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Actions speak louder than words

A/N: First fic back from exams? either way enjoy the brain fart at 2 in the morning.

WARNING: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE. SMUT 16+ (fem!reader)

A tear-stained face you knocked at Miguels' door at 3 in the morning, unusual yes for a hookup, better yet just talking. You could hear feet shuffling across the floor on the other side of the door, stopping just by the door. He was tired of course from his sleepy expression moreso confusion overshadowing his face as he opened the door to see you there. Dressed in no more than a boxer, his lean figure was exposed for you to see.

“y/n what are you doin?-”

Your kiss cut him off, his hands quick to hold the small of your back. 

He was somewhat used to this. You and your boyfriend fought which more times than not left you in tears. You come knocking at his door to “vent” and ends in you writhing beneath him.

So he knows what *this* is all about.

Instinctively, he taps the side of your thigh, hoisting you up, legs draping over his waist. Your tears mixed with the kisses which had no rhythm but a sense of urgency as if you two were searching for something. This was no night, rather a morning of conversation, but chasing and fulfilling that need.

Miguel carried you to his room, placing you on the bed and proceeding to line your body with kisses. He slowly moved down as if to love and praise every part of you until he reached where you most needed him. He was teasing, of course. Kissing the inner parts of your thigh but blowing slightly on your aching area. You knew what he was doing though, tugging him slightly letting him know this was not the time nor the place.

He caught on, licking a strip down your centre earning a gasp from you. One thing Miguel knew how to master was his eating you out and gaining more pleasure from it than you. He would occasionally use his fangs to tease your clit. Your hip involuntarily jolts up at the pleasure, Miguel's hands quick hold you in place.

Oftentimes than not, he gets lost in eating you out and forgets that someone is also receiving the pleasure at the other end. You were getting close, he knew from the way your body reacted; legs threatening to close around him, jagged breaths, and grip ever so tightening on his hair, but, he continued. He gave you one good look from below signalling for you to let go. You came down from your high but he was still lapping in your juices. You were getting louder and overstimulated by his tongue, it becoming too much. You grabbed his head, pulling him away from you, a smirk creeping across his face.

Hands now on your waist, he moved back up to lather kisses on your upper body, especially at your neck which was likely to put you in a moaning mess. You could feel his hard-on, and he looked into your eyes searching for an answer, “Can I?” and a simple not from you was all that was needed.

He aligned himself with your entrance, your hand, balling the sheet as he bottomed out. He waited a few moments for you to adjust before thrusting at an unbelievable speed. Head falling back to meet the pillow and eyes rolling back which was guaranteed to see the inside view of your head and tears of pleasure but also emotion, he was going at a ravishing pace. He held you by the chin forcing you to look at him.

“Up here. I'm up here.”

This night in particular he was not being lenient with you. The wet sound of your bodies in contact filled the room as well as the moans which he drew out of you. You're more than sure his neighbours would be having the last laugh in this situation. You were coming to your second orgasm, moans becoming shorter and high pitched but he didn't slow the pace, rather quickening to also reach his own climax.

The knots were there in your stomach when he moved his free hand down to your clit, drawing 8s over it. You were far from gone at this point, white flashes coming over you. Miguel also came unbeknownst to you. He held himself up on his elbows over you catching his breath before slowly moving out, causing a groan to leave his lips from the loss of fulfilment.

He got up, went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and a warm towel. When he came back to the room, tears still on your face seemingly from the sex you just had, he came over to you and placed the water on the nightstand beside you, wiping your tear-stained face, and slowly got to cleaning you up, gasping at the sensitivity. He finished and got beside you, holding you in his arm and hand running through your head, enough to draw you into a slumber state. But he knew the rules in the book You’d come, you'd fuck and you'd leave just before the sun showed its face. And this was true. The next morning, Miguel woke up to an empty bed, just left with the scent of *you*.

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until next time, i guess.

A/N: angst again..I just have a lot of angst in my drafts rn so might as well get rid of it :)

also, this might be my last fic in a while with exams going on and burnout so yeah 🧍‍♀️

Content warning: mentioned abuse, slight language, angst

Having arguments with Jack was not a usual thing. He promised you at the beginning of this relationship that he doesn't like to shout, never did, but something did take a turn during these past couple weeks.

After the tour started, he started to grow more and more agitated at you, reason being? You had no clue but whatever it was, you tried to subtly keep your distance from him. An argument broke out at your shared apartment, foul language being thrown left, right and centre with slight degradation in the heat of the moment.

During the argument, not being able to think straight, you began to pack up your suitcase.

“Where the hell are you going?” he questioned following you.

But you ignored his question, scavenging and continuing to pack your clothes.

When you were done packing, grabbing whatever you could think about at the moment, you were about to leave his bedroom when standing at the door frame, he snatched the suitcase from your hand.

“Stop.” There was deep pain and regret in his voice.

You stopped.

“Stop and look at me…”

Slowly you raised your head and looked him dead in his eyes. They were swelling with tears but he was trying his best to hold himself together.

“You can't just run away when things get hard y/n..”

“Why not Jack? Why not. You've been ignoring, treating me like shit and frankly i've had enough.”

“You love me right?”

“Yes- “

“Then stay.”

You frowned, shaking your head. “No jack..”

You grabbed your suitcase from his hand and quickly ran down the stairs. Before you could reach the door handle, he shouted your name.

“Swear to god..” he shouted “If you walk out that door I will never, ever fucking look for you again, do you understand me?” you knew this was just a lie to try and get you back, and he would come back to find you.

You ignored him, pulled out your car keys and stormed outside of the apartment.

He started up again. “Wait wait. I didn't mean that..”

You put your suitcase in the trunk. He was standing in the way trying to stop you from leaving.

“Move Jack!”

“You're my everything.” he said, still blocking your path. “Without you, I’m nothing, my love.”

You grew tired of hearing him go on and on and finding ways to possess you to change your mind, you rolled your eyes. The relationship keeps going nowhere every time you try to forgive him when you let go of his anger on you. It was time to take a break, maybe end it.

“Please.” he begged, “Don't break me.”

But it was already too late. Your mind was already made up.

“No.” you said, pushing him back, “I’m done with you.”

He stumbled back and you saw his jaw clenched. You looked down at his hands which were balled in a fist, which made you frightened of his next move. You began having flashbacks from when your ex would constantly hit you and Jack promised and made sure he wasn't the type to assert his anger through violence.

He just stood there in defeat as he watch you left the driveway, not even a kiss to say goodbye.

