack made an appearance at one of your lives, being his goofy ass self, the number of views of your livestreams increased a lot. 

And after someone suggested you on the comment section to do a prank on Jack, you knew you had to do it. 

“Guys, Jack said I could get a second boyfriend” you said as you entered the livingroom where Jack was sitting scrolling through his phone. 

“The fuck you talking about?” he said switching his attention to you. 

You started laughing. 

“Y/N, quit playing” 

“Oh my god, you don’t remember?” you said looking at him. 

“Remember what?” 

“You told me that I could get a second boyfriend a few days ago” 

He looked at you confused. 

“You trippin” 

You rolled your eyes. 

He sat on the couch next to you. 

“Y/N” 

“Yes?” you answered failing to contain your laughter. 

“Are you messing with me?” 

“Maybe” you giggled. 

Then he went on top of you and started tickling you.

“Jack stop” you said laughing hysterically. 

“Oh you want me to stop?” 

“Jack please” 

Then he stopped. 

You took your phone and ended the live. 

“You know you’re the only one for me right?” you said getting closer to him. 

“I don’t know. Am I?” he said teasing. 

“Of course” 

“Hmm…I don’t buy it” 

“Maybe I should show you then?” you whispered into his ear. 

“Maybe you should” he said inches away from you face. 

[lcandothisallday]

Can you write jealous!reader? But Jack finds it endearing?

Cute When You’re Jealous - Jack Harlow x f!reader

You watch from your spot leaning against the bar how Jack smiles and laughs with a few people. What bothered you wasn’t that he was enjoying his time, it was that he was enjoying it with not one, but two of his old hookups.

They were part of his same circle so you saw them often and it seemed like Jack had no desire to fully break things off with them, despite being in a well established relationship with you. You couldn’t help but feel upset at that. There seemed to be a double standard when it came to Jack. God forbid you even showed politeness towards a man yet here he was interacting with exes with his usual flirting ways.

After a little while, you make your way to where he stood, which instantly caught his attention causing him to grin. “There you are mamas—c’mere,” he mused, extending his arm for you. You let him wrap his arm around you, smiling softly when he places a kiss to your temple.

You remain quite while he continues to chat for the rest of the night which didn’t go unoticed by him. When you finally make it back to the hotel room, you try to rush into the washroom to change and get ready for bed, but he instantly gently grabs onto your arm and leads you towards the bed.

He takes a seat on the edge of the mattress and urges you to sit in his lap. “What’s up ma? You’ve been off all night,” he sighed, his hand rubbing your back encouragingly. You simply shrug, “nothing.”

Jack shook his head, “baby I know when something is wrong.”

“I just—” you pause and shake your head. “I don’t like how you’re still friends with your old hookups,” you frown. “I don’t mean to sound demanding or insecure and I don’t wanna police who you surround yourself with but it,” you shrug again. “I don’t know. It makes me uncomfortable I guess.”

Jack let out a sigh as his hand travelled from your back to rest on your thigh. “Baby you know it doesn’t mean anything.”

“I know but how would you feel if I was still actively friends with my exes?” you ask, looking up at him through your lashes. “I…I hate being like this with you but I can’t help what I feel, J.”

Jack licked his lips, “okay then I won’t hang out with them anymore,” he stated simply. You furrowed your brows and took in a breath. “So…you’re not mad?” you ask him quietly.

His hand came up to push back some of your hair, tucking the loose strands behind your ear. “I want you to be comfortable mamas…it’s not like I really want to vibe with them anyway,” he shrugged. “They’re my exes for a reason,” he chuckled.

“Okay,” you nod, your voice trailing off. Jack couldn’t help but stare at you with an amused grin. When you took notice, your cheeks heated up. “What?” you ask.

Jack laughed softly and brushed it off. “Nah it’s nothing ma.” His response causes you to let out a groan. “C’mon Jack…tell me,” you pout, your fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his.

