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mylove4uisdro · 1 year ago

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Brie, you did yo thing with this...

I haven't read a twist like that in a min

Koi No Yokan

Jack Harlow x OC!

Jack sighed as he popped a hors d'oeuvres into his mouth, leaning against the wall listening to all the chatter around him. After the busy year he had, he would much rather be at home, tucked in watching a movie. This was important to Ace Pro’s girlfriend, Olivia whose art was being showcased at this gala, so it was important to Jack that he showed support.

He had only been there for an hour after making his rounds, he had already talked to his friends but he didn’t know anyone else and it was far too early for him to leave. Jack stared at the door in front of him, debating on how rude it would be if he decided to leave early. He was fairly busy, his friends wouldn’t mind if he left early, right? Letting out another sigh, Jack decided to stay a while longer and walk towards the art that was hung on the wall in front of him.

He stood there trying to study the painting on the wall. Jack was a little confused at what he was looking at, was that a ghost hugging the girl? A person? Jack adjusted his glasses and sipped his water as he continued to observe the painting when a woman came up to look at it as well.

“You know..” Jack looked at the woman before turning back towards the painting. “I think I’m a very intelligent man, but sometimes looking at art makes me feel stupid. I just don’t get it.”

She looked like she didn’t belong there. Dressed casual in oversized jeans and a white crop top with huge white sunglasses to match. She looked effortlessly cool. It was like she put the outfit on and was stylish by accident. Jack couldn’t help but notice the heart on her cheek bones. He wasn’t quite sure if it was drawn on or if it was an actual tattoo, but he loved it.

Jack scanned the art gallery, all the women there were dressed in fancy cocktail dresses with expensive jewelry and high heels. Jack himself was dressed casually in a white tee and black pants. The two stuck out like a sore thumb. Jack figured she was here for the same reason he was, to support a friend. Or just for the free food.

He watched as the lady cocked her head to the side looking at the painting once again. “I agree, but I’ll be having a much better time if they played some real music, and if I liked alcohol.” She said, frowning down at her water.

Jack threw his head back in laughter. “What? You ain’t a fan of classical music?” He continued. “I agree, I definitely think if I had a few drinks in me, I’d understand what any of this art means. I think some artists paint things just so we can look like idiots trying to understand it.”

An amused expression spread across her face before she pointed to the painting right next to the one they were discussing. “Yeah, I know I’ve done my best work when people walk away confused.”

Jack's face immediately turned red. He wished the ground would open up and swallow him, right then and there. “Wow, okay cool. You really let me say all that knowing your work is on these walls.”

“Well, yes.” She stated simply with a shrug. “It’s rude to interrupt when someone is speaking, and seeing your reaction right now was totally worth it.”

Jack chuckled and smiled wide at that. God damn he thought. I might already love this girl.

“I’m Rue,” The woman said with a smile that could light up the room.

Shaking her hand, he replied. “Nice to meet you, I’m Jack and I’m an idiot.” He said with a shake of his head. Still feeling embarrassed.

Taking a sip of her water, “So, how’d you find out about the gala?” She asked.

“My friend's girlfriend has work up tonight, so I’m here to support…and I just really enjoy art shows.” Jack said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Rue chuckles and nods. “Oh yeah, from your statement before, I’m sure you love art!”

“I really do enjoy art, don’t let my comments make you think differently. I’m just a little dumb sometimes. Mom always said I was thick brained.” Jack tried to explain, making Rue throw her head back in laughter, it was like she didn’t care about the snobby rich folk that glared at the sound of her laughter.

It was quiet for a moment while the two looked at the other paintings on the wall. Jack stepped closer to read the piece's name. “Koi No Yokan? What does that mean?” Jack asked, turning towards Rue, seeing if she knew.

“It’s a Japanese phrase, Koi No Yokan. It’s kind of like love at first sight. You meet someone and you know that you’re going to fall in love with them.”

Jack rubbed his chin, thinking over what she said “So, more like love at second sight?”

Rue nodded. “Yeah, like maybe you don’t love them right away, but it’s inevitable that you will.”

With the way she explained it, Jack knew the painting on the wall was her own. “You have beautiful art by the way, and I promise I’m not just saying that.”

Rue turned and gave him a genuine smile. “Thank you!”

Damn, what a beautiful smile

He noticed her drink was starting to get empty, and the crowd in the gala was starting to thin out. Jack figured this was a perfect opportunity to ask if she wanted to leave and get something to eat.

Jack didn’t have the chance to even ask when a tall gentleman with long hair, dressed as casually as Rue walked up from behind and wrapped an arm around her and placed a kiss right above the heart on her cheek.

“Oh, hey babe! This is Jack, I met him tonight.” Rue said, smiling up at the man before locking eyes with Jack again.

“Jack, this is my boyfriend Urban Wyatt…”

FUCK.

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AN: bet you weren’t expecting that 🤪

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mylove4uisdro · 1 year ago

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no bc I don't like where this going..

don't break my heart Ree

The Marriage Pact Part 3 Preview

For Better or For Worse

"I just…. We're in a good place right now and I don't want to do anything to mess that up."

