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harlowsthetic · 2 months

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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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jackharloww · 1 year

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Tension in the air

summary: It's been a few weeks since Nathaniel was born and you and Jack have a little argument.

Another day, another hospital visit, you thought as you stood in the bathroom getting ready. You woke up early this morning and immediately got up to get ready before Jack woke up. Grace had slept at her grandparents' house because you and Jack had been at the hospital late last night. You had just pulled your pants up when Jack opened the door and walked in. His messy curls were all over the place and his eyes were puffy from just waking up.

"Good morning babe” he mumbled and hugged you from behind, looking at you through the mirror.

"Good morning" You smiled at him, before removing his arms and grabbing your shirt, putting it on.

"You going to the hospital now?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows at you.

"yeah, why? You wanna come?" you asked.

"I was thinking you could be with Grace today, I could go be with Nathaniel" he sighed before reaching for his toothbrush.

"Uhm" you looked down "She can come with us?” Jack put his finger up, signaling for you to wait for him to finish brushing his teeth. As soon as he finished he answered you.

”Babe you know she gets bored easily, and the weather is amazing she shouldn’t be stuck inside” he explained, “Why don’t you and her have a mommy-daughter day, and I’ll go have a daddy-son day with Nate” he gently smiled at you. But when he only received a nonchalant shrug from you, he continued.

“Grace misses being with her mother Y/N”, his tone changed from gentle to deep and harsh “You’ve been going to the hospital every day”

“Yeah It's my son, Jack," you spat, voice now loud and clearly angry, feeling yourself getting irritated with him.

“Yeah but you have a daughter at home that wants her mother,” he said. He noticed the tears in your eyes and let out a deep sigh, “Let me go today, and you can stay with her” he came closer to you and put his hand on your arm.

“You don’t understand” You brushed his hand away and raised your voice, "I need to be there for my son”

"I understand for God's sake" Jack ran his fingers through his hair, his voice raising once again by your actions. "He's my son too, but Grace needs you as well"

"I can't leave him” you screamed with tears streaming down from your face

“You can’t do anything anyway” Jack was screaming back now as well, throwing his hands up in the air.

"Don't you think I know that?" you yelled, "Don't you think I know that I'm the one to blame that he's in a fucking incubator? Don't you think I know I'm a fucking terrible mother?" you broke down, putting your arms around yourself, walking backward as Jack slowly walked towards you, "I'm trying my best, and I just want to make sure he's being well taken care of, I need to see it for myself" You cried out.

Jack reached out for you and simply pulled you into his chest, a hand on your head as the other embraced you tightly, letting you cry in his arms. His eyebrows were furrowed and he had a stern look on his face, trying to keep himself from crying as well.

He waited for you to calm down, before looking at you. "Don't you ever say that you're a terrible mother" he held your face in his big hands, so you couldn't look away from him. "This is not your fault, please don't think that it is" He bent down and put his forehead against yours, wiping the tears that were falling from your eyes.

"I'm just so stressed and you putting this pressure on me feels like too much" you admitted as you sobbed into his arms.

"It wasn't my intention to make you feel like that, but I know the importance of you being with Grace. Not only for her sake but for your sake as well Y/N, you need to get out of the hospital more" He said sternly

“I just feel so bad when I’m not by his side. If I could, I wouldn’t even leave him for the night” Your tears weren’t stopping and you were just trying to breathe through them. “I want to be with him all the time”

“Hey hey, calm down,” Jack said and started walking out of the bathroom with you “I’m here, come on”.

He walked you to the room and sat you on the bed as he kneeled in front of you, holding your hands. “I don’t want you to feel like any of this is your fault, It happened, and the most important thing here is that the both of you are alive," he said, as you nodded.

"I feel bad for Grace as well. You're right, I haven't been a good mother to her" you mumbled out

"Hey, I didn't say that. You are the best mother our children could ever wish for," Jack said "I just really think you and Grace should go out today and just hang out, the both of you need it" he got up from the floor and sat down on the bed next to you, your hands still tangled in his.

