Jack&Urban STAN🫠

18+ ONLY

[itsyagirljaz]

Beanie Jack 😮‍💨🫠

[jackharlowbaby]

Preview: Vacation X Wedding

AN: Jack had to go to the wedding to support Taylor Rooks. Alyssa was doing a Tik Tok of her song "Somebody" and then left to have a mini vacation with her crew.

Jackman was in the middle of picking out a suit with Urban for Taylor's wedding, then Alyssa calls to check on her man.

Alyssa- hey my baby. what's going on?

Jackman- Just picking out a suit with urban for Taylor's wedding. I wish you were here to be my plus one. I miss you.

Alyssa- I know, I wish I was there for the wedding and to be with you. I just got done working with Nemzzz and just dropped another song with Ciara. I'm still working but I finally have sometime to talk to you. I wish I could feel you inside me, but I guess I got to wait till I came back to the states to ride you.

Jackman-I know mamas, I would love that so much. You're working so much and you should take a vacation for a little bit to relax and then come back in time for the wedding.

Alyssa-Babe, I don't think I'm going to make the wedding, but have fun for me and you, Okay.

Jackman-I know babe, just wish you were mine and only mine.

Alyssa- Jackman, I'm yours and always will be, forever and ever, my love

Jackman-love you mamas, Talk to you soon

Alyssa-I love you too, daddy

Urban looks at me with that look like you are whipped. We both know I'm whipped but he dosen't have to say it. Later after we found the suit for the wedding, i get another text from the unknown number

Unknown-We both know that she's going to leave you for me. I'm the best that she ever had and always will be. I'm a better man, boyfriend, and I'm going to be an even better husband than you, if you make it that far

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Tangled in Cuddles

(Jack Harlow x Girlfriend Reader)

Synopsis: Jack can’t get enough of sleepy cuddles and gets excessively clingy

T/W: Jack being super clingy and smothering you with cuddles

A/N: Hope anyone’s still here 🫣

The bedroom was dim, only the warm glow of the bedside lamp illuminating it. The sound of rain tapped against the windows of the Louisville high-rise — the only sound in the room. The whole bedroom smelled like Jack’s cologne — warm, woody, and unequivocally him.

You had just slipped into one of his oversized t-shirts —well, oversized for you— the fabric hanging low on your thighs as you padded barefoot across the carpeted floor. He watched you from the bed, his curls a little messy, his eyes lazy but inviting, luring you in.

“You coming to bed?” he asked, patting the spot beside him.

“I’m here,” you giggled, sliding under the covers.

The moment you did, it was like Jack turned into a human octopus. He immediately wrapped himself around you — arms, legs, everything. One arm draped across your waist, the other tucked beneath your shoulders. His leg hooked over yours, and his entire body molded into yours like he’d been waiting all day to hold you like this.

“Jack,” you giggled, struggling slightly under his weight. “You’re suffocating me,” you lied. I mean, he was indeed suffocating you — but you didn’t care, not one bit.

“That’s exactly what I want,” he murmured into your hair, just behind your ear. “You don’t get to move now. I’ve been thinking about this all day. You’re mine now.”

You turned your head just enough to face him — close and glowing with his boyish smile that reached all the way to his baby blues.

“Cuddling is serious business,” he said, completely straight-faced. “I don’t take it lightly.”

And he didn’t. Every time you shifted or tried to move, he adjusted with you — his grip soft but impossible to escape. You were completely tangled up with him — his arm across your ribs, his thumb drawing lazy circles over them, his hand casually sliding lower under your shirt to rest on your bare lower tummy, his leg anchoring you firmly in place.

“Comfy?” he asked.

“Yes, but you’re so much,” you giggled.

“I know,” he said proudly. “I’m the best at this. Professional cuddler,” he grinned, dead serious.

You rolled your eyes, but the truth was — it was perfect and you knew it. As he finally drifted off to sleep, you could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing, the gentle rise and fall of his chest against your back, his nose and breath buried in your neck like he needed to inhale you to sleep. There was something so safe and warm about it — so intoxicatingly addictive.

When you shifted a little in your sleep, his body instinctively gripped you taut again — his muscles immediately knowing when you moved, and immediately reacting, even in his sleep.

You stayed awake for a few more minutes, just thinking about how lucky you were — his hand draped tightly around your upper arm. Minutes later, you felt his hand —still wrapped snugly around your upper arm— slowly brushing up and down in soft, sleepy strokes — Jack still asleep. You figured his body was just so in tune with yours.

The way he was so effortlessly cute was something you couldn’t handle. Seeing a man this big, tall, strong, and handsome act like a lost puppy around you was adorable — god, it was addictive.

Minutes passed. Then more. He never let go.

His breathing had slowed, his grip seemingly loosening slightly — but when you shifted to grab a glass of water from the nightstand, he groaned and pulled you right back in, eyes still closed.

“Nooo, you can’t go anywhere,” he whined, finally opening his eyes and pouting dramatically.

“Jack…” you chuckled.

“No. I need you right here…” he demanded, mumbling possessively and half-asleep. You gave in.

He wrapped around you again, the two of you immediately falling back asleep. And eventually, your heartbeats synced. Everything else didn’t matter — the storm, the things that sometimes clouded each of your minds, the world outside. None of it mattered. You were just two bodies woven together in the purest form of love.

His fingers traced slow, lazy circles on your tummy, and his voice came out in a whisper. “I sleep better when I’m holdin’ you.”

“You always say that.” You giggled, heart full.

“’Cause it’s true.” He nuzzled into your shoulder with a sleepy pout. “You make everything feel better. I hate fallin’ asleep without you.”

You smirked, flattered. “Your cuddles are my favorite place in the world to be.”

“Really?” hee asked, feigning ignorance, smirking back.

“Oh, absolutely. When you’re cuddling me from behind, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” You let out a small, happy sigh.

He barely managed a reply before sleep began tugging at you both again. And just before you drifted off —fully swaddled in Jack’s excessive, possessive, obsessive cuddles— you heard him murmur something so soft it almost got lost in the peaceful silence.

“I love the way you fit against me, baby.”

“And I love the way you wrap around me,” you softly muttered.

————————————————————————————

Eventually, morning came. The rain had stopped sometime in the early hours, and the only sound now was the slow, steady breathing of the man wrapped around you like he needed you to breathe.

Jack was still asleep, and still holding onto you. You blinked a few times, adjusting to the light, but quickly realized… you couldn’t really move — at all.

Jack had somehow pulled you even closer in his sleep — how was that even possible? His body was curled around yours like you were his favorite teddy bear: one arm hooked tightly under your ribs, the other draped over your chest with his hand tucked under your jaw. His leg had migrated further up and was now practically resting on your hip, heavy and warm.

You tried to shift slightly to get out of bed, hoping not to wake him, but the second you moved, a soft groan rumbled in his throat and his grip tightened.

“Mm-mm,” he mumbled sleepily, face pressed into your neck. “Nooope. Stay here.” My little baby, you thought.

“You’re awake?” you whispered, suppressing a laugh.

“No,” he mumbled, half-asleep and still stubborn. “I’m sleeping. You’re dreaming this conversation. Now shut up and don’t leave me.” You could feel the pout in his voice but you weren’t complaining — you found it completely adorable.

“You’re ridiculous,” you teased, but you felt all warm and fuzzy.

He didn’t answer. He just squeezed you again, his long, thick fingers now tracing lazy, sleepy shapes along your exposed side under the blanket.

After a few minutes, when you thought he’d drifted off again, he spoke — his morning voice thick with sleepy gravel and barely above a whisper.

“You always feel this good in the morning?”

“I’m literally half-crushed right now,” you muttered into the pillow.

He chuckled, soft but smug. “Perfect.”

It wasn’t just that he liked cuddling — it was like he needed it. It was like your body next to his grounded him. The clinginess wasn’t even on purpose anymore, it was instinct.

You tried to stretch your legs, but his knee followed yours, and you had to hold back a chuckle.

You tried to roll over to face him, and he whined like a golden retriever who’d just been moved off the couch.

“Jack!” you laughed, finally facing him. He immediately adjusted his hold.

“I like it like this,” he argued, peeking one eye open. His hair was sticking up wildly, curls everywhere, and his voice was still half-slurred with sleep. “I always wake up clingy. You’re so warm.”

“You’re a furnace.” You chuckled, moving your hands to softly brush your fingers across his abs.

“You love it.” Jack gave you a big, boyish smile, and you swore you’d never been more in love.

“I do.” You sighed contentedly, your body relaxing back into his hold. And just like that, he let out the happiest little sigh, like he was a kid…

His hand slid under your shirt again —not to initiate anything sexual, but just to anchor himself there— palm pressed flat over your stomach like it was his favorite spot on Earth.

After a beat of silence, he added, more awake now but still gentle, “I’m serious, though… it’s crazy how good this feels. You make mornings feel like a dream.”

You leaned in just enough to press a kiss to the bearded underside of his jaw.

Then he kissed your temple. Then your cheek. Then the tip of your nose. Then your lips — the slow, sleepy kind of kiss that doesn’t lead anywhere except right back into each other.

Eventually, when your stomach growled and you once again tried to leave the bed, he let out a dramatic groan and flopped flat onto your back like a human blanket.

You just laughed into the mattress as he said, “Guess we’re never leavin’. Hope you didn’t make plans, baby.”

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[harlowtales]

Jack gets a gift he didn’t want 💍

18 Plus Only - Mature Themes

“You sure you good?” Urban asked looking concerned as he furrowed his brow and adjusted his best friend’s black tie

“Of course. I’m fine. It’s for the best.” Jack said dismissively taking one last look to adjust his suit. “Got dayum I’m a handsome muhfuhka” he said flashing a dimpled grin at his dapper reflection.

“Stupid muhfuhka is more like it.” Urban said under his breath as he made sure he had all the accessories for his camera sorted out for the wedding.

The black suv pulled up already filled with a few of their friends. The mood was a bit heavy in spite of the joyous occasion. “Damn are we headed to a wedding or a funeral?” Jack teased as he turned the volume up on the sound system and started jamming to Donnell Jones. “Man this is me and Taylor’s joint!” He said not realizing how obvious it was to everyone that he was forcing his extra happy mood.

After sitting in heavy New York traffic for what seemed like eternity they reached the private affair to see the bride and groom’s parents from both sides smiling as guests filed in. Taylor’s mom took one look at Jack and made a point of giving him a huge hug that lasted a solid few minutes.

“Whoah what’s all this Mama Rooks?” He said a bit crushed from her intense embrace.

“You ok baby? Anything I can do?” She said lovingly reaching up to fix a curl that decided to do its own thing on the side of his head.

“I’m fine what is everyone on today?” Jack said getting a bit annoyed now. His mother had called that morning and tried to make him feel like he had suffered a huge loss with what everyone thought was his soul mate marrying somebody else by surprise.

By the time Taylor and what most people thought was a casual boyfriend announced their engagement they were set to tie the knot in just 3 months. What people didn’t know is that her lawyer boyfriend locked her in fast so she wouldn’t back out and run to Jack who had broken her heart before.

Jack thought Taylor told him everything and felt betrayed. After an argument and an ugly cry he had to make peace with the situation to keep her in his life. He knew he fumbled her years ago when he was so immature and they just decided to be friends but everyone knew they were like peanut butter and jam.

