When you finally realize that someone’s behavior has more to do with their internal struggle than it ever did with you, you learn grace. You also naturally learn detachment as well.
Requested, late night calls with Jack while he’s away.
“Alright I think were all done here for today I’ll see you all tomorrow morning? For rehearsals yeah?” Nemo said and almost immediately Jack was out the door and headed back to his hotel room.
“Where is he going?” Ace asked as he watched Jack quickly leave the venue.
“Yeah I haven’t seen him run off that quick in my life.” 2fo added on.
“Y’all already know he’s in a rush to call Y/N, they stay on the phone all night.” Urban said.
“Really? How do you know I thought the two of you weren’t sharing rooms this tour.” Nemo asked.
“All ima say is the walls are very very thin.” Urban shivered at thought of possibly having to hear the two of you again tonight.
Ace and Nemo gave one another a knowing look and immediately felt pity on Urban.
When Jack arrived back to the hotel he quickly made his way to his room and locked the door behind him.
He sent you a quick text stating that he was going to shower real quick and that he’d call you right after. Being away from you was one of the hardest things Jack has ever had to do.
He loved being around you and making sure you’re always around him 24/7.
After a quick wash up he turned off the water and put on a pair of gray sweats, he didn’t bother putting on a shirt. He applied some lotion and a few hair products into his hair before leaving the bathroom and flopping onto the bed.
He looked at his phone seeing you had texted him back from earlier. He went to your contact and hit the FaceTime button after a few rings you finally answered.
“Damn about time I thought your ass fell asleep.”Jack joked as your face appeared on the screen. You rolled your eyes playfully as you sat up a bit in your bed so your face would be more visible.
“Let’s not do too much now Jack or else I’ll hang up, it’s already pass my bedtime.”
He always felt guilty whenever he’d call you so late even though you reassured him that you didn’t mind, he still felt guilty keeping you up.
“You wouldn’t hang up on me.” He teased and you looked at him with a eyebrow raised. “And what makes you say that?”
“Because you miss me.” You huffed. “I do miss you but you didn’t say you missed me? Wow I guess I’m chopped liver.” You faked cried, he smacked his lips.
“Here you go you know I miss you, I’ve been talking about you to the guys all day long.”
“Oh I know Urban had sent me a few videos of you reminiscing on our little gas station runs.” He cheeks started heating up. “He did? Ima beat his ass tomorrow.” You both laughed.
“I thought it was cute I can’t wait for you to come back home, this bed gets cold when you aren’t in it to keep me warm.” You pouted and faced the camera to show his side of the bed, that was now replaced with a Winnie a Pooh bear.
“Well it doesn’t seem that empty you’ve replaced me with a stuffed animal.” He gasped which made you laugh. “You’re so silly Jack.” You smiled.
“But that’s why you love me.” You nodded.
“That’s true but I love you for many other reasons.” That last sentence had you wanting to hear more.
“You care to name a few of them?” He asked. “I think you should go first.” He smacked his lips.
“Fine, I just hope Urban can’t hear me.”
He readjusted his spot on the bed so that was he was laying flat on his stomach and holding his phone up with his right hand.
Your stomach began to flutter as you studied his face. A few of his wet curls were sticking to the side of his face and the way his eyes always seemed to shimmer like the ocean always made you so weak.
“I’m waiting.” You song sang. “How many reasons do I have to give?” You thought about it for a few seconds.
“Give me 5.” He nodded his head and thought about it.
“I love you because you’re always there for me, you’re always making sure I’m doing well even when I push you away you just never give up on me.” He said.
“Three more reasons.” He laughed.
“You make me laugh, you’re my comfort person and lastly you complete me.” He paused. “I remember telling Urban how one day I just wanna meet someone that I can love on and call mine and I’m so glad I’m able to call you mine Y/N.”
“You’re my person too Jack, I’m so glad we found one another.” He smiled as well.
“Me too baby, me too. I can’t wait to fly you out. I miss you so fucking much you have no idea.”
You grinned. “Oh yeah? What do you plan on doing when I get there.” He smirked. “I can think of a few things.”
“A few things like what?” You whispered and before Jack was able to say something a knock came from his door followed by the door being unlocked.
“Urban? Ace?! What are you two doing? And how did you get a key to my room.” You watched with a hint of glee and entertainment.
“Tell him Urban.” Ace said and pushed Urban forward. “I mean I just came to ask if you know you’d keep it down tonight I didn’t get much sleep last night.” Urban mumbled.
“What do you mean?” Jack asked and that’s when your mouth dropped in horror.
“You could hear me?!?” Jack! I thought you said you weren’t sharing rooms with Urban that’s so embarrassing.” You yelled through the phone.
“I’m not! I guess the walls are super thin.” With the two of you being away from each other and not being able to physically touch one another, phone sex was really the only option you had to satisfy your personal needs.
“And why are you here Ace?” Ace shrugged his shoulders. “I got bored and by the way you’re such a simp I heard all the reasons as to why you love Y/N.” Ace teased.
“You’re my person I just love you so much.” Urban tried mimicking Jack.
“I prayed for times like this I’m just so glad I found you.” Ace added on.
“Oh Jack you’re just so sweet! I can’t wait to give you needless kisses.” Urban mimicked you and the two of them made kissing sounds, Jack’s cheeks grew red in embarrassment.
“You know what ima knock the both of you out since you wanna be all in my business.” Urban and Ace quickly ran out the door with Jack right behind them.
“Oh, so you’re just gonna leave me here.” You spoke though the phone as Jack’s phone laid on the bed.