"Promise you'll call me whenever the doctor has any news?" you wiped the tears from your face and took deep breaths.

"I promise" he pulled you to him and embraced you, planting kisses on your head "I love you" he mumbled with his lips pressed to your head.

"I love you too" you looked up at him and reached for a kiss.

You stayed like that for a few minutes before you both got up. You went to pick Grace up and Jack went to the hospital, promising you he'd send you lots of pictures.

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Soooo next chapter will be bringing baby boy home!!! Yeeiy

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

Thank you to my sissy @middlechild404 for the ideas in this one!!

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lilminchii · 11 months

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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.

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halfmoondaze · 1 year

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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!

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middlechild404 · 1 year

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Masterlist:

Coming home - Part 1

Coming Home - Part 2

Learning Anatomy

Taking care of sick Jack

Flying over the Atlantic

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segredosjogados · 2 years

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City of Saints

I wrote this one with Urban a while ago and never actually posted it. I hope you like it!

Story: Urban and you met at a party, you danced together. Now you're sharing a blunt and philosophical tales on this huge hotel room balcony and things get heated. It is long! Warnings: smut. I said I don't write smuts but with this one I had to go for it. I actually write some but I don't post them 'cause I'm not that comfortable to post. Anyways, feedbacks are appreciated.

You were sitting with your legs crossed, trying to hide everything possible. You were wearing a long black silky dress with a long slit that went till your thigh with a pair of white Nike shoes you customized. You knew exactly how you got into that balcony, sitting next to a curly blonde haired guy with some sparse beard and a chill voice.

Some hours ago you were at a party your friends dragged you to. You liked parties, but becoming more of an adult you preferred doing other things, like going to bars with good live music and sitting down, drinking some beers, talking to people in a normal tone instead of going to crowded pubs with so many young people and loud music, and very expensive beers. You and your girls took a lot of tequila shots to start the party. Being a experienced drunker from college, you didn't get much affected by the alcohol. Your girl friends, tho, got crazy and started partying harder than ever. The theme was 2000's hip hop, your favorite kind of music. The DJ played anything from Nelly to Soulja Boy.

At one moment, you ran out of beer and decided to go for another bottle. The tequilas didn't have much of an effect on you and to be very honest drinking beers slowly was way better than taking tequila shots. You told your girls you were going to the bar on your own and that they shouldn't be worried because you knew how to take of yourself. You just asked them to stay exactly where they were and not simply disappear with any man that talked to them.

Because that was always it. You were not the most interesting to look at from your girls group. At least that was you have always thought. Every party, the guys shot their shots on them like crazy, they never came to talk to you. You were always left behind. Even though you wanted to enjoy the parties, it was hard when even though you were dressing nicely, being tall, some nice tattoos, the guys just didn't approach you like they did with the girls. That's the reason why you sometimes would rather stay home or just go to a bar with friends you could actually talk to.

When you approached the bar, Hot in Herre by Nelly started playing and being a lover of this song, you naturally started moving your hips.

"Hey! Another bottle of Budweiser, please!" you shouted to the barman. He nodded from afar.

"Another one?" a voice from your side said. You scoffed.

"Excuse you?" you said with a sarcastic tone.

"Sorry, ma, didn't mean to be invasive. I've been watching you the whole night, but it seemed that I could never get an alone moment with you. Yet, here we ar. I'm Urban by the way" the curly haired guy started. He was wearing a silky white shirt highlighting his muscles. You couldn't help but notice. Also you noticed a tattoo on his right arm. He looked at with fiery eyes like he was looking for something to talk about but mesmerized with your figure.

"I'm Y/N. Did you... hum..." you started, now grabbing your bottle of Bud. He snapped back from his moment.

"I mean... it's hot in here, you know" he paraphrased the song. You laughed. That one was good. He laughed too like he got you.

This moment Low by T-Pain and Flo Rida started playing loudly. It was one of your favorite songs growing up so you felt the urge to go back to the dance floor.