Jack set his gift for the couple down on the gift table that was now piled high. His phone pinged with a text. It was the bride “Can you come upstairs? I’m in the room just down the hall and to the right.” It said

Jack gulped and contemplated ignoring it. He could get through it if he didn’t have to be alone with her. He delayed answering for about 20mins. Then another ping came in. “Hey stink stink, tryna reach you. Come upstairs.” It read. He had to go. It would be obvious if he didn’t. He excused himself from his table and made his way up the stairs of the venue. The door was already cracked a bit open. The air smelled like her favourite perfume and he could hear her humming an old Whitney Huston song as she fixed a pin in her sophisticated vintage hairstyle.

“Hey stink stink!” She said enthusiastically and wrapped her arms around him.

“What’s up with you? You look…um…you look gorgeous” Jack said taken aback by her beauty as he had been on many occasions.

“We decided to give our closest friends special gifts and I wanted to give you yours in private.” She said grinning from ear to ear

“We…wow already sharing a brain with this guy.” Jack said sarcastically

“Oh stop you play too much.” Taylor said playfully hitting him. “Open it!” She said in that adorable child-like way she had when she got excited.

Jack took the box from her perfectly manicured hands and slowly started untying the tiny bow. “Oh shit Tay!” He exclaimed. It was a friendship ring he had bought her years ago “just in case”.

“I wanted you to have it. It doesn’t feel quite right to keep it anymore.” Her voice trailed off with the memory now so far in the rearview as she fidgeted with her engagement ring.

“Um thanks” Jack said a bit glumly

“Jackman you don’t like it. Shane was right.” She said biting her nails

“Don’t bite your nails pook pook it’s your big day.” Jack said taking hold of her hands. “Listen to me you’re doing the right thing. I don’t have my shit together and I don’t know when I will.” He sighed deeply. “Everyone knows this should’ve been our day including your man. I let you down.”

“Jack I love you and I always will. Shane’s a good man.” Taylor said trying not to look him in his baby blues

“A stable man you mean.” Jack said turning away and looking out the window at all the guests still pouring in.

“Why didn’t you bring a date?” She asked

“I did I brought Urban.” Jack said chuckling

“No silly I mean…why didn’t you bring her. You brought her to Derby. She met the family. How are you two doing?” Taylor asked

“You know me. We’re having fun. This wasn’t the place for her. I needed to be by myself today.” Jack said touching Taylor’s face gently

“Jack I…um I…oh boy we should head down.” She said nervously

“Of course pook whatever you want I’ll do. I wish you all the best in this world.” Jack said wistfully pecking her on the forehead. He didn’t know it would be this hard. He let her go ahead of him and stayed behind awhile toying with the ring. He didn’t want Sophia to see it and ask questions so he flushed it down the toilet and watched it spiral until it disappeared like his hopes of ever finding a girl like Taylor ever again.

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[earthtoharlow]

Hit The Lights

3rd installment of the Flashing Lights series, must read Flashing Lights & Don't Like The Lights first to understand

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8. Home Again

Jack unlocks the door and the moment they stepped inside, London let out a squeal and ran straight toward her basket of stuffed animals by the couch. Noah trailed behind her with his blanket dragging on the floor, his thumb already in his mouth.

Maryse dropped her bag by the entryway and looked around their Kentucky home—still a little messy, still scattered with toys but it felt like peace.

Jack stood in the doorway a moment longer, letting it hit him. The quiet. The way the late afternoon light fell through the windows. The weight he hadn’t realized he’d been carrying in New York suddenly slipping off his shoulders.

This was home. For all of them.

Later that night, after the twins were bathed and snuggled in their beds, Jack found Maryse sitting at the kitchen table, sipping tea and looking over her calendar. He walked over, wrapped his arms around her from behind, and kissed her cheek.

“We really made it back,” he murmured.

She smiled. “Told you we would.”

They sat down together and looked at the week ahead “I still need to be in New York sometimes,” Jack admitted gently. “There’s a few studios I’ve been working out of, and some stuff I need to finish with the label. But…” He tapped the table with his finger. “I was thinking. I only stay three days max. Monday to Wednesday. That’s it. Everything else I do here.”

Maryse raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”

He nodded. “I’m sure. And a lot of what I need to do, I can do from here. I’ve been sleeping on our home studio. I’ve got enough gear in there to make a full album.” He smiled a little. “Plus, I like it better when you’re in the next room.”

She chuckled. “Good save.”

“We’ll set a routine,” he went on. “I leave Monday morning after breakfast, I’m back by bedtime Wednesday night. FaceTime every night with the twins. Maybe my mom can stay when I’m gone if it makes it easier.”

Maryse leaned back in her chair, visibly more relaxed. “That sounds doable.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “I think that works for all of us.”

***

Jack sat in the home studio’s worn leather chair, a pencil tucked behind his ear, scribbling lines in a notebook with one hand while balancing his phone between his shoulder and cheek.

“Yeah, yeah—drop that second hook back in after the bridge. I want to experiment with the reverb on the vocals, maybe lean into that distorted echo we played with last time…”

Nickie Jon laughed on the other end. “You in a real groove right now, huh?”

Jack looked around. The walls still had Maryse’s post-its from her last album. Lyrics, notes, a tiny drawing London had done in crayon. The smell of incense she always burned still lingered in the corner. For a second, Jack smiled to himself.

He’d forgotten how much he loved being in this room.

“Yeah, man,” he said. “It’s been a minute, but I’m back in my zone.”

Just then, a soft knock hit the cracked door. Jack turned to see Noah peeking his curly head in, pacifier dangling from his mouth. London stood just behind him, holding a stuffed giraffe, eyes locked on her dad.

Jack grinned. “Hey,” he mouthed.

London pushed the door wider and marched in like she owned the place. Noah toddled after her, and both of them made a beeline for Jack’s lap.

“Hold up,” Jack told the phone. “The bosses just walked in.”

“Twins?”

“Yeah,” he said with a quiet chuckle. “Give me two sec—”

London climbed up onto his thigh and held his cheeks in her little hands like she wanted him to know this was the important part of his day.

Jack looked at his kids, then at the notebook, then back to the phone.

“I’ll be back,” he told him.

But as Noah wrapped his arms around his neck and London leaned against his chest, Jack knew he wouldn’t.

Maryse stood in the kitchen rinsing dishes, the soft clinking of plates echoing in the otherwise silent house. For a split second, she paused, eyes narrowing. It had been quiet—too quiet—for the last few minutes.

She dried her hands, listening.

No babbling. No footsteps. Just stillness.

Which, as any mother of toddlers knew, usually meant one thing: they were definitely doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing.

She wiped her hands on a towel, already calling out as she rounded the hallway.

“Jack? What are they—”

Her voice softened the moment she peeked through the slightly cracked studio door.

London was nestled in Jack’s lap, gently pressing buttons on the unused soundboard like she knew what she was doing. Noah sat sideways across his dad’s legs, half-asleep, holding Jack’s phone and chewing on the case. Jack had his arms wrapped loosely around both of them, rocking the chair just slightly, his notebook forgotten on the desk beside them.

He looked up at her with a sheepish grin.

“Hey,” he whispered. “They staged a takeover.”

Maryse leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed and smiling. “Uh huh. And here I thought it was quiet because someone was being productive.”

Jack shrugged. “They are helping with the next album.”

London looked up and proudly pressed one of the knobs. The speakers let out a tiny, satisfying bloop.

Maryse raised a brow. “Right. Genius producers in the making.”

“Exactly,” Jack grinned. Then, after a second, his voice dropped a little more sincere. “Thanks for letting me have this. I didn’t realize how much I missed it.”

“You needed it,” Maryse said softly. “We just needed you too.”

He looked down at the twins, then back at her. “I’m figuring out how to do both.”

She walked over, leaned down, and kissed his forehead. “You already are.”

And with that, she left the three of them in the studio, the door left slightly ajar to let the peace spill out into the rest of the house.

In the hum of the room, with his babies in his lap and music surrounding them, Jack was happy he found his way back home.

***

After a few days in New York, long enough to miss bedtime kisses, sticky twin hugs, and Maryse’s quiet presence next to him in bed, Jack was back in the space that felt like breathing.

It was morning evening when he dropped his bags in the hallway, kicked off his sneakers, and collapsed into the living room. The twins were off playing with a toy drum set Uncle Urban got them. The house smelled like shea butter and something faintly sweet — something her.

Maryse sat on the couch with her legs crossed, dressed down in a tank top and soft shorts, her curls tied up and her face bare, glowing like she always did when she wasn’t even trying.

“Come here,” she said, patting the floor between her legs.

He didn’t question it. Jack sank to the floor with a familiar exhale and leaned back against her, head settling comfortably against her stomach. Maryse reached for her products, already unscrewing a jar of curl cream and combing her fingers through his hair.

He sighed a little. “Missed this.”

“Yeah, well, your hair missed me too,” Maryse said under her breath, parting strands with gentle but determined fingers. “You keep getting it cut too short. Your curls are starting to look like they’re on life support.”

Jack smiled to himself, eyes closed, letting her fuss. He loved it when she fussed. Not because she was scolding him — though she always claimed she was -- but because it meant her hands were in his hair, her voice was close to his ear, and her presence was wrapped around him like a second skin.

“You don’t deep condition like I told you,” she went on. “You shampoo and think you’re doing something. You’re not.”

He chuckled. “Damn, say it with your chest, baby.”

“I am.”

Her nails gently scratched along his scalp, working the cream in. She wasn’t being rough — she never was, but she meant every word. Jack tilted his head back a little and looked up at her with a lazy grin.

“You really love fussing over me, huh?”

Maryse narrowed her eyes and gave a pointed tug at a stubborn curl near his temple. “Someone has to.”

He didn’t argue. He just closed his eyes again and let her continue, letting her voice and touch drown out the outside world. There was something sacred about the way she handled him in these moments — not fragile, but full of care. Like even the simplest gestures said, I’ve got you. You’re mine.

“You should let it grow again,” she murmured, brushing through a coil. “Get the wild curls back or the mullet.”

Jack smirked. “You mean the mullet that you threatened to break up with me over?”

Maryse laughed softly. “Well. Yes.”

“I’ll grow it out,” he said, his voice low and content. “Promise.”

She leaned forward and kissed the top of his head, the touch feather-light but full of meaning.

That night, after the twins had finally surrendered to sleep and the house had gone quiet except for the hum of the ceiling fan and the low rustle of sheets, Maryse climbed into bed already knowing Jack wouldn’t last long.

He’d had a week. A few late nights in the studio, back-and-forth flights, promo calls — and then today, full-blown Dad Mode from breakfast to bath time. She watched him move through the house like he was chasing the last bits of his energy, pouring everything he had into the twins’ laughter, into their routine. Into them.

Now, they were both freshly showered, the lamp casting a soft golden glow across the room as Jack climbed in beside her. He didn’t even bother getting under the covers. Just flopped down right on top of her with a deep, wordless groan.

She laughed, breath catching slightly as his full weight settled across her chest and stomach. His arm slipped around her, and he nosed into her neck like she was his pillow.

“Jack,” she wheezed, half-laughing. “I can’t breathe.”

“Mmm,” he hummed sleepily, pressing a lazy kiss to her collarbone, “you’re fine. You like it.”

She didn’t argue.

Because she did.

It was like a weighted blanket, overwhelming and grounding all at once. His warmth, his scent, the way he melted into her like he needed the contact as much as she did. She wrapped one arm around his shoulders, the other brushing through the curls she’d just restored earlier that evening.

He shifted slightly and kissed her neck again, this time slower, softer. Not looking for anything, just being. Then he settled his face there, against the curve of her skin, and exhaled like he was finally home.

Maryse closed her eyes and sighed, her hand still in his hair, her body pinned but comforted.

“You’re heavy,” she murmured.

Jack didn’t move. “You’re warm.”

And that was it.

A few minutes later, his breathing evened out. Fully asleep, dead weight on top of her, out like a light.

