#vanwritesfan-fiction

[earthtoharlow]

Maryse doesn’t love one of Jacks new songs but doesn’t know how to tell him because she doesn’t want to hurt his feelings 😔

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Jack and Maryse were the only ones left in the studio as Nickie Jon had left hours ago. Jack was working on a new track and he wanted to get Maryse’s opinion on it because in his head, hers was the only one that mattered.

Jack was biting his nails nervously as he watched her listen to the song. For once he couldn’t get a reading out of her.

As the last notes faded away, the silence in the studio was very loud. Jack searched for any sign of approval but Maryse's expression was blank and she was avoiding his gaze.

He could sense something was wrong. “What do you think, babe?” he asked, his voice laced with uncertainty.

Maryse hesitated, trying to search for the right words. “It’s…different,” she finally said, her tone carefully neutral.

Jack frowned. Different wasn’t the reaction he was hoping for. “Different how?” he pressed, wanting her to explain further.

She shifted uncomfortably, struggling to articulate her thoughts without hurting him. “Well, it’s just…not what I expected,” Maryse replied softly, choosing her words with care.

“You hate it.” Jack said with a pout and turned in his chair towards the soundboard.

Maryse got up from her seat on the coach and climbed onto his lap. “No baby, I don't hate it. I just think you should rework it. The beat sounds good..” She tried to explain.

Jack just groaned, sliding his hands up her sweatshirt that she most likely stole from him and laid his head in her chest.

“Well, maybe it’ll grow on you,” he mumbled, loudly enough so she could hear him.

Maryse shook her head slightly. “Maybe? But I don’t think “I bet Lil Nas X would fuck me if I let him” will ever grow on me babe.”

Jack couldn’t help but look at Maryse and laugh before pulling her closer and pressing a kiss to her lips.

“It’s okay to admit you’re jealous.”

Maryse laughed and rolled her eyes at him. “In your fucking dreams, white boy!”

She jumped in his lap and squealed when Jack pinched her sides in response.

[neon-lights-and-glitter]

Cute theme! I love the dark red ☺️

Thank you!!!

[kaylasficrecs]

joe burrow recs

dedicated | drabble, fluff | @joeybsversion

the prettiest | drabble, fluff | @lushlovers

surprise | imagine, fluff | @luvu2themoonand2saturn

sweet nothing | imagine, flangst | @baurbiediv

flood gates | imagine, comfort flangst | @yelenasbraid

sniffle prevention | imagine, fluff | @joesheistyy

pretty girl | drabble, fluff | deactivated blog

burnout | imagine, comfort flangst | @yelenasbraid

afterglow | one shot, flangst (more angst) | @betterthanburrow

nobody gets me | imagine, flangst | @joesheistyy

who's cutting onions | drabble, fluff (brief angst) | @lushlovers

rubbing your partner's back | drabble, fluff | @brrbrina

mother hen | imagine, fluff | @luvu2themoonand2saturn

say yes | one shot, flangst | @dear-bunnyboo

babysitting | imagine, fluff | @yelenasbraid

sleeping beauty | imagine, fluff | @dear-bunnyboo

e. r. visits | imagine, flangst | @glitter-vamp

forever and always | imagine, fluff (brief angst) | @burreaux-drys

exclusively | drabble, flangst | @joeybsversion

super bowl blues | imagine, flangst | @luvu2themoonand2saturn

i love you | imagine, fluff | @fleurrics

one too many | imagine, fluff | @luvu2themoonand2saturn

if you let me | series | @vanwritesfan-fiction

mamas | imagine, soft fluff | @dear-bunnyboo

amethyst | imagine, flangst (comfort!) | @betterthanburrow

boze babe | imagine, fluff | @joeys-babe

don't give up on me | imagine, flangst | @joeys-babe

show her off | one shot, fluff | @blueemoon4

lie down with me | imagine, fluff | @blueemoon4

surprise | imagine, fluff | @fleurrics

by the beach | imagine, fluff | @blueemoon4

birthday kisses | one shot, fluff | @starsinthesky5

[harlowcomehome]

Made for me:

A/N: Please listen to Made for me by Muni Long as you read! That’s the song they are singing, lyrics are in bold! Thank you to @vanwritesfan-fiction for the request and for helping me with some of it!!

You sat beside Jack, with your knees facing him. You watched as he swirled his wine glass around babying the last few drops of it, his plump lips stained red from sipping on the lukewarm wine all night.

“What?” A big toothy smile spread across his face, as he made eye contact with you. His heart obnoxiously thumping in his chest as he admired the dress you had on.

“Just appreciating how handsome my man looks” you smiled, leaning into him, your knees touching. You carefully wiped his lips as best as you could with a napkin, making him let out a raspy chuckle.

He felt his cheeks growing warm, his hands clammy. Even after all the time together, you had a power over him that he couldn’t fight and honestly didn’t want to.

The opening chimes of a slow song started to play, both of you letting out audible “awwws” as your shoulders dropped.

“We have to!” You poked your bottom lip out, pouting and knowing just how much he hated slow dancing in front of other people.

“Only because I love this song” he playfully rolled his eyes, standing up and straightening his pant legs before taking hold of your hands and guiding you to the dance floor.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, struggling at the height difference as he wrapped his longer freckled arms around your curvy torso. His watch was cold on your open back, making you jump slightly.

“Can you believe that someday this will be us?” Jack smirked, knowing the topic of marriage had been heavily on both of your minds.

You felt the blush creeping up your neck, knowing how badly you wanted that.

“This moment is surreal”, you sang as you scooted in closer to him. You could feel your heart beating out of your chest, your fingers and toes tingling with excitement and nervousness. Jack looked at you, his deep sapphire blue eyes glimmering in the lights, and for a second, it was as if you’d forgotten how to breathe, how to function, as he looked at you with so much love and admiration, your breath hitching in your chest. He smiled at you, and suddenly, breathing seemed like the least important thing in the world.

His touch brought you back to reality.

“I can’t put into words how I feel”, he continued, his gaze never leaving yours as the both of you sang the words together following that.

“I didn’t know you had pipes like that Mr. Harlow” you teased as you gradually started holding hands while you continued to dance with one another, less formally now.

“You’ve been to the shows, don’t play with me like that” he let out a boisterous laugh that made his chest shake.

