#jack harlow stories

[jackharloww]

“It’s not nice to scream”

Summary: The one where you and Jack get into a heated argument and the kids wake up. - Angst to fluff

Jack was working on his album, which meant he was away in the studio for hours every day for the past few weeks. When the weekend came you thought he would stay at home with you, but at first, he had to go to the studio to finish a track, after that, it was a work lunch and after that, he went out with the boys. Meanwhile, you were at home with both your kids, feeling exhausted.

Your children were good and nice kids, but with Nathaniel teething and being attached to you and Grace being an energetic 4-year-old, you felt overwhelmed. You had tried to get ahold of Jack, but he wasn't picking up, It wasn't until you called Clay that you knew where Jack was.

"Look who finally decides to come home" You rolled your eyes as you walked past him and into the kitchen to put Nathaniel's chewing toy in the freezer. Grace and Nathaniel had just fallen asleep when Jack walked into the house.

"What's with the attitude?" Jack asked, confused. He followed you into the kitchen and stood there with a hand on his hip.

"Well let's see, my husband has apparently forgotten he has a family at home"

"What do you mean?" He furrowed his eyebrows. You walked past him, going to the living room to clean the toys that were scattered all over the floor.

"Let me remind you. You have two kids at home that would love to spend time with their father" You roughly said as you picked up one of Grace's dolls before shoving it in her toy basket.

"I've been working Y/N" Jack tensed his jaw, his hand was balled up in a fist and it was clear he was getting worked up. He was already in a bad mood before he came home, there was this one track that didn't turn out the way he wanted it. He just wanted to go home and relax for the rest of the night, not expecting his wife to blow up on him.

“I just find it funny you..” you were speaking but Jack's loud sigh interrupted you

“Here we go” he mumbled under his breath, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall, rolling his eyes in the process.

“Excuse me?” You could practically feel your blood pumping into your veins, You couldn't believe the audacity. "What the actual fuck has gotten into you?" you lashed out, your voice getting louder with every word.

"Y/N I have a lot to do at work" Jack couldn't help but raise his voice as well.

"And I have a lot to do at home. I understand you having to be at the studio or going to work dinners, but I can't comprehend you going out with the boys instead of coming home to us"

"Well, maybe I just want some time alone and be with my boys" He retaliated.

"And I don't?" your shoulders slumped down as your voice got caught in your throat. You swallowed and took a deep breath, looking down at your feet before meeting his, now, dark eyes, "I can't do this alone Jack"

"You could've just asked me for help" he shrugged, his tone still filled with anger

"I shouldn't have to ask you Jack" you spoke sharply, closing your eyes for a second, moving your hand to your forehead. "But I called you multiple times this morning, but you of course have it on fucking airplane mode"

"Well that's how I work in the studio, you know that already" He spat out, not even trying to understand your point of view.

"Well maybe fucking change that now that you have a family and wife that needs to come in contact with you" You didn't know he was acting like this, and it broke your heart.

"I can't deal with this right now" Jack snapped back, he walked to the foyer with you in tow.

"So you're just going to leave?" you whispered, not trusting your voice anymore. Jack grabbed his car keys and turned around to look at you,

"Better than being here" he mumbled and walked out, slamming the door in the process. The words he said cut deep, and you couldn't stop the tears from falling.

Just as the door closed, you heard cries coming from Nathaniel's room, he must have woken up from all the screaming and shouting. You wiped away the tears that were falling from your face and walked to Nathaniel's room. You picked him up and brought him closer to your chest as you rocked him back and forth, trying to calm him down.

"Mommy" You heard Grace's tiny voice say from behind you. She was standing next to Nathaniel's door with tears in her eyes, "Where's Daddy?" she asked. She had also woken up to the screaming and gotten sad.

You took a deep breath and quickly dried your own tears, for her sake, "He forgot something at Uncle Urby's place" you lied. You sat down in the chair you had in Nathaniel's room and motioned for her, "Come here". She sat down in your lap and you hugged her and Nathaniel.

"Why were you and Daddy screaming?" Grace sniffled. You looked at her for a few seconds, not knowing what to tell her.

"We got a little angry with each other, but it was not right of us to scream, I'm sorry baby"

"It's not nice to scream," she said, scrunching her nose and wiping away the snot.

"You're totally right, It's not nice" You gave her a kiss on the head. You looked down and saw that Nathaniel had fallen asleep, so you put him back in his crib before picking Grace up.

"Do you want to sleep in Mommy's bed?" you asked her, receiving excited nods. The both of you laid down in bed, and you played with her hair as she fell asleep.

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Meanwhile, Jack had gone to Urban's place. His friend could clearly note the anger on his face. "What's up" Urban stepped aside and let him walk in.

"I don't even want to talk about it" He walked straight to the living room and slumped down on the couch. Urban looked at him, confusion written all over his face.

"Weren't you going home? Did something happen there?" Urban didn't let it go

"I said I didn't want to talk about it" Jack groaned

"Well, I don't give a fuck. Does Y/N know you're here?" he asked him, sitting down next to him

"No, I just walked out" Jack looked down, he knew what he did was wrong, but he couldn't stay there and scream at you, his blood was boiling and he needed to get out of there to calm down.

"That's low" Urban was completely honest with him, "I'm telling her you're here, you know how worried she can get," Urban said and picked up his phone to text you. Jack could only nod, even though he was angry he knew Urban was right, he didn't want you to worry and overthink the situation.

Urban: Jack's here, I think it's best he stays the night

You: Thank you.

"Now speak, what happened" Urban gave Jack a little time before he made him talk. Jack told him everything, and Urban was furious at him.

"Dude, I know you're my brother and all that, but that was fucked up of you. Y/N didn't say anything wrong. You out of everyone know how important family is, and that they come first"

"I know, It's just all been too much and I guess I took it out on her" Jack ran his fingers through his hair, "I fucked up didn't I?"

"Just talk to her tomorrow, but yes you fucked up bro" Urban patted his shoulder, "I'll go with you tomorrow, I can take the kids out for breakfast, I know a place Grace will love and you two can talk it out"

"Thank you" Jack gave him a hug, thankful he had Urban by his side.

They both got ready for bed and Jack walked into Urban's guest bedroom. He picked up his phone and decided to send you a message.

Jack: I'm sorry. I love you always.

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You were thankful that Urban had sent you a message last night, letting you know Jack was there. It made you calm down, and you fell asleep shortly after.