She stayed still, letting her fingers continue their slow rhythm through his hair.

Tired as she was, she didn’t mind. These quiet moments, him snoring softly into her neck, her hand resting on his back, the kids down the hall sleeping soundly. This was what peace looked like now.

She smiled to herself in the dark.

Even if she couldn’t move, even if she was slightly suffocating. She wouldn’t have it any other way.

He was hers.

And she was his.

Even when he slept like a human boulder.

Especially then.

AN: just a peaceful chapter before things or someone from the past decides to ruin the peace lolz :)

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── ۶ৎ MORE THAN FRIENDS .ᐟ

꣑ꦌ jack harlow x fem!bsf!reader ৴ LENGTH 2.2k

DESCRIPTION when you notice your feelings about him, you start to worry about the outcomes when it comes to telling him.

CONTENT fluff ꣑ nervous!reader ꣑ flashback (bold/italic) ꣑ some angst ꣑ happy ending.

THOUGHTS this is a repost from my jack harlow blog, i love writing bsf!reader, i really should write more of it.

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YOU HAVE KNOWN JACK FOR A LONG TIME NOW, he even manage to become one of your best friends. You love hanging out with him, he’s fun to be around since he always put a smile on your face. Lately, the hangouts became different, they no longer felt like they used to. You thought you were just overthinking it but the more you hung out together, the more you started realizing your feelings for him slightly changing and they weren’t platonic. 

Best friends aren’t supposed to feel for each other, right? That’s what you keep telling yourself to deny your feelings but the way he looks at you like you’re the only girl in the world, the way his smile brightens up the room, or the way he says your name, or maybe it was valentines day that put things in perspective for you, you always remember it so clearly.

You set up the movie you plan on watching and make your way to the kitchen. You hum a little tune as you open the freezer taking out your favorite ice cream and a spoon to eat it with.

“Another valentines day alone…” You let out a sigh. You gave up on the dating sites, the guys on there never gave you the laugh you had whenever Jack is around. As you were about to open the ice cream, you heard a knock at your door.

“Who can that be?” you question, putting the ice cream on the counter and make your way to the door. You open the door and see Jack leaning against the door frame in a white tank top, grey sweatpants, and new balances on his feet. When he sees you, the smile that always gives you butterflies in your stomach appears on his face. 

“Jack, what are you doing here?” you ask, looking up to make eye contact with him. “Well it’s Valentine's Day and I couldn’t have you spend it alone,” he responds, revealing what he have behind his back, a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

You take it from him and sniff it as your face begins to heat up and a flustered smile makes its appearance on your face. “These are beautiful, thank you, come in.” You step aside and he walks in. You take a deep breath before closing the door and walk up behind him.

“I thought a busy guy like you would already have plans with other girls?” you comment, as you walk to the kitchen grabbing a vase and filling it with water to put the flowers in. 

“Those other girls were not you.” he confesses, when you heard that comment, you couldn’t help but swoon as your stomach filled with butterflies and that smile once again show its appearance on your face. “I couldn’t imagine my best friend spending today alone in her pajamas and eating ice cream so I rushed right over to keep you company.” 

The smile disappears from your face as you hear “Best friend”. ‘Cause that’s what I’ll always be to you, right?’ you thought, keeping it to yourself. You didn’t want to question because once you start, you might get hurt in the end. 

That’s the night that made you notice that you didn’t want to be just friends with him anymore but there’s just one problem, you have to admit your feelings to him and you didn’t know how he felt or if it’s possible that he would feel the same way about you. What if he didn’t and your friendship is ruined and you go your separate ways? You didn’t want that but how could you hold all your feelings in?

“What is going on in that pretty mind of yours?” Jack queries with a worried expression on his face as he pauses the movie the two of you, well he was watching. You look from the TV to him contemplating whether you should just tell him and get it over with but you bit down on your lip, wanting to avoid the outcome of what could happen. 

“To be honest, it's—“ you get cut off by a buzz. “Sorry that’s me, hold that thought.” He says, taking out his phone, and when you look at his phone you notice the text is from one of his old hookups and your heart immediately sank. You try focusing on the pause screen in front of you as you fidget with your fingers but your mind started running.

‘Well that surely gave me an answer, what was I thinking?’ you thought, mentally slapping yourself for thinking he could feel romantic feelings for you. You roll your eyes and looks back at Jack after he stood up, shoving his phone into his pocket. “Listen, I’ve got to go handle something, I’ll see you tomorrow?” You didn’t say anything but a nod of your head and he put on his shoes and walks out of your door after sending you one last wave. 

3 weeks later… 

Jack has been very worried about you, he hasn’t heard or seen you since he abruptly left your house. You weren’t answering his calls or his texts and he knows you saw his numerous texts because of the read receipt. 

When he would go over to your house, you were never there. Did he do something wrong? He tried to think of things he did but came up short, there’s no reason for you to be so distant towards him so why were you? “Alright, what’s up with you? You have been absent this whole time.” Urban voices as he watches Jack stare at his phone for the past ten minutes. 

Jack lets out a breath, he didn’t know he was holding. “I haven’t heard from (name) in three weeks, she hasn’t been answering my calls, texts, nothing.” Jack leans back in his chair. “What did you do?”

“That’s the thing, nothing!” Jack immediately stands up, grabbing his car keys. “I’ma drive by her apartment again to see if I catch her this time.” He shoves his phone into his pocket after he sees his text being ignored once again, tired of seeing the read under each unanswered text. “Alright man, keep me posted.” Jack tilts his head up as he and Urban do their handshake and he heads out. 

It took two hours and some change to get to your place and on the way there, Jack thought about what he’s going to say,  thinking of what the outcome of the conversation between you could be. He’s worried because he didn’t want to lose you, you were one of the people he cares most about.

You support him so much throughout his career and were always there for him through thick and thin which made it hard for him not to fall for you throughout the time of your friendship. He did plan on admitting his feelings but he didn’t want to know a life without you in it if you didn’t feel reciprocate feelings for him so he thought it’s best to keep it to himself and try to move on.

When he pulls up on your block, he sees you coming out of your car holding grocery bags, the sight of you already put a smile on his face as he misses being able to be with you in person. 

Jack parks the car right behind yours. You didn’t even have to look in the car to know it’s Jack, you know his car like the back of your hand. Letting out a groan, you continue heading into your apartment building with him hot on your tail catching up with you as you stop to wait for the elevator. “So what, I can’t get a hi or something?”

“Hi,” you respond dryly as the elevator doors open, You step in as soon as the other people clear out and Jack steps in after you. Luckily the sunglasses and hoodie Jack had on, helps him go unnoticed, he presses the number for you as you try to look everywhere but at him, staying silent. “What’s been going on with you?” 

“Nothing much, just been busy.” You give him a dry response, still not giving him the satisfaction of making eye contact. The elevator reaches the fourth level and the doors open, you immediately step out and make your way to your apartment door. Jack was getting a bit pissed off by the dry responses you’re giving him, it wasn’t like you to treat him like this. He needs to know what is wrong and he wasn’t going to leave til this was fixed.

As soon as you open your apartment door and walk in, Jack comes in, closes the door, and takes hold of your wrist pulling you over by the couch. “Jack, what are you doing?” You question as you finally look him in the eyes and see the angry expression on his face. 

“Tell me the truth, what’s wrong?” You let out a sigh, trying to come up with an excuse. “I told you, I’ve been busy,” you respond as you fidget with your thumbs. “Cut the bullshit, I know you’re lying by the way you can’t make eye contact with me.” 

“Why have you been avoiding me?” You inhale deeply as you try to find the words. “Did I do something wrong for you to just up and cut me off?” Butterflies forms in your stomach because you know you have to tell him the truth, too scared of knowing the outcome of this could be horrible but maybe there’s a chance, it’d turn out well. “Tell me so I can-.” 

“I have feelings for you, Jack!” you blurt out, interrupting him in the process and you watch as his facial features turn from a confused expression to a shocked one. “Feelings that can’t seem to go away, no matter what I do!” you spit out not giving him time to put a word in. “I’m not supposed to feel this way about you, you’re my best friend.” You take a moment to breathe before putting a hand to your forehead. “Well ex-best friend now after finding this out.” 

Before you can continue to ramble on, Jack closes the distance between the two of you and captures your soft lips with his. Your eyes widen in shock, your mind taking a bit longer to process what is going on but you finally kissed him back leaning more into his touch as your hands traveled to his arms, his hands found your waist gripping you tightly as he pulls you in closer. 

You’re the first one to pull away, panting as you try to catch your breath, “W…What was that?” you weakly question as you watch a small smirk appear on his lips. “I took my shot,” he laughs earning one from you along with a playful eye roll. Jack takes your hand in his and motions for you to sit. 

Once the two of you sit on the couch, Jack immediately pulls you closer to him so that your legs were touching and you couldn't help the flustered smile spread across your cheeks. “Why would you think that I’d stop talking to you?” 

“Why not just tell me?” Jack places his hand on your thigh, rubbing it a bit as he waits for your response. “Because, I was afraid you wouldn’t like me back, that you saw me just as a friend.” you answer, looking away from him but Jack brings up his hand and gently moved your face so you could look him in the eyes. “How could I not like you more than a friend?” He smiles.

“You supported me throughout my entire career, always been there for me when times were tough, and just in case you didn’t know you’re very hot.” You laugh at his response. 

“I feel the same way about you,” you spoke as you place your hand on top of his hand that is on your thigh. “Where do we go from here?” you query and Jack snake his arm around your waist and gives you a small peck on your cheek. “Well, I want to take you out on a date, I think we’d make a cute couple.”

“I think so too,” you reply with a huge smile on your face. “Jack?” You begin to ask and he answers with a small ‘hm” “When did you know you liked me?” When Jack hears your question, he smiles as if he already knows the answer, not having to think about it too long. ”It was Valentine's Day, the night I came over here.” Your eyes widen in shock at his answer. 

“When I saw you after you opened the door and the way your face lit up when I handed you the flowers, I knew that no other girl could hold a candle to you.” Jack voice as he kept eye contact with you. “No other girl could bring me happiness like you, I guess you hold the key to my heart permanently.” he chuckles, earning one from you as well. “That was the same night,  I realized as well,”

“How about we recreate that night?” Jack comments while he stands up. “Let’s watch movies, order some food, and some ice cream. We can’t forget that,” he states with a smile on his face and all you can do is smile as you reminisce on the old memory but it is different now, this time, he is yours and couldn’t be any happier to start your new relationship.

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── ۶ৎ CRAVING HIS TOUCH .ᐟ

꣑ꦌ jack harlow x fem!black!actress!reader ৴ LENGTH 1.6k

DESCRIPTION after you and jack decide to keep your relationship a secret to the public, you try your hardest not to get caught but once you start to crave his touch, things start getting messy.

CONTENT fluff ꣑ public sex ꣑ unprotected sex ꣑ p in v ꣑ a lil dirty talk.

THOUGHTS this is a repost from my jack harlow blog, another one of my favorites.

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“GIRL, ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?”

"Yes," you lie through your teeth. 

The award show you are at is the last thing on your mind; sure you’re glad to be nominated for the best actress award and other categories but as much as you love your friends company, you weren't sitting next to the one person that makes you smile.

Jack and you decided it’s best for the both of you to sit at separate tables so people didn't suspect that you two were a couple and now you’re regretting that idea. 

You’re missing his touch, if you were sitting together now, he probably would have had his hand caressing your thigh under the table while whispering sweet things to you. 

But instead he’s four tables away from you as he sits with his friends and they look deep in conversation so he probably wasn't feeling the same way. 