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until next time, i guess.

A/N: angst again..I just have a lot of angst in my drafts rn so might as well get rid of it :)

also, this might be my last fic in a while with exams going on and burnout so yeah 🧍‍♀️

Content warning: mentioned abuse, slight language, angst

Having arguments with Jack was not a usual thing. He promised you at the beginning of this relationship that he doesn't like to shout, never did, but something did take a turn during these past couple weeks.

After the tour started, he started to grow more and more agitated at you, reason being? You had no clue but whatever it was, you tried to subtly keep your distance from him. An argument broke out at your shared apartment, foul language being thrown left, right and centre with slight degradation in the heat of the moment.

During the argument, not being able to think straight, you began to pack up your suitcase.

“Where the hell are you going?” he questioned following you.

But you ignored his question, scavenging and continuing to pack your clothes.

When you were done packing, grabbing whatever you could think about at the moment, you were about to leave his bedroom when standing at the door frame, he snatched the suitcase from your hand.

“Stop.” There was deep pain and regret in his voice.

You stopped.

“Stop and look at me…”

Slowly you raised your head and looked him dead in his eyes. They were swelling with tears but he was trying his best to hold himself together.

“You can't just run away when things get hard y/n..”

“Why not Jack? Why not. You've been ignoring, treating me like shit and frankly i've had enough.”

“You love me right?”

“Yes- “

“Then stay.”

You frowned, shaking your head. “No jack..”

You grabbed your suitcase from his hand and quickly ran down the stairs. Before you could reach the door handle, he shouted your name.

“Swear to god..” he shouted “If you walk out that door I will never, ever fucking look for you again, do you understand me?” you knew this was just a lie to try and get you back, and he would come back to find you.

You ignored him, pulled out your car keys and stormed outside of the apartment.

He started up again. “Wait wait. I didn't mean that..”

You put your suitcase in the trunk. He was standing in the way trying to stop you from leaving.

“Move Jack!”

“You're my everything.” he said, still blocking your path. “Without you, I’m nothing, my love.”

You grew tired of hearing him go on and on and finding ways to possess you to change your mind, you rolled your eyes. The relationship keeps going nowhere every time you try to forgive him when you let go of his anger on you. It was time to take a break, maybe end it.

“Please.” he begged, “Don't break me.”

But it was already too late. Your mind was already made up.

“No.” you said, pushing him back, “I’m done with you.”

He stumbled back and you saw his jaw clenched. You looked down at his hands which were balled in a fist, which made you frightened of his next move. You began having flashbacks from when your ex would constantly hit you and Jack promised and made sure he wasn't the type to assert his anger through violence.

He just stood there in defeat as he watch you left the driveway, not even a kiss to say goodbye.

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Don't

A/N: Happy Saturday. Just in the mood for posting drafts.

Warning: Language, fluff, implied smut (was going to make it into a full smut but gave up lol)

Close friends wasn't even the phrase to describe you and jack’s relationship. Some had even speculated that y’all were a couple but you know that would never be the case. It was good how it was currently. You suspected that Jack always had a little something for you, but he always threw mixed feelings at you.

Spending time with you, hugs lasting a little longer than usual, ordering your favourite food to your apartment without mutual warning but this was always brushed off whenever he was out to a party or whatever it may be and he’d dance with random girls, hand trailing all over her body or even lap dances. Long story short, it made you somewhat jealous but you were good at hiding it.

You were at Jack’s apartment this evening. You slept there, ate there, cooked there, washed there ever so often so he was basically used to you being there unexpectedly, but he never complained. In spite of that, tonight you had a date with a guy you had been talking to for sometime, a guy Jack had no idea about, furthermore a date with him.

But it wasn't much of a big deal, or was it?

—

It had gotten close to the time to leave and head to your apartment to be picked up. You had everything planned out for this night. You bathed, put on your best work of art on your face and the dress, the dress was one of your favourites, why? It fits your body to a tee. Hugged the curves of your body in the right places and made you look stunning, too stunning at least.

Jack had got back from being out with Urban but you were too caught up to even notice.

Jack Pov:

The smell of y/n’s perfume lingered in the house so I knew she was here, but the smell was the smell she only wore when she was going out.

“Y/N!, where are you..I can smell you.” I shouted trying to locate her.

“I’m in the upstairs bathroom.”

I walked up the stairs and froze at the sight. She was absolutely gorgeous, from head to foot.

“Now where you going lookin’ like this” I said, still taken back from the site ahead of me.

“I’m going on a date tonig- do you mind helping me with this zip..I cant get it up.” - “Jack!, quite staring and help me”

“Sorry sorry.” I said, shaking my head breaking the thoughts.

A date? I thought to myself. Who could she be going on a date with and why didn't she tell me she was seeing someone.

“Who are you going with?” I questioned.

“Ah, some guy I met some time ago, don't worry about it.”

Don’t worry about it.

End of POV

You could tell he wasn't so keen about the idea. He was confining, staring at you, walking back and forth, eyeing you every time he’d pass the bathroom door frame. He wanted to give you room to finish but deep down he wanted to know who and why you didn't tell him about this guy. But why should he care, it's not like he likes you.

Wrong.

“Quite staring Jack, I can feel you eyeing me.” you scoffed.

“You’re beautiful, I can't help it.”

You finished up, grabbed your heels and headed downstairs to the couch to put them on. Jack was hovering and it was slowly making you agitated.

“You’re hovering Jack, what is it?” you said sharply.

“Don’t.”

You paused trying to hook the heels and looked at him confused. “Don’t…what?”

“Don’t go on that date.” he huffed.

You decided to play dumb because you knew he was jealous and you knew it was hurting him to see you go out with someone other than him. “Why?” a smirk slowly creeping on your face.

“You bitch..you know why y/n.”

“Say it.”

“Say what y/n.” he shot back but you weren't giving it up unless you got those words out of him

“Say. it. Jack.”

“No!, there's nothing I have to say.”

“Well then, I am leaving. I have somewhere to be.” you said before grabbing your purse and heading to the door but he was quick to grab you by your wrist and stop your movements.

“You’re not leaving.”

You turned around and looked him dead in the eye. “You’re jealous.” you said, smirking and flinging your arm from his hold to proceed to the door.

“Oh so you were trying to get me jealous, is that it?”

“Not at all.”

“Yeah right, I thought we learned from the last time you decided to make me jealous.” he said, inching closer and closer to you. Eye contact was no longer contained as you looked off over his shoulder.

“Don't play all shy now, look at me, finish speak your shit now.”