"You wanna dance with me? That's my jam!" you said, holding his hand and dragging him to the dancefloor. You had never done it before. Having this attitude to a guy? Never! Maybe the tequila got you after all because you felt careless and free enough to dance, move your hips and involve a guy on your spell like that. However, he clearly didn't know how to dance. You were having fun. "The whites don't know how to dance, damn" you thought while trying to get him to follow your moves.

"I mean, ma... we can get somewhere more reserved you know..." he said to your ear. You agreed, but...

"I need to tell my girls, I left them somewhere on the dance floor and I cannot simply go anywhere with you and not tell them." you said. He nodded, a little upset but had a better idea.

"Let's all get to the VIP area with me. I just left there because I needed a chance to talk to you, ma. I cannot blow this up" he affirmed. You laughed. Who would ever leave their VIP area to come talk to you? This might be a prank. Yes, of course. Of course it was. Look at him, look at you. You've been in this position before. A group of guys from high school did it to you. They knew you had a huge crush on a guy one year older than you, from the other classroom, and they made up a whole scene to drag you to him then to just say it was a joke and that no one would ever fall in love with a nerd meat ball like you. Since this day, not matter how many therapy sessions you've had, it always came back to your mind. You let the insecurities fill you so you looked at him and decided to be as clear as possible.

"If it's a goddamn prank or joke that you're doing with me, just tell it right away coz I ain't entertaining no bullshit tonight, you feel me?" you snapped. He looked at you confused.

"Ma, what the fuck? This ain't high school" he replied. You took a deep breath. "Ay, you're cute and all why are you being rude?" he asked. You came back to reality. This is not really high school and you're an adult with a full time job, a degree, paying for your own crib, your car and traveling the world when you can. Tonight was no different. The girls and you had this trip planned for a long time and even though you had to work remotely while traveling, you were happy, relishing, glowing and becoming the woman you were meant to be. Why let those insecurities get you.

"Yeah, hum... can you help me find them? One of them is as tall as me and has the same curly brown hair and the other one has straight blonde hair. They're here where I left them, I suppose." you said. He smiled.

"Yeah."

Then you held hands and started searching for them. He eventually changed from holding your hands to holding your hips from behind. You were scouting through the crowd until you saw your girls duo dancing together to what was Whatever you like by TI.

"Girlies!" you shouted. They looked at you and at the blonde guy and their jaws dropped.

"Ayy, so you're telling us to not get any man when you yourself get this guy?" one of them joked. You rolled your eyes.

"Well, Maria* and Alana*, this is Urban" you introduced him to them, barely knowing him actually. "He's inviting us to the VIP section, let's just fucking go!" you shouted to what was very strange to your friends since they've never seen you hype that much at a party.

You were very much sober to be honest. You were just on a high of a man finding you attractive for the first time in years. At least you could have some advantage like kissing and doing something more. So, it's a win-win situationship.

You all went to the VIP section. Urban led you holding your hand all the time and looking behind all the time to check on you. You were all the time jamming to the songs, trying to dance your way and drinking your Bud. He laughed a lot of times thinking how gorgeous you were and how your personality kind of matched his - he just didn't have the opportunity to show how opened up he got when he drank too.

In the VIP section, everybody greeted everybody. You met Urban's best friend, Jack Harlow, a rising rapper doing a concert at the city you were.

"Oh, damn, you're gonna perform tomorrow? We'll be at the festival!" You yelled. The girls found him magical. They were taking turns to see who would get his attention more. You focused totally on Urban.

"So, what do you do for a living?" he asked you.

"Is this a job interview?" you talked back. He scoffed. You smiled. Then answered. "I'm a mechanical engineer."

"Damn, and what do you do? Like cars, do you fix cars?" he asked. You noticed him opening a bottle of Corona. He gave this one to you, opened another and drank half of it like it was a shot of tequila.

"No, I actually work with automation, robots . I work at a company in three different cities so sometimes I'm in my hometown, sometimes I'm in Milan and other times in London. It's a crazy schedule." you answered with a proud look.