"Clearly, your mind is somewhere else. What's on your mind?" Solana, your best friend asks, snapping you out of your thoughts, slight worry places on her face. 

"Nothing, just can't wait to reach home and lay in my bed," you say, biting your bottom lip nervously not sure if she’s going to believe your lie. 

You hate lying to your best friend, one can only think how upset she will be once she finds out what you have been hiding your relationship from her. 

A secret relationship meant no one knowing about your relationship with Jack. It was your idea to start one as you didn't want the world in your business; with the shaderoom documenting every part of your life, you want to keep the peace of your love life. 

What if you and Jack don’t work out, the world would be in the front row seats, watching your relationship fail and you didn't want that.

Then sometimes the paparazzi and the fans won’t give celebrities a chance to enjoy their life so them not knowing gives the two of you a chance to enjoy your relationship in peace and quiet without anyone input which is another problem with being a celebrity.

Solana eyebrows furrows together as she didn’t believe it but before she gets to open her mouth to rebuttal, an announcer starts speaking and you let out a relief sigh. 

“And the best actress award goes to…” they begun as they open the envelope. 

Your friends that surrounds you grab your hands, squeezing it tight and you smile heavy as you await the response. 

“(First name, Last name)!” the announcer exclaims as the audience starts cheering; your friends screaming in your ear while the shock displays on your face.

You get up from your chair and make your way to the stage, eyes locking onto Jack's who had the widest smile on his face, making your face heat up. 

You walk up the stairs and hug the two announcers before accepting the award from them. "Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening!" you speak in the mic, trying to calm your racing heart, taking slow breaths. 

"I'm so grateful to my fans, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you guys," you start as you look into the crowd. "Sometimes I be feeling they gas me up too much," you chuckle as the audience laugh. 

"I wanna thank my family for always believing in me, my wonderful friends that support me and show me so much love..." you continue and your eyes land on Jack's once again, you could see how proud he is in his eyes and smile. 

"I want to thank this special person that entered my life unexpectedly, they match my energy and just wanna say thanks for sticking with me," you exclaims as you lock eye contact with him as he discreetly blows a kiss to you before you walk behind stage as the award show goes to commercials. 

You decide to head to the bathroom as you need to collect yourself after that moment, you couldn't believe you actually won. 

You’re so nervous being up on stage as you look out into the audience, everyone staring at you while you make your speech but once you made eye contact with Jack, all the nervousness seem to wash away. 

You keep walking, almost thinking you are lost until all of a sudden, you feel a hand pull you into a room, your senses on high thinking your in danger but as your nose takes a whiff of a familiar cologne, you open your eyes, noticing you are in the bathroom and taking in the sight of your boyfriend standing in front of you, smiling heavy.

“Jack! What the hell?!” You fire out as you punch him in the chest before crossing your arms over your chest. “You scared the shit outta me!”

“Ouch, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says as he rubs his chest. “I just wanted to be close to you.” 

“And congratulate you on your win, you deserve it,” Jack praises as a grin spread across your face as you hug him, taking in his cologne. “Thanks baby.” 

You hold onto him for a bit longer until you are finally able to break the hug. “I missed you too by the way, the whole show you were on my mind,” you admit as your eyes lock onto his lips before returning back to his eyes, Jack notices as he leans in and claims your lips. 

A small moan escapes your mouth as your tongues dangle together, gripping each other tight — the two of you been anticipating a moment like this to get your hands on each other and you didn’t want it end so soon. 

“How about you lock the door and physically congratulate me?,” you smirk, pulling away from the kiss, pulling on his tie seductively. Jack flashes his famous smiles at you before locking the door and you pull up your dress revealing your bare pussy to him. 

“No panties? I think you planned for this exact moment,” Jack comment as he hoists you up on the counter briefly before unbuckling his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down; immediately lining up his cock with your entrance with how wet you are, he would slide right in with no problem.

"Ahhh... Jack, please hurry..." you whine, a little impatient having to wait hours without his touch, plus you didn't know how long y'all have before someone wanted to use the bathroom. 

Jack nodded his head in response briefly before sliding into your throbbing hole. "Fuck..." he groans, once he’s all the way inside you, starting at a slow pace, gently moving his hips in and out.

Soft moans exit your mouth as you hold onto him, he watches how his cock disappears and reappears even more wet than before. His grip on you becomes tighter as he changes the pace he’s going at, plunging in and out of you and you try so hard to hold back the moans that want to escape so it wouldn’t attract attention. 

You run your fingers through his hair before gripping on it softly as continues his torture on your cunt. “Shit…” you curse under your breath, trying to catch your breath but every thrust knocks it back out of you. 

“You feel s’good babe,” he groans as he feel your gummy walls tighten around his length, knowing you are close and he wasn’t far behind you. 

The thrill of getting caught excited Jack, he’s been wanting to show you out as his, scream to the rooftop of how he had an amazing girlfriend.

He focuses on making you feel every inch of him, loving the way you grip on his hair, loving how your core sucks him in, his favorite sound coming out your mouth. 

“Jack… I’m coming…” you cries out as your cunt flutter around his cock as the coil in your stomach snaps. Jack gives you four more strokes before releasing his hot seed deep inside you, groaning as he intertwining his lips with yours as you ride your highs together. 

“Wow,” he pants as the both of you try to catch your breathes. “Baby, I don’t think I can handle going back to sitting apart from you, how about we go home?” You offer with a smile, hoping he say yes. 

“Hm, can’t keep your hands off me, huh?” he taunts and you shove him playfully. “Oh shut up.”

“Yes we can go home but we got to be careful in not getting caught,” he chuckles as he sets you down on your feet and you both fix yourselves as best as you could. 

“Ladies first,” Jack comments while you make sure your appearance is good and you smile, giving him a quick kiss on his lips before walking out the bathroom, giggling a bit of what the two of you had done. 

You walk outside the building onto the red carpet and quickly look around seeing no one in sight, smiling from ear to ear as you make your way to your car, the driver opening your door for you. “Thank you,” you smile at him as you get in the backseat.

Jack waits until after your car drove off to step outside, he’s so eager to get home that he forgets to fix his hair and tie. He gets into his car quickly, manspreading in the seat as he recalled what happened in the bathroom and he couldn’t wait to get home to start a round two. 

The two of you thought you are lucky enough not to get caught leaving the award show early but unknown to you two, there was a photographer outside that did caught a pic of the two of you leaving, thinking that the shaderoom and the rest of the world will want to know this information he came upon.

shaderoom posted two seconds ago: while celebrities is enjoying the award show, Jack Harlow and (name) (last name) were seen fleeing the scene, why did they leave so early, why didn’t they go to the after party and what happened to Jack’s appearance?

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[aquaholicsanonymousworld-deacti]

heyyy

i recently found your account and I’m obsessed. If you’re still taking requests I had this idea of maybe the reader being friends with Jack Harlow but they secretly like each other and then the reader does a performance at say the met gala and he comes up afterwards and tells her how good it was and how they should hang out more?

idk if this makes sense, just an idea lol

yayayaya thank you! makes total sense love this!

The Met Gala was a blur of flashbulbs, sequins, and champagne towers. Every corner of the museum buzzed with the careful chaos of celebrity—couture gowns brushing against marble, stylists whispering touch-ups, cameras catching the smallest glance like it was scandal.

You’d barely had time to register your nerves before the music cued and the lights dimmed. The performance was short—three minutes, maybe less—but every second was soaked in intention. You moved like the spotlight belonged to you, voice sharp and sultry, dress catching the light like a flame. It was less about impressing the crowd and more about proving to yourself you could own the room.

And you did.

When it was over, you exited down a side corridor, heart still sprinting, the world a little too loud and too bright. You didn’t expect to see him there—leaning against the wall like it was a casual Tuesday, dressed in all cream, chains catching the glow from a nearby art installation. Jack Harlow.

He gave you that look—half-smirk, all eyes.

“You killed that,” he said, voice low and warm.

You rolled your eyes, trying not to melt. “You’re just saying that.”

“Nah. You know when someone’s just good?” He tilted his head. “You’re better than that. You’re undeniable.”

You laughed softly, a little thrown off. Jack complimented you all the time—mostly in jokes, teasing remarks, Instagram comments with too many emojis. But this felt different. There was no punchline, no safety net of sarcasm.

“Thanks,” you said, a little breathless still. “I honestly blacked out halfway through.”

He took a step closer, just enough to make your stomach tighten. “We should hang out more.”

You looked up at him, searching his face. “We hang out all the time.”

He shrugged, smile flickering. “Yeah, but always in rooms like this. With a hundred people watching. I’m saying… maybe next time, no audience.”

Your heart thumped—once, loud and clear.

You’d been friends for years. He’d seen you in your sweats, in your heartbreak, at your hungover worst. And still, something about tonight—the way he looked at you after that performance—felt new.

You swallowed. “You mean like—”

“I mean like I’ve wanted to say something for a while,” Jack cut in, voice low, “but I didn’t want to mess up whatever this is between us. You know?”

The music thudded from the other room. The echo of your name still hung in the air, like smoke.

And for the first time in a long time, you let yourself think: maybe this was the moment you stopped pretending.

You smiled. “Then maybe we stop waiting around for someone else to make the first move.”

Jack’s grin deepened. “So that’s a yes?”

You stepped past him, brushing his hand gently as you did.

“Come find me at the afterparty,” you said over your shoulder. “Then we’ll see.”

[earthtoharlow]

Love On Lafayette

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The bell above the shop door gave a lazy jingle, but Lila Carter didn’t look up right away. She was arranging daisy’s into a teacup-sized pot, a soft smudge of soil across her cheek. Lila was trying not to swear in front of the tiny pair of eyes watching her from the floor behind the counter.

“Momma, Cinnabun’s ears ripped again.”

Lila sighed and leaned over the counter just far enough to see her four-year-old daughter, Violet, holding up a battered stuffed rabbit with one ear hanging on by a thread. Again.

“Tell him to hold it together for ten more minutes,” she said, grabbing the needle and thread she kept in the drawer specifically for this purpose. “We’ve had a long morning.”

Violet gave her a dramatic eye roll—far too advanced for a preschooler—and returned to her coloring book, propped up on the floor with a juice box at her side.

It wasn’t ideal. But it was life.

Running a small flower shop in Brooklyn while raising a child alone wasn’t exactly a recipe for luxury. Especially not after Violet’s dad decided the whole fatherhood thing wasn’t quite for him somewhere between “I’m pregnant” and “It’s a girl.”

Lila’s older sister had offered her the spare bedroom in her apartment over the shop, and Lila had taken it without hesitation. Rent was too high, babysitters were too expensive, and Violet’s daycare had shut down six months ago.

So now, the shop was home, work, and a playroom all in one. It was chaos. But it was hers.

The bell jingled again, and this time, Lila looked up.

A man walked in wearing a baseball cap pulled low and sunglasses that didn’t belong indoors. He moved like someone who wasn’t used to being ignored, which immediately made her suspicious.

He took off his sunglasses, paused in front of the succulents, picked up the tiny cactus, and inspected it like he was waiting for it to talk.

“That one’s not technically a flower,” Lila called from behind the counter, needle still in hand. “But points for effort.”

The man glanced over, clearly surprised to be addressed. “Right. Of course. I knew that.”

Lila arched a brow. “Sure you did.”

He looked around, eyes scanning the shelves like he was searching for the meaning of life in a pot of daisies.

“What flower says, ‘I mean well, but I’m a bit of a disaster’?” he asked finally.

Lila froze mid-stitch, she could tell from his accent that he was not a New Yorker. “Sorry?”