You woke up with Grace's feet in your face and chuckled as you moved her around so she was lying normally. You checked your phone and saw Jack's message from last night and your chest tightened. At least he calmed down, you thought.

You had just gotten out of the bathroom when you heard the front door being unlocked. You took a deep breath and quickly fixed your hair before going to meet him.

And there he was, He was standing there a guilty look on his face with Urban standing next to him.

"Hi" you said, Urban walked up to you and gave you a hug.

"Good morning, I'm taking the kids out for breakfast," He told you with a gentle smile.

"Let me just get them ready" you didn't even acknowledge Jack, not having the energy to talk to him just yet.

"I'll help," Jack mumbled. When you didn't respond, he nodded to himself and went to get Nathaniel ready, who had just woken up. You woke Grace up. She got very excited to see her dad and uncle and became even more excited when you told her she was going out to breakfast with Urban. After half an hour, both kids were ready, and Urban took them out.

You took a shaky breath as you walked into the living room. Jack sat awkwardly on the sofa, like a guest in his own home, waiting for the two of you to talk.

As soon as you sat down, Jack apologized, saying, "Y/N, I'm so sorry." He rubbed his hands on his legs, a nervous habit of his, before running his fingers through his curls. However, his anxiety only increased when you remained silent. "Please say something," he whispered and reached out to hold your hand.

You pulled your hand away and finally looked at him, "Sorry? That's all you have to say?"

"I know I fucked up, but please let me make it up to you" he begged

"You hurt me," you expressed, looking down at your fidgeting hands, twisting your wedding ring as you often do when anxious. "You promised that work would never take priority over our family, yet that's exactly what happened."

"I never meant to hurt you, I know what I did was wrong" he spoke, his voice getting caught in his throat. Jack was really regretting his actions and the way he spoke to you last night.

"I know you didn't mean to hurt me" you sighed, "but you did, and you made me feel neglected. It's not only been hard for me, but the kids as well"

Jack nodded, taking a deep breath before speaking, "I understand. I've had so much at work that I let it consume me. I took my frustration out on you, and for that, I'm truly sorry. I messed up" He spoke, and his eyes glistened with tears. "Please let me make it up to you. You and the kids mean the world to me, I don't want to lose you"

You reached forward and grabbed his hand, in that moment he closed his eyes and a tear slipped down his cheek. "I don't want to lose you either" you couldn't hold back your own tears, "But something has got to change Jack, We barely see you at home"

Jack squeezed your hand "I promise you I will be better, You, Grace and Nathaniel are my one and only priority, and I'm sorry I ever made you doubt that. I regret everything I said last night, you don't deserve that"

"You’re right, I didn’t deserve that. But I'm glad you came to your senses" you gave him a gentle smile as you reached out and wiped away his tears, "We just want our Jack back"

"Oh he's back" Jack chuckled. He grabbed the hand you had on his face and pulled it closer to his lips, he planted a kiss in the palm of your hand as you now cradled his cheek. "Thank you for grounding me, I love you" He whispered

"I love you too" You leaned in and kissed him.

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Okay damn, It's been more than a month since I posted a concept. Glad to be back I guess

This has been in the draft for months….. so sorry if the ending seems rushed… it is

Taglist: @heavyhitterheaux , @killatravtramp , @middlechild404 , @harlowcomehome , @harlowsbby , @neon-lights-and-glitter , @nattinatalia , @itsyagirljaz , @hoodharlow

[middlechild404]

Taking care of sick Jack

Summary: You come home to find a sick jack laying on your couch and you can't help yourself from trying to take care of him.

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I walked in through the front door expecting to be alone in my apartment, but instead, was met by a wide figure that was sprawled on my couch. I was treading lightly, because he didn't seem to move when I closed the door, meaning he was sound asleep.

I didn't expect to find him here because it had been a while since we'd seen each other last. Technically, we lived together in my apartment but he still stayed at his apartment most days because it was closer to the studio.

Having him in my space was still a bit unfamiliar, due to the short amount of time he has had the keys. Aside from the unfamiliarity, I still felt the fuzzy feeling at the pit of my stomach whenever he was here.

My hands went unconsciously toward his hair as I was towering over him. I could feel the heat radiating off from his body as my palm touched his forehead.

"Jack.." I whispered, trying to wake him up.

He only moaned and turned to his side, not giving me an answer. I started rubbing his back, continuing my attempt to wake him up. At last, he slightly opened one of his eyes to look at me.

“You're burning up” I stated. “How are you babe?” I questioned worriedly.

“I don't know, I don't feel so good.” He said, trying to get up.

I quickly pushed his shoulders down, insisting that he needed to rest. He didn't fight against it as his eyes closed once his head touched one of the pillows that was on the couch. I swiftly went to the main bedroom and brought a comforter to cover him with.

I've never been a great caregiver due to my many failed prior relationships and my mom continuously preaching “the world is female” throughout my upbringing. My mother didn't take my dad leaving us lightly, therefore she had sworn that she would never prioritize a man's needs over her own. That's something she's been trying to drill in my head ever since I was a kid, attempting to teach me about being independent.

Independent, was a word I'd easily use to describe myself. Although, being independent doesn't mean not helping the people you love, which is something my mother would never let into her thick head.

I had this heart wrenching feeling of worry. All I wanted was for Jack to feel better. Therefore I summoned my non-existent talent of cooking and followed a recipe of tomato soup i'd saved on instagram. While the soup was boiling on the stove, I put some garlic bread in the oven.

When everything was ready and I had poured the soup in a bowl I made my way to the living room, setting everything on the table in front of the sofa.

“Babe.. Wake up. I've made you some soup.” I said as my fingers were playing with his curls.

As he was eating away at the food that I'd made, I walked up to find some ibuprofen to bring down his fever and prepare a concoction with tea, ginger and honey that I found on google.

When coming with everything, he had managed to lick the plate clean. He was now leaning back against the sofa and looking up at the ceiling. I interrupted his thoughts when I placed everything on the table. He gave me a gracious smile as he downed the pill and water.

I encouraged him to lie down on the sofa again as I took the remote and put on his favorite show “Succession”. He grabbed the tea and gave me a scrunched look as he took a sip.

“What is this? poison?” he asked with a look of disgust.

“Haha yes, but the good kind.��� I winked as he laughed at my remark.