"You not being honest with her is messing it up. Now what if she suddenly decides to go public with it? Then what? And once again did you forget about your future wife being your manager? She could make this go away with the snap of her finger since it's not true."

Jack didn't say anything in response and Urban simply hung his head.

"Sooo since you're quiet, there's a possibility that it could be true!? What the actual fuck?"

#jack harlow #don't do it

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mylove4uisdro · 2 years ago

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I'm so invested.

You Can't Save Me

A White Men Can't Jump Jeremy x Reader Fic

Words: 2,075

Warnings: Language, angst, minor references to drug use

Author's Notes: My first Jeremy fic, a long time coming but its finally here! This is the first part of an ongoing friends to lovers series! Enjoy! Thanks to @harlowcomehome for the original request!

You could see Jeremy’s mouth moving, but couldn’t comprehend a word, the sound of the ringing in your ears and the boom of your heartbeat drowning out any external noises. Your stomach was in knots at the thought of having to confront your best friend. There was a moment of deafening silence before you spoke. “Are you using again?” You met his gaze as he stared at you from across the table, his glass suspended in mid-air. “What? No, why would you even ask that?” He brushed your accusation off immediately, grabbing his fork. You reached down in your purse, pulling out an empty pill bottle and throwing it on the table. It rebounded off the wood, landing in front of Jeremy.

“Where did you get this?” His tone was steady, his face deadpan. “I get to ask the questions, Jer. Are you using again?” His silence was all of the confirmation you needed. He grabbed the bottle, stuffing it into his jacket pocket, glancing around to make sure no one had seen. “Why are you making such a big fuckin’ deal out of it? You’re acting like I’m shooting up on Skid Row or something.” You scoffed; you couldn’t believe that was his only take away from this intervention. You lowered your voice, the anger still detectible. “You’re so right, Jeremy. My bad. At least you’ll get to kill yourself from the comfort of your parent’s apartment. So much better.” You threw yourself back into your chair, crossing your arms over your chest. Jeremy let out a huff, conjuring up an excuse he knew had worked for you so many times before. “You know that if I want to get into the league, I need an edge. They’re not going to take someone with two bad knees seriously if I can’t keep up with everyone else.” You narrowed your eyes at him, leaning forward. “Penny would be disappointed in you.” Jeremy staggered at your blow, his anger bubbling to the surface. “Don’t fuckin’ bring my mom into this. Don’t you fuckin’ dare.” He pushed his chair back, hitting the wall behind him and got up to leave.

When you and Jeremy were kids you were attached at the hip; you did everything together. Jeremy’s parents basically saved you from having to run the streets of Los Angeles by yourself when they took you in after your parents died. With their love and support you were able to get by in school and even managed to secure a basketball scholarship to Connecticut. Your college career was cut short when you were placed on academic probation several times before you were ultimately let go of the program. That’s when you and Jeremy seemed to move on different paths. Jeremy went to Gonzaga and put-up stats that made him a local name, but his injuries sidelined him before he could go pro.

After your issues in college, you were ready to put basketball behind you; Jeremy wasn’t. You decided to get a regular job teaching special needs kids; Jeremy felt he was too good for the 9-5 grind, so he hustled his way to each dollar. He could sell all of the detox drinks in the world, but it wasn’t going to change the fact that his life was going nowhere. You were determined not to give up on him, but fuck, he made it so difficult. “Can I get the check, please?” You flagged down the waiter. You rifled through multiple empty pill bottles in your purse to pull out your wallet.

When Penny and John left Beverly Hills to retire in Pensacola, Florida, they left Jeremy their apartment, and gave you a key. You fumbled your key ring as you located the gold key, slipping it into the lock. You knew Jeremy wasn’t home; his Porsche (well the one that Tatiana’s dad let him drive) wasn’t parked out front. The apartment was dark aside for a few candles lit in the corner. You shuffled to the kitchen, grabbed a glass from the cabinet, and poured yourself some water from the sink. Arguing with Jeremy had left you parched. “Jer?” Tatiana called out from the bedroom, not expecting her boyfriend home until later. “Sorry, it’s just me.” You emerged from the kitchen to a smiling Tatiana. “Hey, girl. What are you doing here? Jeremy is at the courts down the street.” You nodded, a small laugh escaping your lips. “Yeah, I know. I was just in the neighborhood, thought I would stop by and say hi.” You were gripping the strap of your bag with such force, the leather was cutting into your skin. “Well, hi. Is there something you wanted to talk about?” You reached into your bag, fumbling the pill bottles between your fingers. You needed to tell her, this warranted an explanation. It was bad enough he was lying to you, but lying to Tati? She deserved better than a pill popping ass hole. Even if he was your best friend.

“Uh, no. I think I’m gonna go and meet Jeremy.” You hustled past her, avoiding eye contact. “Oh, Y/N.” your hand was on the knob; you had almost gotten away. “Can you tell Jeremy not to park on the street? He’s gotten three tickets in the last month, and we can’t afford to pay for anymore.” You nodded before sprinting out of the door and down the stairs.