The smirk never left Jack’s lips as he went to respond, his hands now rubbing your thighs. “You’re just cute when you’re jealous baby,” he hummed. The embarrassment washed over you as you felt more heat rush to your face if possible.

“That’s like the last thing I wanted you to think,” you whined as you hid your face in the crook of his neck, the action inevitably causing Jack to giggle because he thought you were adorable. “Ain’t nothing to be ashamed of,” Jack mused, gently lifting your head up so you could look at him. “I’m always jealous over you,” he stated nonchalantly.

“Oh yeah?” you ask, looking into your boyfriends eyes with an amused and soft smile.

He nods in response, “Yup…cos you’re mine,” he begins lowly, lifting you up and laying you down on the bed, his body now hovering over yours. “And I’m yours,” he whispered against your lips before he smashed his into yours in a searing and passionate kiss.

[alreadyjackbestfriend]

request: jack is exhausted and getting sick so the reader basically forces him to postpone the rest of the tour

"i don't want to disappoint them"

A/N: thank you for you request <3

warnings: angst

You were worried, more than worried, if you were honest with yourself. Every time Jack had gone onstage for the past two weeks, you'd clung to the bar that separated the stage from the backstage, watching to see if he was okay, if he drank water from time to time, that hopefully, hopefully, he wouldn't break down or fainted.

Jack had been overexploiting himself, adding dates in between his days off because arenas sold out fast, doing interviews in the mornings, rehearsing all afternoon, then moving on to soundchecks, the concert itself, and then showering and falling asleep in the bed to repeat the same thing the next day.

You could see the exhaustion in his eyes, not even the adrenaline of the moment was enough to keep him energetic. His steps were slow, his movements were limp, and his interaction with the audience, something Jack adored so much, was now kept to a minimum.

Once the concert was over you could breathe a little more calm, but once Jack got out of the shower and fell next to you on the bed, you felt it was time to talk seriously.

"Jack, can I talk to you for a moment?"

"hmm?" he replied, with half of his face buried in the pillow.

"I know you're very tired, and I don't want to keep you awake much longer, so that's why I need you to pay attention to me"

“ ‘kay” he said, like a little child, sitting on the bed and you smiled for a moment.

“I have been with you throughout this tour, and I have seen the satisfaction and happiness you feel when go on stage every night, but I have also realized how everything has changed in the last few weeks, you don't even have time to sleep eight hours, you are working all day, and you do concerts with what little energy you have left. the last two weeks I've watched your shows hoping you don't pass out, and I know you know I'm not exaggerating, I think you've even lost weight, Jack, you’ve been feeding on energy drinks and coffee... you don't even like coffee” you said the last part trying to prove your point. Jack frowned at you.

"what are you trying to tell me, y/n?"

"I think…" you started, a little apprehensive, "I think you should put the tour on pause"

"You're kidding, right?"

"No"

"You can't be suggesting this, you know there are contracts and most importantly, I can't disappoint my fans" he said, getting up abruptly from the bed.

"I know jack, but they would understand… they would understand that you should put your health first"

"I don't want to talk about this anymore, y/n, I hope this is the last time you bring it up" he replied, entering the bathroom with a slam.

Your eyes filled with tears, you knew how professional Jack was and how committed he was to his career, but you couldn't believe he was in such denial.

you opted to simply fall asleep, turning your back to his side of the bed. In addition to being worried, now you were furious, you couldn't understand why he would get mad at you for worrying about him. you were tired too, so you fell asleep without much trouble, even with your heart heavy with anguish.

***

The next morning you woke up alone, and you snorted, you weren’t surprised at all. The truth is you didn't even want to see Jack, you were still mad.

You knew there was no trip today, because it was the second date in the same city, so you could stay all day in your hotel room. you chose to shower and put on something fresh, order room service and stay in bed watching series.

But at about 5 p.m., you got a call from Urban.