I motioned for him to lift his head so I could sit down on the couch. His head was now in my lap as I kept going through his hair with my fingers, with succession on the TV. All I could think about was that I could do this forever. I couldn't help myself from smiling and looking down at his face. He eventually noticed me staring, which made him look up at me with a tired grin.

“Thank you for taking care of me, there is no other place I'd rather be right now than in your arms. I love you babe.” He said lovingly.

“I love you too.” I answered while my cheeks were hurting due to the grin my face made at his words.

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I know that it's been a while lovies, hope you like this one! I have had a few hectic months but I'm back now so stay tuned for more content❤️❤️

Taglist: @jackharloww , @j-worlds-blog @itsyagirljaz , @harlowcomehome , @neon-lights-and-glitter

[halfmoondaze]

Aftercare

requested by @jackharlowsbaby00

Jack looked up to see Y/N already collapsed next to him. He carefully approached her sleeping figure and gave her gentle kisses in her shoulder and temple. 

“Hmm?”

“Come baby, you need to get clean up” 

“But I’m tired” she mumbled as laying face down. 

He sighed. 

“Just do it for me and I’ll order food and we can spend the rest of the night watching films and cuddling. How does that sound?”

“Ok” 

With Jack’s help, you made it to the bathroom and he helped you carefully enter the bathtub, that he had already filled with warm water and your favorite shower gel.

Once you were inside, you turned to him.

He was already in his way out of the bathroom when you stopped him. 

“Where are you going?”

“I was going to change the sheets. You needed something?” he said in a tender tone. 

“Yeah…I was hoping you could join me” 

He smiled at you. 

“Just give me 5 minutes and I’ll be all yours” he smiled and gave you a kiss at the top of your head before leaving the room. 

Slowly your muscles started to relax and your eyes closed at the sensation of the watm water. 

Not long after, Jack came back to the bathroom and entered to the bathtub sitting behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. Then, Jack took a loofah and rubbed it all over your sensitive skin. But the moment it made contact in between your legs, you hissed at the sensation. 

“shh its ok” he kissed your temple and rubbed the side of your arm. “too sensitive?”

“Yeah” 

“I’m sorry” 

You turned to look at him with a half smiled. 

“Don’t be, I really enjoyed it” 

He smiled to himself and kissed your lips. 

After pulling away, you snuggled into his embrace and enjoyed each other’s presence in a comfortable silence. 

Once the water got cold, you and Jack got out of the bathtub. Before he could grab a towel for himself, he wrapped a towel around you; and you both headed to the bedroom. 

After putting on some comfortable clothes, that for you consisted on some baggy sweat pants and one of his hoodies, you and Jack lounge in the living room watching your favorite movies while having takeout. Then you spent the rest of the night snuggled on the couch and eventually ended up falling asleep in each other’s arms. There was no other place you would rather be. 

author's note

so I decided to actually write this request lol, I loved this idea but I wanted to focus more in the aftercare aspect of it instead of the smut thank u @jackharlowsbaby00 for requesting I hope you liked it!

[harlowsthetic]

𐑺 ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ SHE'S THE ONE — JACK HARLOW

new comment from; @comehomeimissyou. can you do jack realizing he has met his soulmate?

summary. jack notices just how much he needs you in his life.

warnings. fem!reader + fluff. wc, 618.

a note from sisi. im happy to finally put out something, it is short but it still something. im also working on other requests so can't wait to get those out. — masterlist / previous fic / taglist.

It was another late night at the studio where Jack was listening to tracks wanting them to sound perfect for his upcoming album.

You have been accompanying him to show him support, giving your opinion when it was needed, and you always did it with a smile on your face, reassuring him when he was way too in his head.

“But I remember when you used to be fanned out. I guess that when the whole world loves you. People only got one way to stand out. All that time in the kitchen finally panned out. I put some flavor in a pot and took the bland out,” Jack rapped while his fingers played with a toothpick, waiting for your input but silence met him.

“Babe?” His eyebrows furrowed together, confused on why you were so silent as you were just talking to him a minute ago but when he swiveled his chair to face you, he noticed you fell asleep on the couch.

A smile wore on Jack’s face as he got up from his chair, quietly walked over to you, putting his jacket over you to keep you warm before sitting back down in his chair.

Jack needed to finish this up so he can bring you home but he couldn’t help but to continue to look at your sleeping figure.

There was one thing Jack was sure of; if his career didn’t work out, he would have still had you by his side as you have always been there through everything.

You were his ride or die, Jack could not imagine a life without you. He was so into his thoughts that he didn’t notice the door to the studio open. “You good?” Urban questions as he notices how deep in thought Jack is as he sits in the chair right next to him.

“Yeah I was just thinking about something…” Jack trails off as something new pops into his mind, and before he goes to reveal what it was, he makes sure that you’re in a deep sleep so you wouldn’t hear the conversation.

Once he's in the clear, he takes a deep breath as Urban makes a blunt. "I'm thinking of finally proposing to [Name]."

"She has been there with me from the start,' Jack spoke as Urban listen quietly. "She always supported me even when there were times I doubted myself."

"About time," Urban blurt out, making Jack laugh. "I thought of doing it a long time ago but I didn't think I was ready and the thing with [Name], I didn't feel the need to rush into things which made me feel relax whenever I was around her."

"I don't think I can find another girl like her, nor do I think I can let her walk out of my life," he ramble as his eyes stay on you. "I want to give her my last name and then when it's time, start a family with her."

“I just need to get the ring and the perfect place to propose at.”

“Well you can scratch off at a football game, she thinks it cheesy and overdone,” Urban replies as he raises the spliff to his mouth.

Jack lets out a laugh at that. “Nah man it got to be special.” The sound of his laugh echoes through the room making your eyes flutter open, confused on what was happening and as soon as the sleep escapes you, you tune into their conversation.

“She’s definitely the one for me and nothing can change that.” A huge smile forms across your cheeks as you close your eyes back to make it seem like you were still sleeping and didn’t hear what he said.

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[lilminchii]

Clothes & Arguments,Jack Harlow

Dad!Jack🫶 with some angst

“Hey-what are you wearing?” Jack questioned as Athena looked up at him, tilting her head. “Did your mom buy that for you?” He asked, fiddling with his beard. Something he often did when he was losing his patience. “I went with her but yeah.” She nodded nervously, not being able to tell if he was mad or not. “Alright, you’re not going out right?” He questioned as she shook her head. He quickly pressed a kiss onto her forehead before heading up the stairs.