As you approached the basketball court, you could see Jeremy chest to chest with some guy, the situation quickly evolving into a fight. This wasn’t the first time you had seen Jeremy get into it with another player, especially when they realized he had hustled them out of their money. You didn’t intervene until you saw Jeremy get pushed to the ground. “Bitch! You hustled me. Give me back my fuckin’ money!” Jeremy just laid on the ground until he saw you walking up. He’d never tell you this, but secretly you scared him. He’d put you up against anyone in a fight, even this guy. It was the years of having to fend for yourself in LA; you had learned to survive. “Y/N, just back off. This guy is just angry he fuckin’ sucks at basketball”, he said as he got up, dusting off the back of his pants. “What did you say, bitch?!” the guy bucked at Jeremy again. “What does he owe you?” You pulled your wallet out, counting out the 20s you had. “What, Y/N?! I won that money. Don’t give him anything!” You pushed Jeremy away before turning back. “How much?” “$200”, you flipped the bills through your fingers, holding them out. “I better never see you here again, bitch”, he threatened as he walked away.

“I don’t need you to save me.” Jeremy edged out as he bounced the basketball, letting a shot off that missed the rim completely. You laughed, setting your bag down on the bench. You took off your jacket and rolled your sleeves up, revealing a 213 tattoo on your forearm. “I know. I’m gonna earn that money back. Or rather you are.” Jeremy tossed you the basketball; you caught it with one hand easily. Palming the ball, you walked circles around Jeremy, landing on the 3-point line. “We’re gonna go shot for shot. Each is worth $50. Everyone you miss, you pay up.”

“Ha!” Jeremy stalked towards you, grabbing the ball, and holding it above your head. He was only about three inches taller than you, but his arms were significantly longer than yours. “One of us holds the record for the most 3-pointers in a game at Gonzaga.” You rolled your eyes, giving him a gut punch and grabbing the ball when he bent over in pain. “Let’s just play, bitch.”

At first you were both on a roll, neither missing. As you were setting up to shoot your next shot, Jeremy’s phone pinged in his pocket. He looked at the message quickly before tucking his phone back in. His face dropped. “What’s wrong?” You walked over to where Jeremy was standing, and he backed up when you approached him, his face covered in anger. “Tatiana said you dropped something when you were leaving.” You shook your head in confusion. “What?” Jeremy balled up his fists involuntarily, his nostrils flaring. “ONE OF MY PILL BOTTLES, Y/N!” You scanned your mind, trying to remember if one of them had accidently dropped out of your bag, but Jeremy pulled you out of your head. “What were you even doing with any others? I thought I took the one at dinner.” You looked to the ground. “I was at the apartment earlier today, and I came across your stash. I took all of them. You should be thanking me!” Jeremy paced back and forth, his hands thrown up in the air. “Thanking you?! If it wasn’t for you, my girlfriend wouldn’t have broken up with me!” You stepped back. “What do you mean? She broke up with you?” Jeremy threw his phone at your chest; you caught it just before it hit the ground.

“I don’t want to see you anymore. Don’t call. I’ll be moved out tomorrow.” You read out, your voice trailing off at the last message. You looked up at Jeremy; tears were building in his eyes. “What am I supposed to do? I need her. She can’t leave me.” You grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks. “Jer, stop, you’re spiraling.” He pulled his arm away, ripping it out of your grasp. “This is your fault! Why did you do this to me?” You sighed, “I didn’t do anything but try to help you. I didn’t make you take those pills.” You thought you had control over your anger, but you were tired of always being his punching bag. “None of this is my fault! I didn’t make you take those pills! I didn’t make you injure yourself! And I definitely didn’t make you a basketball washup!” You threw the basketball back at Jeremy, the ball hitting him in the leg.

“Just because my parents saved your sorry ass when we were kids, doesn’t mean you know me”, Jeremy called out to you as you started to walk away. You turned on your heels to face the focus of your wrath. “Do you think if they paid more attention to you, you wouldn’t be such a disappointing piece of shit?” He stood there silent, but you wanted an answer. “I mean Jeremy, who else are you going to blame for your life going nowhere? Me, your parents, Tatiana? You’re running out of excuses.”

You were done for the night. “You don’t get to walk away!” Jeremy screamed out to you. “Why do you even care?” Until now you had always been able to cover up your feelings for Jeremy under the guise that you were lifelong friends. Friends cared for each other, but you had always hoped that your relationship would develop into more. You watched him be head over heels in love with Tatiana, hoping that one day that would be you. It was obvious he didn’t see you in the same light; after the words he spit out at you tonight, you doubted he even liked you to begin with. Tears were rolling down your face and you could barely breathe. “You’re right, Jeremy. Why do I care? I’m tired of loving you when it’s obvious that you don’t give a shit about me.”