“NOBODY KNOWS ME LIKE YOU DO! NOBODY GUNNA LOVE ME QUIET LIKE YOU!” You both shouted as if you were the only two on the dance floor now, in that moment you were.

He put two hands on your face gently, pulling your face closer to his, your lips pressed together so hard, that not a single breath escaped you.

He pulled away, breathless, his eyes still focused on your glistening lips.

All eyes were on the two of you but neither one of you cared enough to notice.

“You were made for me” both of you sang to one another between shared giggles.

It was then that Jack realized the copious amount of eyes on both of you, stopping to look around the room.

“I forget other people are around when I’m with you” he scrunched his brow, giving you a subtle smile.

“Follow me.”

He led you off the dance floor and into the hallway, taking your hand as you continued humming the remainder of the song.

You didn’t question him, knowing he was trying to make a private moment.

“Do you know that I really feel that way? That you were made for me?” His tone was serious and he wore a lopsided grin.

“Oh, do you?” You grabbed him by the tie to pull him closer.

“I do.”

He reached into his jacket pocket taking a ring box out, his hands trembled as he held it, he knew you’d say yes but the thought still crossed his mind.

You were frozen still, your eyes glistening with tears. The moment you had always dreamed of was finally happening.

He got down on one knee, maintaining eye contact.

“Will you marry me?”

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

The Five Naughty New Years

A collab between @vanwritesfan-fiction and @w1ldthoughts

A series that follows Jack and the readers relationship through five years of celebrating New Years together in the naughtiest ways.

Year One

Warnings: smut, language, dom x sub relationship

Written by @w1ldthoughts

The holidays are supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year. The food, the quality time spent with family and a tree with lights illuminating the room. But here you were with none of those things.

You were stuck in a hotel room in Boston with your boyfriend of four months, with no flight home in sight. “Are you sure? There’s nothing else you can do?” Jack paced around the room in front of you, burning holes in the presidential suite floor. You would’ve laughed at his distress had the task at hand not been serious. You’d never spent this time away from your family…until now.

“I’m so sorry babe. They said the best they can do is to get us out of here on January 2nd.” He hated disappointing people, most of all you. Even if it was completely out of his control.

You stood up to place your hands on his shoulders with a soft smile. “Jack, there are worse things in the world than being stuck in this bougie ass hotel with you. Let’s just order room service and watch Home Alone.” He nodded simply, leaning down to give you a soft kiss on the lips. With another deep sigh he headed to the bathroom to change and probably have a little moment to cool off after being told “no” over the phone.

It still amazed you that he practically had the world at his fingertips with just a phone call, so you silently laughed to yourself when your control freak of a partner couldn’t live his life according to plan.

His curly head of hair moved out of the bathroom, clad in a simple white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. The look was so simple yet you found yourself clenching your thighs together while waiting for him to join you in bed. But then you thought about the simple fact that you and Jack hadn’t gone there yet. It wasn’t like you were a virgin by any means, but you also weren’t as well traveled as Jack, meaning that you didn’t retire all of your hoes in different area codes in order to be in a committed relationship.

And of course you trusted him with your life, and your body, but there was some part of you deep down that didn’t want this experience to be a disappointment for him. You couldn’t help but to overthink the situation, would he like you less after having sex and rethink everything about dating you? But the more time passed and the more time you had to marinate on it, the more nervous you got about addressing the elephant in the room. So you just tried to focus on Kevin and his neglectful ass family.

As much as you tried to focus on the film, and you did, your inner thoughts ran rampant. You thought about how good it would feel to just let yourself go and truly be taken care of. And another part of you just wanted him to wrap his hands around your throat and call you every name under the sun, marking you as his.

“What’s on your mind, baby?” He broke you out of your trance with a hand on your thigh, the man had impeccable timing. “I’m—just thinking. About what my family is doing right now.” You lied through your teeth, still staring at his hand on you. “They’re probably microwaving leftovers or something right now.”

He laughed a little, rubbing gentle circles on your skin, running his hand up your leg ever so slightly, moving his head down right by your ear as he whispered, “right, right your family…or maybe, you were thinking about…something else?”

“Jack I—I wasn’t.”

“You weren’t what, baby. You weren’t thinking about me, taking off your clothes and having my way with you?” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you closed your eyes, the two of you having completely forgotten the movie. “Okay, um…maybe I was. Maybe that’s all I’ve been thinking about.” You clench your thighs with a sigh, “I want you to fuck me, please.”

“That’s what I thought,” he said with a content hum, “but you’ll let me know if we need to stop at any point, okay? You just say the word and we don’t go any further.” He lifts his head up with a smirk, admiring you like he was trying to memorize every detail of your face.

Jack’s lips were on yours instantly, his poise and composure during the embrace had your body trembling with excitement and anticipation. The gentle but purposeful descent of his kisses had your back arching and molding into his touch. He carefully slid your shorts and underwear off, thoroughly pleased at the wetness between your legs that welcomed him. His hands were warm, but you were still covered in goosebumps.

“Get on your knees.” He growled and you immediately obliged, turning around and presenting yourself to him. Jack groaned as he bottomed out into you, while you buried your face into a pillow. Each time your hips connected he praised how well you were taking him, calling you his as he thrusted deeper and deeper every time. “Fuck Jack, that feels so good, please don’t—don’t stop.” You could barely get the words out, feeling his length engulfed in your slit.

You yelped as he pulled out to flip you over, drawing out a moan from you as his strokes continued effortlessly. One of his hands was anchored to your wrist and the other firmly around your throat.

“God, you’re taking me so well. I’m gonna cum, fuck.” He releases a breath, controlling your arms and legs while fucking into you, steadying your body as you threw yourself around, losing yourself in your ethereal orgasm.

He held you in his arms in the bathtub after washing yourselves off and basking in the joy of the moment. “If you think that was something, you just wait and see what I have in store for you.” He whispered with a smile, kissing the side of your head.

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[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : One Tree Harlow

A/N : Was scrolling through TT and seen lots of edits of my favorite series lol so this is purely for my entertainment.

“So wait, they hate each other but are brothers?”

You sigh and nod, “Half brothers.”

Jack hums, “And they’re best friends but dated the same guy?”

“Technically, she dated him first. But he belongs to the streets.”

“And she was his tutor, best friends with his brother who hated each other at one point?”