“Y/n?” He entered their room, closing the door behind him. “Yeah? Is everything okay?” She looked up from her phone as he let out a huff. “Why’d you buy those clothes for Athena?” He raised his eyebrows as she put her phone down. “Jack,” she sighed as he shook his head. “Don't ‘Jack’ me, I feel like if you’re gonna buy clothes like that for her you could at least fucking ask me.” He groaned as she furrowed her eyebrows. “Jack, she's only wearing those at home, and it's only a tank top and shorts. I don't see a problem, she’s not that young anymore.” Y/n spoke as he looked straight at her. “Not that young? She’s fucking 14 Y/n, that shit that she’s wearing isn’t for kids.” He rolled his eyes as she got up from the bed. “What, you’re just gonna leave?!” He turned to look at her as she headed for the bedroom door. “Yeah, I’m gonna fucking leave. I get my daughter something she actually wants to wear and I’m the bad parent?! I made sure it wasn’t too revealing you’re getting mad over nothing. Grow the fuck up, Jack!” She yelled, leaving the room. “What the hell do you mean 'grow the fuck up'?! She’s my fucking kid too.” He followed after her as she went down the stairs. “Yeah? Then why don’t you go ask her what she wants to wear like a goddamn adult, because apparently what she's wearing now isn’t appropriate enough for you.” She put her shoes on as he ran a hand down his face. “Where are you going?” He whispered as she grabbed her keys. “I’m going for a walk, I’ll be back to make dinner.” She muttered, rummaging through her bag to find something. “I-I can order something, you don’t have to make anything.” He mumbled as she hummed. “Shit- uhm, I’ll talk to her about it. I’m sorry I got mad at you, I know you were just-” she cut him off. “It doesn’t matter, just go and talk to your daughter Jack.” She dismissed him as he bit his lips. “Yeah, okay, stay safe and call me if anything's wrong. I love you, baby.” He whispered as she nodded. “I love you too Jack,” she spoke before leaving the house.

“Dad?” He met Athena's glassy wide eyes. “Hey honey, I wanna talk about something.” He looked at the clothes she was wearing, quickly noticing how she had changed her tank top for an oversized t-shirt. “My clothes?” She tilted her head as he slowly nodded. “I heard you and Mom.” She whispered, her voice breaking slightly. He could practically feel his heart shatter at how vulnerable she sounded. “That was, I don't know what that was. It was my fault I took it out of proportion.” He looked down at her cupping her cheek as a tear rolled down her cheek. “C’mere,” he wrapped his arms around her as she cried into his chest. “Truthfully I know you’re growing up, I know everything's gonna change. But for now, I don’t want you to wear clothes like that. It’s a little selfish but you’re still my little girl and I don't want you dressing like that just yet, okay?” He pressed a kiss to her hair rubbing her back comfortingly. “I know you might be mad at me right now, but I can deal with that.” He whispered as she continued to cry into his chest.

[eddiesblklvr]

How come you don’t write for white ppl also? I feel like you black creators always think you’re so much better than white people. Like why can’t you leave the race out of it like everyone else and just imagine a black person or something? You guys are so weird and rude.

why are you upset at the fact that i’m choosin to write for only black ppl when there are THOUSANDS of blogs that are white coded and writing for white ppl? why can’t you just imagine a white girl when you read my shit?

please get tf away from me 😭

[mattspoetdepartment]

Guys….guys…GUYSSS

[cocainegirlsnblunts]

Smoothies In 1991

Jack Harlow - Catching feelings

Ever since your Birthday Party, you couldn’t stop thinking about Jack. You stalked all his Social Media, you looked at everything you could about him on the Internet, you were legit in love.

You called your close friend Madison Beer to tell her about this little crush you got going on.

“Hey! what’s up??” Madison answered the call. “Madi why am I just finding out that Jack Harlow is cute.” She bursts out laughing “No fucking wayyy! Arlette what do you mean!??”

“I don’t know!! I just met him yesterday because of Cole and I just- he’s so like- I don’t know what it is about him I can’t put it into words.” you say.

“Oh so this is serious” she said, “Well no like we’ve never even hung out or anything but i’m thinking about calling Cole and asking him to set some stuff up.” you say. “Yeah well I think you should, and let me know what happens.” she says.

You hang up and think long and hard about telling Cole about these feelings. Not because you don’t trust him you just don’t know if you’re ready to start a new relationship. But you looked at Jack’s instagram and couldn’t resist.

*phone ringing*

“pick upppp” you say waiting impatiently and annoyed. “Heyy Arlette what’s up.” Cole FINALLY picks up. “Hey what’re you doing rn??” you ask “Nothing much, I just been editing some stuff what about you?”

“Yeah no i’m not doing anything but listen I just got off the phone with Madison, and I asked her about a special someone… And this someone, happens to be one of your buddies.”

He took a minute to reply “What do you mean when you say special someone…” you start laughing cause you can’t believe you’re about to tell him that you’re crushing on Jack Harlow.

“Uhm he’s not so special because nothing’s happened yet but…something can happen between us if you help.”

“What do you mean help you????” he says confused. “Well look you introduced me to him at my birthday and” He cut you off right there “Who do you want me to put you on with Arlette.”

“I hate you. Okay it’s Jack Harlow. that’s my crush so could you please let him know i’m amazing and all that.”

He bursts out laughing

“ARLETTE BRO You’re funny”

“Holy shit. Alright what do you want me to do exactly.” he says.

“Okay first of all, i’m not liking all this laughing at me so stop there. But nah just like make some plans with him and then invite me without telling him so then he’ll be like oh her fine ass is here type shit.”

“Yeah okay Arlette, i’ll let you know, Bye.”

Fast Forward to November

you guys having lunch together

11/15/21

you guys playing basketball together

( photos took by urban wyatt)

11/29/21

you guys at a party together

12/4/21

Here are the photos that started the dating rumors

All December

When you guys finally started dating these are the pictures that made you guys go public

you guys fr got caught lacking

You and Jack made it official on January 17th 2022 and popped out at a Basketball game to confirm you two

The Media went crazy.

This is the most you been spotted since your break but the real supporters could see you were happy since the last time you were active.

And obviously you got some backlash from the fans that are in love with him but you didn’t pay attention one bit. You were truly happier than ever with him and everyone supported you two.

[jackmanbj]

ooo stinka butt🤭

[astroluvr]

How to Say Sorry

summary: a continuation of the college!jack au!

a/n: this is a pretty short blurb, but if you'd like to see more of college!jack, feel free to send in requests!