Silence.

“That’s what I thought.”

Without much thought, Jack grabbed your chin, titling it up to kiss you. Like a starved man, he kissed and kissed which caused your stomach to do backflips after backflips.

“You might want to cancel that date, love.” he mumbled between the heated kisses.

“Fuck you, Jack.” you whispered.

“I didn't hear that?”, he did.

“Fuck. You.” you spat.

He just smiled at your response because he knew this was just the beginning of a long night he had in store. Jack lips still connected to yours, hoisted you up to wrap your legs around his waist, proceeding to take you upstairs into the bedroom.

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My turn

A/N: short, simple. Been busy with school and had this in my drafts with the rest i’ll post later in the week. enjoy :)

*y/b/n - your bestfriend’s name.*

Day and night, Jack spent the whole day at the studio while you were at home by yourself for the past two weeks. He wasn’t home yet and you were laying on the couch catching and filling in your bestfriend on your current life.

“y/b/n..jack’s been really busy these past couple of weeks and I’ve been kinda wanting some love from him. I feel like he’s shunned me aside, but I know he’s working on his new album and i know it isn’t on purpose so I don't blame him.”

Coincidentally, just as you said that, in the distance you could hear the rustling of keys and the click of the front door.

“Baby I’m back.” made known Jack.

“Seems like I spoke too fast because he just got back.” you told your best friend.

—

“Hey love,” he said, scooting over next to you on the couch.

“Who you talking to?” continuing to wrap his hand around your waist.

“I’m talking to y/b/n…my best friend.

“Mhm” was all he said in return and snuggled his head into your neck, hair slightly tickling you.

You and your best friend continued your catching up and occasional gossip causing Jack some slight shocked faces. Jack knew he was barely spending time with you, so he was growing irritated waiting for you to finish. He just wanted your attention. He grabbed the phone from your hand causing you to throw him a confused look.

“Hey y/b/n?..yeah she's gonna call you back later.” and ended the call, placing the phone beside him.

“And what was that fo-”

You were interrupted by jack placing his lips against yours, it wasn't eager but more so, affectionate . “I just wanted your attention, that's all.” he mumbled between kisses.

(i hate this but oh well)

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My turn

A/N: short, simple. Been busy with school and had this in my drafts with the rest i’ll post later in the week. enjoy :)

*y/b/n - your bestfriend’s name.*

Day and night, Jack spent the whole day at the studio while you were at home by yourself for the past two weeks. He wasn’t home yet and you were laying on the couch catching and filling in your bestfriend on your current life.

“y/b/n..jack’s been really busy these past couple of weeks and I’ve been kinda wanting some love from him. I feel like he’s shunned me aside, but I know he’s working on his new album and i know it isn’t on purpose so I don't blame him.”

Coincidentally, just as you said that, in the distance you could hear the rustling of keys and the click of the front door.

“Baby I’m back.” made known Jack.

“Seems like I spoke too fast because he just got back.” you told your best friend.

—

“Hey love,” he said, scooting over next to you on the couch.

“Who you talking to?” continuing to wrap his hand around your waist.

“I’m talking to y/b/n…my best friend.

“Mhm” was all he said in return and snuggled his head into your neck, hair slightly tickling you.

You and your best friend continued your catching up and occasional gossip causing Jack some slight shocked faces. Jack knew he was barely spending time with you, so he was growing irritated waiting for you to finish. He just wanted your attention. He grabbed the phone from your hand causing you to throw him a confused look.

“Hey y/b/n?..yeah she's gonna call you back later.” and ended the call, placing the phone beside him.

“And what was that fo-”

You were interrupted by jack placing his lips against yours, it wasn't eager but more so, affectionate . “I just wanted your attention, that's all.” he mumbled between kisses.

(i hate this but oh well)

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What’s going on up there?

A/N: short one for the road. It was just sitting there so why not :)

Warning: slight fluff, basically it.

Jack had left for the studio sometime again leaving you in your shared apartment by yourself, giving you an opportunity to clean and cook so that upon his arrival, he had something to eat.

Time had definitely passed and you were long finished. You were still alone so you grabbed a bottle of wine, played your playlist on Spotify, and started on some college assignments you had due in a couple of days. When work gets a bit stressful and exhausting you tend to push it away but you decided to just make a start to see how much you could accomplish tonight.

Let alone, this did not last very long. At some point you zoned out and were deep in trance, thoughts bouncing from one to the next, staring at the wall with the wine sitting comfortably in one hand. You didn't even realize the click of the front door indicating that Jack was back.

“Mamas, I’m back.” you were too distracted that jack calling out to you went completely over your head. He placed down the stuff he had in his hands on the nearby and proceeded to embrace your body on the couch. “Hey...what's going in up there?” he asked in a raspy voice.

“Oh my gosh Jack, when did you get back?!”

“Just now...Now tell me what is going on up there?” he says tapping lightly at your temple.

“Ah it's nothing.” you tried to change the topic. “How was your night at the studio?’

“y/n, you're changing the topic. Tell me what's going on, you don't usually drink wine unless you’re stressed or sum, so whats up?

There was no going back since he already cracked the code. “It's just school, work and other stuff. It's been stressful and I've been feeling like I don't spend enough time with you which just makes me feel like an awful person to you.”

“y/n you are always enough for me. You cook, you clean, you make sure everything is done for me while tackling school, and to be honest mamas, I couldn't possibly want anything better than that.” You felt your cheeks heat up and you hid your face into the crook of Jack’s neck. “I love you jack, do you know that?” you muffled. “I love you too y/n...I really do.” placing a kiss on your forehead.

“C’mon. Let's put down the wine and head to bed.” You placed the wine back into its holder and followed Jack up the stairs into the master bedroom. You two cuddled and called it a night.

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What’s going on up there?

A/N: short one for the road. It was just sitting there so why not :)

Warning: slight fluff, basically it.

Jack had left for the studio sometime again leaving you in your shared apartment by yourself, giving you an opportunity to clean and cook so that upon his arrival, he had something to eat.

Time had definitely passed and you were long finished. You were still alone so you grabbed a bottle of wine, played your playlist on Spotify, and started on some college assignments you had due in a couple of days. When work gets a bit stressful and exhausting you tend to push it away but you decided to just make a start to see how much you could accomplish tonight.

Let alone, this did not last very long. At some point you zoned out and were deep in trance, thoughts bouncing from one to the next, staring at the wall with the wine sitting comfortably in one hand. You didn't even realize the click of the front door indicating that Jack was back.