“What?” You swallowed, wishing you could take back your words. “Did you just say you loved me?” Jeremy asked, his anger subsiding at your confession. “No, I didn’t. Forget it.” He closed the distance to you, your faces inches from touching. “Tell me.” You shook your head, the tears continuing to fall. Jeremy’s gaze fell to your lips, his hands landing on your waist. His lips collided with yours, the kiss passionate and desperate. You quickly pulled away when you realized what you were doing. God, you had really fucked shit up now. Jeremy was quick to pull out his wallet, desperate to move on from what had just happened. “How much do I owe you?”, he whispered, fumbling the couple of dollars he had in his wallet. “I don’t want your money, Jeremy”, you sniffled, wiping your eyes with the back of your sleeve. He wanted to pull his hand back in, but he couldn’t, just stood frozen as he watched you walk away.

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mylove4uisdro · 2 years ago

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Wait a min

Is there drama brewing???

Flashing Lights

Jack Harlow x Singer!OC

Series Masterlist

07) Focus

This chapter is part of my one year anniversary celebration, where there’s a new fic every tuesday!

warning: SMUT (:

LIFEOFMONET

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lifeofmonet: I’m back.

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user: REAL MUSIC BACK !!!

user: LISTENING RIGHT NOOOOOW!

chloebailey: so proud of you 🥹

user: the honesty and emotion on this record, unreal 🔥

user: drop the album

user: can you focus on meeeeeee

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“Lately, I've been a little fed up, wish you would just focus on me”

Jack sang as he reached to turn the radio up as he drove to the airport to pick up Maryse from LAX. She had been doing press all over New York City going to talk show, to talk show to promote her first single, Focus from her debut album. The song has only been out for a week and a half and it’s already topping the charts and constantly playing on the radio.

With Maryse being in NY and Jack traveling to LA and ATL to record his own album. They hadn’t seen each other as much as they would’ve liked. Which is why Jack planned a special date for the two of them tonight.

Jack decided to wait in the parking deck for her so they could have some privacy knowing the paparazzi would bother them in the pick up area. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long, Maryse was walking out the revolving doors, 15 minutes later.

His heart stopped when he spotted her. She looked adorable with her blanket wrapped around her shoulders, huge dark sunglasses and her curls tossed up into a messy bun. Jack stepped out of his jeep and leaned against it, so she could see him. He watched as the smile spread across her face at the sight of him. The closer she got she dropped her suitcases and started running towards him

“Oof” Jack let out as the wind was almost knocked out of him as Maryse flew towards him. Maryse wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her face against his neck.

God, he missed this girl so much. The two stayed like this for what felt like forever. Maryse soon removed her face from his neck, and grabbed his face with both hands before leaning down and kissing him. Jack moaned into the kiss, while sliding his hands from her waist that was holding her steady to her ass, giving them a slight squeeze. Maryse broke the kiss with a giggle.

“I’ve missed you so much.”

They laughed as they both spoke at the same time.

“C’mon let’s get outta here, I’m taking you out tonight” Jack said as he went to put her luggage in the truck before hopping in the car.

“You are?” Maryse started bouncing in her seat with excitement.

“Yeah, but first nap time.”

“Oh thank god, I’m so sleepy.”

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Jack couldn’t help but think he hadn’t slept that good in months, might even be years. He knew it was because the woman curled up next to him. Maryse’s body fit so perfectly against him. It was like she was made to be here in his arms.

He gently moved the curls that were falling in her face, so he could admire how peaceful she looked. He smiled at the way she slept with her legs tangled with his and one arm wrapped around his body. Jack would be content if he could stay like this forever. But knowing how long it was going to take her to get ready, she would need to get up now.

Jack leaned down and pressed feather light kisses on her face. He watched as Maryse slowly opened her eyes and stared into his blue eyes. “Well, that’s not a bad way to wake up.” Her voice was slow and dragging as she tried to not fall back asleep. “What time is our date?”

“In 3 hours.”

Maryse’s eyes shot back open. “3 HOURS?! Jack, do you not know me at all? I have to get ready now!”

Jack tightened his arms around her to stop her from getting up. She tried to pull away but soon gave up with a pout. He leaned over and kissed her pouting lips before letting her go.

He watched with a smile as she rolled outta bed to find something to wear.

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“I can’t believe you got me blindfolded. Is this the part where you kill me?”

Jack laughed and rolled his eyes as he continued to walk her up the steps to where they were having their date. He really hoped she loved this because trying to set it up was difficult.

“You didn’t reply, oh god”

“Will you stop being so dramatic? Now be careful this is the last step then I can take this off you”

Maryse stayed silent as Jack carefully walked her to the last set of steps. She could then feel him walk behind her, and rubbed his hands up and down her arm before reaching up to untie the cloth from her eyes. “Ok, open your eyes.”

Maryse slowly opened her eyes and blinked a little to adjust to the light. She gasped as she looked around her.

“Jack…” Maryse was sure she looked crazy as her mouth hung open. She just couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

“Like it?” Jack asked her nervously.

She shook her head. “No…I love this” she could feel her eyes start to water.

