#jack ahrlow imagine
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solamente tú y yo
AN: 🤪🤭🤪🤭🤪🤭
Requested? No
Warnings: THAT question gets asked in the most inopportune moment, smut, slight angst but not really
Word Count: 3k words
Jack leaned against the doorframe watching Miriam layer on clothes. She wore some sweats and a long coat; under her coat she had a thick cardigan, a crew neck sweater, a long sleeve and a tank top. She completed the outfit with a huge scarf that looked like a shawl from Acne Studios and a beanie. Meanwhile Jack wore his signature cargo pants with a puffer coat and only turtleneck underneath.
They were in London. Miriam was back at work. Jack took a few weeks off from working on his album after his work trip to Bahrain. He went to Louisville for a few days to and to work something out with a jeweler he knew. After that he flew back to London.
"Okay, I'm ready." Miriam said, dabbing some of her signature pomegranate lip balm on her lips.
"About time." Jack mumbled loud enough for her to hear.
She glared at him and slipped her phone in her coat's pocket. She also grabbed her house keys. Sha checked on Daisy one last time then came to the foyer. She walked out with Jack following close behind her and locked the door. They pair made their way to the front gate and she unlocked the door then relocked it.
They were on their way to get some fish and chips. One of Miriam's favorite spots was just a few blocks from where her parents had their house. They were going to walk since the neighbor was pretty chill and not that many people paid attention to others. Though for an extra measure of safety, their security was going to be tailing them in a SUV. As they walked down the street, in a British accent, Miriam gave Jack a quick tour of the neighborhood, pointing out a few of her favorite shops and even where she went for secondary school, middle school. Ten minutes later they finally reached the fish and chips place.
Jack reached forward and opened the door for them. Once inside he took in the place. It felt homey and vintage, like an Italian mom and pop. There were several posters of the family and the generations that contributed to the restaurant's legacy. On a separate wall was all the famous people ate from Harry and Meghan Markle to Mateo Dominguez. There was another picture of Miriam’s dad and she was with him. She had to be about twelve years old. Her curls were all over the place and her bright smile was hidden behind braces.
“Oh god they still have this up.” Miriam groaned seeing the picture Jack was looking at.
“I like it.” he said. “I would have definitely annoyed the shit outta you in class.”
“I would have requested to be removed from the class if you were in my class. I just know you would have messed with my expensive pens.” she bluntly.
“I knew a girl like that in high school. She gave me some of the best head at the time. Then I met you and you changed my life.” he smiled adoringly at her.
“You’re so annoying.” Miriam playfully rolled her eyes.
They took a table in the back. An older woman came by and she exchanged pleasantries with Miriam then she took their order. Miriam then explained that she’s known the older woman since she was a kid. There weren’t many stores that sold quality Mexican ingredients so it was rare for Mateo cooked for them. They mostly ate out and the fish and chips place was their go to 85% of the time.
It really hit Jack how differently they grew up. He’s never lived with one parent at one time; much less lived with them in an entirely different continent as his other parent or sibling. He’s always had his parents together. The love they shared for each other was something he always wanted for himself but he knew with the lifestyle he had now it wasn’t something he could find. What he had with Miriam was completely different from what his parents had, but it wasn’t a bad thing. He really was lucky to have found her. She’s changed how he viewed love and what it was like to be in love. He wanted to grow a life and a family with her.
“If we were to have kids where would–”
“Without a doubt Louisville.” Miriam answered, spreading butter on her bread.
“You’ve thought about it?” Jack smirked, uncapping his sparkling water.
“I mean…” she trailed off, shrugging. “But like not right now. Like we’re both so busy with work. You have that dropping in April and then White Men Can’t Jump in May. Awards season is starting for me not to mention I’m in the middle of filming. Then I have to promote the mini series with my mom for mothers day–”
“Bro, I’m not asking you to pop kids right now.” Jack cut her off. He reached for hand and gently squeezed it reassuringly. “We’re in our twenties. We have time to add to our family. I was just asking to make sure we’re on the same page.”
“Oh, okay.” she giggled nervously.
A server came by and set down their food.
Jack smiled to himself, watching Miriam as she used a fork and knife to cut her fish. He looked over at his plate and he was dipping his fried fish like how it came. Their mannerisms were so different, but Jack and Miriam always made it work. They complimented each other. He was nervous about asking her. But after almost two years he knew it was finally time.
*
After lunch they went and did some more sight-seeing. Jack had been to London a few times for work but he never had the chance to do any proper exploring with the packed schedule he had. He even rode on the ‘tube’ which he found out existed. They went back to Miriam’s home and made dinner with some of the things they bought. They were currently cleaning up and putting away leftovers.
“So… where do you really see yourself settling down after all this?” Miriam asked Jack as they finished cleaning the kitchen and dining room.
Ever since he casually mentioned them having kids during lunch. That’s all she’d been thinking about.
“Wherever you settle down.” He said, carefully placing the glass cups on the shelf she couldn’t reach.