He felt mesmerized by you. Not only you were beautiful, you were also smart and independent. "What about you?" she asked.

"I'm Jack's photographer and I'm a photographer in general" he answered, also looking proud of his job. You smiled.

"That's so cool! I wish I could work with something more artistic, you know? I love drawing and painting, my bedroom is full of paintings, my drawings, it's like my personal art gallery. But I got stuck on this more of a rational work, like numbers, meetings with these old white men that think they know it all about technology... I mean... oh shit... I don't wanna bum you out with my complaints about my job. I actually like it, I love it yeah. It's just it must be fun to go around and take photos of your best friend and travel countries... oh shit sorry" you finished saying, embarrassed by how much you were talking. Damn, alcohol!

"Don't feel sorry for talking about it. Sometimes it's actually hard to do this job, but I love it to its core. And I draw too." he started saying. Your face lighted up and you kept drinking the beer as he did to.

You kept talking a lot during the night, switching from dancing to some jams, talking again about random stuff like traveling, brands of beer, sneakers, music, growing up... it seemed endless.

"So, we're heading back to the hotel and get it more chill" Jack got closer to tell the two of you. "The girls are excited to come, so I'll have my moment" he said nonchalantly. You looked at them with your mouth open. It's not that you were not having your moment yourself - by this time, you were sitting on Urban's lap, drinking and laughing. His hand was on your bare left thigh, tracing circles on your tattoos, sometimes coming to kiss your neck when you said something really funny.

Your friends looked at you begging for you to go too. Generally, you'd be the one being careful and responsible. But you wanted to spend more time with Urban so you agreed and you left the club through the back door.

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The hotel room was more of an apartment than a room. It was on the top floor of one of the most expensive hotels in town. The balcony was enormous, giving a view from the city from its more urbanized area to the mountains. You immediately went there to enjoy the view and breathe some fresh air. You alerted your friends that you'd be eyeing them all the time and that you girls should leave in about half an hour, nothing more than that. Your phone had the location shared with your best friend from work so you told her briefly about the situation which she responded quickly "have some fun once in a life, Y/N? Not everything's work!" you sent a heart emoji to her.

You sat down on the balcony floor still holding a bottle of beer. Urban came by and brought another one for you while he was holding his one. He sat close to you, always with his hand on your thigh, circling and tracing your tattoos, sending shivers to your spine.

"Are you enjoying the city so far?" you asked.

"We arrived last night. But, I'm enjoying more now that I'm with you" he charmed. You laughed and took a long sip of your beer. Urban proceeded, then, to light a blunt. You fitted how his lips held the joint, how his hands were so muscled, how his eyes fixed into the fire coming from the lighter. He noticed it and passed the blunt to you.

"You look really sexy smoking..." he said. You looked at him and passed the blunt back.

"So do you..." you replied.

The night was getting cold and it was making you have goosebumps every time a strong wind hit the balcony. You felt your nipples harden to the coldness. Your nipple piercing started to show more through the silk of your dress.

"What did you say about that owl tattoo?" Urban asked. You tossed your head to the side.

"I don't wanna talk about this one... this is the only one I didn't explain the meaning and it'll be kept like that" you replied. He threw his hands up in a sign of giving up. He restarted making circles on your thighs tattoos. "Do you plan to get more tatts?" you asked.

"Yeah, sure, when you're not good looking, you have to cover your body with tattoos so you can have something nice to look at.".

"What? Don't come with this to me. You're a very handsome man, no cap, no cap! You don't even look like the type that self depreciates themselves. Leave that to me. Why do you think I have these many tattoos?"

"Because you were already too pretty and decided to become prettier and enchant every man on Earth" he replied. You laughed. He knew how to get to you.