“You know,” he said, gesturing vaguely. “Like—‘Hi, I vanished for a few days and maybe forgot your birthday, but I swear I’m not a bad person.’ Something like that.”

She gave him a look. “So… the universal man bouquet.”

He let out a laugh—rich, low, and surprisingly genuine. “Yeah. That sounds about right.”

She walked out from behind the counter, brushing her hands on her apron. “Sunflowers, then. Big, showy, fall over without support. The metaphors built-in.”

As she handed one to him, he noticed the little girl peeking over the edge of the counter with wide, curious eyes.

“Hello,” he said, crouching slightly. “Small creature.”

Violet blinked at him, unimpressed. “Hello, big human.”

He grinned. “Fair enough.”

“That’s Violet,” Lila said, unable to hide her amusement. “And no, she’s not for sale.”

He raised his hands. “Didn’t even ask. But she seems cool.”

Violet turned back to her coloring with an air of dismissal only toddlers could pull off.

The man stood and looked at Lila again—long enough that she finally looked closer, too.

She considered him again. He looked familiar, in a vague, have-we-met-once-at-a-party-you-don’t-remember kind of way. But she chalked it up to him just having one of those faces.

Lila quickly wrapped the sunflowers and handed them to him.

He just offered a smile and a twenty-dollar bill.

“Keep the change,” he said. “This place has good energy.”

And then he was gone, walking back into the city.

Lila turned to Violet, who was watching the door like she half expected him to come back.

“Do we know that man?” Violet asked.

“No, I don’t believe so.” She said, still staring at the door he walked out of.

“He talks funny.”

“You think so?”

Violet picked up her stuffed bunny again. “I liked it.”

And that was that.

But it wouldn’t be the last time he came in.

Not even close.

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A nice little short story, this probably won’t have more than 6 chapters. I already have it all written so 😌 please let me know if you like this because validation makes me post chapters faster 🥰

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[earthtoharlow]

Flashing Lights: Bon Appétit

just a little concept of our cute little family, the twins are 3 in this

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Jack had been on tour for nearly a month—city to city, stage to stage, barely squeezing in sleep between soundchecks and interviews. It was his longest stretch away from home since the twins were born. As much as he missed Maryse, it was the two little voices on the other end of FaceTime that made his heart ache the most.

He and Maryse had agreed before the tour began: the twins were only three, and dragging them across time zones, hopping from hotel to hotel, wasn’t what they wanted for them—at least not yet. So they stayed home with her, and he counted down the days until he could return—not just as an artist, but as Daddy.

Now finally home, Jack was stretched out on the couch with London tucked under one arm and Noah sprawled across his lap, a blanket wrapped around them like a makeshift fort. From the second he stepped through the door, they’d latched onto him like little koalas—talking over each other, waving drawings in his face, insisting he carry them both at once.

And all he could think was how he never wanted to be gone that long again. No stage or screaming crowd could ever compete with this—his family.

The house was a beautiful mess of toddler life: crayons on the floor, snack wrappers in couch cushions, a single shoe somehow in the kitchen. But Jack didn’t care. All he could see was how much bigger they seemed in just a month. And how much louder.

London was mid-rant about a sparkly pink dinosaur who only ate cookies and ruled over a candy kingdom surrounded by a chocolate milk river.

“And then she flew into the clouds and built a cookie castle!” London declared with a serious nod, flipping her wild curls—so much like her mother’s—with dramatic flair, like it was the grand finale.

Noah, snacking on apple slices and trying to climb Jack like a tree, chimed in helpfully, “And she farted glitter!”

Jack blinked. “Glitter?”

“Yup!” Noah said, wide-eyed and completely convinced.

Jack laughed, rubbing his stomach in exaggerated hunger. “Man, y’all are making me so hungry… I could eat two kids right now.”

London gasped and turned to him slowly, hand on her hip, her face full of sass. “Do I look like food to you?”

Jack bit his lip, trying not to laugh.

Noah pointed at her without missing a beat. “Eat London first!”

That did it. Jack burst out laughing, clutching his stomach as both kids grinned like they’d just won something. “Y’all are insane!” he managed between breaths.

London narrowed her eyes at Noah. “You’re a traitor.”

“Sorry,” Noah giggled, not sorry in the slightest.

“I’m telling Mommy!” London declared, sliding off the couch like she was on a mission.

“Me too!” Noah said, scrambling after her.

Tiny feet pounded down the hallway in a chaotic sprint, voices overlapping in urgent cries: “Mommy! Mommy! Daddy’s being crazy again!”

Maryse met the twins just as they barreled toward her, both breathless and talking over each other.

“Mommy! Daddy said he was gonna eat us!” London exclaimed, pointing behind her like she’d barely escaped disaster.

“Yeah!” Noah added, just as serious. “He said two kids! That’s us!”

Maryse crouched down to their level, trying her best to look concerned—though she already had a good idea of what happened. “He said that?”

Both twins nodded furiously.

“Well,” she said, brushing a curl out of London’s face and glancing between them, “Daddy is silly sometimes. But don’t worry…” She pulled them into a hug. “…I won’t let him eat either of you.”

“Promise?” London asked.

“Promise,” Maryse said with a smile. “Even if you two do look good enough to eat.”

That got a giggle out of Noah, and both kids visibly relaxed, their mission to report officially complete.

From the living room, Jack’s laughter echoed, carefree and unbothered. “I said I was hungry!” he called out playfully.

Maryse stood and took each of the twins’ hands. “Come on,” she said with a grin, “let’s go see what Daddy’s really hungry for—probably snacks, not kids.”

As they walked back toward the living room, London leaned toward Noah and whispered, “Maybe we do look like food…”

Jack was already reaching out his arms dramatically as they re-entered. “I knew I smelled something delicious…”

“Daddy, nooo!” they squealed, launching themselves at him again, laughter ringing through the house—the kind that only came from being home. Really home.

Once the giggles and games died down, Maryse glanced at the clock and shot Jack the look—the it’s-getting-late one. He nodded, pulling the twins in for one last group hug on the couch.

“Alright, you two. Time for bed,” Jack said, scooping Noah up with ease and tickling his sides until he squealed with laughter. London clung to his leg like she was being sentenced to life in prison.

“But I’m not tired!” she protested, even as her heavy blinks and slow shuffle up the stairs said otherwise.

“Yes you are,” Maryse teased, lifting her into her arms. “You’ve been running from your hungry daddy all day.”

London giggled, resting her head on her mom’s shoulder. Her voice was quieter now. “He’s not really gonna eat us, right?”

“No, baby,” Maryse said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “But I’d still keep an eye on him, just in case.”

Upstairs, it was the usual bedtime chaos—a tug-of-war over who got to brush their teeth first, Jack pretending he forgot how stories worked, and London groaning, “Daddy, read it the right way this time.” Noah brought out his stuffed dinosaur and insisted Jack give it a voice, and Maryse lingered in the doorway for a moment, just soaking it in.

They were three. They were wild. And they were perfect.

Eventually, the lights were dimmed, and the twins were tucked in—warm, safe, and starting to drift. Maryse kissed Noah’s cheek. Jack kissed London’s hand. And as they stepped out of the room, they glanced back one last time at the tiny silhouettes curled under blankets.

Out in the hallway, Jack leaned against the wall and let out a quiet breath.

“I missed this,” he said, pulling Maryse into him.

“I know,” she whispered, her head resting on his chest. “They missed you too.”

As they made their way toward their bedroom, Maryse yawned and stretched her arms over her head—only to feel Jack’s hands suddenly grab her hips from behind.

“Gotcha,” he murmured into her ear, and before she could react, he scooped her up and playfully tackled her onto the bed.

“Hey!” she laughed, squirming beneath him as he hovered above with that mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I told you I was hungry,” he said, his fingers already sliding beneath the waistband of her pants. “Guess I’ll just have to eat you instead.”

She burst out laughing, swatting at his shoulder but making no move to stop him. “You’re ridiculous,” she giggled, cupping his face and pulling him into a kiss—soft and slow at first, until he deepened it, warm and hungry, like he meant it.

“Still hungry?” she whispered against his lips.

He just grinned and kissed her again. “Starving.”

***

hope you all enjoyed this! I’ve been finding that TikTok trend so funny so I had to write about it

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[megantheebaddest]

Jack Harlow x reader smut pls😭😭

Reader is extra touchy and needy with Jack. She keeps on reaching out for him and Jack notices. He makes fun of y/n for it and reader is whiny about it. When they start having sex Jack’s just a big tease

I love you so much and miss you

Big Teaser

Warnings: Dry sex, fingering, dacryphilia (if you squint), teasing.

a/n: thank you for your request. I love you too sm!!! you dont gotta EVER beg for smut you ask and you will receive😘

You couldn’t exactly pin point why you felt the need to be up on Jack today but you couldn’t help yourself. It physically hurt you to not be touching him or know what exactly his next move was. Jack was currently trying to cook dinner for the both of you, but he’d be lying if he said you were not in his way. Every step he took you were right behind him telling him about your day. He grabbed a cooking pot to fill with water, he started walking towards the sink but abruptly stopped to grab something causing you to run right into him. You were too busy yapping and not paying attention, your feet were just automatically following him. Jack shook his head and giggled to himself. He continued nodding his head every few words as a silent way to let you know he was paying attention.

During dinner you sat in a chair directly beside him, you held tight to his arm while eating. This made Jack raise an eyebrow.

“Baby..” He giggled. “What’s up with you?” He said smiling.

“Hmmm?”

His eyes looked down at your grip on his bicep. Your eyes followed.

“I just love you” you whispered.

He leaned in and pecked your lips. “Can’t get enough of me huh?” he grinned.

“I just miss you.. You never spend time with me” You whined cracking a little smile knowing damn well he gives you every bit of attention. You playfully frowned and batted your lashes.

“Oh wow.. You need more time than 24/7?” He laughed.

“Mhm.” You said shaking your head fast. He chuckled, clearing off the table.

“It’s unhealthy how I feel about you Jackman” You said matter of factly.

“I can imagine” he laughed. “Go get your shower baby. I’ll be up for you” He said rinsing dishes.

“Will you come with me?”

“Go Y/n” he said with a breathy laugh.

You got your shower and entered the room in just your towel. Jack laid on his side of the bed under the covers.

“Hell yeah. Come here darling” he said motioning you over.

You made your way over quickly. He lifted the blankets for you to crawl in. He was shirtless and only wearing sweats. You took your towel off and climbed on top of him. He immediately wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your back to warm you up. You immediately started humping on him.

“Mmm. This feels so good J” You moaned out.

“It sure does” He closed his eyes and laid back on his pillow. His hands just rested on your naked bum. You started sucking on his neck gently and grinding in a circular motion now.

“Ooo yeah. I like that baby” he moaned out. You could feel the wet patch you were creating on his sweats. “Just like that” he breathed.

“I need you Jack” You whined.

“I’m right here Y/n” he looked at you.

“Jack no. I need you inside of me”

He flipped you over to where he was hovering over you now. He kissed your cheeks one after the other and started thrusting against your sensitive area.

“I don’t know baby. I’m really tired.” He said looking you in the eyes doing slow thrusts against you.

“Don’t say that J. Come on.” You closed your eyes trying to mask the tears that were forming. He slid his hand down grazing your clit and moving it to rub your thigh.

“I’m serious Y/n. I’m tired.” Your eyes shot open. Almost as if a panic was in your eyes. You couldn’t read the look on Jacks face.

“Jack. You can’t do that to me.” You pleaded. “I just need like 3 minutes please” Your voice getting shaky.