Jack Harlow rented out the whole Getty Museum just for the two of them, but that wasn’t all there were lights on the floor making a pathway to a table set for 2. It was the most beautiful thing Maryse had ever seen. She slowly turned around and wrapped her arms around him. “Jack, I can’t believe you did this! I can’t imagine how long it took you to pull this off!” Standing on her tippy toes to kiss him.

“Last week you talked about wanting to show me around LA since I’m usually only here for work and you offhandedly mentioned that you visit the Getty whenever you’re here because you love art museums so I figured I would do something special for our first date.” Jack told her as he rested both of his hands on the sides of her face and used his thumbs to wipe away the tears.

“You remembered that?” Maryse asked him

“Of course, I remember everything you tell me. Big or small.” Jack replied before walking her towards the table, and pulling her seat out so she could sit down. He kissed her forehead before walking around to his side of the table.

She watched as he pulled the tops covering their plates off. Maryse was shocked to see a full course meal, Salmon, mashed potatoes, and asparagus. It looked delicious.

Maryse just shook her head in amazement. She could feel herself getting emotional. She was with Nate for years and he never put this much thought and detail into a date before.

Jack reached across the table and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Stop looking so shocked, you deserve this and more. Now let’s dig in!”

As they ate they talked about everything under the sun, their laughs and conversations echoed throughout the quiet museum.

“Thank you again for those flowers you sent me last week, they were beautiful.” Maryse said to Jack as they were lying on the floor of the museum. Apparently they didn’t have to be out till 3 am so Jack brought blankets and pillows so they could chill until they felt like leaving.

“Beautiful flowers for my even more beautiful girl.” Jack replied as he looked down at Maryse as she was laying in his arms. He watched as Maryse wrinkled her nose up at him, knowing she was going to call him out for being cheesy.

“You’re a cornball”

“You love it!” Jack says before kissing her forehead. “But for real though, I’m so proud of you. I know how hard you’ve been working on your album. You haven’t mentioned it, but I can tell you’re nervous about your album coming out but you shouldn’t be. Focus is already a hit, and your album is going to be a game changer.”

Maryse squeezed Jack letting him know she heard him, before climbing on top of him and pressing her face against his neck. She could feel Jack arms wrap her waist, before moving his hands down and casually resting them right above her ass. Lifting her head up, she leaned down putting their foreheads together.

Jack could see the emotions on her face and simply kissed her lips, assuring her, “You don’t have to say anything.”

Pulling away from the kiss, Maryse spoke in a whisper “You always know all the right things to say.”

“It’s probably a fluke. I think I just say the right things to you.”

Maryse shook her head in disagreement, knowing that wasn’t true and laid her head back down on his chest. It was quiet for a while, the only thing you could hear were their steady heartbeats. Maryse didn’t know it was possible for someone to make her feel the way Jack did. With Jack, she always felt fully cared for. Maybe it was too soon to call this love, but if it was, she completely understood why people go crazy for it. She felt like she was drunk on him.

Maryse’s thoughts were cut short when she felt Jack move his hands up under her dress trying to cop a feel. With her head resting against his chest she could feel a groan rumble in his chest when he noticed she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Fuck, Maryse.”

Maryse said nothing as she moved her hips against his, teasing him slightly. She could feel him throbbing in his pants. Not being able to take the teasing any longer, Jack connected his lips to hers with another groan. The sounds of their kisses as they grasped one another were heard in the dim museum. They pulled away from each other long enough so they could pull Jack’s shirt over his head, and so he could unzip his slacks and briefs.

Once all his clothes were off, Jack bunched up her dress around her waist, while Maryse pushed herself up on her knees. Jack could feel her hand grab hold of his thick length steady as she sunk down on him.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so damn good” Jack said in a breathly tone.

All Maryse could do was whimper in response as she gripped his shoulders as she continued to ride him. Jack sat her up in his arms and started attacking her neck with kisses and bites. Sucking along her skin just the way she likes.

The connection Jack had with Maryse was nothing like he had ever felt before. His attraction to her felt off the charts.

He hummed against her skin each time she dropped down into his lap and took him completely. Jack knew they were both getting closer with each buck of her hips. “You take me so well. You were made for this, Maryse.” Jack whispered in her ear

Maryse shivered against him as his hands ran down the length of her back, giving her ass a tight squeeze.

“Such a naughty girl, riding me in this museum.” Jack could feel her clench him tight.

She was getting close with the way her breathing was becoming more ragged and the grip she had on him tightened.

Jack quickly flipped them over and pounded into her hard, making Maryse whimper. He was so close as he pressed kisses against her shoulder. “C’mon baby, cum for me.”

“Jack, please.” Maryse moaned.

“You can do it, baby. Let go.”

The only sounds in the museum were grunts of pleasure as Maryse came, Jack came right behind her. Maryse felt like her senses were on fire, with the way the warmth of his skin engulfed her.

Maryse let out a small sigh of happiness as Jack laid on top of her, chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. They both were in a happy daze for the rest of the night, silently hoping nothing or no one would ruin their happiness.