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You had been upset with Jack before. You had been upset when he convinced you to skip your morning class one day to go to some tailgate and you missed an important lecture. You had been upset when he set the both of you behind on a project because he wanted to study at the greasiest burger nook he could find. You had even been upset when he took you to a party that you hated.

Jack knew how to fix any of that, though, when he mumbled an apology into your neck and trying to fit himself into your tiny dorm bed. He was good at that, and it made him almost want to make you upset.

What he was no good at, however, was making you forgive him when you were mad. And you were mad. He couldn't get you to answer your phone or answer your text, and when he figured out that he wasn't blocked, it made it worse. When he showed up at your dorm that you had to yourself most nights, you would let him knock on the door until someone finally came out and shooed him away.

It had been an entire week since he talked to you, which was the longest it had been since your freshman and he asked you for help on his paper. He hadn't kissed you in a week and three days, which is the longest it had been since he couldn't remember when.

It felt oddly like being homesick.

Jack had exhausted each and every resource he had. He had tried talking to your friends who had no idea of what relationship you had, but even they told him that you were in a bad mood. When he tried talking to you after or before class, you were quick to find a crowd and hustle away from him.

Jack was nearing his wit's end until he was sitting on the couch while his roommates were practically writing their next noise complaint while playing a video game.

He got their attention when he stood off the couch quickly, earning several glances.

"What the fuck?" Urban side-eyed his tall friend as Jack snatched his wallet and keys off the counter. "Hey, where you going?"

"Nowhere."

"Can you bring me back a soda?"

"I won't be back tonight." he told him before disappearing towards the foyer, and Urban looked back at their roommates. "He's fucking weird."

Jack arrived at the bookstore just a few blocks off campus and nearly stumbled out of his car as he walked up to the doors. He knew the hours well, he'd spent plenty of nights waiting directly outside. When he went to tug at the doors, he was shocked to find that they were locked. A good two minutes after close.

"Fuck." he huffed.

You were a rule follower, he knew that well, so to have the doors locked up this early meant that you weren't the one locked them. Before he gave up, he caught the familiar sweater you wore on nights like this- muggy with thick, cold air. Just looking at you made him feel a lot warmer than he was.

Startling you with the loud banging against the window, you turned around with wide eyes and dropped the books you were holding before frowning and shaking your head.

"Let me in!" he yelled, knocking on the window to the point where it made the person closing the coffee shop next door yelp. "Sorry, my friend is... she locked me out."

The other didn't say anything as they made their way to their car, leaving Jack to press his forehead to the glass.

"Come on. Let me apologize."

"I don't want your apology." you yelled back, approaching the door with a frown. "So you can go back and tell her how dumb I am."

"I wasn't thinking when I told her all that. I- fuck, I don't know."

"Go home, Jack." you told him, meeting his bleary eyed gaze with a cold one. "I'm done with you."

Jack didn't hesitate before getting to his knees, setting down the bouquet and box of chocolates that you didn't notice he had until it was under the light outside the doors. He looked up at you through the glass with a pitiful frown and his glasses slightly crooked. He hardly ever wore his glasses- to a point where only you and a few other people on campus even knew he wore them.

"Y/N, I'm begging you, please let me in. Let me tell you that I'm an idiot and I don't deserve to have you and that I-"

You startled him when you unlocked the door and furrowed your eyebrows. Your unwavering expression told Jack that you weren't letting him off the hook just yet- that he'd have to earn it with a lot more than some lost puppy act and pretty flowers.

Even though, when he came in and towered over you, you realized that they were your favorite.

When Jack met the warmth of the shop, he couldn't help but stand less than six inches away, his hands practically twitching with the desire to touch your side the way he always did.

"Got you these." he mumbled, and you took the grand bouquet silently.

"Thank you, but I thought you were here to apologize."

"I am. I mean, I just wanted to give you this stuff first."

"Right, but-"

"These chocolates, too. The ones we tried when we were walking that day." you took those ones, but made sure you didn't smile in excitement. "And this book. You said your manager won't order the books and you wanted to read it."

"Alright, thank you. Now, you were supposed to tell me how awful it is to tell the girl you're fucking about how depressing it is to be around the other girl you're fucking."

Jack ducked his head and nodded, licking his lips and stammering. "I don't know how to say sorry for something like that. It's stupid that I did something like that to begin with, but I am sorry. I'm so sorry, Y/N."

"Why would you tell her that in the first place?" you shook your head and Jack shrugged. "Why do you care so much about people knowing that you know me?"

"I don't know. I guess, I just like what we have."

"You like having a secret."

"We fuck! I don't want to air that out." he scoffed, and you shook your head.

You swallowed, maintaining your glare through your hurt. Jack had said many times before that he didn't need anything beyond a friends with benefits situation, so you weren't sure why you expected much more than that from him.

"I don't think it's the worst thing in the world for people to know that we do more than study together - that we hang out, at least, I mean. I like being your friend, Jack, and if I don't feel like I have a friend in you, then I don't want to be around you."

"If you want me to tell people that you're my best friend in the world, Y/N, I will."

"It's not about what I want, it's about why you wouldn't tell people that you know me for more than the girl who's helping you pass philosophy, so you can stay on the soccer team. Why you're ashamed of me."

"I'm not ashamed of you." Jack protested quickly, stepping closer to you and pulling you towards him by your hips when you stepped back, all of his thoughtful gifts falling to the ground.

"I don't care anymore, Jack." you shrugged, trying to ignore how good he smelled or how nice it was to feel him touch you again.

"You don't have to care, I do." he whispered, looking down at you and adjusting his glasses as if nothing over the past ten minutes was more important than seeing you. "I don't know how to apologize for that dumb shit I did, but I'm not going to forget about it if you forgive me. I want you all to myself. I don't want to keep you a secret, Y/N, I want everyone to know that I have the one person they can't. That's really selfish of me, but I don't care."

"It is." you mumbled, feeling lightheaded in his presence. "And I don't forgive you, you'll have to earn my trust all over again, but... I appreciate your apology."

"I don't expect you to forgive me. You shouldn't forgive me, really, but I don't know, Y/N. I'm willing to put in all the work I have to."

"Really?" you egged, your hand sliding to his wrist on your hip.

"I promise you." he whispered, his eyes flicking from your lips to your eyes. "I just want you."