“Jack! Come back and get me.” You yelled and huffed before hanging up the phone call.
You were brushing your teeth before bed, listening to Jack ramble about the football game in an over exaggerated Kentucky accent, which he had been doing all night.
“Oh yeah?” You humored him before looking on the counter for your facial cleansing brush.
“Baby, can you bring me that face brush you got me?” You called out from the bathroom.
“You mean that them there Clarisonic?” Jack continued the accent.
“Stop! You dont sound like that!” You giggled holding your hand out as he handed you the facial cleansing brush.
“But what if I did? Would you like it more?” He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Jackman! You already have one!” You giggled again, this conversation making you more giddy then you’d like to admit.
“But it could be even thicker” he continued to overdo it. He stifled a laugh as he looked for his skincare items.
You pointed at what he was looking for, putting a headband on to push your hair out of your face.
“Thank you kindly miss ma’am” he continued pushing your buttons, loving the sound of your giggles.
“You’re too much sometimes, you know that?” You handed him a headband, adjusting it for him after he had put it on his forehead.
He was smiling at you, knowing you secretly enjoyed this.
“Your skin is so flawless, it’s not fair” you pouted as you went back to washing your face.
“You just can’t see any acne underneath all them there freckles” he laughed, looking in the mirror closely at his face.
“Stop talking like that! Your voice is going to get stuck that way!” You poked his side, making him jump.
“Hey! I almost got soap in my eye!” He wouldn’t let up.
“I fear it’s not a joke anymore” You shrugged wiping your face off as you went into the bedroom to put lotion on.
He finished his skincare routine, following you to bed.
“I thought you liked my Kuntucky accent” he playfully pouted, giving you puppy dog eyes.
“First of all, did you say Kunt-ucky? Second of all, you can’t do the pouty lip, sad big blue eyes combination. That's not fair” you giggled as you pulled the sheets back for him to get into bed with you.
“Umm first of all dafuqq, second of all is it working?” He was finally talking in his normal voice making you uncontrollably laugh.
“That could very well be what our future kids are going to sound like y/n!” He started overdoing it again.
“Future kids huh? Don’t you play with me. Goodnight Baby” you mimicked it back to him, making his cheeks light up before he turned the bedside table light off.
“Goodnight sugar bear” he did it back extra exaggerated making the both of you giggle before he nuzzled into you.
Hello! May i request a fic where reader plays 7 minutes in heaven with Spencer and he's all nervous cause he likes the reader, he hasn't done anything with a girl before and reader thinks it's adorable how Spencer's all flustered? :,)
If it were anyone else, you might have been inclined to loosen up. But instead of Morgan's strong, self-assured demeanor, or Prentiss's enticing, devil-red lips, it's Spencer that's standing before you, stiff and awkward and too tight all over.
"Spence," You hum warily, sympathetically, "We don't have to do anything. We can talk for seven minutes, if you want."
You know full well that Spencer can talk for seven minutes straight, and you prepare yourself to get lost in another one of his textbook rambles. But he doesn't take you up on your offer, shaking his head disjointedly.
"No, I- you wanted to play to... do something," He grasps at euphemisms, letting them wrap like cotton around his tongue to hide their implications' foul nature from view. The fibrous politeness thickens his words, garbles them: "I- we can do something, or- if you want, like... yeah."
You reach out to take his hand, but it's apparently more mortifying for him to be gently held than to suggest that you fuck in Derek's closet. He flushes red at your touch, something you only see because you'd located and flicked the light switch by the door, something Derek would resolutely disapprove of due to the nature of the game.
"I want you to be comfortable, Spencer," You assure him, his hand limp in your own, "I mean- have you ever even... done something before?"
He nods vigorously, but you think it's out of mortified insistence than annoyance, "Yeah. Uh- well, sort of? It was- I kissed someone once. In a pool," He admits sheepishly, "But it was more- like, she kissed me? It was over before I could- like, figure out the... mechanics, y'know?"
You bite your tongue, nodding instead of telling Spencer that there's no mechanics to kissing. Kissing is really a flow, a stream of tongues and lips and sometimes teeth that depend only on the terrain that the other person offers it. Mechanics are for instruction manuals, but you don't come with one. However, Spencer's brain doesn't flow, it reads instruction manuals, and you tentatively offer it one.
"I could teach you the mechanics, if you'd like?"
"Here?" He asks, like you weren't pushed into this closet to boink.
"Yeah," You shrug, shoulders loose in opposition to Spencer's tight muscles, "Or we can talk."
He deliberates, you see it in his eyes. There's minimal light in the closet, because the bulb Derek has screwed into the ceiling is fading. But you can see Spencer draw the inside of his cheek between his molars, gnawing thoughtfully on its meat.
"We don't have to," You assure him softly, but it's that softness in your voice that seems to push him over the edge. He meets your eyes for the first time since you'd stepped into the closet together, murmuring a soft, 'Really?' that makes your knees beg for collapse.
"Really," You assure him, squeezing his hand that's still in your grip, "You want to?"
"Yeah," He nods tentatively, but bravely, "If that's okay."
"It's okay," You smile, endeared by his insistent hesitance, "Come here, Spencer."
You're perched on the edge of a shoe organizer, and Spencer steps forwards guided by the pull of your hand until he's standing with his feet between yours. He looks at them warily, like they're too close, like they're different parts of your body that he's not ready to touch yet, but you call his attention to you with a soft parting of your spit-slick lips. It's a wet sound, and his long, brown lashes flutter as it calls to him.