“I’m being serious.” She giggled, pushing herself to sit up on the counter.
“So am I.” He said, leaning against the counter. He tugged her hand so she could pay attention to him. “Miriam, I’m not kidding. Where you go, I go. I don’t see myself with anyone else. Only you. You’re more than just my partner. You’re someone I see myself still keeping me on my toes by the time I’m 87 and some robot has to give me sponge baths. I see you at my side telling our grandkids that I fucking bagged a baddie. You’re the one I see myself waking up to every morning all bricked up. You got that?”
Miriam blinked away some tears. “Yeah, I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” He smiled.
Miriam stood on her tippy toes to kiss him but Jack curved her. “Okay, rude.”
“I don’t want to give your dad a show.” he said, looking into one of the many kitchen appliances. He opened a cupboard and peaked inside.
“I’m telling you he didn’t put cameras in the kitchen.” Miriam facepalmed herself.
“Then how did he know we fucked in here?” he gestured to the kitchen island.
“Because you don’t have a serious bone in your body and play around too much.” she shrugged. She scratched her head. “I’m gonna go take this shit off and come back so we can watch The Menu.”
For Poison Ivy, Miriam dyed her hair red. To conserve the mystery of the movie, she wore wigs that matched her natural dark curls.
Jack nodded and went to the entertainment room. He went around taking the various paintings decorating the walls. They were similar to the ones Miriam’s had in her houses and some her parents’ had in their LA home. In his humble opinion, the paintings represented rich people and their love for obscure art that had no business costing more than $100k. Some were abstract paintings; random paint swatches with figurines, mixed media glued on top for extraness while the others were scenic paintings of places Miriam's family has been to. Each painting was completely different to the one before but at the bottom right corner of each one was ‘MDM’ in gold pen. Miriam's initials.
"You paint?" Jack asked her when she came back to the room.
"Yeah when I'm bored." She shrugged.
Jack got distracted momentarily watching Miriam’s ass as she bent over the armrest of the couch to get a blanket from the basket of blankets. He blinked back to reality and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"Since when?"
"I don't know for a while I guess. I mainly started when I moved here. My dad did best to keep me busy. He would sign me up for a bunch of stuff. It's why I'm so well rounded." Miriam explained.
"And in all of those extra curricular activities, he didn't think of signing you up for dance classes–"
A pillow came flying at him, hitting his stomach. Jack dramatically fell to the ground like a pro soccer player and groaned in pain.
"You're not funny." Miriam deadpanned.
Jack rolled to his side, facing the tall shelf of DVDs and BluRay discs. At the bottom row were a bunch of white boxes with titles of musicals and plays hand written on the spine of the disc box.
“What are these–”
“Don’t touch those.” Miriam pounced on him.
Jack was faster than her and scrambled to his feet. He held up the disc in the air, way out of Miriam’s reach. He turned the box and in the front was a picture of Miriam on stage.
“So this is where you have your school plays. Your brother wanted to show me one of you when you were in fourth grade but he couldn’t find them.” he smiled.
Miriam ignored him as she tried her best to climb him. Thanks to her stunt work she was able to do it with ease and snatched the disc from him.
“So you’re a legit theater kid.” Jack teased.
“Not really.” she shrugged.
“Bro, there’s at least twenty boxes on the shelf.” His smirk grew even more.asit
“Whatever, so what if I did theater as a kid.” she crossed her arms.
Jack raised his arms defensively. “There’s not thing wrong with it. But it does explain…a lot.”
Miriam rolled her eyes and got on the couch. Jack put the disc back and joined her on the couch. Fifteen minutes into the movie, Miriam made him spoon her
Jack got a sense of deja vu as Miriam pressed her ass onto his crotch so she ‘wouldn't fall off’ the couch. It took him back to when she invited him to New York for a few days before her mom and he were on SNL. He couldn’t concentrate on the movie they watched. All he wanted to do was spend his time between her thighs. That was before they revealed their feelings and he was trying to be respectful. Now he had the privilege to not be respectful.
He pulled his arm off her waist and brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them.
“Relax for me.” He whispered in her ear. He kissed her jaw.
He slowly inched his hand in her sleep shorts.
“So you can’t kiss me in the kitchen because of these alleged cameras but you can finger me in the tv room?” Miriam quirked an eyebrow.
“You don’t seem to mind.” Jack pointed out as he tugged off her now soaked panties.
Before she opened her mouth to make an unserious remark, her phone rang. She reached for it. Miriam made a face, confused why her mom was calling her so late.
“Bueno…” she said, pushing Jack off her.
“Baby, I’m so sorry you had to find out this way.”
*
There’s never a day where Jack isn’t impressed with something Miriam did. She was sitting in the shade with a paint kit she brought from London, painting away their beach view. They were currently in Turks and Caicos for a much needed break. Isabela had called Miriam to let her know that DC decided to scrap her movie so that the remaining budget could go to promoting The Flash. Miriam’s heart broke. She’d been working her ass off on the movie for almost four months and they had about eight weeks of filming left.