He moved his legs to where he was straddling your left leg. He started grinding down on your thigh. He slowly brought his hand up your leg and didn’t stop until he reached your dripping cunt. He pushed two fingers in without warning making you gasp loudly in his ear.

“Yes Jack. Yes” You moaned as he pumped his fingers slowly.

“You’re so needy today Y/n. What’s your problem?” He was starting to toy with your emotions.

“I just love you and need you. Please go faster” you moaned. Jack went even slower.

You groaned in frustration. “Don’t do this Jack. I’m begging you” you moaned.

“Oh I guess you don’t want me to do this?” He asked shoving his dick in you with no warning. You were too busy squeezing your eyes shut in frustration you didn’t see him pull it out.

You gasped as loud as possible. He pulled it out and looked at you waiting for a response. Your eyes widened and tears escaped your eyes. He shoved all the way in a continued at an amazing speed.

“Aw baby don’t cry.” He kisses your nose. “I just love when my baby begs for me. You drive me fucking crazy Y/n” He moaned out. You just moaned in response.

He took extra good care of you tonight and even cuddled into you as close as humanly possible all night. He loved how attached and needy you were to him.

[aquaholicsanonymousworld-deacti]

Hiii I love your stories especially your jack Harlow one!!!💗💗 i was wondering if you could do a fic where jacks girlfriend is a ballerina and he posts her on social media and always talks about her in interviews?

thankuuuu!!!!

Interviewer: "Jack, congratulations on the new album. But we heard someone else in your life just landed something huge too?"

Jack: instantly lighting up "Oh man, yeah. My girl just got the lead in Black Swan. Like—the lead. She’s the Black Swan and the White Swan too I guess huh?"

Interviewer: "That’s incredible! A ballerina and a rapper—it’s giving high art meets high heat."

Jack: laughs "I know, right? I’m just tryna keep up. She’s been training her whole life for this. I see her at rehearsals, pushing through injuries, zoning in so hard she forgets to eat—like, that kind of drive? It’s inspiring."

Interviewer: "So we’re assuming you’re front row on opening night?"

Jack: "I was front row and loud. No chill. Brought the flowers, took the videos, posted her everywhere like a proud mom at a school recital."

Interviewer: laughing "We did see the post—what was it again? 'She floated like pain and landed like power'?"

Jack: grinning "Yeah. 'Cause that’s what she does. She breaks your heart and makes it beautiful."

Interviewer: "Man, you’re really in it."

Jack: "Oh, I’m gone. She’s the Black Swan. I’m just the guy trying not to trip over the pointe shoes backstage."

Interviewer: "And what did you say when she told you she got the role?"

Jack: smiling softer now "I said, ‘I already knew you were the Black Swan, baby. The rest of the world’s just catching up.’"

[aquaholicsanonymousworld-deacti]

So I had this idea for Jack Harlow. What if him and the reader are both artists and they’re in the same lineup for a tour like a festival or jingle ball or something and then their hotel rooms are adjoined and they start falling asleep in each other’s beds and getting really close after shows and stuffff

oooooo hadnt thougt about this!!!!!

Next Door, Backstage

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Singer!Reader

It started on the second night of the tour.

You were in your hotel room, freshly showered, robe tied loose at the waist, scrolling through your setlist notes and half-listening to the muted sounds of Jack Harlow's voice bleeding through the adjoining wall. He was next door, of course. Everyone on the lineup had rooms on the same floor, but somehow, yours and his were the only ones with an adjoining door. Management swore it was a coincidence. Jack swore he didn't request it. You didn't believe either of them.

The first knock came after midnight.

"Hey," Jack said, already leaning against the doorframe like he'd been standing there for hours. His curls were messy, the hoodie he wore clearly from merch and clearly not his own.

"Hey," you said back, stepping aside to let him in.

No explanation needed. He flopped down on the edge of your bed, legs stretched out, socks mismatched. You raised an eyebrow, but he just smirked and grabbed the remote.

"You got better snacks in here."

That was how it started. Casual, easy. Familiar.

The next night, you fell asleep to the sound of his laughter. He’d come over after your sets, both of you buzzing off adrenaline and still half-sweaty from stage. You’d lay at opposite ends of the bed, talking until your words got slower, fuzzier. One of you would drift off mid-sentence, the other not far behind.

Then it changed.

You woke up once, his hoodie bunched under your cheek and his hand loosely resting on your hip. He didn’t move when you stirred. You didn’t move either.

You started waiting for his knock. He started knocking earlier. Sometimes, he didn’t even bother—just cracked open the adjoining door and leaned in with that grin.

The hotel beds were too small, or maybe you just liked the excuse. You stopped laying opposite each other. You started facing each other. Then, one night, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead when he thought you were asleep.

You weren’t.

The next morning, you didn’t say anything. Neither did he. But his arm stayed wrapped around you longer than usual.

Backstage at Jingle Ball, someone made a joke about you and Jack sharing a brain cell.

"Not a brain cell," he said, glancing at you. "Just a bed."

Your eyes met. He was smirking. You rolled yours, but your stomach flipped anyway.

You had your own rooms. Your own sets. Your own careers. But every night ended the same—with his knock, your door cracked open, and two artists tangled in something quiet and new, something softer than the noise of fame.

By the end of the tour, the hotel staff didn’t even bother separating your rooms. You didn’t need the door anymore.

He was already home.

[aquaholicsanonymousworld-deacti]

Just Us...and Doja Cat

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Girlfriend!Reader

Author's note: Based on my own jealousy of Doja starring in Jackman's new video. That should be me.

The music video was a full-blown production—set design, high fashion, multiple scene changes, and celebrity cameos everywhere. Jack had pulled together an insane lineup: SZA in a futuristic scene, Bad Bunny dancing through a neon-lit hallway, and then there was her—Doja Cat, with her signature smirk and magnetic energy, paired with Jack for the flirty centerpiece of the video.

You were playing Jack’s love interest in the final scene. The story of the video was that Jack spent the whole video chasing after a dream girl (played by Doja), only to realize in the final moment that you were the one he was meant to be with.

It sounded great in the concept meeting. Romantic, even.

But watching them shoot their scenes? Watching Doja drape her arms over his shoulders while he delivered his lines two inches from her face, all with that signature smirk you knew too well?

Yeah. Suddenly it wasn’t so cute.

You leaned against the craft services table, trying not to glare as Jack and Doja laughed at something between takes. Urban, holding the camera as always, caught a glimpse of you chewing your straw with narrowed eyes.

"Everything good?" he asked, smirking.

"Peachy," you replied, not looking at him.

Urban kept recording. "Should I tell Jack his girl’s about to flip a table?"

You glanced at him. "He should already know."

Later, Jack found you sitting on a prop couch, scrolling your phone with your legs crossed, giving very much unbothered but totally bothered.

"You good, baby?" he asked, crouching in front of you, that charming smile softening his face.

You shrugged. "Totally. It’s just, you and Doja look real comfortable."

Jack’s smile widened. "You jealous?"

You rolled your eyes. "No."

Jack leaned in, brushing his hand against your knee. "So if I asked you to run that line again where she touches my jaw, you wouldn’t mind?"

You stared at him. "Try it and find out."

He laughed, slipping his hand into yours. "Come on. It’s acting. You know the whole video leads to you, right?"

"Yeah, but she’s having a little too much fun in Act One."

Jack leaned closer, voice low. "Don’t worry. I made sure my favorite part of the video is the ending—when I kiss you on that rooftop and the whole city lights up."

You raised a brow. "Smooth."

Jack grinned. "Worked, didn’t it?"

By the time they shot your scene—the rooftop kiss, all city skyline and glowing lights—you had cooled off. Jack pulled you in, his hands on your waist like he was right at home, whispering right before the take:

"You know it’s always been you."

And when the director called “Cut!”, you didn’t move right away. Neither did he.

Urban, of course, caught it all. And later that night, he posted a screenshot from the kiss scene with the caption:

"Don’t be fooled. She almost tackled Doja two hours before this."

You commented: “Still might.”

Jack replied: “I survived. Barely.”

[daylightwriting]

Be My Valentine

Summary- The lines between friendship and romance blur on your birthday trip, a trip that only you and Jack end up on, over a few drinks you completely cross the line, in more ways than one. Maybe, just maybe, you were always meant to be each other’s.

Do not read unless you are 18+

You and Jack had been friends forever, literally. Your moms met when they were pregnant. Jack was four months older, and he loved to joke that those four months were the best (or worse, if you weren’t annoying him) four months of his life.

You both had elementary school crushes on each other growing up, but as you got into middle and high school, it never progressed any further than flirty comments here or there. Even now, as you were adults, flirty comments is as far as you two would take it.

You had recently broken up with your boyfriend of a year and a half, and you had a non-refundable birthday trip coming up. You were planning on just eating the cost of his half, who couldn’t use a week away, especially after a breakup. Plus, it was for your birthday. It wasn’t anything crazy, just a small Airbnb.

“Wait, he was going to let you pay for half of your birthday trip? Even though you paid for his?” Jack asked, sitting across from you on the couch in his living room.

“It was- uh- complicated,” You said, aka the relationship was already heading downhill when you booked. “It doesn’t matter, I’ll just go by myself,”

“I would go with you if I could,” Urban said, sitting to Jack’s right.

“I know you would, but even if you could, I don’t think your girlfriend would like it,” You said, laughing softly as you played with your necklace.

“No, she loves you, she’d have no problem with it,” Urban reassured you.

“What if I go with you?” Jack suggested, sitting up like he had the best idea in the world. “And I’ll pay for it, you shouldn’t have to pay for your own birthday trip.” 

“Are you sure? You don’t have to,” You said, looking over at Jack. “I can go on my own.”

“I’m sure, it will be like our 18th birthday trip all over again, except we can drink now,” 

“Okay, you can come with me, I promise there’s nothing coupley booked. It was just going to be a week away.” You said and Jack nodded.

“Sounds perfect.” A week away with Jack didn’t sound that difficult, it actually sounded quite nice, the two of you didn’t get much time alone like you used to growing up, but you weren’t aware of how much your relationship had changed.

A few weeks later, you and Jack had your bags crammed into the back of his car. You decided to road trip to the beach house you booked, it was about a 10-hour drive to North Carolina, but you road tripped on your 18th birthday trip, so it felt fitting.

You spent the 10-hour trip blasting music and terribly singing along. Until you fell asleep in the passenger's seat for the last half. 

“Hey, we’re here,” Jack whispered, waking you up as he pulled into the driveway.

“Sorry for falling asleep,” You said as you sat up, stretching your back.

“It’s okay, I’ll get the bags while you find the door code,” Jack said, smiling over at you before getting out of the car. 

A few minutes later, you were entering the house, immediately seeing a “happy birthday” banner and balloons.

“Jack, what did you do?” You asked, turning to him.

“Uh, when you sent me the booking info, I might have ask them to set this up.” Jack knew you didn’t like to make a big deal out of your birthday, hence why the birthday trips started, but he wanted to at least make it special. “I know what you’re going to say.”

“Actually, no, I love it. Thank you,” You said, hugging Jack. You didn’t like your birthday to be a big deal, but it was Jack doing it, and he didn’t overdo it, so you didn’t mind.

It hadn’t fully hit you until that moment, you and Jack were going to be fully alone, for a week. You weren’t worried about hating each other then the week was over, but you were worried your relationship was about to get a lot more complicated.

You got in late, so you ordered food in and started a movie before you both decided to go to sleep.

The next morning, you walked downstairs, turning the corner to enter the kitchen, seeing Jack in a hoodie and sweats plating food he had ordered.

“Since when are you such a morning person?” You teased, Jack looking up at you and then back down at what he was doing.