"Bend down," You instruct him, because his towering height is even more prevalent while you're sitting down. He hunches, and it's awkward, but you place your hands on him, one on his side and one on his shoulder, to readjust his stance.
His breath hits your face, and he seems to realize that, clearing his throat and holding his breath so that it doesn't anymore. You lift your hand off of his shoulder and set it over his cheek, brushing your thumb feather-light over his nose.
"Breathe, Spence," You try not to laugh at him, even if the gentle sound that spills from your lips isn't really a laugh as much as it is a breath, "It's okay. I won't bite you. Even if Morgan thinks I should."
His skin sears warmer beneath your hand, and you know he won't take the lead, so you do.
You lean in to press your mouth to his, and nothing more. That's all it is, a meeting of lips that fit nicely, snugly against each other, and stay in their places. You don't think he's ready for the flow yet, not while you can practically hear his brain whirring with instructions instructions instructions, and you break away before he can try to turn the page of the manual.
"Did you like it?"
He's silent for a moment, but you don't think he's deliberating, you think he's just forgotten how to speak. He blinks, once, twice, three times, and his heart beats a thousand times between each one. Your hand is still braced against his side, the other on his face, and you feel the muscles in his jaw and torso move in tandem as he surges forwards to press his lips back to yours.
Dam open, all of a sudden Spencer Reid is flowing, and tangling your hands in his hair and riding the current for the rest of your seven minutes does seem like your idea of heaven.
a/n not gonna lie.. this was supposed to come out a LONG time ago. however, the og idea i had in mind just didn’t fit my writing style so i scrapped it and rewrote the entire thing. so, here’s what i came up with. hope you enjoy :)
p.s. i missed y’all soooo much !
vinnie hacker x fem!reader
Word Count: 1.3k, edited
WARNING: language, bladder mentions, and m*x. that is all.
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Surprisingly, dinner with Vinnie’s friends wasn’t as awkward as she thought it would be. This was her first time meeting them, and honestly, she was a bit nervous in the beginning. It’s not like she didn’t have a reason to be, though. Sure, it wasn’t like she was meeting his family, but still, these were friends. These were the people he spent the majority of his day with—besides her. Their approval meant everything to her because if they didn’t like her, that could definitely put a damper on her and Vinnie’s relationship, and she definitely didn’t want that.
The group had arrived at the fancy restaurant around nine. It was nearing eleven. They spent almost an hour and a half just chatting amongst themselves and sharing embarrassing stories they all had about Vinnie. It wasn’t until midway through Jack’s story of Vinnie almost electrocuting himself that Y/n felt the need to use the bathroom. She crossed her legs, fighting against her bladder in hopes that she wouldn’t miss this story. But her bladder was putting up a good fight, one that she was on the brink of losing.
She flew up from her seat and turned to Vinnie. “I’ll be back. Gonna go use the restroom.”
Vinnie nodded in response, sending a smile her way. “Alright, babe. Take your time.”
After pecking the boy’s cheek, Y/n sprinted to the restroom. Upon reaching the ladies’ room, she flew inside and stumbled into the nearest stall. “Oh, that’s nice.” She smiled, relieving herself of the pressure on her bladder. Once she was done, she wandered out of the stall and towards the sink. As she began washing her hands, she took the time to check herself over, ensuring that she didn’t look like a complete mess. While she was doing so, she noticed something strange.. something that looked like it didn’t belong in the women’s restroom. Shutting off the sink, Y/n slowly turned around, hoping to herself that what she saw was just in her imagination. Unfortunately, it wasn’t.
There, clinging to the wall, just a few feet away, was a row of perfectly polished urinals.
“No way.” she gulped.
There was surely a reasonable explanation for this, right? There had to be a reason for urinals being in the women’s restroom. After trying to come up with every possible explanation, Y/n concluded that she was in fact in the men’s restroom. It’s not like she strolled in here on purpose; she really had to pee and didn’t think to look at the signs on the door.
“I gotta get out of here.” She started sprinting towards the door, ready to make her escape. But before she could even lay a finger on that door handle, she heard the sound of laughter coming near. But this wasn’t just any laughter; no, this was.. male laughter.
“Shit.” She slapped her lavender-scented hand over her mouth and ran into a stall before she could get caught. Locking the door behind her, she climbed onto the toilet and crouched down so no one would see her head poking out.
The guys entered the bathroom, and based on what Y/n was hearing, there were only two of them. However, that wasn’t the only thing that she heard. There was something familiar about those voices. It only took a second for Y/n to recognize those voices as belonging to Vinnie and his good ol’ pal, M*x.
“Jack’s such a dick,” Vinnie chuckled, his stream trailing behind his voice. “Thank god he didn’t say any of that in front of Y/n. She’d probably leave me in a heartbeat if she heard all of that.”
M*x joined in on the laughter. “Can’t argue with that, man. Can’t argue with that.”
It was silent between the two as they tinkled. The second they finished, however, M*x cleared his throat. “Uh, can I ask you a question?”
After flushing the urinals, both boys walked over to the sinks. “For sure. What’s up?” Vinnie asked.
“Are you positive she’s the one?”
The question made both Y/n and Vinnie confused. Based on how things were going at dinner, Y/n was confident she made a good impression on all of Vinnie’s friends. Although, come to think of it, M*x was a bit standoffish. Maybe she didn’t leave as good a mark as she thought she did.
“I just.. I just don’t think she’s the one for you, dude.”
“And why is that?” All traces of amusement had left Vinnie’s tone. Now, all that was there was curiosity, and a hint of anger.