You sign again, “Jackman can we just watch without you asking questions ?”

“I want to know the plot about it all.” He reaches for the remote. “Let’s watch from the beginning, yeah?”

You instantly glare at him, “You’re lucky I love this show and I’m down to watch it as many times.”

He nods, “Alright, I want to see why you’re always been team Brooke.”

*************

“HE DIED? HE DIED? TELL ME THIS IS A JOKE. How is Lucas going to live through that?” Jack exclaims, pausing the tv.

“I know, I cry everytime.”

He raises his eyebrows, “Babe, you cry almost during every sad scene. You’ve watched this show so many times.”

“And what about it?”

He laughs, “Nothing pretty girl.”

You gasp, “Don’t you Lucas Scott me right now.”

“What would you rather me be more like Nathan for you?”

You smile, “I do love him more than Lucas.”

“Hmm.”

You smirk and get up from your spot, and go to straddle him. “But, I love me some Jackman Thomas Harlow even more.”

His smile and blush is instant. Even after all these years, you’re happy that you can still make him blush, as he does to you as well.

“We should do a show.” He smirks.

“Ohh?” You raise your eyebrows. “What kind of show?”

He squeezes your ass. “Call it One Tree Harlow.”

You laugh right away at the sound of that. “Baby, that doesn’t sound appealing.”

“Yeah, it sounded better in my head.”

You peck his lips, and brush his curls back. “Let’s continue watching and maybe you’ll get better ideas and catch phrases.”

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TAG LIST

@heavyhitterheaux @harlowsbby @arination99 @cmalass @jackharloww @minkookie95 @deannaard @harlowcomehome @fdl305 @httpkoylinnn @xoxokiaraaxoxo @hoodharlow @automaticpeachsong @amethyst09 @aliciacat20 @allyson15 @gabbylovesreading @stefansalvatoresgf @violetdreamsworld @carma-fanficaddict @jasminxts @itsaaliyah2 @itsyagirljaz @harrycanyonmoonn @neon-lights-and-glitter @awhore4moree @toocriticalharlow @thefemalestorywriter @lightsoutstyles @violetslays818 @fantasywritersstuff @vanwritesfan-fiction

[joeys-babe]

No rush or anything. Do you have any fics of Joe that you could recommend for me to read???

P.S. you are my hero ❤️

Ohhhhh my gosh, there are so many Joe fic’s on here that I love, but I'll pick my top few.

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chemtrails - @emmyblues - fluff & angst kinda

show her off - @emmyblues - fluff & some sexual tension

i wanna be yours - @ririglow - fluff, smut & angst

where you belong - @ririglow - smut & flangst

where you belong (part 2) - @ririglow - smut & flangst

Intention - @vanwritesfan-fiction - smut & flangst

I'm all yours - @jordyn14 - smut & flangst

The One: IG Live - @dear-bunnyboo - fluff

Sun-Kissed - @burrow-ix - fluff & smut

Sun-Kissed (part 2) - @burrow-ix - fluff & smut

Contract - @joeybsversion - fluff

Down Bad - @starsinthesky5 - fluff & smut

That Damn Hat - @balanceingrace - fluff & smut

Lovers and Friends - @balanceingrace - fluff & smut

Sick Day - @mamaestapa - major fluff

Forever and Always - @mamaestapa - fluff

Welcome to the Jungle (Series) - @mamaestapa

Everything @tigertales9 has ever written.

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I'm going to continue to add to this as time goes on and more fics are posted, but here you go!!!

[neverlookatthisblog]

Uh oh

Request by @vanwritesfan-fiction

Summery: y/n is gone on vacation while Jack stays back with the kids they get into some trouble and Jack has to figure out a way to fix it

You were on vacation with your girlfriends while Jack stayed back with the kids

Before you left you and him talked about the kids

“You sure you can handle it” you said

“Yes of course I’ve got this what makes you think I can’t handle my own kids” he said making you put your hands up in defense

“I’m just saying cause you know I take care of the big stuff”

“What do you mean”

“You know what I mean when the kids get in trouble who is usually the one to discipline them??”

“Oh no they’ll gonna be fine” he said

“Alright well I have to go now the girls are waiting”you said

Calling for the kids so they can say bye to you

“Mommy when you get back can you take me to get some new clothes” Mae said making Jack look back

“Mae we literally could go to the store right now if we wanted why are you asking your mom” he said making Mae roll her eyes

“Alright my babies I’ll see you in a week” you said grabbing your stuff walking out the door they all waved at you watching you get in the car with your friends and drive off

-

It was Thursday evening Jack had feed the kids he was cleaning the table when he heard rumbling going on up stairs he was a bit confused

He walked up stairs seen what was going on in the room seeing his 4 kids doing god knows what

“What are yall doing up here” they all turned to him as if they had done something

“What why are yall just standing like that” he said coming close they all slowly moved around the small table not letting Jack see what was going on

“Can yall move so I can see what happened” jack crossed his arms they all slowly moved away from the small table in clear vision Jack saw your favorite

Vase Broke in shambles

“How the he- what happened how did yall break this” he said

“We were all playing around me and Ruth were playing tug of war and she accidentally bumped into the table and broke it” Jane said making he stress

“Daddy I had nothing to do with this they did it all on there own” Mae said making all kids look at her

“Well it doesn’t matter because we need to fix this now before your mom gets home tomorrow” they all nodded

-

You guys spent time at the store looking for similar or even just the same vase as the one you had starting to feel hopeless Jack tried his best to look for the right one he heard his phone ding

It was a text from you saying that you’d be home soon

Jack panicked looking around the kids noticed this frantic reaction



“What’s wrong dad” Ruth asked

“Your mom is gonna be home soon we gotta hurry up” they all panicked looking around and so they did they eventually found a vase it wasn’t the exact one but it was similar

Driving home as fast as Jack could once he got home he put all the broken pieces in the trash fixing the vase

“Do you think mom’s gonna notice” Ryder asked

“Nah she won’t notice a thing” that’s what Jack thought of course try to make the kids feel better

You arrived home walking into the house it looked a mess

You sighed

All the kids and Jack ran out to greet you

“Mommy I missed” Mae said hugging on to her

“We all missed you” Jack said as the all hugged her

“Alright what’s going on” you said they all looked at each other

“Nothing babe we just miss you” Jack said you believed that they missed you but something was a bit off