You didn't say anything before you moved your other hand to his neck, scratching the nape of his neck as you encouraged him closer.

"You get one last chance, Harlow."

"That's all I need." he promised, moving his hands from your hips to your ass. "Let me show you."

[jackharloww]

Request: Making Jack laugh when he’s in a bad mood 🤪

Tickles and laughs

Jack had woken up with a lot of missed calls from his management, someone had messed up his schedule, and that led to him having to be out of town for your birthday. You didn't have anything planned but he still didn't want to leave you on your birthday.

That was the reason why he was in a very bad mood and grumpy when you finally woke up. "Good morning baby" You rolled over and put your hands on his chest

"Morning" he mumbled and continued to text furiously on his phone.

"What's up" You fully sat up, noticing he wasn't his usual self.

"Nothing" he answered with a sigh as he put his phone down, throwing his head back and pulling his hands up to rub his face.

"Well it doesn't look like nothing," you said, receiving a look from Jack, "Fine, tell me when you feel like it" you mumbled, knowing he sometimes needed time to process things before talking about it. In the meantime, you got up to make the two of you breakfast.

"Jack, breakfast is ready" you yelled out for him as you plated the sandwiches you had made the both of you.

"I'm here" he chuckled from behind you, making you jump.

"Oh, you scared me" you giggled, receiving a small smile from him but nothing more than that. Jack was clearly still in a bad mood, but you didn't push it, instead, you handed him his plate and the both of you walked to the living room to watch your series as you ate.

As a way to try and make him laugh, you poked his side, knowing how ticklish he was. He jumped a bit before shaking his head, looking at you. "Stop" he raised his eyebrows with a smile on his face

"You're annoying" you simply said and took a bite from your sandwich. He grabbed your plate and put it down on the table and then he brought you closer to him, "I love you too" he chuckled before kissing you on your head.

"Yeah yeah" you muttered but stayed in his embrace, continuing to watch the series.

After about half an hour, Jack's phone buzzed multiple times making him pick it up to read the messages, this time he didn't bother answering any of them, he just threw it to the side with a sigh.

"Okay there's clearly something bothering you" You gave up waiting for him to tell you

"I'm trying to figure it out" he sighed running his fingers through his hair.

"Well let me help you figure it out" You sat up straight and turned around to look at him better.

"Come on, I don't like seeing you like this" you groaned, "let me at least see that beautiful smile of yours?" you said, and Jack gave you a small smile.

"no, not that smile - a big one, teeth and all that stuff" you giggled and leaned forward to tickle him again.

"Okay fine fine" he laughed and tried to take away your hands, but you didn't give up, instead you straddled him and continued to tickle him, hearing his beautiful laugh.

"I'll tell you, just stop" he was getting out of breath now, the both of you laughing loudly. You stopped tickling him and went to sit down next to him on the couch, but he put his hands on your hips making you stay in that position.

He pulled you closer and embraced you for a few seconds, putting his head on your chest. You hugged him tighter and played with his hair. After a few seconds he looked up at you, his hands still around your waist, "Chris booked in an appearance on your birthday weekend" he said with a big sigh, and you could really tell how sorry he was.

"I'm trying to fix it, but they say it's nothing I can do," he said, "They make me so angry" he continued, waiting for you to say something, and when you got a smile on your face he furrowed his eyebrows, not understanding your reaction.

"You could have just said so silly" you giggled, putting your hands on either side of his face, "I can come with you" you suggested.

"Are you sure?" he looked at you surprised

"Why wouldn't I be? I don't care where we are or what we do, I just want to be with you" you said and leaned in to give him a passionate kiss.

"I love you so damn much," he said as he backed away for a second, before going in for more kisses.

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Just a small little blurb <3

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[middlechild404]

Flying over the Atlantic

Alone. 

Five letters 

Three vowels. 

A word that describes a  physical state where you are physically by yourself. 

A word that I wouldn't use to describe myself. 

Lonely.

Six letters.

Two vowels. 

A word that describes an emotional state where you feel disconnected from others. 

A word that I would use to describe myself. 

But, all it would take to make me stop is to book a flight from Los Angeles to London and sit next to an enlightening man 35000 feet in the air. 

Statistics show that there is a 2% chance to find love on a plane. My chances were very low. Thankfully, the odds were in my favor. 

I loved to travel. It was a way for me to take a break from life and reset my energy. But, I didn't like sitting next to someone for the next 11 hours who would be shaking his gigantic leg the entire flight. 

This man was so big that my seat that was attached to his was shaking too. I was trying to concentrate on my book, but my tired eyes and the shaking made it impossible. 

In my head, I was cursing at him and making him stop. However, I was never the confrontational type. I always took the high road. Hence, I kept my mouth shut and kept trying to read my book. 

His leg finally stopped shaking. But before I could have some satisfaction he spread his legs wide enough for one of them to touch my leg. He was in my space. I hated it when people were in my space. He didn't move. I didn't move. I felt this burning sensation of discomfort where his leg was touching mine. This time I couldn't keep my mouth shut. 

“Sir?” I said loud enough for him to hear me. 

He didn't budge. He didn't even turn to look at me. Therefore, I managed to nudge him with my leg which got his attention, as he turned to face me. One could barely see his face with the cap and sunglasses. 

“Sir?” I said again with more aggression in my tone while I was burning holes in his leg with my eyes. 

He kept quiet and stared at me for a second. Then, he moved around in his chair to find a comfortable position. 

I only got to read one page from my book before he gave up on shuffling around in his seat. 

“Sorry mam, but there is literally no place for my legs to go, and I can't find a comfortable position to sit in for the next 11 hours.” He said apologetically. 

I don't know where my courage or rudeness came from, but I managed to let words I would've never said slip my mouth. “Well, maybe you should've gotten yourself in first class.” 

He thought I was a bitch. I thought I was a bitch. We were both shocked at my remark. 

“I am so sorry, I didn't mean..I am so sorry. I don't know what got into me. I'm not usually like this. I think I'm getting my period soon. Sorry again, that was too much information. I talk too much...  ” I kept apologizing and scrambling for words, while a smile grew on his face. 

“I tried” He managed to slip between my endless rambling with a chuckle. 

I fell silent, looking at him to continue. 

“I booked last minute and it was fully booked, so I had to get bumped here.” He said with a shrug. 

“Sorry that you had to be stuck in these trashy seats then.” I said, waving around the area where his legs were. 