M*x swallowed the lump in his throat before saying the unthinkable. “Not gonna lie, bro, I think she’s a hoe.”
Y/n felt her nails dig into her skin as she fought back the urge to fly out of that stall and give that dickhead a piece of her mind. Who the hell does he think he is? He’s barely said two words to her, and already he’s come to that conclusion. What a douche!
Vinnie scoffed, clearly offended by M*x’s accusation. “What the hell, dude? Why would you think my girlfriend’s a hoe?”
“I mean, she was practically flirting with every guy at the table. You saw the way she got all handsy with Jett. Don’t act like you didn’t.”
Now, Y/n was a believer in many things. She believed in ghosts, aliens, and mermaids, but not this—and she hoped Vinnie didn’t, either. How could M*x mistake her being nice for flirting? And what the hell did he mean by her getting “handsy” with Jett? She was picking a piece of lint off his sweater. “Hmph, talk about jumping to conclusions,” she thought.
“You know what, M*x, you’re an idiot.” Vinnie stated.
This time around, M*x got offended. “Vinnie, how am I an idiot for telling you the truth? I’m just telling you what I’m observing, and from what I’m observing, your girlfriend is playing you.”
“And that’s just it,” said Vinnie. “This is what you’re observing, not anyone else.”
“Bro, I’m your friend. Shouldn’t that count for something?”
“It would if you had solid proof, but you don’t, so no, it doesn’t count for shit.”
“Why are you acting like this man?”
“You just called my girlfriend a hoe and then accused her of flirting with you guys with no evidence whatsoever.” Vinnie snarled. “How would you feel if I accused your girlfriend of flirting with us without any proof?”
Max was quiet.
“Right, you wouldn’t like it. So, if you’ve got some sort of issue with her, just say that. Otherwise, keep her name out your mouth. We good?”
“Yeah, sure. We’re good.”
With that, the two boys exit the bathroom, the stench of tension following closely behind. Leaving the stall, Y/n couldn’t fight the smile that broke out on her face. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t concerned about Vinnie believing what M*x said. In situations like these, boys tend to believe their friends, and considering the fact that she and Vinnie hadn’t been together for that long, she really didn’t know if he’d see through the bullshit. Thankfully, he did, and Y/n couldn’t have been happier.
Escaping the horror that was the men’s restroom, Y/n practically skipped back to the table. Just before she sat down, she planted a kiss on Vinnie’s forehead.
He giggled, blushing like a schoolboy. “What was that for?”
“Just a thank you.”
With furrowed brows, he asked, “For what?”
“For being the best boyfriend ever,” Y/n replied. “Also, you’re gonna have to tell me what Jack said and why in the hell it would make me want to leave you.”
“Yeah, for sure.” Vinnie laughed. As he was about to stuff his face with a spoonful of mashed potatoes, he paused. “Wait, what?”
At the beginning of the week, Jack had to fly to New York to get ready for SNL and as much as you wanted to be there with him you couldn’t because of your job.
You had got the time off to fly out on Friday and meet him there so you were grateful for that. Your boss didn’t ask you any questions about needing so much time off lately, which you were relieved. You and Jack had been keeping your relationship incredibly low-key, and you didn’t expect that to change any time soon.
Jack had called you earlier in the week and let you know he could only get a few visitor passes for SNL, meaning Layla wouldn’t be able to come.
You hated how shy you were but Jack assured you Urban and his parents would be there to sit with you.
“I wish you could come” you sighed as you packed your suitcase for what felt like the hundredth time.
“Me too, but you’ll have so much fun and you’ll have to tell me all about it” Layla replied as she sat on your bed and watched you struggle to fit everything in your suitcase beside her.
Your eyes started to water and Layla noticed immediately.
“Hey, none of that” She stood up and held you while you started to cry.
“I’m just nervous to go without you” Your voice shook, and you couldn’t help but sniffle.
“Jack is a good guy and his team will take care of you, I promise that. Don’t worry about it okay?” She pulled back to make eye contact with you, she was always good about calming you down and you nodded, wiping your tears.
“Why don’t you take my suitcase? It’s bigger and you’ll have a part of me with you” she joked before she went into the hall closet for her luggage.
“You’re the best” You smiled as you placed her suitcase down so you could put all of your things inside it.
“I know” she laughed. “How’s Jack doing? Is he nervous?”
“You know how he is, he pretends he isn’t but I can tell he’s losing his mind. He’s already asked me four times today when my plane lands tomorrow” you giggled.
“He probably misses you. It’s been like a whole week and a half” She playfully rolled her eyes and laughed.
“Also, Lay I wanted to tell you that if I meet Pete, I’ll tell him all about you” You smirked and Layla burst into a fit of laughter. When she finally composed herself all she could say was “You better!”
The next day you were at the airport waiting for your flight and Jack was consistently texting you. He let you know Neelam and Urban would meet you at the airport because he couldn’t get out of rehearsals. You could tell he was disappointed but you tried not to let your anxiety add to his frustrations.
Your flight was quick, and you met Neelam and Urban almost immediately. Neelam explained that she had a hotel room set up for you and that Jack would be done with rehearsals soon and then you two would be able to meet for dinner.
Urban could sense your nerves and talked to you the entire way to the hotel, he asked you about your week and made small talk. You finally asked what songs Jack would be performing and he couldn’t help but laugh, “You know damn well if he hasn’t told you, I can’t tell you either.”
You smacked your lips at that, “it was worth a try.”