“Okay well I’m gonna go shower did you guys already eat” you asked

“No dad been starving us” Jane joked

“No I have not you guys just had pasta” he said

“Daddy doesn’t know how to cook mom” Mae said

“Oh I know Mae bae” you said making Jack give you a glare you didn’t notice because you walking up stairs but immediately came down

“What happened” they all looked

“What happened to my vase” you said

“What do you mean it’s there” Jack said

“No no no something’s off about it” you sucked your teeth

You breathed

“ alright everyone on the couch now” you said they all knew what was going to happen

They all walked to the couch sitting next to each other

“Why are you so close to me move” Mae pushed Ryder

“Mae”Jack said making her look at him

“We do not push in this household and you know that” she apologized to Ryder crossing her arms

“Does anyone wanna tell me what happened while I was gone” you said feeling like a teacher with bad kids

“No because nothing happened” Jack said trying to convince you that nothing happened

“So nothing happened no going to the park no watching cool movies” before anyone could say anything Mae had something to say

“Jane and Ruth broke the vase that you love on accident so we had to go out and daddy had to buy a new one” she said making all of them groan

“Mae!!!” They all said including Jack

“Sorry guys I couldn’t keep it in any longer” she said putting on a sweet smile

“So that’s what this is all about” you said

“Don’t be mad” Jack said making you shake your head

“ no it’s all good” you knew you weren’t happy at all about it but it was an accident you couldn’t really be mad at them for it

“Since I’m home now I’ll cook you guys my famous dinner” they all screamed in excitement

“Aye you guys didn’t like my meal or what” he asked

They all shook there heads “you can’t cook” Mae said making Jack roll his eyes at her while waiting for the food the kids all did there own things while waiting for you to get done and Jack won’t leave you alone

[w1ldthoughts]

Show Me How

Requested by my love @vanwritesfan-fiction hope it’s everything you asked for and more!

Disclaimer: this is a work of FICTION, the characters are fictionalized versions of real life situations and real people. It’s all based on my imagination.

Masterlist

There isn’t really an exact moment that you noticed it. But you couldn’t help yourself, over analyzing every situation was kind of your thing. And you knew better than to get attached anyway, yet here you were contemplating every decision that brought you here.

Exactly four months ago, you and your friends went to The Capital Grille to celebrate a friend’s birthday. Sometime between the entree and dessert, you saw him for the first time. He was sitting on the other side of the restaurant with some guys, who you now knew were his teammates. You caught a glimpse of him on your way back to your table after your friend Gabi asked you to go to the bathroom with her. She was so busy talking your ear off about her boyfriend’s new job to notice that you were somewhere else completely. The second you caught his eyes, you were screwed. He looked so normal and relaxed and happy and you didn’t want to disrupt that. But you couldn’t stop staring. Next thing you knew, you were back at your table, mindlessly thinking about the guy you just saw.

“Y/n, are you even listening? Gabi just asked us if we want to go out, some of the LA Chargers will be there.” Another friend exclaims, snapping her fingers in your face to bring you back down to Earth. Throughout the conversation that you totally missed, Gabi announced that her boyfriend Kevin had been working with the Chargers as an equipment manager and that the guys had invited him to some exclusive club. You weren’t going to go but Gabi begged you to tag along. With a hesitant nod, you found yourself in an UberXL twenty minutes later.

The VIP section wasn’t as packed as you would have assumed, but still busier than you’d like. Kevin brought you your favorite drink, on the team’s tab and you snuck away, finding a little stairwell that led to the roof. Part of you just wanted to take your shoes off and head home but the view from this high up would never get old.

“Not much of a sweaty nightclub person either are you?” A voice sounds behind you, making you jump a little before you turn around to see who else had escaped the madness.

It was him, the guy from the restaurant.

That chance encounter with Justin led to a three hour conversation on that nightclub roof, a four hour dinner date the next week and spending pretty much all of your free time together. In the last few weeks you’d made things exclusive and sometimes you wanted to pinch yourself at the fact that you were dating an NFL quarterback. But he was everything you could’ve ever asked for, he’s smart, kind of nerdy in an endearing way that made you want to wrap your arms around him and never let go. He had his ability to not only be the perfect gentleman but also the kindest human you’ve ever encountered while also being incredibly attractive.

It just wasn’t fair.

But you weren’t delusional…all the time. Even in the honeymoon phase of your new relationship, the other shoe was bound to drop. You always initiated things. You were the one to grab his hand or cuddle into his side. You constantly found yourself playing with his hair or looking for him in a room full of your friends and his teammates and there was just some part of you that felt like he was holding back. Sure Justin was kind and probably the best boyfriend you’ve ever had but you really weren’t sure how he felt about you and the thought of walking around in the dark made you uncomfortable.

You couldn’t stop thinking about it. He’d asked you if you could come over so you could make dinner together but the entire time you were thinking about if he saw this as a fun little phase in his life when you had thought about making a Pinterest wedding board a few times. And a tiny part of you felt like you were being ridiculous. So what if he wasn’t as touchy as you or didn’t rant about work or minor inconveniences in life like you did? That’s just how he is and you like the person he is. An unreasonable amount.

Justin is shy by nature. It took him two dates to even ask to hold your hand and three more to kiss you. On the field he’s a leader and demands respect from his teammates who would probably run through a brick wall for him. Then, when you’re with him he’s soft and in his element. His laugh has become your favorite sound and his competitive spirit, no matter the occasion makes you feel like this is exactly where you’re supposed to be. But he never openly talked about his feelings so you’ve been doing your best to fill in the gaps. Hence, your current predicament.

“What if he starts to think I’m clingy? Or that I’m smothering him? I’ve been so caught up in the feels and the joy that is having feelings for someone and getting to know every little thing about them. And obviously we’re still getting to know each other but he seems committed and maybe—”

“Maybe you should be a big girl and just talk to him. You’re always talking about feelings and being honest and if you feel like you need something more from him, a clear view of where you stand then you should tell him that.” Gabi tells you over the phone while you hide in your boyfriend’s bathroom. She always knows how to talk you off the ledge and lets you know when you’re being dramatic. Hearing her validate your stance and your concerns both helps and hurts the situation. Would this conversation scare him off and ruin the best time you’ve had in a long time?

You found him on the couch, scrolling mindlessly through his phone.