"hey" he said first

"Hey, what's up?" Urban only called you when something happened involving Jack, and if it was urgent. otherwise, he would send you a message.

"I don't want to scare you, they are already taking care of him..."

"Urban" you said his name as a warning.

"Jack had a drop in blood pressure, we had to bring him to the hospital, but he's fine, it was just a scare"

"oh my god"

"y/n, don't panic, please, he's fine now, just come to the hospital, there's a driver outside the hotel waiting for you"

**

In less than 5 minutes you were taking the car outside the hotel, and in the 15 minutes of travel your leg did not stop moving due to anxiety. After asking in the information desk where you could find him, you ran through the corridors, although you waited to calm your breathing before entering the room.

Jack was sitting on a stretcher, an IV in his arm, while Neelam and Urban sat in chairs across from him. The nurse gave you a small smile before leaving. You looked at Jack, and he looked back at you with guilty eyes.

"You don't have to say it" he said almost snorting.

"Jack," you said, frustrated, your throat tightening, "do you think I ran all the way here to look at you and say 'I told you so'"?

he was silent for a few moments, "sorry"

At that instant, you looked at neelam, as if she could read your mind, she started to speak.

"It was a drop in blood pressure due to stress, lack of sleep and dehydration, but it's nothing serious, the intravenous is serum and the doctor's recommendation is, basically, rest"

you nodded, "thank you"

"let's give them a moment alone" she said afterward, looking at urban

"Yeah! Sure" he got the hint quickly and they both left the room.

“I’m sorry” jack repeated after a few moments, you didn’t know what to say, "The doctor said that the irritability was also a consequence of stress and lack of sleep. besides, I'm angry with myself for not being able to handle all the obligations that I have" he said, and you saw how his eyes turned teary, " I brought all this out on you last night and now, and I'm sorry... I'm just..."

"I know" you said, approaching him, and hugging him. your hands caressing his hair.

"my fans, I don't want to disappoint them"

"you won't, they love you and they will understand"

he hugged you tighter and then pulled his face out of your chest to look at you, "thank you" he said, his cheeks wet, "for being the first to love me, and understanding me"

"always"

[jackharloww]

Coming soon

I have had so much going on in school and private life that I haven’t written anything 😫 I have (very) old request that I need to work on and those are:

Jack gets an allergic reaction - only written a sentence to it 😂

Reader have postpartum - I have not started with this one and I want to start writing when I can give it a lot of time, because I want to be happy and satisfied with it. I don’t want to write just to write it. If you know what I mean I want to put a lot of time to it.

Buuuut @softtcurse just posted a postpartum fic that was amazing!! So go check it out🥺

Meeting the family for the first time -same here, just written a sentence😫

A music one that I don’t really know how I’m feeling about, so we’ll see 🤣

Stressed Jack

So if you’re waiting for it, it’s coming I just don’t know when🫣

[hotsforharlow]

Can I request something where Jack has a friend (it's a bit flirty and they're kinda talking) for a few months that no one has met yet, and one day he invites her to come down and meet him in Louisville. So like him and PG are in the sprinter van pulling up to the hotel to pick her up for like dinner or something, and she walks out looking absolutely stunning and takes all of their breaths away. Maybe one of them says "that's your girl?" And he just mumbles "working on it" when he sees that they're all gawking at her.

A/N: Hi, hope you enjoy this! I had a nice time writing it x

Your Girl?

The nervousness moving through you was nearly overwhelming as you looked at yourself in the mirror. It was your first time meeting anybody even remotely to do with Jack; never mind his closest friends. It was a step into the unknown with your relationship still more friendly than anything else. Not that you were talking to anyone else..and you hoped he wasn’t either. You looked down with a soft smile as your phone lit up like it had been doing so recently.

Hey ma, won’t be long x

The kisses were new but you followed his lead as you re-read the message more times than you’d admit as your smile only widened. You looked back at the mirror and softly painted your lips with a soft kissable pink colour. 