"Absolutely right, Urban" you said, this time moving up to sit on his lap, so you were on the floor, face to face, with your legs fitting his hips, only the fabric of your panties separating your insides from his. He took a deep one on the blunt and left the smoke all on your mouth, that you opened just for that. The look of you with your eyes closed getting high to and with Urban was enough to turn him on. He felt something different that time. He didn't want to make out with you, then lead to the bedroom like the other girls, he wanted to enjoy every moment, to feel every single inch of your skin, to dive deep into your thoughts like an endless jump in the dark right into the ocean. Your skin was warm, glowy and soft. Your hands reached his neck, going up and down, while he had one of his hands on your bum and the other still holding the joint. Sometimes, it was your turn to have it, sometimes it was his. The world around you seemed so silent. Only the sound of the wind sometimes came around, making your skin shiver. Once the blunt was over, Urban decided to "smoke" your neck, sucking some spots, breathing your scent. You let some moans scape to the feeling of his soft lips on your neck. Your hands got lost in his hair, guiding his head to where you wanted him to land his lips on.

He slipped his hands to your inner thigh, touching the fabric of your underwear, making you shiver again and your nipple piercing hurt from how hard your nipples were getting.

"Urban..." you whispered into his ear. He stopped. "Continue, please..." you tried to say. He rubbed his sparse beard on your collarbone, making you visualize things. His touch felt like heaven. Feeling that was deserving for you. He seemed to be so caring, so unique.

You used your strength to lie Urban on the floor and get on top of him. His eyes were red because of the blunt and maybe yours were too. He closed his eyes when you caressed his chest and flat tummy under his silky shirt. Your hands were warm despite the weather getting even colder. He felt a twitch on his lower belly going to down and down until where it was meant to be. You felt it under you and had the urge to go down and finally kiss him.

Urban was quick to make the way around and now he was on top of you. He deepened the kiss, switching from your lips to your collarbone, to your jaw, cheeks, making you feel flustered and loosen under him. His hands were up and down your thighs, yours were messing his hair and trying to caress his chest because the feeling was euphoric. You needed him now, you wanted him.

"Ma, you're something else..." he whispered in between kisses. You just nodded, out of words.

"Just... here..." you stated. He opened his eyes and looked directly into you. He smirked. You pulled his face closer for another kiss, as he responded.

"What if someone catches us? Like..." he asked. You played it cool.

"What if they don't? It's 3 in the morning, people are sleeping... ok, so I have an idea. See you in the bathroom in three minutes?" you asked. Urban liked the challenge. Don't knock on the door" you finally said, stood up, fixed your hair a little bit and rushed to the bathroom, not even looking to your friends, Jack and some of other friends of his on the couch all looking at you while you rushed. You closed the door behind you and locked it. Your heart was racing like a Nascar car. You quickly took off your panties. You looked in the mirror. Your make up was a little fucked up, your lipstick was everywhere on your face. When you looked at your phone, it was time for Urban to show up. Three minutes. You unlocked the door. In a matter of seconds he rushed through, and the kiss he gave you was cinematic.

He held you to the sink, opening your legs to fit his hips, kissing you, running his hands up and down your spine while you could not leave his hair. He quickly went for your thighs and realized you had no underwear on. It was enough to get him hard again. You quickly put his pants and boxers down, opening your legs more to fit him in. He quickly grabbed a condom and fitted. He was quick to get inside of you, making you throw your head back in pleasure, moaning his name lowly, loudly, it didn't matter if people would listen. This time, you two had no idea where to kiss anymore, it was just a mess of moans, touches, hands, hair grabbing and whispers here and there. Sometimes you'd look down to see him coming in and out your life, hitting like multiple waves in a very agitated ocean. He was sucking your non-pierced nipple when you reached your high, with your legs trembling, you could barely reach the floor. He had reached his too, making you too ease a little but stay stuck on each other's skin like you needed.

"I've..." you started. He rushed to shut your lips with another kiss.

"This was the best I've ever had" you said. He smiled and nodded.

"No one has ever made me feel like this. How am I gonna live without you?" he asked and this moment you two snapped out of your shared moment, because you knew you'd never see each other again even though everything matched: the conversation, the intimacy, the personality. " Let me see you tomorrow... after the show".

"Urban I..." he waited patiently for your answer.