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Maryse Monet is finally ready to release her debut album!

In a two bedroom Brooklyn Heights brownstone, R&B star Maryse Monet paces around the living room barefoot, in drawstring shorts and an oversized Missionary Jack tee (Stolen from boyfriend, rapper Jack Harlow) her natural hair in full bloom, while members of her glam team prepare her look for her upcoming appearance on Good Morning America. In three hours, the singer-songwriter was going to announce the title of her debut album; “Ugh, those feels again.” (Dropping March 31st)

Having dropped the lead single, “Focus” the night before which was getting rave reviews from music critics, she still feels anxiety with dropping music.

“Dropping music, to me at least, is like letting the whole world read my diary.” She says. When asked if she ever regrets any music she’s dropped she tells me no.

“No, never. Letting people hear it is a risk, but I believe putting music out into the world is a great teacher to help all my future projects sound better.”

The doorbell rings loudly throughout the house. I watch as the singer leans over the arm of the chair to try and see who’s at the door. Her eyes widen when her manager, CoCo walks into the room holding a bouquet of Peonies. Maryse immediately grabs for them, smelling the flowers. The smile on her face only gets wider as she reads the card. When I ask who the flowers are from there’s a twinkle in her eyes when she tells me they’re from her boyfriend and doesn’t explain further.

The last year has been some sort of Maryse explosion where she went from just being New York’s star quarterback girlfriend to breaking away and becoming a Grammy award winning singer. At 24 years old, Maryse is already a household name. “I’ve really put in the time and work,” she says. “I’m so happy that everything has been, you know, manifesting.”

Growing up with a dad who played guitar and a mother who was a music teacher, Maryse can’t remember a time where music wasn’t part of her life. “Music was playing around the house but I think something outwardly happened when I heard Mariah Carey sing for the first time. I remember getting the craziest chills and goosebumps and I was like, “what is she doing? I want to sing just like that?” I always tell people that music was my first love.”

She then asked me if I wanted to hear her new music. I can feel the tingling excitement build as we sneak away into her home recording studio. As she takes her laptop and plugs it in, she tells me she’ll probably only be about to get through two songs before someone realizes she’s gone missing. Quietly, the r&b star hits play on her upcoming album.

Instantly, a wall of sound hits me. There’s only two reactions you could have to the song. One; saying “Whoooo” and/or Two; fanning themselves vigorously. I was doing both. Her voice was dreamy and hushed, with the song being sultry and slow. This was the type of love song you play to the person who might just last till cuffing season. The one you play with your head stuck out the window as the wind blows in your hair. Maryse was able to play a couple more songs before she was summoned into hair and makeup.

The making of the album has been a long process, she explains, as her hairstylist tries to tame her curls. She started writing the album after returning to dating following the end of a long term and very public relationship.

When we reached out to Maryse's equally famous best friend, Doja Cat, she says the world is finally going to know the real Maryse Monet.

“Everyone knows that she's an amazing musician, but they'll also find out that she’s a real ass bitch, who’s music is going to bring people together and change lives.”

We couldn’t agree more.

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AN: This might be the longest fic I've ever written, but I really love these two and didn't want to split it into different parts :) I hope this all flows well together. Enjoy them being happy beause drama is coming Thank you for reading and as always tell me your thoughts!

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mylove4uisdro · 2 years ago

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Photo Dump

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mylove4uisdro · 2 years ago

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Im loving this already.

This is the first fic with my name ever.

Teach Me Masterlist

Teach Me: January

Teach Me: February

Teach Me: March [Coming Soon]

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mylove4uisdro · 2 years ago

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Right. The dyed, I can maybe learn to like but that shit bet not be fucking cut or I might kms.

Do y’all think he cut his hair 🌝

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mylove4uisdro · 2 years ago

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Gonna start a daily post where I post the first picture of Jack I see in my Pinterest feed lol

June 9, 2023

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mylove4uisdro · 2 years ago

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😭😭😭

What is he doing??

Not the bonnet! 😭😭😭😭

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mylove4uisdro · 2 years ago

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Whyyyyyyy?!?!?!

Fight The Feeling Prologue- Part 10 Mistakes.

Summary- After your over one year relationship, Jack ends up cheating on you with his co-star.

A/N- Alexa Demie plays Tatiana in this series. No, I do not think anything like this happened in real life, everything is fictional.

Jack sighed, him and Urban were sitting in his dressing room, it had been about a month since you and Jack had been staying in California while he was filming White Men Can’t Jump. Jack still hadn’t proposed to you, though he thought about it almost every day.

“I don’t know, nothing feels right. We’re both super busy the next couple months, so it’s not like I can take her on a trip or anything. I think proposing in the Bahamas would be special since that’s where we went for our first date, our anniversary, I feel like it would make sense. We just don’t have time, I don’t want it to be a quick weekend trip if I’m proposing.” Jack told Urban.

“After tour?” Urban suggested.