See you soon x

You pressed the send button whilst spraying the last bit of perfume and trying to hype yourself up. Your soft locks moved down your shoulders as your hands moved over the tight fitted dress that showed you off perfectly without being too revealing. A teasing gesture for the flirtatious boy you were falling for. You couldn’t believe how fast the months had gone after advertising your enjoyment of his song on Instagram and surprisingly the next morning, you found a DM by him.

You had thought it was a false account until you had started video calling; his dreamy accent flooding your ears and those blue eyes staring into your soul nearly. Even with his busy schedule; you both managed to talk every day, even if it was only through messages. You felt like you’d known him forever. It was such a nice feeling to have someone and you hoped he felt the same. 

The champagne he had ordered to your room was a nice touch as you sipped; bringing some courage into you. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Where are we even going?” Clay muttered as he typed away at his phone; the large van was crowded with his brother, Urban and more of their friends as they were on their way to the restaurant. “Just picking someone up.” Jack explained without looking up from his own phone; a smile tugging at his lips that Clay had only just realised. He shared a look with Urban whose face was as confused as he was. “He won’t tell me who he’s texting all the damn time.” 

Jack only rolled his eyes as he sent the last text to say he was here as the van began to slow down. “Shut up Urb.” He grumbled as his cheeks began to flush. A chuckle was his only response as his group looked at each other in confusion as the door moved to open.

God, he couldn’t believe how much he had missed you as you came into view. The soft street lights make you glow. His blues caught sight of the matching gold KY chain bouncing with your steps. His eyes moved over that tight little dress that had his mouth watering. He watched your smile widen and he was about to move and reach for your hand when he heard his friend’s voice. “Damn.” Jack hated to turn away from you as he looked back to see them all; included Urban and his brother who had his own girl giving you an appreciative look.

“That’s your girl?” Jack was asked as their eyes still not so subtle moved over you. “Working on it.” Jack mumbled with a growing smirk; his confidence growing as he gently took your hand. “Hey, ma.” 

You blushed prettily at his attention whilst taking the hand he offered; your fingers playing with his as you stepped into the vehicle. “Hi,” You softly spoke and waved at the group you only half recognized and the names a blur. Your eyes moved around for a seat but found none. ���You can sit here?” Urban hummed; his legs spread and his hand patted his thigh. The action had you blushing but before you could even respond, Jack brought you into his lap and wrapped his arm around your waist. 

“I’m glad you could make it.” He whispered into your ear as the van began to make its way to the restaurant. “Me too.” You hummed and looked back; locking eyes with him whilst playing with the large ring on his finger. His hand rested on your bare thigh as your fingers moved into his curls from behind whilst enjoying the ride.

[nattinatalia]

concept: “now i know you didn’t just say that to your mother, my wife”

angst to fluff pls

“Ama porque no?” Ezequiel follows you into the kitchen.

“Porque estás castigado, y que no tu papá te cacho la semana pasada en una fiesta con Cassandra?” You smirk at him.

He groans. “I didn’t know dad told you.”

“Porfavor Ezequiel, tu papá me dice todo.” You start chopping lettuce and tomatoes. “Ve a sacarme el mandado que quedó en mi carro.”

“So you’re not letting me go then?”

You place the knife down and look at him. “I told you no Ezequiel.”

“Ugh, you’re so lame.” He yells, “Why can’t you be fun like Tia Chelle?”

“Eze-“

“You always used to have my back and used to be fun. Now you’re always on my case about every little thing, it’s annoying.” He snaps.

You’re in disbelief and hurt at his choice of words, you don’t know what to say to him so you stay quiet.

But soon there’s a slam of a door coming from your home office and Jack is marching into the kitchen.

“Repeat what you just said.” He tells your son.

“Dad-“

Jack shakes his head, “Now I know you didn’t just say that to your mother, my wife” he warns, glaring at Ezequiel.

“Bubs it’s okay.” You try to calm him down.