“Justin, can I talk to you about something?” You ask hesitantly, hoping to mask the nervousness radiating throughout your body.

He immediately puts his phone to the side and you sit next to him, keeping a little distance. He looks like he wants to say something about it, but he doesn’t.

“I don’t want to be one of those girls but, where do you see us going? I mean this—this relationship is new and I’m really happy, don't get me wrong. I just can’t shake this feeling that maybe we’re not on the same page.”

“I’m really happy too.” He scratches his neck awkwardly, “what do you mean by not on the same page?”

“I mean, I want to date with a purpose. I want a love that’s exciting. One that challenges me and pushes me to be better. A love that’s deep.” You look down, trying to muster up enough courage to continue. If you don’t get it all out now, you might never have this opportunity again. “This may sound ridiculous but I want—bone crushing, soul mending love, if that makes any sense at all.”

“I’m not asking you to complete me, I’m already complete on my own. I’m just asking you if you see yourself walking through this life with me. Through the 5-12 season, the 12-5 season. The season where you miss the playoffs or the one where you win the freaking Super Bowl. Because I could be that person that holds your hand through it all, that’s how strongly I feel about this. About us. And if you don’t feel the same then I really don’t see the point in us keeping this thing going. So I guess I just want to know how you feel? About all of this…about me? The last thing I want is to waste each other’s time.”

You want to melt into the couch and disappear as he sits silently, trying to come up with words to say after you’ve just poured your heart out. A painful three minutes that seem like an eternity pass before he turns to you.

“Y/n I like you, a lot. Enough to take this risk and give this relationship a go. But we’re not the same, you’re so good with articulating your feelings and being in tune with them and I’m just…not. And I wish I could give you a concrete, black and white answer but I’d be lying if I said I know exactly how I feel.”

This may be one of the most embarrassing days of your life. You basically just gave him an entire romcom speech about emotions and the man basically hit you with, ‘I appreciate that.’ You stand up and grab your stuff, trying your hardest not to run out the door. “Do me a favor?” You croak, “please don’t call me or text me until you figure it out.”

Justin couldn’t get the visual out of his mind for three days. The hurt written all over your face and in your voice. How you had to physically hold it together while being honest with him. But he was also somewhat jealous. Jealous of your ability to be to trust someone with your everything and to lay your thoughts all out on the table. To wear your heart on your sleeve and be unapologetically yourself. He really wasn’t willing to lose you over his unwillingness to dig deep and tell you how he truly feels.

So he called the one person he knew could help.

“Why did you think that meeting here was a good idea? We don’t even know how to golf.” You really weren’t mad to get out of the house and do something that wasn’t work. But this reminded you of him. Everything reminded you of him.

Gabi laughs at your whining, letting you know that she’s here for the cocktails, not the sport. The place was empty when you walked in, except for two people, one that you really weren’t sure you wanted to see. Your best friend walks over to her boyfriend to give him a kiss before going back to stand next to you. You stand there motionless, feeling a weird ping in your chest at the sight of yours.

“What are they doing here?” The bite in your tone isn’t missed by anyone in the room.

“Like I said, I’m here for happy hour. You two? You need to talk.” Gabi wraps her arms around you to give you a hug while you keep your arms down at your sides, feeling betrayed that she helped him set this all up. She whispers in your ear to hear him out and give him a chance before grabbing Kevin and walking off into the distance.

Now it was just you and Justin. And you really wanted to leave, so you turned around and headed for the door.

“Y/n wait,” you can feel him closing the distance between the two of you until he catches up. “Please. Give me two minutes?”

“You have one. And a half. I’m being nice.”

His face is full of regret, like he’s ready to facepalm himself at any moment and you almost feel bad. “I’m so sorry for the other night. I should’ve handled it better and given you a real answer but—“

“I really don’t need your pity right now Justin, it just makes everything worse.”

“It’s not pity I swear,” he rushes out. “I just—I don’t know if you know this but I like being in control. Especially of my emotions, not too high, not too low.”

You scoff at him stating the obvious but you let him continue.

“The things—the feelings that I have when I’m with you scare the shit out of me. They make me feel like I’m not in control and that’s just not something I’m accustomed to. So when you said all those things I shut down because…I feel the same way. And what if—what if we both fall in love with each other and that’s not enough? What if you realize that I’m not everything that you want? What if I hurt you?” His voice cracks and you can practically see some of the emotional wall breaking down.

Ever the perfectionist, Justin didn’t want to make mistakes. And feelings whether good or bad can lead to those. The risk that comes with that wasn’t something he wanted to test. It stressed him out just thinking about it.

Your heart and body yearned to comfort him, but your mind was so busy trying to process everything he just said. “Justin, I can't predict the future. I’m sure there will be moments that are hard, moments where football will come first and life will not be puppies and rainbows and butterflies. But I’d rather have all of that with you than be so scared to mess everything up that we don’t even give it a real try.”

Although you wished he could’ve let you know this a little sooner, maybe without your extreme measures, you knew where he was coming from. He was always under all this pressure to be perfect and to have it all together. Of course he would take that same mindset into your relationship. But that isn’t how love works, good thing you could tell he was starting to understand that. Hopefully he was also seeing that you don’t want the edited version of him, you want the real thing. Unfiltered and uncensored.

The man takes a few more steps toward you. “A few days ago you asked me what I want. And I was too in my head before to give you an answer but I have one for you now.”

“Well…what do you want?”

Justin takes another step, cradling your face and gently tilting it upwards to collide his lips with yours. He kisses you passionately, tenderly, like he’s scared that you’re going to be gone in the next moment, showing you his vulnerability. There were three days of pain and uncertainty to make up for and your eyes flutter closed as you allow that pain to be washed away. It’s like he was trying to commit the feeling of your lips on his to memory, harsh breaths encapsulating the heightened sensation that was taking the leap.

He kissed you like he was seeing you for the first time after a long trip away, like he was finally home. Like he heard all of your words about love and adventure and he nipped at your bottom lip before you pulled away, the embrace leaving you both a little out of breath. With his eyes closed, he rested his forehead of yours, whispering, “I want you. In every way imaginable. And that bone crushing, soul mending love you mentioned? I’m going to do everything I can to make sure that happens because I want to walk through this life with you too, no matter what it looks like.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and he returns the hug with a squeeze, not wanting to let go.