“Mamas, I’m back.” you were too distracted that jack calling out to you went completely over your head. He placed down the stuff he had in his hands on the nearby and proceeded to embrace your body on the couch. “Hey...what's going in up there?” he asked in a raspy voice.

“Oh my gosh Jack, when did you get back?!”

“Just now...Now tell me what is going on up there?” he says tapping lightly at your temple.

“Ah it's nothing.” you tried to change the topic. “How was your night at the studio?’

“y/n, you're changing the topic. Tell me what's going on, you don't usually drink wine unless you’re stressed or sum, so whats up?

There was no going back since he already cracked the code. “It's just school, work and other stuff. It's been stressful and I've been feeling like I don't spend enough time with you which just makes me feel like an awful person to you.”

“y/n you are always enough for me. You cook, you clean, you make sure everything is done for me while tackling school, and to be honest mamas, I couldn't possibly want anything better than that.” You felt your cheeks heat up and you hid your face into the crook of Jack’s neck. “I love you jack, do you know that?” you muffled. “I love you too y/n...I really do.” placing a kiss on your forehead.

“C’mon. Let's put down the wine and head to bed.” You placed the wine back into its holder and followed Jack up the stairs into the master bedroom. You two cuddled and called it a night.

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Late Night Memories

A/N: I'm here again, sorry for the lack of posting but school is a bit rough right now. Hope you enjoy and any feedback is accepted. Love you <3.

Jack Harlow x reader

Let's just put it this way. This week has been pretty rough and mentally draining for both you and Jack, but it definitely had its positives.

Jack released his new single Nail tech which unexpectedly caught the attention of his idol Kanye West. He was over the moon that night when you shared the news with him and from thereon he couldn't contain his happiness no matter how much he tried. To add to his week of preparing for his upcoming album, he was flown out to prepare for Donda 2 which he was also beyond excited for.

You, on the other hand, were battling the work of university and part-time jobs for the experience. Absolutely no sympathy was given in the workload in the final years and having to work on top of that made it difficult. Jack opted that he’d help out with the money aspect for school but you insisted numerous times that he didn't have to because you didn't want it to seem that you were dependent on him, so you refused but he understood. He loved that you were independent in every way but at times he wished you'd let him help.

It came at a time when Jack was back from home travelling and studio work, sitting on the couch mindlessly scrolling through his phone and you were at the dining table finishing off some, soon to be due, assignments. The silence which filled the house wasn't uncomfortable but there was definitely some uneasiness in it. A stressful vibe almost. And with this, Jack caught on.

“Hey mamas, c’mon let’s go,” he said, getting up from the couch, heading to the table where his keys were.

You shot him a puzzled look, stopping your action of typing on the computer. “And we are going where again…at night?”

“Just grab your phone and let’s go.”

You weren't even dressed properly to be going somewhere. But I guess the pyjama pants and a vest were sufficient for Jack.

-

Jack had a thing for long car rides, especially at night, but this only occurred when he was stressed, annoyed at something, or just wanted a domestic way of spending time with you. This time, he was craving some time with you after being both so busy.

Heading to the car park, he opened the door to the passenger side to get in first and then proceeded to the driver's side and started his jeep.

At this point, you’ve figured this trip wasn't anywhere, in particular, he was just mindlessly driving. He grabbed his phone and scrolled through his Spotify until he found the right playlist and shuffled it. Sidenote, he has a playlist for every mood there possibly is.

The silence was filled with the playing of a song. And the song just happened to be the song that played the night you two met, Puppy Love by Paul Anka, and from thereon, it was a song to always remember, even discussed to be played at the future wedding.

BACKSTORY -

You bot met at a party. Ironic right. This wasn't like any other party. It was his party, the night of him dropping the TWTAS album. You had connections and those connections somehow ended up in you and them going.

All in all, dressing up isn't your thing, but your friends begged you to dress up to the tee because, hey, this is Jack Harlow's party we are going to. You weren't too big on the idea but it's a once-in-a-lifetime experience so why not right?. Right.

The dress you wore was a navy blue dress that had a slight glimmer in it. The fabric lets out a natural shine when light hits it. It fits the curves on your body perfectly and has a slight drop at the back to expose some back skin. And the heels, the straps wrapped around your leg perfectly giving you that extra height. Your friends were awed about how beautiful you looked from the hair to the heels. I mean you don't blame them because this is the first time you even really dressed up but it's whatever.

—

At the party held a lot of popular people. From doja cat to the man himself Kanye West, so of course, you felt out of place. Your friends on the other hand knew how to enjoy a party. They were out there making small talk and making interactions but you, on the other hand, fixed yourself in one general spot.

To the left of you, there was a bar. Couldn't be the worst thing to have a drink so you ringed two shots of vodka hitting them one after the next causing you to wince at the burning feeling down your throat. What next you thought to yourself.

You could hear your friends calling over to you to join them on the dance floor but you shook your head and just stood laughing at them, drunkenly dancing to the music. How drunk were they already? We’ve been here for literally thirty minutes, but at least they are enjoying themselves.

To you, it was quite funny how this was Jack’s party but he was nowhere to be found, not that you were looking for him or anything, it's just that you thought he would be the one in the spotlight for the night. But little did you know, he was looking at you from a distance. From the time you laid foot into the room, he had no clue who you were but you definitely caught his attention. He didn't know if it was the way you're dressed or the humble vibe you gave off but he knew he must at least get your name by the end of the night. You stood out from the rest but he had no clue why.

“Jack,” Urban said, jumping him out of his staring trance.

“How come you out here conserved rather than out on the floor, this is your party.”

“Nothin’ man, just chillin.”

“Alright”

Urb left to go to Dryski who was nonetheless, hitting it up with the girls around him on the couch. He plopped next to him, lighting a spliff at the edge of his mouth.

“What's up with Jack, man's awfully calm for his own party.”

“Ion know man, he's over there “chillin”.`` Urban replied unbothered.

Druski took one look at Jack and knew he was eyeing down a girl, you in particular.

“Aye, aye, aye..check this out,” he said patting urban on the leg. “Looks like someone got Jack's eye.”

“Not bad, not bad.” urb snickered.

Druski left the girls hanging on the couch and walked over to Jack, urban following. “Why you all up in this corner by yourself observing?”

“Nothin. you guys enjoying yourselves?”

“Spill it, we see you eyeing this girl, go talk to her.”

‘You sons of bitches..you've been watching me the whole night.” he laughed

“Go now man, stop pondering,” Druski said, shoving Jack forward.