“No need to be sorry, this place is less trashy now that I have a beautiful girl to keep me company for the rest of the flight.” He said charmingly. 

A blush grew on my entire face. I'm pretty sure I turned into a tomato, earning me another chuckle. I was speechless. I was never good at receiving compliments. Hence, why I only gave him a nod and kept reading my book. Although, I could still feel his eyes on me. 

“Oliver Twist huh, you don't see many people walking around with that book in their hands these days.” He pointed out, drawing my attention from the book I've read too many times. 

“Yeah well, Charles Dickens just hits different” I answered. 

“I would've pegged you more of a Colleen Hoover fan than someone that many in our generation feel is outdated.” He stated. 

“well I am a Colleen Hoover fan, but it's completely idiotic to claim that Charles Dickens is outdated.” I said.

We fell silent again, while simply staring at each other. “Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never to have had it?” He blurted, quoting Charles Dickens from his book Our Mutual Friend.

“Are you a Charles Dickens fan too?” I asked curiously. 

“Yep, see we have something in common. We should probably just skip to our wedding.” He joked. 

He stretched out his hand for me to shake while introducing himself. “I am Jack Harlow.” I introduced myself hesitantly, knowing that I recognized his name. 

“Ahh, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He flirted.

This time I managed to get a word out, but unfortunately, the tomato issue was still in need of work. “Charming”. 

“I wouldn't have thought that a famous rapper like you would take an interest in Charles Dickens.” I teased. 

He simply laughed as he looked around making sure that nobody heard the famous rapper part. When he noticed that the coast was clear he took off his glasses, revealing the most beautiful ocean eyes. People say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and his soul was drawing me in. If I had looked a bit longer, I would've drowned. 

I cleared my throat, taking myself out of my trance just in time to hear his question. “So what would your answer be to the quote I said before?”

“Wow, you just jump into the deep questions, don't you? People usually start with what are your hobbies.” I stated jokingly. Earning another chuckle. 

“Anyway to answer your question, I would've chosen to have had a good thing and lost it. Isn't that what life is all about? I mean everything you go through ends up shaping you as a person, and the more you go through, the more you learn about yourself.” I added. 

He nodded approvingly at my answer. 

“I knew I liked you, how about we skip to just having children by now.” He reasoned with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

I playfully hit his arm and from there our conversation flowed. It's so interesting finding a stranger that you feel you've known your whole life. 

He was just perfect, the more we talked the more I could feel those walls I had all those years crumble and fall to the ground. For the first time in forever, I felt like someone got me. He listened and paused before giving his thoughtful opinion. At this point, we knew everything about each other. Nine hours had managed to fly by, as we were talking for what only felt like an hour. 

“So what are your plans here Mr. Harlow, are you going to London for business or pleasure?” I pondered with a playful tone. 

“I was initially here for business but if I get to spend some time with you it will be both.” He answered with a smirk. 

“Then we better make sure that you have some pleasure, it would be a shame to travel all this way only for business” I answered with my newly found confidence. 

We resumed our talks about everything and nothing. We even threw in weird questions every now and then like “If your parachute were to fail, would you rather land on solid ground or in water?” or “Would you rather be a kangaroo or a koala?”. 

Before we knew it, we had landed safely and were already moving to the baggage claim. He was such a gentleman, insisting on carrying my things and picking up my very heavy bag from the baggage carousel. 

We stood at the exit and exchanged numbers to keep in touch. 

“How about we meet at this location at 8 pm?” He asked while pointing at his phone. 

“At eight?!? That's in an hour!” I exclaimed, knowing that I would never make it in time. 

“Aaand?? You will make it. I'm sure of it. If you want, we can make it interesting.” He said with a mischievous grin. 

I nodded hesitantly, wanting to know what he had in mind. 

“How about we strike a deal? If you get late then you lose and have to do whatever I want to do for the rest of the evening, and if you win and get there in time then I'll have to do whatever you want for the rest of the evening. This will surely motivate you more to come on time.” He explained. 

“Okay, fine” I said intrigued. “Let's seal the deal for this challenge.” I continued as I stretched my hand for him to shake. 

Instead, he pulled me in by my hand as his lips crashed on mine. I couldn't help myself from threading my fingers through his curls as he kept pulling me impossibly closer to him. The butterflies in my stomach were getting crazier by the second. 

Once we pulled apart completely breathless he managed to say “Now that's how you seal a deal.”

He quickly looked at the time, reminding me that time was ticking. He started backing away to one of the taxis as I was doing the same. 

Before he hopped in the cab, he shouted “Best believe I'm going to win this!”

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Hiiiyaaa lovies, know it's been a while. Many of you have been asking me if I still write and I do. It just takes me some time to post because I've been very uninspired lately, and I don't want to post anything I'm not satisfied with. Buuuuttt, watched a movie yesterday that was called Love at first sight, and it just got the ideas flowing. Plus I wanted to post something on my bday. Hope you like it and stay tuned for more🥰🥰

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[halfmoondaze]

The Only Thing

author's note: the events of this fic takes place way before her first day of school (at this point she was only a 2 year old, which was around the same age she was on the fic "Do it For Her")

It was a beautiful spring day and Jack was making the most out of the weather as he sat in the garden working on some emails while he watched Aitana who was playing.

At one point she would stop herself and turn to Jack.

“Hi Daddy”

“Hi Aitana” he looked up from the computer screen and smile at her.

“I love you daddy”

“Love you too sweetheart” he smiled at her.

She giggled to herself and went back to playing.

This is something she would do every 10 minutes. And he never got tired of it.

Suddenly as she was running around with her toys she heard a click and she flinched in panic and started hyperventilating.

Jack who became concerned at the sudden silence, looked up from his laptop and saw Aitana with her back facing him as she remained very still. Sensing something wasn’t right, he walked over to her and realized she was having a panic attack.

“Hey, hey, you’re alright?”

Aitana wasn’t responding and kept hyperventilating.

“I need you to relax, ok?” he said in a calm tone.

“Honey honey, just breath”

He started breathing in and out for her to mirror his actions.

“In and out”

She started breathing in and out but at a fast pace.

“slow slow”

“It’s not working I can’t” she said with teary eyes.

“Ok, let’s do it together”

He took a deep breath. “In”

Then he held it in for five seconds and then breathed out.

“And out”

They did it three times and her breathing pattern gradually went back to normal.

“There you go” he said whipping away her tears. “Are you ok?”