After Neelam got you checked into the hotel room both Neelam and Urban went back to Studio 8H, where SNL is filmed. You took a shower and got dressed having zero ideas what the plans were for dinner.
Jack: You stayed at the hotel? ☹️
Y/N: I wasn’t sure if I could go with them or not and I didn’t wanna push. 😅
Jack: I’m almost done here anyway. 😌
It was another hour before Jack showed up at the hotel, you were starving but you were mostly just excited to see him. Neelam had given him the other key to your suite and he text you when he was headed to you.
When he walked into the room he made sure the door closed behind him before he ran over to you and immediately wrapped his arms around you. You could feel his body relax against you.
“I missed you so much” you confessed before wrapping your arms around his shoulders and kissing him. Jack deepened the kiss and your hands got lost in his curls, eventually, the two of you were making out in bed.
“I missed you too, in case you couldn’t tell” He laughed and you did too. Just then you heard a knock on the door, Jack got up quickly and you stayed in bed.
You listened as Jack thanked the guy at the door and then wheeled in a cart of food.
“Dinner is served” he joked as he showed you the options and you just smiled at him with all the adoration in the world.
“You’re a dork, you know that?” You laughed.
The two of you ate and talked about your week, Jack always wanted to hear about yours which you found to be funny considering you did “normal things” and he well, he didn’t.
He apologized profusely about Layla not being able to come and you could tell he meant it, you felt like he understood your sadness because of how close he and Urban are.
“It’s fine! Next time you host or something she’ll come” You smiled and Jack seemed taken aback by that.
“Host? You have a lot of faith in me” he laughed nervously.
“I do! You’re going to do great” You comforted him and he responded with wide eyes.
“I don’t need to watch you rehearse to know that” you chimed in before he mentioned it.
“I’m just glad you’re here” He smiled, and you knew he meant it.
“When do your parents get here?” You asked innocently.
“Ummm, this morning” He blushed knowing you were going to tell him he should be spending time with them.
“Jack!” You gasped and he couldn’t help but laugh.
“Baby, I’ll see them tomorrow!” He said defensively and you shook your head.
“You’re going to make them hate me!”
“They would never hate you and I saw them for a little while today!” He responded. You just pouted and he laughed as he began to tickle you.
“Jack!! Stop!” You giggled and he did for a moment to let you breathe before starting again.
When he finally stopped you straddled him, poking at his sides as he pretended not to be ticklish himself. You looked down and tickled his thighs making him jump. “Okay, okay truce! Shit!” He was out of breath and you leaned against him.
Jack stayed in your hotel room that night, he talked until he startled to mumble which you found adorable. He was always more vulnerable when he was tired and you found the lisp his retainer gave him adorable.
The next morning you were both woken up by his phone going off like crazy. Neelam was trying to make sure he was awake considering it was almost noon.
“I’m awake” he whispered and you reached out to touch his back as he sat on the edge of the bed. He turned to look at you and smiled, mouthing “I’m sorry.”
You shrugged, you never slept this late anyway. You just watched him as he listened to Neelam give him the rundown of today.
“Well can’t I- well- Neelam- listen” He hung up and groaned, immediately crawling back into bed with you.
“By the sound of that call we should probably get ready” you teased and he agreed. The two of you showered and got ready before you waited for his team to show up. Jack wanted you to come along with him for the entire experience so you knew today would be a very long day.
“Are you sure I won’t be in the way?” The two of you waited in the hotel lobby for the car.
“Yeah, it’ll be fine. I want you there, my parents are coming too. I made sure to get everyone a guest pass” He smiled, trying his best to hide his nerves.
You and Jack went inside a limo, which you assumed SNL had provided. You tried not to be obviously “wowed” by it. When you got into the limo you greeted everyone, sitting beside his mom immediately.
Maggie was warm and inviting, the kind of person who made you feel like you’d known her for years. Jack was the same way, so you knew where he got it from.
When the limo was parked, Jack gave you a few pecks before helping you out. You knew even without a real discussion that you couldn’t publicly be all over him.
When you got inside the studio, you spotted Maya Rudolph right away. You wanted to fangirl but you kept your composure. Urban walked with you as Jack led the way. You didn’t mind it because Urban also had a way of making himself feel familiar, which you needed especially without Layla.
You expected the day to drag considering the show wasn’t until later in the night but everything was so quick.
Before you knew it Jack was performing his first song. You could feel the energy shift in the row you were sitting in, his entire team and you were nervous. It wasn’t because you didn’t think he could do it but because you all shared the same idea. Each one of you knew he could do it, and that this moment would be another big career shift.
Jack's first performance was a medley of both Tyler Herro and Whats poppin, but you expected that. You were more curious about his second performance because you had zero ideas what that could be.
When he was done with his first performance you turned to his mom and smiled, she squeezed your hand for reassurance and you looked over at Urban who had been filming and taking photos.
You were mesmerized by the entire show. You grew up watching SNL so just being there was a dream come true. When Jack took the stage for his second (and last) song, you noticed Urban looking at you and smiling. “What?” You turned your head to the side, utterly confused by his grin.
“You’re going to love this” he whispered before he directed his attention back to the stage. Jack was standing next to someone, and once you realized who it was you turned to Urban with a big grin.
Jack had discussed his album with you on one of your very first dates, he was the one to bring it up of course. You confessed to him that his song with Adam Levine didn’t get as much love as you felt it deserved. Jack seemed surprised by your take, even calling it a “flaming hot” take but since the two of you never discussed it again you didn’t think much of it.