“I don’t want to wait that long, but I might have to unless I can figure something out.” Jack sighed again. “I just hate waiting, you know, like we’ve talked about our futures before, but I won’t be one hundred precent certain she’s going to say yes until I ask. It’s fucking stressful.” Jack said, laughing softly.

“It sounds stressful.” Urban said, laughing as he stood up. “I’ll be right back.” Urban told Jack.

Urban walked out of Jack’s trailer, seeing Alexa Demie, who was playing Jack’s love interest, standing by the door, clearly listening in on their conversation. Urban didn’t say anything to her as he walked out.

Alexa waited a moment before knocking on the door.

“Come in.” Jack called out, looking over to the door, seeing Alexa walking in. “Oh hey.” Jack smiled at her.

“Hi.” Alexa smiled, sitting down in a free chair. “What were you guys talking about?” She asked.

“Oh, nothing, it’s not a big deal.” Jack said.

“I thought I heard something about proposing when I walked by, maybe I could help?” She suggested. “I didn’t even know you had a girlfriend.”

Ever since they started filming together, Alexa thought Jack was flirting with her. Overtime this led to her developing a crush on him so finding out that he not only had a girlfriend, he had a girlfriend that he was considering proposing to, hurt her. All this time she thought she had a chance to be with Jack, and she was determined to still make it happen, even if it wasn’t an ideal situation.

“It’s something not many people do know.” Jack laughed softly.

“Who is it? Tell me everything.” Alexa smiled at him.

“Oh, we’re not really telling people.” Jack told her.

“C’mon, I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” Alexa told Jack, leaning towards him a little bit.

“Fine, only because I trust you.” Jack said. “I’m dating Y/N.”

“Wait. You’re dating Y/N? You know that everyone thinks she’s dating that male model she did that photoshoot with right?” Alexa asked. You had recently done a photoshoot with a male model that was a little more scandalous than anything you had done before. Since you have previously hinted that you had a boyfriend on social media, everyone assumed it was him.

“Yeah, I know. Why does it matter?” Jack asked and Alexa shrugged.

“I don’t know, I just couldn’t deal with people thinking that my partner is dating someone else.”

“I mean, she told me she was doing the photoshoot, she told me who it was with, she even showed me the photos before they got released. It’s not really something I’ve worried about.” Jack told Alexa.

“You must really trust her. I can’t imagine keeping my relationship so secret. There’s really only one reason I’ve heard of people keeping their partner such a secret.”

“We both trust each other. We just both enjoy the privacy.” Jack said.

“I guess that’s also a reason.” Alexa had a plan, she just had to hope it worked.

“What’s the other reason?” Jack asked.

“You don’t know? People keep their relationship a secret so they can cheat. Either of you could do it so easily. Keeping your relationship so private, always being away from each other. You don’t think it’s ever crossed her mind to cheat on you when she’s away? Or even that you’re cheating on her? Think about it, for all she knows you’re not even on set, you could be out fucking another girl behind her back.” Alexa said.

“I mean, I’ve never thought about it. I don’t think she’s out there cheating on me. I’ve also never thought about cheating on her.” Jack told Alexa.

“Not even once?” She asked. “When you’re on different sides of the country, you could have sex with whoever you wanted, and she’d never find out. Fuck, you could have multiple girlfriends and she’d never know because no one knows about you two.”

“I’ve just never had a reason. I mean, why would I cheat on the girl I love?” Jack asked and Alexa shrugged.

“People do it all the time. Especially celebrities. I could name five rappers right now who’ve cheated on their partners without a second thought.”

“I’ll admit it gets hard sometimes being apart and so private, but it’s not like I’d change anything. I’d take the challenges we have now over the public interfering with our relationship.” Jack told her.

“What are the challenges that you have with your relationship?” Alexa asked Jack.

“I guess it’s just tough not being able to go everywhere she goes or bring her everywhere with me. I would love to walk a red carpet with her or attend an event together. Or even have her here with me instead of doing her own thing because there’s people here who don’t know we are together.” Jack said and Alexa nodded.

“Do you want to propose to her before your relationship is public?”

“Why not? We’ve managed to keep everything private; I don’t see what the big deal is with keeping the engagement private too.”

“If you really love each other, why do you feel the need to keep things private? If you love each other why does it matter what other people think?” Alexa asked Jack.

“It’s complicated. It’s not a normal situation and I know that, but it’s what works for us.”

“How were you planning on proposing to Y/N?”

Jack and Alexa talked about Jack’s plans to propose to you for about twenty minutes before she had to leave to go film a scene. Alexa’s plan didn’t work out exactly the way she would have liked it to. Her goal was to get Jack to admit he had thought about cheating on you, or even admit that he’s thought you’ve cheated on him. But he didn’t. She at least got the idea into his head, while also looking like that wasn’t her goal by ending the conversation talking about your engagement.

A few days later, Jack was in his trailer alone again when Alexa knocked on the door, Jack telling her to come in.

“Hey, do you have a few minutes?” Alexa asked Jack.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“I was just wondering if we could go over some scenes.” Alexa suggested and Jack nodded.