Jack shot him a look and beelined to you. “Atta Boy!” he shouted in response.

—

To be honest, you were a bit shocked..no very shocked that Jack would come up to you of all people. “Hi, I’m Jack.” that fucking slick line. You looked to your left, then your right to make sure he was meaning you. “Yeah, I’m meaning you.”

“I know who you are.” you smiled. “I’m y/n.”

“You look beautiful tonight..do you want to grab a drink with me or something?”

“Thank you..and sure why not.’ Who could say no to a drink with Jack Harlow? You two hit it off instantaneously, talking back and forth about yourself and life in general, forgetting that he was hosting a party and you had drunk friends nowhere to be found. But you two were just a match made in heaven.

There was a point in the night where it was just slow music on repeat. Slow lovely music. A few songs up, Jack offered you to come dance with him but you denied as you didn't want to be the centre of attention. Third time the charm of him persistently asking and you gave in but you knew if anyone spotted you both, the articles that would emerge were sure to make life difficult, but you didn't care at this point.

He pulled you to the floor, an area that had enough room for you both but crowded enough that you couldn't be identified. There the song ���Puppy Love’ played and you rocked simultaneously to the beat. His hand rested on the dip of your lower back which caused you to jump a bit.

“You’re tensed up, relax. Rock with me.” And so you did.

His smell. Oh, his smell. It was of a deep cologne bet yet so subtle to bless the nose. The outfit he wore was a casual suit, the purple matching his appearance perfectly. You had no clue if looking at you because you were busy fixating on other things in the room to avoid eye contact.

“Hey look at me, I don't bite,” he said in a rather deep, but whispering tone. And thereon you looked at him, his usual light blue eyes illuminating a dark glow with a slight glint.

‘See that wasn't so bad, was it?” he chucked, causing you to smile.

“Look at that,” Druski said, pointing in Jack’s direction. “Holy shit, he's actually done it. He's all grown up,” he said jokingly wiping away fake tears.

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There you guys continued talking about life and what's not but jack was surely not listening and you caught on. “You’re not listening.” He was shocked you could read him as clear as day.

“Sorry, but you are so beautiful.” he was looking through your soul at this point.

“y/n can I take you on a proper date after this?”

You paused to process it and Jack was quick to notice the change in your expression. “We don't have to if you don't wanna.”

“Yes, yes of course..just shocked you asked me that, of all people here and the rest was for the memory books.

END OF BACK STORY -

From the very first beat of the song, you both knew it as puppy love and you both shared a knowing look with each other, grinning ear to ear.

“You remember the night we met?” Jack questioned.

“I do, of course, I do. It was the night of your debut album release and you came up to me all “Hi, I’m jack” shit. You said laughing.

“But you were so nervous, I was too but you were so beautiful that night and I wouldn't forgive myself if you left that night and I didn't get your name. Look at us now.”

‘Look at us now.” you repeated.

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nahhh who’s playing around like that 👁👄👁 I’ll actually shit my pants

RIGHT LMAOOOO

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FUCKKKKKKKKKKK

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PART TWO PLEASEEEEE BESTIE I GOTTA KNOW WHAT’S WRONG WITH JACK

here's part two! it's a little lengthy, and there's a lot of dialogue but i hope you enjoy it just as much as i do 🤍

read part one here!

warnings: swearing, alcohol, talk of physical aggression (not physical abuse), a few mentions of blood

word count: 2.5k

tag list: @valenciasutton @jarah2006 @namelesslosers @singledadjack @lcandothisallday @tumblingdwntherabbithole @wannabeactress

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"yn, it's jack. and it's really bad."

my heart dropped the second urban said it. every single bad thing that could happen immediately ran through my head. "what do you mean really bad? what's going on?"

urban sighed through the phone, he sounded stressed. "he's not okay. i know he was the one who messed up believe me. i think you have every right to be upset with him, even break up with him. but the only thing that's going to help him right now is you. can you please come over?"

the thought of seeing him put yet another knot in my stomach, but the thought of him being unsafe made me feel worse. "yeah, i'll be there as soon as i can."

i threw on a pair of shoes and headed out the door. times like this made me mad i loved him so much. i can't even be upset with him because i'm too worried. my heart is telling me to go fix him when i'm the one who's hurting.

the second i pulled up to urban's he was waiting for me at the door. i got out and headed towards him, "where is he, what's going on?" i was stopped in my tracks when i saw the sight in front of me.

picture frames were thrown and shattered on the ground. shot glasses were tipped and spilled on the counter. the house was a mess, the sight of it flooded my eyes with tears. was this going on all night? “i wasn’t here when he showed up,” urban began, “jack has an extra key. it looked like this when i got here, he was sitting on the couch taking shot after shot. he hasn’t drank in months yn, i don’t know how he’s even conscious right now. he was mumbling to himself about how he’s stupid and he fucked up, and your name was in the mix.”

i shook my head in disbelief. i was so confused as to what was going on. this wasn’t supposed to happen.

he kept telling me what was happening, "i took the alcohol away from him and he got mad at me, really mad. he went upstairs into the guest room and locked the door behind him. he's been throwing things and yelling at himself. that's when i called you, he won't talk to me."

i was very hesitant. what if he takes it out on me? he's drunk off his ass, how am i going to fix him? i don't even know if i can trust him anymore. how is that going to make him feel better? "urban i really don't think this is a good idea, i should go-"

"please yn," he cut me off. his face was full of concern for his best friend, and he wouldn't be begging me to fix it if he didn't care. "i can't stand to see him like this and i know you can't either."

and urban was right. deep down i wanted to run to jack, run to the room and bust the door open to make sure he was okay. the other part of me wanted to run away, from jack and from the relationship.

"okay, i'll go talk to him." i started heading towards the door, the music getting louder with every footstep, and through the door i could hear the words jack was telling himself.

"you fucking idiot."

"how could you fucking do that to her?"

i took a deep breath in and knocked on the door. "urban i told you to leave me the hell alone."

my voice was shaky, "jack," tears fell from saying his name, "it's me." the music stopped, the banging stopped. there was nothing but silence on both sides of the door. a few seconds went by before i knocked again, but it felt like a lifetime.

"please let me in jack." i heard him shuffle to the door at my words. he unlocked the door and opened it, keeping his head down. he wouldn't look at me, he didn't want me to see his face.