You sang along to the song, and your heart swelled at the thought of your comments influencing his decision to pick this song in particular. When he was done, you and everyone else met him backstage and his parents were both in tears. He hugged them for a long time before coming over to both you and Urban.
“I’m so proud of you” you whispered as he hugged you. To keep himself from tearing up, he asked you and Urban about the afterparty. His parents and Neelam were ready to call it a night but he was still wired from performing. He said his goodbyes and Neelam warned both you and Urban to keep an eye on him, half joking and half serious.
You agreed to go to the afterparty, both of you had talked about it last night and Jack brought a change of clothes for the three of you, storing it in his dressing room.
The three of you were fashionably late to the afterparty but both you and Urban grabbed drinks while Jack worked the room. He eventually showed back up to your table with Pete Davidson and you tried your best not to be obviously starstruck.
“Thought you’d wanna call Layla” Jack teased and you nodded, FaceTiming her so she could have a cringe conversation with her celebrity crush. Jack shouted over the music that he owed her since she couldn’t come and Layla could hardly form words, it was funny and awkward but memorable.
The four of you talked for a while before a few other cast members joined in.
Eventually, Jack excused himself again to network but you expected that. You and Urban got to know each other fairly well considering the circumstance, which was nice.
“So Laylas a Pete girl huh?” Urban smirked and you couldn’t help but laugh out loud at his tone.
“You jealous?” You teased and he shrugged, not giving you a yes or no answer. The look on his face said it all though.
“She’s going to hate me for saying this and I’ll deny it if you tell her but I think she was more upset about not being able to see you than not being able to come this weekend” you hummed.
“Oh, really?” He attempted and failed at trying not to sound too excited about it.
Your eyes scanned the room for Jack, losing eyes on him for the first time tonight. You assumed he’d show back up soon so you took it upon yourself to mingle, following Urban's lead.
You checked the time on your phone realizing just how long all of you had been at this afterparty. You had an early flight and you didn’t want to ruin Jack's night but you were exhausted. You called him twice and he didn’t answer, Urban noticed you were growing anxious about it.
“Let me go look for him real quick, okay?” He motioned for you to stay where you were standing while he went to find Jack.
Less than three minutes later both Jack and Urban showed back up, Jack apologized profusely but you weren’t upset, just tired. The three of you got an Uber back to the hotel and you fell asleep leaning on Jack's shoulder.
Jack gently woke you when you got to the hotel, and before you parted ways you thanked Urban for keeping you company all night.
Jack was silent as you two walked to your room, which wasn’t like him at all.
“Are you okay?” You yawned as you rummaged through your purse for the hotel room key.
He didn’t answer you until you got inside the room, “I’m sorry if you felt like I disappeared tonight. I just had to show some face and Chris and Neelam said I should spend my night talking to people and I never want you to think those people are more important because they aren’t. You know that right?” You noticed he was nervously rambling, as he sat on the bed and looked up at you.
“Jack? I’m okay baby. We are fine” You smiled as you took a step toward him, placing your hand on his shoulder.
“Promise?” He smiled, the corners of his eyes were wrinkled and you could tell he was also exhausted.
“I promise” You bent down to kiss him. “I get it, I do.” You reassured him and he felt a wave of relief come over him.
“I wish you didn’t have to go home so early” he mumbled as the two of you changed into pajamas.
“I know me too. I’m proud of you for tonight though, and I’m glad you wanted me there” You smiled before going into the bathroom to brush your teeth.
The two of you eventually fell asleep and cuddled up against one another.
The next morning was hectic, you had overslept and almost missed your flight meaning you and Jack only had a quick moment to say goodbye, leaving your stomach in knots.
You were sure to see him soon but with his hectic schedule anything could change at any moment and you felt uneasy about it.
You were waiting for your plane to depart, looking at reviews online about Jack's performances, and scrolling through pictures of the after-party. You hadn’t noticed someone was taking photos, you assumed they would just be of Maya Rudolph and Jack since they were the host and musical guest along with other cast members.
There was a photo of Jack, Pete and someone you couldn’t exactly place, you knew she was famous obviously and no doubt it was either for modeling or acting but you didn’t know who she was right away or who she was even there with since you hadn’t noticed her all night.
You saved the photo and immediately sent it to Layla before takeoff, she usually recognized everyone.
You knew she was asleep so you shrugged it off and sent another message letting her know you’d be home soon.
You quickly sent a text to Jack letting him know you’d tell him when you landed back home.
You hated to admit just how much you already missed him. There was no denying that you both were already growing attached in such a short time.
heyy!! i was wondering if u could do one with jack and reader with short hair, like buzz cut / pixie cut short. how would he react to seeing the new cut for the first time -- reader used to have long hair.
this is so vague lmao but reader always has long hair and i genuinely wonder what jack's reaction would be to such a drastic change (in your opinion) 😂
thnx sm and no pressure!! i love ur work 💓
early april fools
PAIRING ➔ jack harlow x gf!reader
A/N ➔ thank you sm for the request anon!! i love u!!
now for sometime you thought that short hair would look good on you, of course when you started thinking of the idea again, countless pictures of short hairstyle popped up across your feed whether it be instagram, pinterest, or even tik tok.
wash days were always the worst when it came to your long hair, you’d find it anywhere and everywhere.
strands all over the bathroom tiles and somehow even on the bathroom sink, it was too much.
you loved your long hair but it was time for a change. since jack wasn’t around due to him doing surprise events, now was the perfect opportunity to do this, just as you, jack was used to your short hair.
at any given opportunity jack would randomly twirl your hair around his finger. his favorite pastime was playing in your hair, in public or at home, it didn’t matter. it was just something that didn’t bother you at all.
scheduling your appointment, you were very excited to see how your new look would come out, although you did have your doubts, what if the stylist cut too high and gave you the dora the explorer look?
what happened if the stylist used the wrong color? or even gave you the wrong style? it was the simple things like that which made you worry, but nonetheless, it was the stylists job to make sure they knew what they were doing.
the appointment was set for 2:30 pm that same day.