“As much as I’ve enjoyed hearing you pour your heart out, I need you to teach me how to play golf.”

He raises his eyebrows, holding in a laugh. “I might have to stand behind you and hold onto you so I can show you how to swing. Are you okay with that?” He gives you a side smile.

“Eh, I guess that’d be okay. Lead the way coach.” You nod toward the green on the other side of the door.

He grabs onto your hand, kissing your temple before walking out to the empty golf course. He hoped today would go well and called in a favor to have the entire golf course to yourselves for the day. Needless to say, he was successful.

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Sitting beside your soon-to-be husband, Jack. You both stared off into space dreaming of a hearty meal “Hungry?” he said licking his pink lips “What do you think?” You said giving him a pained look, Jack hopped off the couch pulling you by your hand and dragging you to the kitchen. “Alright? What to eat?” He said sighing scratching and ruffling his curly hair, “Nothing in this bitch but salad does Romi hate us?” Jack groaned looking at you who was equally frustrated. Romi was your wedding planner who strictly prohibited fast food and any meal besides veggies and other keto crap so you wouldn't gain a pound and be able to fit flawlessly into your tailored tux and gown.

“Romi does hate us, I'm going to bed Jack, I can't live like this.” You whined before you could get away Jack pushed you against the marble counter sitting you on top of it “Stay, please.” He begged softening his gaze, you caved. “Alright baby what are we doing?” You asked, “I don't know but there isn't anything in here palatable besides you.” He replied watching your cheeks redden, he pulled his phone from his pocket and opened an app then flashed his phone at you “Pizza?” he laughed “Pizza.” you said breathlessly.

30 minutes later a delivery guy arrived at your house and you ran to the door took the pizza from him and shut the front door, you and Jack immediately got to work devouring the pie not even leaving a crumb in the box. After you and Jack laughed for at least 2 minutes straight over the greedy act the two of you just committed, ridding yourselves of the evidence. Jack walked towards you “You got a little sauce mama, eh hold on?” He took his thumb and wiped it from the corner of your mouth. “Hey J, do you think we'll be this impulsive when we get married?” You look up at him “No, I'll think it'll be worse. But on the topic of impulse, look at you.” He said running his hand up your shirt as you giggled “Stop! Jack.” You laughed as he claimed your lips.

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[earthtoharlow]

I will pay you to throw them away 😂

😭 it might make me millions of dollars one day

[neon-lights-and-glitter]

💔 Share your most heartbreaking line.

I know I said I’d use works in progress but I don’t think anything is beating this, if I could choose this whole part of the lips of an angel epilogue I would

You felt nothing and everything at the same time. You stared at the test for another minute, emotionless, thinking that it might change, but it never did. You didn’t stop yourself from throwing the plastic stick onto the ground, watching it break into two, just like any hope you had left. Watching as the plastic stick broke was when you felt everything and let yourself burst into tears. 

[warsawharlow]

‘‘Twas the night before Christmas”

AN: this is my first time writing a fic. also, I want to say a huge thank you to @harlowcomehome for helping with the pictures and for giving me advice 🥹❤️

‘Twas the night before Christmas, not a soul in your house was awake except your sneaky five-year-old daughter Luna and, of course, you and your husband Jack, who happened to be in the kitchen having some alone time together, which is rare nowadays.

“Can't wait to see the smile on her face tomorrow morning when she sees the presents we got her,” You said to your husband. I know, but I still can't believe I almost told her Santa wasn't real,” your husband Jack told you. “I know, but you didn't, and she still thinks Santa is real,” you said to your husband.

You had no idea your daughter was awake until you heard her run into the kitchen in tears and say, “What do you mean Santa isn't real?” You and your husband turned around, shocked, as your daughter ran to her room, slamming the door.

“Oh my god!” you shouted. “We ruined our daughter's childhood,” you said to Jack. “I’ll talk to her, you said,” Jack gave you a sympathetic look as you walked up the stairs. As you get ready to knock on your daughter Luna's door, your heart breaks as you hear her sobbing.

“Luna baby, can I come in, please,” you ask her. You didn't hear a response, so you opened her door and heard her sobbing. You couldn't help but feel so horrible for saying that. “Luna baby, I'm so sorry for what I said to you.” “You said Santa wasn't real.” at this point, you couldn't help but to shed a few tears.

“Since Santa isn’t real, does that mean you and Daddy just buy all the presents and put Santa Claus on them?” You are kind of stunned at this point hearing that come from her. “Oh no, baby, Santa Claus is very real,” you tell your daughter. “How do I know he's real, and you're not just saying that to make me feel better”? Luna said

You looked at your daughter and said, “Well, you just have to believe he's real, and if you believe, then who is going to stop you?” Luna smiled at you and said, “I believe he's real, Mommy” and went to hug you and looked up and saw her dad in the doorway of her room and said, “Guess what, Daddy, I believe in Santa Claus again.”

“Oh, you do now,” said Jack. “well, I think it's almost time for Santa Claus to come this way.” you looked at Jack and his daughter as you said that. “Oh, I better sleep so he doesn’t miss our house,” Luna said. You and Jack are tucking your daughter back in bed and saying, I love to each other. As you leave her room and close her door, you hear Luna say, “Mommy, I love you, and I can't wait to see what Santa brings us in the morning.”

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[harlowcomehome]

Orchids and spontaneity: 

Requested by @vanwritesfan-fiction

“Mmm, boring” Jack whispered to himself as he looked at the wide array of flowers in front of him. He wanted to get you something unique and different from your usual bouquet but he wasn’t having any luck.

A tall, blonde woman came from the back of the store eager to help Jack from the moment he walked in but wanted to give him his space for a few moments. She quickly walked up to him, her pony tail swaying back and forth.

Jack saw her coming even without fully looking up at her, he could always tell when he had been spotted.

“Hi! I am so sorry, are you, Jack Harlow?” She was nervous and couldn’t think of another way to engage with him.

“I am” he softly laughed, rarely knowing how to continue the conversation after that.

“Do you need some help finding something?” She was hoping he would say yes, more than anything.

“I’m just waiting for someone, thank you though” Jack smiled, noticing their conversation brought attention to him as the other employees were now gawking from afar.

The employee smiled, before making her way back to the group of girls at the counter.