She nodded in response.

“Do you wanna go back inside?”

She nodded.

He picked her up and walked inside the house. But before he could enter, he looked to the window, and that’s when he heard the rustling coming from the trees. That’s when realized there were a few paparazzi hiding at the limits of their property to get a picture of them.

Later in the evening, Y/N arrived back home after spending almost all day running errands.

Jack smiled at you as you walked through the front door.

“Hey baby”

“Hey” Y/N kissed him. “Is something wrong?”

She was quick to pick on his mood.

He sighed. “It’s Aitana….she had a panic attack”

“What? What happened?”

“I was getting some work done in the garden while she was playing around. And I don’t know…..I didn’t realize there were paparazzi at the limits of the lot, and I….”

“Hey, hey, it's ok. It’s not your fault” Y/N walked over to him and hugged him.

“I think since that day at the airport, she’s been struggling, and I hate seeing her like this”

“I know, we can get a professional opinion”

Following that incident, Jack and Y/N put all the focus on Aitana and seek for professional help and that’s when they realized she had developed PTSD from the previous experience in the airport, as well as audio hallucinations and paranoia.

It felt like a low blow for Y/N and Jack, but they decided to put their personal feelings aside and be there for her. It wasn’t easy at all but they had each other and that was the only thing that mattered.

[harlowsthetic]

Missing Anniversary.

Featuring. Jack Harlow x Fem! Wife! Reader.

Anonymous Request. Can you write a jack fic where he misses an important date like anniversary or something so a little angsty that turns into fluff.

Summary. Jack misses an anniversary and you’re upset.

General Tags. Angst and Fluff.

Content Warnings. Crying that's it.

Word Count. 809.

Notes. Anon, I hope I did your request justice, I'm so nervous, this is my first fic that's out on this acc and I really wish I did good, please go easy on me. If you'd like to be tagged when future works are out, you can fill out that taglist form.

Extra. Requests are open, please read my rules beforehand! / Comments, likes, and reblogs are highly appreciated but not pressured.

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When Jack came home, you were sitting on the couch strolling through your Instagram not even throwing a glance his way. He walks in and smiles when he sees you. “Hey babe, it was a good day at the studio, got a lot done but I missed you though.” He said with a huge smile on his face as he walked up to you going to kiss your lips but you moved your head slightly so that his lips met your cheek. 

“What was that?” He questioned but you just ignored him and kept scrolling through your phone. You were pissed and you had every right to be, today was your wedding anniversary and you thought to make it special by cooking his favorite food and setting up his favorite lingerie that he could take off of you later but he forgot. You tried giving him the benefit of the doubt like maybe his phone stopped working but he texted you earlier asking you to send a picture of the cologne he regularly used.

You knew he would be busy with his album, and you were fine with that, you supported him every step of the way but you never expected him to forget an important day like this, you treasured this day so much, the day you married your high school sweetheart so him forgetting made you feel hurt, you’d have been happy if he just sent a text, it was the thought that count.

“So you not gon tell me why you’re acting weird?” Jack was getting quite annoyed at being ignored especially when he came home early to be with you since he missed you throughout the day, you were the only thing on his mind when he was at the studio so for you to be acting this way towards him was crazy. You simply rolled your eyes and got up and walked past him, bumping his shoulder as you walked to the dining table and picked up the plates of food that were now cold, and made your way to the kitchen to wrap them with saran wrap. 

Jack wondered what he could’ve done to make you this mad at him but he came up empty. What he did know was he wasn’t going to let you go to bed angry. “Babe, please tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it,” he spoke softly as he walked into the kitchen, watching you put the food in the fridge. You ignored him again and were about to make your way to the bedroom but Jack immediately got in front of you, stopping you from taking another step. “Nuh-uh, you know we don’t do silent treatment and no going to sleep angry at each other,” he says as he looks down at you. 

“Jackman move out of my way,” you said as you got annoyed with him being in your presence, not wanting to look into his eyes knowing if you do, you would give in like you always did. Jack was surprised by the use of his first name since you always called him ‘babe’ or ‘baby’. “Not until you tell me what's going on.” 

“Do you know what today is? Why don’t you check the date!” You yelled as you stepped back putting some distance between you and him. You watched him pull out his phone with a quizzical look on his face and when he sees the date, you turn your back towards him not wanting to make eye contact since you might start crying at any moment. “Baby… I’m so sorry, I thought it was tomorrow, I swear I have everything planned,” you stayed silent and he came closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him and that’s all it took for the tears to roll down your cheeks and he started rocking you back and forth.

“You know I love you right?” He says soothingly as he starts tracing shapes on your stomach, you nod your head silently and lean more into his touch. “I promise you, I thought the 25th was tomorrow and had everything ready for us to celebrate,” 

“It wouldn’t hurt you to start checking your calendar on your phone,” your response makes him chuckle. “Yes, I’ll be more up to date from now on, can we start over our anniversary for tomorrow, trust me you gon love what I have planned.” 

You turn around in his arms and look into his blue eyes. “Yes we can, I’m sorry I was mean to you,” he shakes his head. “Don’t apologize, I deserved it, I love you,” he rubs your arm a bit. “I love you too, babe,” he connects his lips with yours, holding you close to him not letting you go, come tomorrow he will make it all up to you.

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[lilminchii]

I wanna kiss you, Jack Harlow

Husband Jack🫶

“Hi,” Jack laughed, as Y/n stared at him. “Hi,” she grinned. She moved to sit on his lap, leaning her head on his chest. “Are you alright?” He questioned, rubbing her side. “I wanna kiss you,” she smiled as he made a confused face at her. “Then kiss-” he got cut off by her pressing her lips on his. She switched positions, so she was straddling him. “Sweetheart, are you drunk?” He asked, pulling away from her, as she nodded, small giggles leaving her lips. “We’re not gonna do anything tonight, okay?” He cupped her cheek as she frowned. “But I trust you, and you’re my husband.” She poked his chest, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. “I know, but I want you to be aware of everything.” He moved so he was laying down with her on top of him. “You’re mean,” she pouted, pressing a kiss to his neck as he laughed. “Yeah, I’m horrible,” he jokingly replied. She tiredly agreed with him, her eyes feeling heavier than they did two minutes ago. “Do you wanna get changed before you sleep?” He asked as she let out a small laugh. “You wanna see me naked, Harlow?” She teased as he laughed. “Shut up and let me help you.”

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