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after coming home from the appointment you couldn’t contain yourself, giving in, you began playing around with your hair.
you looked at yourself in the mirror as if there were a different person looking right back at you through the mirror.
you loved it and were so glad that you changed it when you did, now the best part would be waiting for jack to get home and to see his reaction.
he had a tendency to be dramatic, which was something that you loved about jack. he was unintentionally funny, it was never a dull moment with him around.
the surround sound in the apartment played the perfect girl by mareux, just loud enough for you to hear just in case for the front door to be opened.
you wanted to do as much as you could before jack arrived home, you wanted to make this a nice surprise for him although it wasn’t something huge.
managing to occupy yourself, a few hours seemingly passed by and you found yourself cleaning up around the house a bit, you heard the familiar ding of a text notification.
quickly finding the phone, there was a text from jack;
➔ from: hubby 💘
be home in about 15 minutes, i love you stink 😚
you smiled at the message, it was something so simple, but jack never failed to out a smile on your face. as you finished the last bit of cleaning around.
you popped open your favorite bottle of wine into a glass and relaxed on the couch and put on 9-1-1, you told yourself to catch up a while ago but you never did so now was the chance.
about 10 minutes into the episode, the door unlocked and carefully putting down the glass onto the ottoman, you sat up and flattened out your hair although it was already, you know, flattened.
jack kicked his shoes off as he rubbed the back of his neck while scrolling through his phone. “hey baby,” he said after looking up from his phone, he did a double take cause he swore he was seeing things.
you took up a new place on the couch, now sitting on the leg of the couch, “hi my love!” you said getting off the couch and hugging his side, jack’s arm wrapping around you naturally.
something about you was off about you, yet he couldn’t pinpoint what the exact reason was until he got a closer look.
“y/n, where’s the rest of your hair.” he said sternly, you laughed, clearing your throat shortly after.
“what are you talking about jack? all my hair is right here.” you said letting go of his side.
“y/n, when i left the house this morning you had a full head of hair, stop playing with me and take that wig off.” he replied.
“boy, first off,” you moved his arm from your shoulders, then slapped his shoulder as hard as you could.
“this is not a damn wig, and even if it was, it damn sure is cute. you wish you could pull it off.” you retaliated.
“yeah yeah, okay whatever, early april fools!” he said before grabbing your hair and yanking it. a scream erupted from your mouth.
jack quickly moved his hand from your head as his face fell. “baby, i am so sorry, i didn’t mean it.”
you stood there looking at him, a hand on the back of your head in an attempt to soothe the throbbing.
“jack, i swear, i’m going to fuck you up.” you replied, your lips pursed together tightly.
A/N: Thank you @jackharloww for another amazing request.
It was a hectic morning in the Harlow household, Jade wasn’t feeling the best and Jack wasn’t home so you felt incredibly overwhelmed.
Hazel was sitting on the couch, waiting for you to put on her show. She usually did it herself but you had just recently got a new cable service and she didn’t know what channel her shows were on now.
“Mommy? Mom?” Hazel asked as you walked around the living room looking for the wipes. Her mouth full of waffles.
“One second Hazey, let me change your sisters diaper” you sighed, carrying Jade to her room. You tried to be quick because you worried about Hazel choking on her food while you were out of the room.
“Are you okay?” You yelled and Hazel quickly replied.
“Yes mommy! I’m done eating” she knew what you were worried about.
You were happy to hear that, now taking your time as you got Jades diaper changed.
Meanwhile, Hazel was growing impatient. She sighed getting up from the couch. She looked for your cell phone and eventually found it on the kitchen table.
“Call Jackman” she giggled as she spoke to your phone. She always felt silly calling her dad by his name but you both felt it was important for her to know your names in case of an emergency.
“Hey beautiful” Jack answered the phone and Hazel giggled immediately.
“Hi daddy! Can you switch to face?” She asked and Jack knew she meant FaceTime so he laughed and obliged.
“Where’s mommy?” He laughed as his eldest daughter held the camera practically up her nose.
“How do I put on Disney?” She sighed and she could hear both Urban and Nickie Jon laughing in the background. She walked back to the living room with her hand on her hip and the phone in the other hand.
“Where’s mommy?” Jack asked again.
“Mommy is with Jade. She made a poopy so I’m in here waiting” she sighed, clearly annoyed she had to explain herself.
You were making your way back to the living room when you heard Hazel talking to Jack on the phone. You stayed in the hallway to listen as you bounced Jade softly.
“Mommy made a poopy or Jade made a poopy?” Jack laughed, and so did Urban and Nickie at his use of the word “poopy.”
“Jadey!” Hazel giggled, “how do I put on my show?”
“You have to use the remote honey. Where is the remote?” Jack stifled a giggle, trying to shush the guys as they continued to laugh.
“I have the tv on already, I just don’t know what channel” she huffed and you entered the room.
Hazel was slightly embarrassed “ I called daddy” she giggled and gave you your phone. You bent down and grabbed the remote putting on her show for her.
“Sorry she called you, I know you’re busy” you laughed, balancing Jade on your hip. You took the phone with you as you walked to the kitchen. 