“Since I decided to make my best friend's birthday trip the best one yet,” Jack said, pushing your plate towards you so you could sit at the bar to eat. “I also ordered some groceries, they should be here in about an hour.”

“Who are you, and what did you do to my best friend?” You asked as you sat down.

“Oh come on,” Jack said, walking around the bar, throwing his arm around you as he walked by. “I’m not that bad.”

“No, but you're not a get-up early on the first day of a vacation person either,”

“Okay, fine, you’re right.”

The rest of the day was spent lounging by the pool and on the beach. You and Jack ordered takeout and fell asleep in your separate beds. It wasn’t until the next night that your relationship took a turn.

You and Jack had shared a bottle of wine before dinner, and due to the fact neither of you ate lunch, you were both slightly tipsy.

You and Jack were making homemade pizzas for dinner, Jack rolling out the dough for the both of you. You took a sip of your wine before setting it down on the counter.

“Wait! I want to make mine into a heart,” You said, taking half of the dough from Jack and taking it over to the other side of the counter. You both decided to make it a competition on who could make the best pizza. You spent a few minutes shaping the dough into a heart before Jack walked behind you to look. Placing his hands on your waist, his chest closer to your back than normal, due to the wine. 

“Nope, no cheating,” You said, turning in his arms and putting your hands up to cover his eyes. You hesitated and lowered your hands once you realized how close he was. You saw his eyes flicker down to your lips, and you’d be lying if you tried to claim yours didn’t do the same. 

You both slowly started to lean in, his hand moving from your hip to your back when the oven beeped, signaling it was pre-heated. You both jumped, pulling away. 

“I’ll uh, I’ll be over there,” Jack said, running his hand through his hair before walking back to the other side of the counter.

You both finished your pizzas in silence, before putting them in the oven. 

“Hot tub?” You asked, picking up the bottle of whiskey Jack bought. Jack nodded, before walking out to the hot tub. You went to grab towels before following. When you walked back to the backyard, Jack was fully in the hot tub. “I meant sit by the hot tub,” You said, laughing softly, sitting down at the edge, putting your legs in. You handed Jack the bottle of whiskey, which he opened and took a shot straight from the bottle before handing it to you to do the same. 

“C’mon, just get in with me,” Jack asked, placing his hands on the side of your legs.

“After we eat,” You said, taking a shot, before placing the bottle down. Jack sighed, resting his chin on your knee. You sat in silence while you played with the end of his curls. 

“You know, I think I love you,” Jack said, looking up at you. “Like, really, really love you.”

“Jack, you know I love you too,” You said. 

“No, I love you more than a friend.”

“Jack, I-” You hesitated, unsure what to say. You knew that you felt the same, but you were both drunk.

“Be my valentine?” Jack asked, cutting you off, making you laugh softly.

“Jack, it’s not even close to Valentine’s day,” You said, thinking you had clearly underestimated what a half bottle of wine and a shot of whiskey could do to him.

“I know, but you always said you wanted someone to ask you to be their boyfriend on Valentine’s day, you would say that it was cheesy, but you wanted to experience the rom-com level of cheesiness in a relationship at least once. So be my Valentine?” Jack asked again, lifting his head from your knees.

“Yes, I’ll be your valentine,” You smiled down at Jack, who was smiling bigger than you were.

“I don’t know why I haven’t asked you sooner, you’ve always been mine,” Jack said, grabbing the bottle of whiskey and taking another shot. You took the bottle from him and took another shot yourself. “Get in with me,” Jack said, grabbing your hips and pretending to try to pull you in.

“After dinner,” You said, putting your hand back into his hair, twisting his curls around your finger. Jack smirked up at you before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your knee. Jack’s pupils widened, signaling his desire. Jack looked up, making eye contact with you, waiting for you to nod before he trailed a line of kisses up your leg, curving its way towards your inner thighs as he gently pushed your legs open. 

“Tell me to stop and I will,” He said, playing with the button of your shorts. You shook your head, leaning back on your arm.

“Don’t stop,” You said and Jack smirked again, pulling the button of your shorts open, you leaned back onto your hands and lifted your hips so that Jack could pull them off leaving you in your bathing suit. 

“Lay back baby,” Jack said, his hands on your back, guiding you slowly to the concrete. He stood up, leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours, you shrieked slightly as the water from Jack’s body dripped onto yours, but you slid your hand into his hair as you kissed back. Once he was satisfied, he trailed his lips down towards your bikini top, and down your stomach.

Both of your attentions were diverted when you heard the fire alarm. Luckily, when you turned and looked in the kitchen, there was no fire. Jack jumped up, you quickly behind him. You could smell the burnt pizzas. 

You jumped up, Jack quickly getting out of the hot tub. Jack rushed to the stove, turning it on and opening it to let it air out while you turned on the ceiling fan and tried to air the smoke away from the smoke detector. 

“Did you turn the timer on?” You asked Jack.

“No I thought you did,” Jack said, helping you air out the kitchen.

“I told you too,” You said, the fire alarm finally stopping. You both turned your attention to the burnt pizza’s on the stove.

“Tie?” Jack asked, glancing at you.

“Nope, you sabotaged my pizza, that means I win by default,” You teased as Jack walked closer to you, backing you into a counter, placing one hand on each side of you.

“Okay fine, but, I think I still win because you’re mine,” Jack said leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your lips, before resting his forehead on yours. “I’ll order some non-burnt pizza, and then,” Jack lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. Jack walked towards the room he was staying in, “I know some ways to distract us while we wait.” 

“Oh, yeah?” You said after Jack gently dropped you on the bed.

“Yeah, stay here and I’ll show you,” He said before walking back out to the kitchen to grab his phone.

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[earthtoharlow]

Hit The Lights

3rd installment of the Flashing Lights series, must read Flashing Lights & Don’t Like The Lights first to understand

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4. Little Things

Jack watched as Maryse paced back and forth across the living room, phone pressed to her ear, speaking a mile a minute while holding Noah. The baby found endless amusement in her movements, his tiny hands gripping her shirt as he giggled with every step.

Meanwhile, London was curled up beside Jack on the couch, sucking on her fingers and watching her mother with wide, curious eyes. Jack glanced down at his daughter and shook his head.

“Your momma is crazy,” he whispered.

As if she understood, London let out a tiny giggle, making Jack smirk.

Deciding to put an end to Maryse’s stress spiral, he scooped London up and walked straight to her, smoothly plucking the phone from her hand mid-sentence. Without hesitation, he pressed the end call button.

Maryse blinked in disbelief. “Did you just—”

“Yeah, I did,” he cut in, tucking the phone into his pocket before she could snatch it back.

She huffed. “Jack, I was in the middle of—”

“You can call them back when you calm down,” he told her firmly.

Her lips parted in protest, but the look he gave her made her pause. She exhaled slowly, adjusting Noah in her arms.

“I just want their first birthday to be perfect,” she admitted softly.

Jack leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “It’s gonna be perfect because they’ll be surrounded by people who love them. You don’t have to do all this alone, babe.”

Maryse looked between him and the twins, her shoulders slowly relaxing. “Fine,” she muttered, resting her forehead against his chest.

“Good,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her and the babies. “Now, how about we sit down and plan this together? Without the pacing.”

She sighed but nodded, and as they made their way to the couch, Noah let out a happy squeal—clearly entertained by his parents.

What Jack didn’t know was that while Maryse was stressing over the twins’ birthday, she was also secretly planning a surprise dinner for him. His birthday was just a day before the twins’, and last year, she had been way too pregnant and exhausted to do anything special. She had felt guilty about it ever since, so this year, she was determined to make up for it.

Between calls for the twins’ party, she had been coordinating with his closest friends, making sure everyone could be there. She had booked a private space at one of his favorite restaurants, planned the menu, and even arranged for a custom cake.

As she leaned into him on the couch, pretending to just now relax, she smiled to herself. He had no idea.

Later that afternoon, Maryse told Jack she was taking the kids for a walk while he headed to the studio, but instead, she dropped the twins off with his parents, kissing them goodbye before setting out to find the perfect gift.

Easier said than done.

What do you get for a man who already has everything?

She wandered through different stores, scrolling through her phone for ideas, but nothing felt right. Jewelry? He had plenty. Designer clothes? His closet was overflowing. A watch? He barely wore the ones he already owned.

Frustrated, she sighed, determined to find something that felt meaningful—something that would surprise him just as much as the party would.

With each passing minute, her frustration grew. She wanted this gift to be perfect—something that truly showed how much she loved and appreciated him. Leaning against her car, she stared at the city skyline, lost in thought.

Then, it hit her.

It didn’t have to be expensive or flashy. It had to be meaningful. And she knew exactly what to do.

Instead of a material gift, she decided to create a scrapbook—a collection of their journey together. From the first blurry pictures in the studio to their first public appearance, to the countless candid moments she had secretly saved over the years. She would fill the pages with concert tickets, little notes they had written to each other, and snapshots of their growing family. The last page would hold something special.

But she wasn’t stopping there.

Along with the scrapbook, she had something even more personal in mind. For weeks, she had been secretly working on a song just for him—raw, honest, capturing their love, their struggles, and the life they had built together. It wasn’t meant for the world. It was just for him.

As she drove home, a sense of peace washed over her. This was it. She was going to give him gifts that reminded him, no matter how crazy life got, she would always be right there with him.

Maryse spent the next few days pouring her heart into the scrapbook and the song while Jack was in New York for work. Late into the nights, she flipped through old photos, carefully placing them on each page and scribbling little notes in the margins—inside jokes, memories, and reminders of things she never wanted him to forget.

The final page was the hardest. She wanted it to be extra special, something that would hit him the moment he saw it. Then, the perfect idea struck.

She set up a little arts-and-crafts session with the twins, dipping their tiny feet into paint to press onto the back of the book. Noah giggled the entire time, delighted by the mess, but London? She was not having it. The second her foot touched the wet paint, she scrunched up her face and let out a dramatic wail. Maryse laughed through it, trying to soothe her while quickly getting a decent print before wiping her foot clean.

When the book was finally complete, she ran her fingers over the last page and smiled. Their little footprints, side by side—the perfect finishing touch.

With the scrapbook done, she turned her attention to recording the song. She poured everything into it—every ounce of love, gratitude, and devotion she had for him. It was raw, unfiltered, and real. She wanted him to hear it and feel every word, to know that no matter what, he was her person.

As Jack’s birthday approached, everything was ready. The scrapbook was wrapped in a simple bow, the song saved on a USB drive tucked inside. Now, all she had to do was pull off the surprise without him getting suspicious.

The night of Jack’s birthday party, Maryse dropped the twins off with her parents as they were going to get them dressed and bring them to the restaurant and made sure everything was set up before heading home to get ready. She kept it simple—telling him they were going to spend the night at a fancy restaurant, just the two of them, enjoying a quiet evening together.

As they drove up to the restaurant, Jack squinted out the window, noticing how dark it looked. He frowned, turning to her. “You sure this place is open? They’re usually closed on Thursdays.”

Maryse rolled her eyes, trying to hold back a smile. “Relax, yes, it’s open.”

Still skeptical, he parked the car, glancing around like something was off. When they got to the door, he hesitated again. “Babe, the lights are off. Are you positive—”

She didn’t let him finish. “Just go inside.”

He sighed but pushed open the door. The second they stepped in—

“SURPRISE!”

The entire room erupted, his family and friends jumping out from behind tables and booths, filling the space with laughter and cheers.

Jack jumped. His first instinct? He threw his arm out in front of Maryse and stepped in front of her like he was about to fight somebody.

The whole room lost it.

Maryse clutched his arm, laughing so hard she could barely breathe. “Baby, it’s a party!”