“No it’s not okay, I didn’t raise him to be disrespectful towards you.” He shakes his head looking at EZ.

“How many times do we have to remind you that you’re grounded huh?” He takes a deep breath. “You’re grounded so that means no to going outside, but you can walk that ass upstairs to your room.”

“Dad wh-“

“I don’t want to hear another word from you right now. Go upstairs and before bed, I’m expecting a sincere apology to your mother.” He looks directly at his son. “I can’t believe the words that came out of your mouth.”

Ezequiel is defeated and walks out of the kitchen without another word.

“You okay baby?” Jack asks you, hugging you to him.

“Yeah, I’m just surprised that’s all.” You whisper.

“He’s a teenage boy, he’s going to say hurtful things, it’s not an excuse but it’s part of life. I’ll be there to set his ass straight all the time.”

You nod but don’t say anything, still a little shaken up from the words your son just said to you

“Hey, look at me.” Jack demands. “You’re the best mom our kids could ever ask for or need. Do not let what our angry sixteen year old son said get to you, because he couldn’t be more wrong.”

“He’s never been so angry with me before.”

“He’s going to have to get used to hearing no, he’s not doing well in school so until he changes that, it’s to school, practice and back home.” He lifts you up and sets you down on the counter.

You nod, “Thank you baby.”

“For what?”

“For defending me like that, it’s always hot when you get mad, your nose doing that flaring thing I like.” You shrug and wink at him. “It was so hot.”

Jack smirks. “Mhmm.” He spreads your thighs. “Let’s make him regret speaking to you that way.”

You lift up your dress, and pull it up to your chest. “Get to it papi.”

[harlowcomehome]

A Modern Cinderella Story:

It was New Year’s Eve, and although you had planned on staying in, your best friend Daya had been begging you to go to this party all week.

You weren’t exactly thrilled about it, being more of an introvert, but you didn’t want to disappoint her.

“Are you sure you can even bring a plus one?” You picked at your gel manicure as you sat on the couch across from her.

“Yes! I talked to Urban about it. We just have to leave our phones at the door” Daya squealed as she could see you visibly changing your mind.

“Is this Jack Harlows party?”

“Yeah! But he’ll probably be too busy at the DJ booth or something. That’s his thing now” she snorted.

Daya was a model, an Instagram model but still gorgeous and full of opportunities nonetheless. Thats how she met Urban and scored this invite in the first place.

“Fine, I’ll go! But you have to help me pick out an outfit!” You stood up from the couch, ready to start the shower as Daya rummaged through your things.

Daya knew you had an innocent crush on Jack, and was making it her mission to get you two acquainted by the end of the night.

When you were out of the shower you had three dresses laid across your bed that you didn’t recognize, laughing to yourself as you noticed they were all Dayas, two of them still had their original tags.

Once you were clothed in pajamas, you went into the living room, where Daya scrolled on her phone avoiding your gaze.

“D! You expect me to wear one of those dresses? It won’t be too much?”

“It’s New Year’s Eve! Trust me! Please?” She poked her bottom lip out knowing you’d oblige.

You threw your head back and laughed before turning back around and walking into your bedroom. You only had an hour and half to get ready so you had to be quicker than usual.

When you and Daya walked into the party you were immediately greeted by tons of people you didn’t know. You both set your phones aside at the door and you followed her lead as she worked the room.

Both of you got a drink at the open bar to calm your nerves, feeling overwhelmed by the amount of people present.

“So you’re the famous y/n huh? Daya talks about you a lot” Urban came up behind you both with a giant smile. He was nice and inviting just as Daya had explained him to be.

“I’ve heard a lot about you too” you smirked, nursing the drink you had ordered at the bar. Daya blushed, trying not to look at you with wide eyes as she was embarrassed.

You practically choked on your drink when you spotted Jack, he was a lot taller in person than expected, more handsome too.