“It was the laugh we needed” Urban hollered in the background.
You sat Jade in her high-chair so you could talk to him without balancing her in your arms.
“Ignore him” Jack smiled, taking you in as he watched you in full fledge mom mode.
“What?” You smiled back at the phone as you realized he was staring.
“You’re absolutely beautiful” he replied and you couldn’t help but smile.
“I have pajamas on and I’m decorated with baby drool but I’ll take it” you smiled.
“So what’re you doing later?” Jacks brow lifted and he licked his lips, he was joking but you couldn’t help but laugh.
“Get back to work and stop stalling” you giggled and he loved your honesty.
“You know me so well, I love you so much baby” he hummed.
“I love you too” you smiled and before you could say anything else Hazel wanted it to be clear she also loved Jack, shouting it from the couch.
“I love you too Hazey!” Jack replied and you faced the camera toward her so she could wave.
A/N: when i was finishing this "question…?" by Taylor Swift came to my mind randomly so… i decided to take it as a sign
“oh, you are a couple of hypocrites, I know that if you had to choose between one of you, and me, you would choose each other!”
Urban and Jack had been arguing for 15 minutes about which of the two was your best friend, you didn't know how the topic had come to their conversation, but you thought it was hilarious.
“No, that’s not true” Jack said
“oh, isn’t it?”
“No, because you are my best female friend and urban is my best male friend, but instead we are in the same hierarchy, you cannot have two best male friends”
“that's ridiculous!” you answered laughing out loud
"well, I just thought of something... and I know that this definitely makes me y/n's best friend" Urban said, with an almost devilish smile.
"Shoot" Jack replied.
"I kissed her" Urban said, making his smile bigger and you gasped.
"what?!" Jack yelled, "is that true, y/n?"
"yeah" you said, guilty, "when we were 14 I had a little crush on urban and he took advantage of it!" you said, pointing at him and then putting your hands on your face, pretending to cry. Obviously, all three of you knew you were faking it.
"oh please! you practically begged me, y/n"
your jaw dropped.
"you're such a liar!" you said, laughing in surprise, and hit him on the arm.
"okay, okay!" Jack stopped your fake argument, "y/n, i'm highly offended. i thought i was your number one?" he said, acting hurt, "and urban was just your other friend for default?"
"hey!" urban said, offended.
"sorry jack" you tried to look apologetic, but you couldn't hide the humor on your face.
"oh no, this is not solved with an apology. you're going to have to let me kiss you"
"what?!" you yelled, laughing hysterically, even though you were really trying to hide your nerves. your crush on urban had lasted for a couple of weeks when you were 14, and it was because at first you two were closer, but once you started to get to know Jack more things changed. unlike what happened with urban, your crush on Jack had lasted for years.
At this point, he wasn't even a dumb crush, you were head over heels in love with this boy, it's just that Jack was just as clueless as you when it came to figuring out each other's feelings.
"yes, it's not fair that these differences exist"
"get over it, buddy, i'm her favourite" Urban smirked, putting an arm around your shoulders.
"Oh, not after i kiss her" Jack answered, with the same smirk as Urban.
"you two are so immature" you said, rolling your eyes, but unable to hide your blush.
After a few seconds, Jack was still looking at you.
"I'm waiting" he said, raising his eyebrows.
"You're not being serious," you said, trying to calm yourself down.
"I have never been more serious in my life"
"why do I have to be the one who goes to you and not you to me?"
"okay," Jack said, standing up from his seat immediately.
"no!" you screamed, trying to run, but there was nothing more you wanted than to feel his lips on yours, it's just that you didn't know if you were going to be able to live without them after having tasted them. Or even if you were to survive this moment, your heart was already pounding in your chest, you wouldn't be surprised if you dropped dead right now.
Jack caught you from the waist and turned you around without letting go for a second, your faces close to each other, your breaths ragged. He smiled at you, as if trying to calm you down, but what you didn't know was that he was as nervous as you, however, he couldn't let this opportunity pass him by, not after having wanted it for so long. You smiled back.
"You know I'm not going to do anything you don't want, I'm just playing with you" Jack said sincerely, although in the bottom of his heart he wanted you to give him your consent.
"I know"
"so?"
"I think it's only fair that you have the same opportunities as urban, for me to decide if you're my best friend or not," you teased, putting your hands behind his neck. he rolled his eyes, smiling.
"seems fair to me too"
“okay then” you said, and it didn't go unnoticed to you how Jack swallowed hard.
"okay then," he repeated, bringing his face closer to yours. Those two seconds felt like forever to you, but finally, after years of friendship and being in love with him, you could feel his lips on yours. It was a shy kiss, just your lips in sync.
"oh my god, get a room" Urban's voice finally said, and you both felt the door of the tour bus open, so you were completely alone. Jack squeezed your hip, which made you gasp, which he took advantage of to deepen the kiss, running his tongue over your mouth, but before you two could move on to something more intense, a noise separated you, or rather, some applauses. Urban had gone to find the whole team, who were clapping from the door, because, let's be honest, everyone was waiting for this day to finally come . You laughed, hiding your face in Jack's chest, who laughed with you, and squeezed you to his body in a hug, to later separate you and give you a peck.
"I don't think you guys are going to be just friends after this, so… I won!"
Urban said, closing the door, making you giggle and leaving you alone again.
"i've never been so happy to lose in my life" Jack said, holding your face and pressing your lips back together, making you smile in the middle of the kiss, also happy that now you were left with only one best friend.
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