*jack's pov*

looking around the room made her heart sink, i could tell by the look on her face. the clothes in the closet were thrown onto the ground. a bottle of god knows what was sitting half empty on the nightstand. i wasn't even sure what i was drinking, i didn't care. the dresser drawers were pulled open and emptied. posters were ripped from the wall and the bed was a mess. the mirror above the dresser was shattered from punching it in anger.

i sat back on the bed and put my head in my hands. i felt her kneel in front of me on the floor to take a good look at me. i knew i reeked of alcohol, and it was only seconds until she realized it too. i kept my hood on over my hair, but she could tell it was messed up. she always noticed every little thing about me.

she whispered when she talked, and i could tell she wasn't sure how i was going to react to her being there. "jack look at me, please." she gently grabbed my bloody hands and removed them from my face, and i allowed her to. i could only imagine what she was telling herself. she pulled my hood down, wanting to get a good look at me.

when she saw my face, she almost gasped. the hurt on her face was saddening, almost frightening. she didn’t look like my yn. she has to be thinking the same thing about me.

my face was red and splotchy. my eyes were droopy and red from crying, exhaustion, and alcohol. the alcohol was worse on my breath, i was wasted. my eyes met hers, and i was terrified that i was with her. i was terrified that i was going to hurt her even more.

even with all of the alcohol in my system it seemed like i sobered up at the sight of her. the look in her eyes told me she was concerned. that seeing me like this made her forget everything that happened, that she only wanted to fix me.

before she could say anything i broke the silence. "you shouldn't be here. why are you here? i hurt you, you shouldn't have to fix me." my voice was hoarse and raspy, from the crying or the alcohol, maybe the screaming i was doing before she got here.

she kept looking me in the eyes, the tears flowing out of hers were nonstop. the damage i did to the room, the way i looked, the anger i had towards myself. the hurt i caused her. it all added up and broke her even more, she couldn't help it. i know her too well and i knew she was overwhelmed. when i saw her tears fall i broke down. "yn please don't cry. i can't watch you cry anymore."

"i'm not going to just sit here and let you hurt yourself jack, you don't deserve to feel like this just because i-"

"yes i do yn! you don't get it. i hurt you. i put our relationship on the line for some girl i don't even know. i hate myself for what i did! why can't you just let me hate myself?" the anger that rose in me startled her, but i needed to get it all out. she knew i wasn't trying to take it out on her, she knew i wasn't going to hurt her.

she put her hands on my knees, somehow through all we've been through tonight we have swapped positions and she's the one doing the begging. "we are not going to have this conversation right now because you are drunk and not in a state to talk. i'm going to be sleeping on the couch. we will talk about this all in the morning. you need to go take a shower, clean up your hands, drink some water and get some sleep. if you can't do it for yourself, do it for me."

her words hurt to hear, but i agreed with her decision. all i wanted was to beg her to stay by my side. i didn't want to be without her, i didn't want to be alone. i wanted to apologize, to take everything back, to hold her, to fix it all and make the pain go away.

before she left the room she stood above where i was on the bed and embraced me in a hug. i could tell she wasn't sure if it was the right move, she was hesitant about it. but she knows me well enough, i was so tense and hurt that she could tell i needed one. and i did, i hugged her right back. my arms were wrapped tightly around her waist and i buried my face into her chest, crying even more.

that's the thing about us: we get each other. we can tell how the other is feeling without saying. she knows me better than i know myself, how could i put someone as amazing as her on the lone?

we sat there for a few minutes before she pulled away. it felt nice, but she was still frustrated with me and the previous events. the hug wasn't comforting to her, but it was necessary for me. "goodnight jack, i will talk to you in the morning."

i did what she asked me to, but i did it for her. if she wanted me to clean up and rest that's what i'm going to do. i showered and went to bed, dreaming she was next to me.

*yn's pov*

i hate seeing him hurt, i hated hearing the negative things he was saying about himself. he messed up, we can both admit it. but he shouldn't feel this upset. he shouldn't be hurting himself because of it. i wanted to fix it, i love him too much to just let him go and not try to work on it. it wasn't supposed to be like this, i just wanted a night or two to get my thoughts in order.

the morning came quick, i was only able to get a few hours of sleep. urban was in the kitchen, so i decided to talk to him for a little while. "any sight of jack this morning?" he shook his head at me, "no not yet. but seriously thank you for coming yn. i know it was hard for you. i've never seen him so upset about anything before. he really messed up but he really loves you. he's told me the thought of hurting you would kill him and i think we learned that's true." i only nodded my head at him and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. i stopped in the bathroom and grabbed some headache medicine, jack was going to need it.

i opened the door to the messy room, the memories of what happened last night creeping into my mind. jack was still asleep, he looked so peaceful. it relaxed me to see him sleeping, to know he got some sleep.

he must've been sleeping lightly because he opened his eyes as i was walking into the room. "yn is that yo- oh my god my head hurts." i couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "yeah, you had quite the night last night. here take these." i handed him the medicine and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"yeah, last night." he sat up and took a sip of water, "i am so sorry about that. thank you for coming to check on me." he looked at me and i could tell his thank you was genuine. his eyes were still puffy, but the redness had gone away. he looked better than the last time i saw him, but he still didn't look great. he was still the most beautiful thing i've seen; he was looking like himself again.

i'm sure i didn't look the best either. i didn't get much sleep the night before and i cried the most i've ever cried in my life in the span of 12 hours. my face felt dry from the tears.

"don't thank me, thank urban. he's the one who called me." i looked down at my lap and fiddled with the string on my sweatpants. "listen, i'm sorry for making you stay here. i really didn't mean anything bad by kicking you out last night. i just didn't know what i wanted to do. i didn't know what to say to you, hell i still don't. but i did know that if i had you at home it wouldn't have been good for us, it wouldn't have been good for me."

"yn you don't need to apologize for anything at all. i messed up, you did the right thing. you should've let me sit here and suffer. i was just so angry at myself for hurting you, i still am. even if you do forgive me i will never forgive myself." tears starting filling my eyes again, and jack reached for my thigh, rubbing it comfortingly. "mamas i want to fight through this, i want to gain your trust back and i want you to understand that you're the only one for me. i can only imagine how hard that is to believe right now but i promise you that i will show you."

i didn't look up at him, i didn't have the strength to. i was letting the tears fall into my lap. "i want to trust you jack, i really do. i want to forgive you and forget this all happened. i just can't right now, it's not that easy for me. i need time."

"i will give you all of the time in the world but i can't lose you" his voice broke at the end and i could tell he was crying with me. "i don't want to live a life without you."