Jack didn’t know what to do, all he knew was that he had to get Miriam out of London. He got a recap from last year’s Turks and Caicos work trip and thought the beach was their safest bet. While Miriam went to set to clean out her trailer and sign off some final contracts, he made the arrangements. He was able to reserve the same airbnb he stayed with her last year. Then he booked a flight to New York where he flew out Clay to pick up Daisy so he could watch her while they were gone for the week. From New York they took a direct flight to Providenciales. His team had a field day when they saw the airport pictures of them in landing in Turks andCaicos, but he didn’t care. His main priority was to distract Miriam from being sad because she was in her ‘unemployed era’. Her words, not Jack’s.
Miriam walked back to the terrace, where Jack was going over his lines. He had booked a part in Dave and when they got back to New York he was going to film a few scenes. She carefully set the canvas down and cleared her throat for Jack to see.
“Holy shit.” he said, impressed.
He stretched his hand out, but Miriam smacked it away from the painting. “It’s still wet.”
“You’re still wet?” he asked, with a smirk plastered.
“You’re not funny.” She looked at him unimpressed.
She went to the house and carefully set down the painting on the table to dry. She set her art tote with all her art supplies on a chair. While she was at it, she removed her shorts, staying in her bikini bottoms. She was sitting on the grass and wore them so her ass wouldn’t get itchy. Now that she wasn’t she didn’t see the point of wearing them. As she walked back to Jack, she unbuttoned the linen shirt, making it known to Jack she wasn’t wearing her bikini top. She sat opposite of Jack and read a book while he memorized his lines. She felt Jack’s eyes on her, as she stretched her arms. The shirt fell off her shoulders and her breasts were on full display. The tiny gold necklace Jack got her with the letter ‘M’ glinted as Miriam pretended to be engrossed in her book.
She watched Jack from the corner of her eye. He moved with cat-like movements, slowly inching his way to her. He reached for her book and laughed when he saw she was on the table of contents and not the actual book.
"You're not slick." He commented, putting the book face down.
Miriam untied one side of her bikini bottoms, exposing her arousal to him. "Are you sure?"
That was all he needed to hear. He scooped up Miriam, securing her legs around his waist and carried her back to the house. She squealed and hugged him tight as he ran upstairs to their room. He gently tossed her in bed and scrambled to get naked. He got on top of her and Miriam pulled his neck down to claim his lips.
With ease, she rolled him onto his back and slowly rubbed her folds over his cock. Jack groaned and reached up for her breasts. He cupped them with his large hands and used his thumb to play with her nipples. Miriam leaned forward and held Jack’s jaw as she kissed him. His hands were on her ass, guiding them along the length of his cock.
“Fuck!” he groaned.
He came seconds later while Miriam kept moving her hips. Jack’s stomach was coated with his release.
“Facetime doesn’t do this justice.” Miriam commented while drawing a heart with ‘MD+JH’ on his stomach. “Also I can’t believe all of this is inside me when you come inside me. How deep is my pussy? Do you think–”
“Marry me.” Jack blurted out.
“Okay I know I was rambling, but if you wanted to shut me off you–”
“I mean it.” He said more confidently. He sat up and rubbed her back. “Obviously I didn’t want to ask you after you dry humped me but it slipped out. You’ve been the one since I made you laugh at the soccer game. I meant it when I said I want to be with you even when we’re old and robots have to give us sponge baths. Before you get in your head about how I brought you here to propose I didn't. I wanted you for myself.”
“Oh that’s reassuring,” Miriam snorted and wiped tears from her eyes.
“I love you, Miriam and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Jack said.
“Do you even have a ring?” she laughed as more tears streamed down her face.
“I’m glad you asked.” He grinned, earning an eye roll from Miriam.
Jack got off the bed and grabbed his discarded t-shirt to clean himself off. He slipped on his shorts from earlier and went to his suitcase and grabbed his toiletries bag. He pulled out a small box that Miriam recognized that was from his go to jeweler. He walked up to her and sat next to her, opening the box to the most beautiful ring Miriam had ever seen.
“Miriam no middle name Dominguez-Miller, will you marry me?”
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GROUP CHAT
Miriam: y'all....
Clauds ☁️: OMFGGGGGG
La Sandalias: 1. 😭😭😭 and 2. Girl it's 12am for you and me
La MILF 🦦: Danny caleld it lmao
Alina 🎤 : SAY SIKE RNNNN
G🥰🥰🥰: 😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭
Seesterrrrr: finally, he asked mom and dad since LAST December lmfao
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@'jackharlow: went all out on her necklace
@'mdm: you're so unserious
@'claybornharlow: are you sure it's not too big?
@'saintclauds: no is talking about that dragonfly brooch
@'Kehlani: respectfully GOD DAMN
-> @'mdm: you can say it disrespectfully too. I don't mind
-> @'jackharlow: but I do
@'mackshipper: damn for FREE
@'miriamfanbutjackhater: it's so obvious that he's only with her because of her body. It's so sad that she settle for him
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