The front door chimed as Brian, Jack's dad walked inside, the two of them had agreed to go Valentine’s Day shopping together.

“About time you get here” Jack joked as the two of them started looking at flowers.

“Were you waiting long?” Brian noticed the group of girls at the counter giggling as they walked around the shop, flashing them a smile.

“No, not at all. I need your help though, I want to get her something different this year” Jack sighed, knowing that he usually got you the same floral arrangement year after year for several holidays.

“How about I get your mom what you usually get y/n and you get her what I usually get your mom?” Brian knew that would cut flower shopping short and leave more time for whatever else they needed to get done today.

“Orchids aren’t kind of…” he paused “old lady?” Jack questioned, wondering if you’d think so.

“I won’t tell your mom that you said that” Brian chuckled as they both placed their bouquet order at the front desk. All of the workers nervously giggled and helped out as they wanted just a brief interaction with Jack.

••••

When Valentine’s Day came around Jack picked up both bouquets from the flower shop. He was paranoid about his address leaking, rarely having anything delivered to his place.

When he arrived home, he struggled to get inside the door, the bouquet was bigger than usual and took up a lot of room. He let his dad know to come get the bouquet when he was ready, leaving his mothers flowers in his car.

“You weren’t supposed to be home yet!” You giggled from the kitchen as he loudly made an entrance anf placed the bouquet on the coffee table out of your view.

Jack jogged over to the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist as he went in for a sloppy passionate kiss.

“Are you making strawberry cupcakes? For little ol’ me?” He joked, making his voice as high-pitched as possible.

“Nothing about you is little” you winked, as you started the electronic mixer to whip the frosting.

“Damn right” he smirked, grabbing a handful of your ass before leaving the room to get your gift.

You finished frosting the cupcakes, placing them on a two-tier display, when Jack ran back into the kitchen.

“Do you trust me?” He had a sinister smile on his face that made you want to say no but you obliged anyway as he covered your eyes and led you to the living room.

There were a few gifts displayed on the couch, but the giant bouquet is what caught your attention first, always loving the flowers he got you.

“Baby! These are gorgeous!” You bent down to smell them, smiling as you looked over at him. You immediately noticed something was off as your eyes began to water, and your chest tightened.

“I wanted to do something different this year” he made room for you to sit beside him on the couch. “Wait, are you crying?” He was concerned that he did something to upset you.

“I think I have an eyelash in my eye” You rubbed the lower lash line with your finger getting mascara on your face. You excused yourself to the bathroom shutting the door quickly, worried he’d realize what you had immediately figured out.

You wheezed as you frantically searched the medicine cabinet for allergy medication, remembering you had left what was left of the allergy tablets in your purse.

Jack knocked on the door, questioning your rash departure. “Is something wrong? Do you hate them? Are they too old lady?” His voice was low and calm, but his tone was failing at masking the sadness he felt.

You slowly opened the door, revealing that you had a soggy piece of tissue hanging out of one nostril.

Jack couldn’t contain himself, leaning forward as he chuckled at the sight before him.

“Sweetheart, what’s going on?” His hands instinctively cupped your face as he looked at you with worried eyes and a pouty lip.

“I think I’m allergic to those flowers” you sniffled, feeling a sneeze building up. You didn’t have enough warning time to turn away before sneezing on Jack's face.

He immediately pulled away from you, his eyes closed as he tried to hide the look of disgust as best he could.

“Ummm- bless you?” He was trying to be nice but the germaphobe in him wanted to scream and taking a scalding hot shower.

“Babe! I’m so sorry!” You were frozen as he finally gained composure enough to open one eye to find and grab the bouquet from off the table.

He used the inside of his shirt to wipe his face before walking toward the front door. “It’s okay, it’s fine”’ he was still in shock but didn’t want you to feel bad.

“I still have my mom’s bouquet in the car, I’m going to switch them out” he was frantically trying to make his way out of the house and to the car.

You leaned against the bathroom doorframe, trying to hold a laugh in, knowing you had most definitely picked a good one.

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

The Five Naughty New Years

A collab between @vanwritesfan-fiction and @w1ldthoughts

A series that follows Jack and the readers relationship through five years of celebrating New Years together in the naughtiest ways.

Year Five

Warnings: language, smut, references to dom/sub relationship

Written by @vanwritesfan-fiction

Jack hated begging. It wasn't very alpha of him. He'd rather walk away with his ego in tact then be caught begging.

Except when it came to you. For you, his baby girl, he'd live his life on his knees if it meant you were happy. He hated seeing you upset, especially if he was to blame, and on the off chance that it happened, he was willing to do anything to make it up to you.

Tonight, on New Years Eve, you were using that to your advantage. In your defense, he'd been teasing you all night. It was all for the buildup between you two, a little game you liked to play to see who could fold first before you were taking the other to bed. Usually, you were all for a little taunt, but only if you had the upper hand.

You could take the longing glances at you across the room as he talked to acquaintances, or the inappropriate touches as the two of you danced the night away in the middle of the crowd, but when you spotted him flirting with the waitress who kept replenishing his drinks all night, you knew he wasn't playing fair.

It was time to take back the power. You made sure he saw the pout on your face before leaving the ballroom, Jack making haste to try to catch up with you.

"Baby, stop", he called after you, chuckling to himself as he watched you hobble toward the elevator in your high heels. He told you not to wear the shoes, but you were stubborn because they went perfectly with the dress you'd chosen for the night. Now, you were cursing his name and Christian Louboutin in the same breath as your feet screamed at you in pain.

"Fuck off." You threw a middle finger over your shoulder without stopping, hearing his footsteps gaining on you.

"Y/N, you're gonna hurt yourself. Let me help you." His voice was gruff and louder, and you knew he was starting to get irritated. Good, he needed a taste of his own medicine. You weren't really mad at him, just a bit jealous, but you knew the more angry he got, the better the sex would be when he finally got his hands on you. It was time to land the final blow.

You turned on your heels, stopping in the middle of the hallway, giving Jack your most convincing upset face.

"Why don't you just go back to your girlfriend? 10 minutes to midnight, wouldn't want you to miss your first kiss." You had to work overtime to stifle a laugh. You could physically see where you'd struck a nerve with Jack, his jaw flexing so hard you thought he'd chip a molar.