"i love you jack, i want you and only you. but if we are going to fix this and going to get through it i need to heal and i need you to be patient. i don't trust you the way i used to. i need to find the courage to forgive you. and it's going to take time. and if you don't want to wait for me that's okay."

"i would wait years yn. i love you, fuck do i love you. and if it takes you years to forgive me and trust me i'll wait. i'd wait forever."

i looked up at him and i stared into his eyes. they were full of hurt, but they were full of promise. they were full of love. i crawled from here i was sitting to where he was at the head of the bed. i hugged him, and he hugged me even tighter. this time the hug was for me.

for the first time in two days i felt something. there wasn't a numbness, there was a feeling. a feeling of hope. slowly we will build this relationship back to what it was. we don't know how long it will take, we don't know where to go from here. but we have each other. and that's enough.

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Fine Times

A/N: Hectic day and was a wrote this in between. Nothing much. Enjoy :)

Warnings: Language, little fluff.

Jack loved when you cooked for him, especially when it came to your chicken alfredo. But on this occasion, he wanted to be the one to cook it for you. Now, what possessed him to do this? Cooking series. Lately, he's been obsessed with watching several cooking series on Netflix and he wanted to try and cook you his favourite meal.

You weren't completely oblivious to this, but you knew he was up to something because he was in the kitchen. Jack is never in the kitchen. But you left it like that, once he doesn't burn it down.

And so he started, but where? 

From watching you, he knew he had the pasta and so he filled a pot with water and placed it on the stove at a high heat to boil. Next in the meantime was the chicken. He was good at that nonetheless, but he didn't know how to get it the way you would do it. He took the thawed chicken which he had set aside and placed it in a bowl. The pantry was where you kept all of your seasonings, and so he grabbed each one and winged it.

When he was satisfied with the outcome, he turned on the frying pan and placed the chicken to simmer and cook. He got to this point though and forgot everything about the water he was boiling. Great.

You were seated on the couch, not bothering to check in on what Jack was doing, but you could smell something..burning. But it wasn't like burning, something smelt hot.

Jack forgot about the water he was boiling.

“For the love of..” you hummed to yourself as you got up off of the couch to see what he was up to. Jack wasn't in the kitchen. “How is he cooking and is nowhere to be seen” you questioned. You checked the chicken. It was fine. Then what was burning? You checked the pot. No water. “What the actual fuck…Jackman Harlow!, where are you?”

“I'm coming mamas,” he said as he ran down the stairs into the kitchen. “Yeah what up?”

“What is this,” you replied pointing to the empty pot being heated on the stove.

“Shit I forgot about that, I was boiling the water for the pasta.”

“You’re banned from cooking, Jack,” you said as you chuckled picking up the pot to refill.

“y/n you’re being dramatic.”

“You burnt water for fuck sake!”

“I’m sorry” he laughed. The laugh that you loved to hear which made your heart whole and happy. “I’m going to finish this up..don't worry.” - “But lemme help ma.”

“Fine..keep an eye on the chicken please and make sure it doesn't BURN!”

“Alright Alright”, he said with a cheeky smile.

You filled up the pot once more and placed it back on the stove to boil again. You knew Jack loved fresh herbs in his alfredo sauce so you made your way to the pantry and grabbed some garlic, chimes, and parsley.

The way you took control of things and made sure everything was good made Jack crazy about you. That was one of the many things he loved about you. Oh and that you could cook a wicked meal. He loved that.

You were cutting the herbs one after the next when you felt his chest rest against your back and large hands gliding around your waist. Then followed by peppering kisses around your exposed neck.

“Mhm that smells good” *kisses* “you know that I love when you cook for me” *kisses* “I really really love you y/n” *kisses*

“Jack, if you keep doing this, you are not going to get anything to eat.”

“I have something else in mind that I could ea-”. “Alright Jackman, how about you go and check on the chicken that was cooking for the past 15 minutes” you cut him off from his smart remark. “Alright mamas” he snickered, placing one last kiss to your cheek.

And so said so done. He went and checked on the chicken. “Yeah it's done, and also tastes amazing. I did that.” “You sure did, baby.” you smiled. He was like a little kid making their first achievements.

You then continued to make the sauce and by then the pasta was finished. You combined them and, Voila, a meal was served.

“Can you set the table? I'll put out our plates.” you said as you portioned out the food and Jack was off to set the table. You place each plate in one of your hands and head to the table. It was set. There on, you two sat down and indulged in the delicious meal.

“Mhm this is amazing, I love cooking with you. We should do this more often”

“Yeah, with you just watching, I'm kidding.” you shot back.

“Love you.” - “Love you too.”

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YOU ARE MY FAVORITE WRITER FOR JACK 💞💞 could you write one where he and the reader are both famous and like THAT couple that everyone loves but lately their chemistry seems off but they’re trying to fix everything privately. you can decide how it ends 😁 ty <3

Doin’ Us

Pairing: Jack Harlow x reader

Word Count: 1017

Content warning: mostly fluff, alcohol.

A/N: omg thank you! you're too kind!

"Higher, baby." Your hand reached out to grasp Jack's elbow. Your phone was tightly gripped in his hand as the camera lens focused on you.

"I'll never get it better at this, babes." He chuckled, but you could hear the annoyance in his voice.

"Just a few photos, then we're done." you smiled and posed for him to snap photos of you. A pastel sunset lit up the edge of the Pacific Ocean.

The two of you sat down at the picnic-style table and you snapped a few candid shots of Jack sipping from the mason jar glass.

"What's wrong, love?" you questioned his grimace.

"Nothing," he shook off your question with his eyes fixated on the westward sun.

A half-smile curled across your lips. "You're not fooling me."

He sighed, shifting his body to face you directly. "It's just this lifestyle sometimes. Gets to me."

You knew what he meant. So much so that you weren't going to play dumb and ask. Lately, it felt like everything you were doing was tied to bigger, materialistic things. The cider you both were sipping was a brand deal. The newly captured photos in your camera roll were funded by the company. The whole reason you were on the west coast at all was for a collab of Jack's.

Why did everything feel like a show to be put on?

"I mean, where do we draw the line."

All of a sudden, the honey-lemon cider was sour on your tongue.

"We could do a little better about intertwining work and our relationship," your voice lowered.

His lip sank beneath his bite. "It's hard to differentiate our time. Think about it."

You stayed quiet and opened Instagram. You perused the highlight reel that was your feed. So many pictures of you and Jack, kissing and smiling. An outpouring of love from fans flooded every single post. Everything appeared to be perfect.