Jack blinked, chest still slightly heaving from the adrenaline. He looked around, seeing familiar faces—his parents holding the twins, his best friends grinning, people who had traveled from out of town just to be here. Slowly, his body relaxed, and he turned to Maryse.

“You did this?”

She nodded, biting her lip to keep from getting emotional. “Happy birthday.”

Jack exhaled, shaking his head in disbelief before pulling her into a tight hug. “I can’t believe you did all this.” Then he pulled back slightly, his eyes narrowing. “When the hell did you have time? We’ve been planning the twins’ party for weeks.”

Maryse just smirked. “I have my ways.”

Jack laughed, still in shock as he looked around again, taking it all in. He had been expecting a quiet dinner, just the two of them. But instead, she had given him this—a room full of love, laughter, and the people who meant the most to him.

Jack didn’t even hesitate—he cupped Maryse's face and kissed her deeply, completely forgetting they were in a room full of people. He wasn’t thinking about anything else except how much he loved her, how grateful he was, and how damn perfect she was for pulling this off.

The room immediately erupted into laughter, groans, and playful teasing.

“Alright, alright, y’all need to get a room!” Ace Pro called out.

“Oh my God, every time,” Urban added, shaking his head.

Jack finally pulled away, but not before stealing one more quick kiss from Maryse. Then he turned to the crowd, smirking. “I can do what I want—it’s my birthday.”

That earned a mix of cheers and eye-rolls, but Maryse just laughed, shaking her head at him. “You’re ridiculous.”

Jack shrugged and wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

She rolled her eyes but leaned into him anyway. “happy birthday, baby.”

As everyone gathered around for the cake, Maryse took a gentle tap on her glass, signaling for everyone’s attention. Jack turned to her, a curious smile on his face as she cleared her throat, suddenly feeling a little shy in front of all their family and friends. But when she looked at him—the love of her life, the father of her children—every word she wanted to say came easily.

“I just want to take a moment before we cut the cake to say how much I love this man right here,” she started, looking at him with nothing but warmth in her eyes. “You are the most incredible partner, my best friend, and the best father to our babies. Watching you with them, seeing how much love and patience you give them every day… it just makes me love you more than I ever thought possible.”

The room was quiet, everyone listening intently, but Jack? He was staring at her like she hung the moon.

“You give so much to everyone around you,” she continued, her voice soft but sure. “You’ve worked so hard, not just in your career, but in life—to be the man you are today. And I just want you to know how proud I am of you. How grateful I am for you.” She paused, smiling. “And how I plan on spending every birthday for the rest of our lives reminding you just how loved you are.”

Jack blinked a few times, his jaw tightening like he was trying not to get emotional, but the way he reached for her hand and squeezed it let her know how much her words meant to him.

“Happy birthday, baby,” she finished, raising her glass. “To you.”

Everyone lifted their glasses and echoed, “To Jack!” before breaking into applause.

Jack shook his head, a slow grin spreading across his face as he leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her lips before whispering, “You really tryna make me cry on my birthday?”

She laughed, wiping the corner of his eye teasingly. “Maybe just a little.”

“Mm.” He kissed her again, murmuring against her lips, “I love you.”

“I know,” she whispered back. “Now let’s cut this cake before they start teasing us again.”

He chuckled, pulling her into his side as they turned toward the cake, and started cutting small pieces for the twins, the night feeling even more special than it already was.

As the night wound down and guests started to say their goodbyes, Maryse stood beside Jack, her hand laced with his as they thanked everyone for coming. They kissed Noah and London goodnight, as they were going to sleepover Maryse’s parents house that night. He still looked overwhelmed, his heart full from the love that had surrounded him all night.

When the last of their friends stepped out, Maryse turned to him, a playful glint in her eyes. “I have one more surprise for you,” she said, squeezing his hand.

Jack let out a dramatic sigh, running a hand over his chest. “I don’t think my heart can take another surprise tonight,” he joked.

She rolled her eyes before lightly smacking his arm. “Stop being dramatic. It’s my gift for you.”

That caught his attention. He looked at her curiously, tilting his head. “Oh yeah? What is it?”

She smirked. “You’ll get it when we get home.”

Jack narrowed his eyes at her teasing tone. “You’re really gonna make me wait?”

She shrugged, grabbing her purse. “Patience is a virtue, baby.”

He groaned, pulling her closer. “You’re lucky I love you,” he murmured against her temple before leading them out.

When they got home she led him to the couch, gently pushing him down to sit. “Stay here,” she told him before disappearing down the hall.

Jack leaned back, shaking his head with a small smile. “You really didn’t have to get me anything, you know,” he called after her. “All I need is you and the babies.”

From the other room, she laughed. “Oh, shut up with all the lovey-dovey stuff.”

He gasped, placing a hand over his chest in mock offense as she returned, carrying a scrapbook and her guitar. “Wow, that’s crazy,” he mumbled, pouting.

Maryse rolled her eyes, but she softened, leaning down to kiss him. “I love the lovey-dovey stuff. But just let me give you your gift first, okay?”

She handed him the scrapbook, and as soon as he flipped open the first page, his breath hitched. His fingers traced over each photo, each memory frozen in time—their first moments as parents, stolen candid shots of them laughing, milestones with the twins.

“I can’t believe you did this,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

They reminisced over each photo, laughing at the funny ones, pausing at the sentimental ones. But when he reached the last page, his lips parted slightly.

The tiny footprints in blue and pink paint stared back at him, small and perfect.

He blinked rapidly, his jaw clenching as he tried to hold it together. But when Maryse pointed to the smudged pink one and said, “That’s London’s—she cried when her foot got wet,” he let out a soft chuckle before his emotions won.

His head dropped for a moment, and when he looked back up at her, his eyes were glossy. “You got me, baby,” he admitted, shaking his head as he wiped at his eyes. “This is… this is everything.”

Maryse curled up next to him, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Happy birthday, my love.”

He turned, kissing her temple before whispering, “Best birthday ever.”

Maryse smiled as she watched him wipe his eyes, still taking in the scrapbook. She knew he was sentimental, even if he tried to act tough sometimes. She let him sit with his emotions for a moment before nudging him gently.

“That’s not even everything,” she said softly.

He looked at her with surprise. “What? Baby, this is already too much.”

She shook her head and reached for her guitar, settling it in her lap. “I wrote you a song,” she admitted, running her fingers lightly over the strings. “I know I’ve written plenty about you, but this one… this one isn’t for the world. It’s just for you.”

Jack sat up straighter, his full attention on her now. He didn’t say anything—he just looked at her with so much love it made her chest tighten.

Then, she started to play.

Her voice was soft but steady as she sang

Baby, I'm down to do the little things

More than I can say

And you keep giving me more and more each day

Oh, baby

And I never thought I'd end up with the man of my dreams, you really him

I don't mind takin' time

Baby, I'm down to do the little things

Every word carrying a deeper meaning between them. She sang about the quiet moments, the simple gestures, the way he made her feel loved in ways that didn’t need grand gestures or flashy displays.

As she played, he sat completely still, watching her like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. When she finished, the last note hanging in the air, she finally looked up at him.

He didn’t speak right away. Instead, he reached for her, pulling her into his lap and wrapping his arms tightly around her.

“That was perfect,” he whispered into her hair. “You’re perfect.”

“I knew you were gonna say that.”

He pulled her closer, resting his forehead against hers. “But for real, is it bad that I kinda want you to release it?” he asked, his voice low. “I mean, I know you said it’s just for me, but I love it. And, you know… I’m an attention whore.”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Oh, I know.”

“I’m serious, though,” he said, running his hands up and down her back. “It’s too good to keep to yourself. And maybe I’m being selfish, but I love when you sing about me. I want everybody to hear how much you love me.”

She raised a brow. “You think people don’t already know?”

He grinned. “I mean, yeah, but this would just remind them.”

She sighed, pretending to consider it. “I’ll think about it,” she said, poking his chest.

Jack kissed her again, murmuring against her lips, “Happy birthday to me.”

LIFEOFMONET

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LifeOfMonet: Happy Birthday to the love of my life!

Getting to wake up with you every morning and watch you become THE MOST amazing father has been one of the greatest joys in life. There is literally no one else in the world I'd rather navigate through this crazy life with. You uplift me when I need it most. You find me and hold me tight when I need to be found and you love me no matter what...& you aren't too terrible to look at, I guess!

Thank you for letting me be myself even when I get on your nerves. I celebrate you everyday! I love you forever and ever.

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anon: may a love like this find me

saweetie: happy birthday big head!

anon: scoot over let me join

anon: are u guys looking for a third ?

Latto: my parents 🥹

anon: no ring?

druski: im not crying it's just raining on my face

urbanwyatt: best thing that idiot ever did was catch you from falling

anon: if Jack don’t hurry and put a ring on it!!!!

anon: oh so you like really love him

jackharlow: 🌽 🌽 🌽

jackharlow: you have my heart forever, you make today and everyday special

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Happy Belated Birthday to Jack! 🥰 part two of this will be the twins birthday! Let me know what you thinkkkk 💜

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I don’t remember if I answered this already, but YESc MORE LIKE HE IS CUTE ALL THE TIME 😍😍 hahahaha, I’m glad you’re getting back into him 🤭🤭🤭

Ok so here’s her and Jack at her album release party.

So Close to What

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Singer!Reader

The venue was buzzing—dim lighting, velvet ropes, and an energy that crackled through the air. Industry executives, fellow artists, and close friends filled the space, all gathered to celebrate the release of your new album, So Close to What.

Jack had been glued to your side all night, beaming with pride every time someone came up to congratulate you. He had been hyping up the album for weeks—dropping hints in interviews, reposting snippets on his Instagram, and, most recently, calling it “the most hauntingly beautiful thing he’s ever heard.”

Tonight, he wasn’t just your boyfriend—he was your biggest fan.

Near the end of the night, when the speeches had been made and the champagne was flowing, you found yourself tucked away in a quieter corner of the venue with Jack. Someone from your team had just handed you a physical copy of the album—a vinyl pressing, sleek and beautiful in your hands.

Jack watched you trace your fingers over the cover, a soft smile on his face.

“You did it, baby,” he murmured. “This is all you.”

You looked up at him, a little overwhelmed, a little emotional. “Feels surreal.”

Jack tilted his head. “You realize this is the part where I say, ‘I told you so,’ right?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Don’t start.”

He grinned, then nodded toward the record. “You know, I should probably get you to sign my copy. Might be worth something one day.”

You rolled your eyes, but still grabbed a sharpie off the table, flipping the album over. “Fine. But I’m writing something embarrassing.”

Jack leaned in, watching as you scribbled a message before signing your name. When you handed it back, he squinted at the writing.

“To Jack, my muse, my biggest headache, my forever. Try not to cry, lover boy.”

He let out a laugh, shaking his head. “Nah, you’re evil for that.”

“You love it.”

“Unfortunately.”

Unbeknownst to the both of you, Wyatt had his camera rolling from across the room. The moment—Jack reading the message, laughing, then pulling you in by the waist for a kiss—was quickly uploaded to his Instagram story with the caption:

“Simp era continues.”

Within minutes, fans were already resharing it.

• “Jack Harlow being her biggest supporter is my Roman Empire.”

• “They’re so in love it’s almost unfair.”

• “Not her calling him her biggest headache LMAO this is peak romance.”

Jack, seeing the online chaos, simply retweeted one of the clips and wrote:

“Try not to cry, lover boy??? Oh, I’m sick.”

You replied:

“Don’t act like you didn’t tear up a little.”

Jack:

“I WAS BLINDSIDED.”

Wyatt:

“Y’all are exhausting.”