"Ok, that's enough." He swept you off your feet so quickly, you couldn't even get your barings before he pushed you into the elevator. "You think you're funny, huh?". He let out a curt laugh as he pushed the ground floor button.

"I think I'm fucking hilarious."

You let out a gasp as he pushed you against the wall, his nose inches from yours. "Drop the attitude, before I fuck it out of you." He gave you a cocky smile, his hand trailing toward your core. "No." You swatted his hand away just as he crept underneath your dress.

"What are you doing?" Jack was confused as to why you weren't playing along.

"You have to ask. Nicely." You crossed your legs together. He tried to get to you again, but you were consistent. "Why would I ask for something that belongs to me?"

"Beg for it", you bit out, "or the only thing you'll be touching tonight is your own dick."

Jack let out a dark chuckle as he stroked his beard. He had to give it to you, you were brave. The elevator chimed as it reached your floor, but when you tried to move he held you back and knocked the emergency stop button with his fist.

"Jack, what are yo-". Jack dropped to his knees, his fingers toying with the band of your underwear before cleanly ripping them off your body with one pull. "You wanted me to beg?", he confirmed as he lifted your thigh to rest on his shoulder, exposing your glistening core to him. "This is me begging."

His nose grazed against your pussy as he latched onto your clit, the tip of his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud a couple of times. You let out a shriek, clamping a hand over your mouth as you heard the echo against the metal walls of the car. "Fuck, fuck, don't stop", you whispered, as he ate you out, your hand tugging at his curls to direct him to your most sensitive spots.

"Oh baby, that feels so good." You shivered as you felt the hum of his laugh against your core, your orgasm building quickly. "God, you taste so good, baby", he groaned, his voice vibrating your entire body. Jack looked up at you, his blue eyes piercing in the light, but you could barely focus, feeling yourself so close to release. The sight of you unraveling in his mouth had his erection straining against the zipper of his pants.

"I'm so close. I'm so close", you repeated over and over again as you ground your pelvis against his face, your release coating his beard as you orgasmed.

"For someone with a sharp mouth, you sure are all talk." Jack pulled you in for a rough kiss, making you stumble over your feet as your legs shook from exhaustion. You could taste yourself all over his lips and beard, slowly dragging your tongue along his jawline to get every bit of yourself off of him.

"I wanna go home now." You gave him your sweetest gaze, knowing it was his weakness, but Jack needed to make sure you knew your place before he gave you anything else. "Who does this belong to?" You knees went weak as he palmed your bare, sensitive pussy, making you jump from overstimulation. "Jack, fuck", you breathed out, his touch almost sending you over the edge again.

"Tell me who this pussy belongs to, or the only thing you'll be touching tonight is yourself. He grinned, throwing your words back in your face. You knew you'd regret saying that at some point. He pressed a large digit against your entrance. "Tell me, baby." He whispered in your ear, almost inaudible against your heavy breathing.

"Yours. This pussy is yours", you edged out between clenched teeth, sighing as he let you go.

"Good girl." He hit the emergency stop button again, and you felt the elevator jolt as it settled on the floor.

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[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : THAT’S DADDY

“Okay Mia.” You start, sitting back trying to get comfortable. “I’m going to show you a picture and you tell me who they are. You’ve met them all before so this will be easy.”

Mia nods, “Ohh okay, is this like that tiktok video my cousin did?”

“Yehp.” You smile and set up the phone to record her and then grab your iPad to show her pictures.

“Let’s start easy.” You say smiling. “Who’s this?”

Mia rolls her little eyes, “That’s daddy.”

Jack then throws a gaze at you two from his spot across the room. “Well don’t sound too excited there bug.”

Mia chuckles, “Sorry.”

You start showing her different pictures, to which she would get some correct and some wrong.

“Ohhh, who’s this?” You show her the screen and smile at her reaction.

“That’s my boyfriend.” She shrugs.

You gasp, “Mia, stop calling Tom Holland your boyfriend.”

She shrugs, “Z let’s me call him that.”

Jack is shaking his head, “You need to have crushes on boys your own age, actually never mind.”

Mia leans her head on your shoulder, waiting for the next set of pictures.

“That’s Nino Urby.” She laughs. “He looks silly with that hat.”

“Alright who’s this?”

Mia gasps, “Daddy.”

You shake your head and show her more pictures.

“Daddy again.”

“Mia.” You start laughing. “Alright these last two.”

Mia takes in a deep breath in admiration and awe. “My daddy.”

“Wow.” Jack says, “Are you showing her different pictures of me throughout the years or what?”

You snort and shake your head. “Nope.”

He raises his eyebrows and starts heading to where you and Mia are seated. “Then what pictures did you show her?”

“You really want to know?” You ask him.

Mia gasps and takes the iPad away from you. “NOO HE CAN’T.” And she runs away.

“Uh-what is going on?”

You shrug, “You’ll see when I post the video.”

*************

After dinner, you had posted the video but didn’t mention it to Jack.

You were doing your final rounds around the house, cleaning up when Jack storms inside your shared bedroom.

He shows you his phone “SHE CALLED MICHAEL B JORDAN, PESO PLUMA AND MC STEAMY DADDY?!!!!”

You laugh, “That’s all her.”

“Nooo, that’s definitely you. Are you lying to my child?” He asks grumpy.

“Babe, it’s just her messing with you.”

He raises his eyebrows “So she doesn’t hear you say anything while you’re watching your hospital show?”

You shrug and look behind him at the little trouble maker. “Mia, get your butt over here and tell daddy you were playing.”

Mia crossed her arms, “Bout’ what?” She looks at Jack’s phone in his hands. “Oh about all my different daddys?”

Jack groans “BABE.”

You laugh, “okay, okay, I see where that could be an issue.”

Mia laughs, “I’m just playing.” She goes and hugs her dads legs. “You get jelly fast.”

Jack picks her up and bops her nose. “You raise my blood pressure at just 8 years old, imagine when you’re a teen.”

Mia smiles, “You love me though.”

“That I do my baby, that I do.” Jack gives her a kiss on the cheek and they make their way to your bed.

“So are we watching my husband? Or my other husband? I have options.” You say, following after them.

Jack glares at you, but Mia shakes her head. “How bout we watch daddy’s other wife?”

You gasp, “Oh she did not.”

Jack smirks, “That’s my daughter.” As he high fives her and looks for something to watch.

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