Urban followed your gaze, “do you want me to introduce you?” He yelled over the music, catching you off guard as you nervously shook your head.

“No? Are you sure?” Urban teased knowing what Dayas plan for the night was.

“She means yes!” Daya dragged you by the arm and you two followed Urban to the DJ booth.

“Daya…” you warned, already feeling incredibly shy.

Jack leaned down, listening to Urban as he told him your names.

He exited the DJ booth giving both you and Daya a warm hug, which neither of you expected.

“I’m Jack! Nice to meet you both” he was definitely humble, which surprised you considering he had every reason not to be.

He pulled back, making direct eye contact with you. His aquamarine eyes made you almost freeze in the moment.

“Y/N? Do you want to help me up here?” He motioned to the DJ area. “Maybe we can leave these two to have a moment alone?” He smirked, noticing Urban and Daya hadn’t taken their eyes off each other yet.

“Here, let me take your drink” he took it from you placing it to the side as he grabbed both of your hands and helped you up the steps. Jack knew he had to help you up the wooden steps as he noticed your heels immediately.

“Thank you, there is no way I could’ve made it up those with these on.” You tapped your heels against the wooden floor you were standing on.

They were three-inch heels and Jack still towered over you.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so either” he laughed, his laugh immediately drawing you in.

You both couldn’t stop smiling, the flirty banter coming off more natural than you thought it would.

“Do you always DJ your own parties?” You teased, making him blush.

“I guess you could say, it’s a new hobby of mine” he chuckled, tongue to cheek.

“I see! A man of many talents” you giggled, placing your hand on his chest briefly.

“You’re familiar with my other…” he paused, trying to compose himself, trying not to laugh. “Talents?”

“Mhm,” you smiled, leaning over him. “Show me what this does?” You pointed to a knob on the soundboard. Truthfully you weren’t at all interested in any of that, you just wanted to keep him talking.

As the night went on, you didn’t leave that spot with Jack. The two of you talked for hours, it wasn’t until almost midnight that you realized you hadn’t seen Daya in a while.

You had a few empty solo cups beside you and eventually moved to sitting down. There was a private area beside the DJ booth and your legs somehow ended up across Jack's lap, your heels had fallen off beside him.

Jack shared some plans for his upcoming album, and you expressed your excitement letting him know you’d want to keep in touch.

It was almost midnight, and you and Daya had originally planned to beat traffic by leaving early.

You started to look around the room, which worried Jack as he realized you were preparing to leave.

“Leaving me already?” He pouted, his hand resting on your thigh.

“If I stay, you won’t have a chance to miss me” you winked before standing up, pulling your dress down as it had been previously bunched up from sitting.

Jacks eyes staying on you as you now noticed Daya was already making her way over.

Jack felt a sense of disappointment wave over him as he wanted you to be his New Year’s kiss, not having had one last year either.

“Our Uber is outside! Come on!” Daya hollered as she helped you down the steps.

The sheer tights you had under your dress hit the party floor and you immediately noticed you had left your heels with Jack.

You and Daya ran outside hoping to catch your Uber before he left to pick up someone else but it was too late as you two watched him drive away.

“Fuck!” Daya groaned, ordering another Uber.

“It’s going to be a ten-minute wait” she groaned as the two of you sat down on the curb.

“Y/N? Where the hell are your shoes?”

Before you could answer you spotted both Jack and Urban running toward the two of you, Jack with your heels in his hands.

“Right there” you smirked as you watched Jack's curls flop up and down with every stride.

“Ooooh, you’re like Cinderella or something” Daya teased.

“Does that make me Prince Charming?” Jack teased having heard Daya as he ran up to you.

“Damn you have good hearing” you giggled.

“A man of many talents remember?” He handed you your heels.

“Something like that” keeping eye contact as he leaned down to kiss you, just as the fireworks started to fill the sky.

“Happy New Year Cinderella” he laughed through continued kisses.

“Happy New Year Jack.”