But as you dug deeper, you traced through the origins of the sets of photos. Award shows, expensive dinners with the record label, and more brand deals. With all of the praise for your relationship, random brands began to beg for you both to endorse their product. Like the two of you were the perfect ad.

Where were the authentic moments of you and Jack, just existing as a couple of humans in love?

"You're right," you closed your phone and nudged it to the other end of the table. "We don't focus on us enough."

Jack's fingers tangled their way around yours, his thumb stroking you slowly. "We gotta do us more."

"I'll admit, as much time as we spend together, I have been feeling disconnected."

It made your heart ache to say it out loud. You'd been in denial about your feelings for weeks. There was a constant nagging that something was off. But you were optimistic it could all get swept under the rug during a trip out west.

But you realized the problem was only persisting. And of course it was…There was nothing special planned during the trip. Nothing romantic or centered on you and Jack.

"We're stayin’ an extra day," he smiled at his plan. "A Jack and Y/N day."

You weren't going to complain about that. "Sounds perfect."

He leaned across the table, skimming his lips against yours and eventually planting a kiss on you. "No interruptions."

That wasn't typical with you and Jack. There was always something calling on either of you, sometimes even multiple things pulling you in different directions. It lead to time apart and important days cut short. Conflicting events that isolated you both. It made you wish you weren't in the public eye.

"Do your lil post, then we're both clocking out." he raised his eyebrow and took another swig of his drink.

"Deal.”

You and Jack trekked back towards the hotel, where you’d yet to spend any time due to his schedule. Even your suitcases were still packed.

You slipped into the bathroom to take a quick shower, but as you stepped into the warm stream, Jack appeared behind you.

His soft hands slid along your sides, squeezing at your hips.

“Ya alright with some company?” he asked.

“More than,” you nodded and felt the hot water rush down your skin. Jack joined you, his hands not letting go once he was inside.

You reached for the shampoo and lathered it along your roots. His hands immediately nestled into your hair, massaging soapy circles along your scalp. Your eyes fell closed and you relaxed against his frame, feeling peace.

Something about showering together made you feel more connected to him than you had in a while. 

Jack guided you closer to the stream to rinse out the shampoo. As the suds flowed out of your hair and down your body, he rubbed them into your arms and legs.

“You’re always my priority, never doubt that.” He said as a soft grin formed on his lips. Water droplets trickled down his chin.

After washing each other in the shower, and only pausing a few times to fall into kisses, you both stepped out onto the cold tile and wrapped up in the fluffy hotel towels.

Jack threw on his sweatpants and you stayed tucked inside of your towel on the edge of the bed. He watched with intrigue while you rummaged through your makeup bag, pulling out bottles of moisturizers. 

“Can I have some?” He asked, inching towards you curiously.

You giggled, “Sure, baby.” 

You pumped the creamy liquid into your hand and Jack laid his head in your lap, looking excited. “It smells good!”

You smiled as he closed his eyes and your fingers rubbed circles along his face. He let out a relaxed sigh when your pressed into his temples.

“What made you want this?” you asked as you brushed away some of the cream that was stuck in Jack’s beard.

“‘Dunno,” he shrugged. “Just feels good to take care of each other.” he smiled up to you and you ran your hands through his curls. You felt the same. These were the little intimate moments you’d been missing.

You couldn’t fight the smile on your face as you looked down at his sweet face in your lap. Your thumb circled along the apple of his cheek. “I sure love you, bubs.”

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Hey I would like to request something with jack Harlow involving him and the reader doing grocery shopping together, something cute

here's something short and sweet! hope you enjoy <3 not my best work but i don't really like thinking about grocery stores too much since i work at one lol.

“It’s too early for this shit.” Jack yawned as the two of you hopped out of the car, walking up to the grocery store you were always at… Jack however had never stepped foot in it.

You gave him a look, “Calm down Mr. I’m Always Up Early now— Grab a cart please.”

You were forcing Jack to go grocery shopping, the two of you had made resolutions for the new year and one of his was to stop eating out so much. You always joked that he would go broke because of his eating habits.

Jack put his hoodie up, slid his mask on, and did as you said grabbing the nearest cart. You grabbed some wipes from your bag, wiping down the cart.

“Corona, you can never be too careful.” You nodded at Jack who looked about half asleep. “Here, put these on.” You handed him some gloves as the two of you walked into the market.

“Damn girl, you’re already wearing three masks? I’m surprised you’re not wearing a hazmat suit.” Jack joked, following behind you with the cart.

It’s like candy…

Jack nodded his head at the music, “Alright I see how the old folks be getting down.”

You laughed, grabbing a watermelon and placing it in the cart.

“Nah Y/N you gotta check it, if it sounds hollow it’s good.” Jack informed you as if you didn’t know.

You nodded your head, “You’re so right, go ahead and check them and find the best one. I'm gonna get some lemons.”

Jack nodded, grabbing a random watermelon smacking it and then his cheek and then the watermelon again. “This the one!” He shouted at you.

“Shhh, calm down. Loud as hell for no reason.” You teased him.

“Mama it’s boring as hell over here we need to get into the isles, I saw some fruit roll ups over there.”

“Jack we’ve literally been over here for five minutes, you got an attention problem I swear.” You shook your head, picking up your basic veggies and placing it in the cart.

“My brain doesn’t wake up until like twelve, we should’ve came later.” He shrugged.

“I only picked this time because the only people that shop this early are old people, you come later and all the kids are out of school and the young adults are getting out of work and suddenly our grocery trip turns into a Jack Harlow meet and greet.” You explain.

“Fuck it, I Wanna See Some Ass live on aisle six.” Jack jokes.

“You’re so annoying.” You shake your head, pulling the cart towards the milk and eggs.

As the two of you continue grocery shopping Jack finds himself getting more into it, grabbing things he thinks he might like and even bringing up recipes he wants to try out.

“Ooh, bread crumbs– I saw on TikTok this lady has like six kids and she made chicken with bread crumbs in the air fryer, swear that shit looked so good.” Jack tells you as he puts a box of them into the cart.

“That sounds good, we can make that tonight with some mashed potatoes and asparagus.” You nod.

Jack places a kiss on your cheek, even though his mask is on. “This kinda fun baby we gotta do this more.”

You laugh, “Good, cause we’re doing this weekly now.”

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"stand up ladies, it's black history month"

Me seeing a fine ass white boy on my fyp:

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Well i didn’t expect that fic that i literally wrote in the sickness of my bed to be enjoyable for you guys😭.