Then you heard noises of glasses shattering outside and you rushed to see what happened because you also heard one of your friends voice.

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I have no idea if there will be a part 2.

#urban wyatt #jack harlow #urban wyatt smut #jack harlow smut #urban wyatt concept #urban wyatt imagine #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow concept #jack harlow story

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eddiesblklvr · 2 years

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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 😭

#anon #y’all get on my mfn nerves fr 😭#how tf would you feel if you rarely ever saw a girl that looked like you in a story??#how tf would you feel if people rarely ever used your features to describe the reader or oc in a story??#eddie munson x black!reader #steve harrington x black!reader #jack harlow x black!reader

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mattspoetdepartment · 10 months

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Guys….guys…GUYSSS

#jack harlow #JackHarlowsource story!

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cocainegirlsnblunts · 3 months

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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.

#jackharlowswifey #smoothiesin1991 #jack harlow #jack harlow smut #kali uchis #lovers #love story #jackharlowfanfic #jack harlow series #larry june #cole bennett #madison beer

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jackmanbj · 4 months

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ooo stinka butt🤭

#jack harlow instagram stories

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astroluvr · 2 years

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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."

#college!jack #jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow au #jack harlow fanfiction #jack harlow angst #jack harlow fluff #fanfiction #im not done crafting their story but these blurbs r very fun

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harlowsthetic · 10 months

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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.

Starred Links. Navigation + Masterlist + Prompts + Taglist

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.

#🎤 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩? ╱ 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠.#jack harlow #jack harlow angst #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow one shot #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow story

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jackharloww · 11 months

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Request: Jack bringing you and Grace flowers “just because.”

Grateful for you

"Grace, be careful," you told her as she tried to climb out of her car seat chair by herself. You readjusted Nathaniel on your hips and grabbed her hand as she jumped out of the car.

Nathaniel had a check-up at the doctor's. You went grocery shopping after and then went to pick Grace up from kindergarten, you were now finally home. You had woken up with a headache and now you were absolutely exhausted.

"Mom, where is my candy," Grace asked as she ran to the front door.

"You'll get it soon" you sighed and took out the big grocery bag before walking to the house, unlocking the front door.

Grace took off her shoes and jacket and ran inside. You put Nathaniel down and he immediately started crawling after his sister. You smiled at him, he had just learned how to crawl and his favorite thing to do was follow his big sister.

"Look Nate, pretty flowers" you heard Grace say, making you furrow your eyebrows.

You started walking to where they were and saw a big bouquet of flowers on the living room table, that weren't there when you left this morning. Jack wasn’t home, he had to fly out today and would be gone for a week, he left the house after all of you, so that's probably when he did this.

You had a big smile on your face as you grabbed the note, laughing when you read the last thing he had written.

I'm Grateful for you, love You, Y/N, Grace, and Nathaniel - Love, your sexy husband

"Who are the flowers for mommy?" Grace asked as she inspected the bouquet.

"Well Grace, Daddy bought these for us," you told her and saw how her face lit up even more.

"I love it" she giggled.

"Should we call daddy?" you asked her and received eager nods from her. You grabbed your phone and called Jack on FaceTime, just as you picked Nathaniel up from the floor, resting him in your arms.

Jack answered after a few calls, with an evident smile as he saw you and Nathaniel. "Hi my sexy husband" you laughed

"Hi my beautiful wife, and son" he laughed, "you saw the flowers?"

"We absolutely love them, thank you" you smiled. Grace sat down next to you on the couch and shoved her head into the phone. "Hi daddy," She said loudly.

You gave her the phone and let her speak to her dad as you and Nathaniel got up to pick away the groceries.

Grace came in to the kitchen after a few minutes, “I just wanted to show daddy my candy” she shrugged and looked at you with her big eyes.

“Yeah, sure you did” you smiled and handed her the small bag of candy, before she skipped back to the living room with a big smile, still talking to Jack.

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

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lilminchii · 1 year

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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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halfmoondaze · 1 year

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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.

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middlechild404 · 9 months

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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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