“Sure, which ones?” Jack asked, and Alexa sat down next to Jack, Alexa suggested a scene that they would be filming later that day. They ran their lines a couple times before Alexa ended up moving closer to Jack. Letting her fingers trace shapes on his arm, Jack looked at her hand but didn’t stop her.

“Did you see the rumors about Y/N?” Alexa asked Jack, and Jack looked at her confused.

“No? What are they?” Jack asked her.

“Apparently she was seen having lunch with some guy the other day.” Alexa said.

“Really? With who?” Jack asked.

“I don’t know, I didn’t look at the pictures and it didn’t say who it was.” Alexa lied. She did look at the pictures, and she knew very well that the guy in the pictures was Urban. You and Urban had went to lunch one day while Jack was busy on set and Urban got bored of waiting around. Sure, it sparked a couple of rumors that you and Urban were dating, but Jack knew you two went to lunch together, hell, he’s even the one who suggested it since he was tired of Urban complaining that he was bored and he knew you had no plans for lunch, but in the moment, he forgot about it.

Due to the conversation he and Alexa had previously, he couldn’t help but let his thoughts linger on the rumors. Alexa couldn’t help but notice that Jack was deep in thought, so she sighed softly.

“Hey.” She said as she moved to straddle Jack’s waist. “That just means what we did the other day isn’t so bad after all.” Alexa told Jack as his hands rested on her hips.

“I just feel bad, you know? Cheating on the girl that I’ve loved for the past year. I still love her, I feel like that makes it worse.” Jack admitted.

“Yes, but if she’s cheating on you, then there isn’t a reason to feel bad. It’s better to cheat then be cheated on.”

“Is it really though, because cheating certainly feels worse than being cheated on.”

“At least if you find out she is cheating on you, it’s not like you are fully committed to her anymore.” Alexa said.

“But I should be. I was. I never thought about cheating until it happened.” Jack admitted. The first time Jack and Alexa had sex, Jack wasn’t thinking, it was an in the moment thing where one thing led to another, and it happened. You and Jack had gotten into a fight the night before, essentially your first serious fight, and Alexa said just the right thing the next day.

“Right now, let’s just forget about her.” Alexa said, reaching down into his pocket, pulling out the engagement ring box Jack had been bringing with him to set so you didn’t find the ring when he wasn’t home, and placed it on a nearby table. Alexa leaned forward slightly, resting her hands on his chest as she pressed her lips to his. “We got 45 minutes until we need to be on set, and I can think of a lot better ways to spend that time then talking about Y/N.”

Alexa attached her lips to Jack’s jaw, slowly pressing kisses down his neck, finding his sensitive spot before pulling away.

“But, if you want to stop, all you have to do is tell me to and I will.” Alexa said, looking into Jack’s eyes. Jack hesitated for just a second before he shook his head. “Want me to keep going?” She asked and Jack nodded.

“Yes.” Jack said before sliding his hands from her waist to her back so he could pull her forward to kiss her again.

Both you and Urban could tell something was off about the way Jack had been acting the past couple days, but you both just assumed he was tired from spending long days on set and preparing for his tour at the same time.

Jack and Urban were sitting in his trailer in silence which was unusual for the two.

“Everything good?” Urban asked Jack, and he didn’t respond for a moment.

“I fucked up.” Jack told Urban. “Like, I fucked up bad.”

“What? How?” Urban asked.

“I cheated on Y/N with Alexa.” Jack admitted, leaning back on the couch, his hands covering his face as he sighed.

“What the fuck, when?”

“Uh, like 3 days ago, and again today.”

“I have to be honest with you, that is the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.” Urban told him.

“You don’t think I fucking know that?” Jack said.

“Are you going to tell Y/N?” Urban asked.

“I don’t know. I should but if I tell her she’s going to leave me.”

“You should have thought about that before you stuck your dick in another girl.” Urban muttered underneath his breath, Jack glared at him.

“If you’re just going to make stupid snarky comments, you can get out.” Jack told Urban.

“I’m just telling you the truth.” Urban told him.

“Do you think Y/N’s cheating on me?” Jack asked Urban.

“Why do you think she’s cheating when you’re the one who’s cheating?”

“Alexa told me that she is. Or I guess she didn’t really tell me, but we talked, and I guess it just made me question everything.” Jack admitted.

“We both know Y/N would never cheat on you.”

“She just knew exactly what, how, and when to say everything. Then Y/N and I got in that big stupid fight, and I don’t want to say Alexa was there when Y/N wasn’t, because Y/N has always been there for me. I don’t know how to explain why I did it and I don’t think I ever will.”

“Are you going to continue having sex with Alexa behind Y/N’s back?” Urban asked and Jack’s hesitation was the only answer Urban needed.

Jack felt horrible about what he had done, and as much as he regretted it, he didn’t think you would forgive him for what he had done. He was afraid that if he cut Alexa off, she would retaliate and tell you what he had done, so ironically, he thought his best option to keep you from finding out, was to continue to cheat on you. So, he did.

Jack continued to cheat on you for almost a month before you found out.

You were laying on the bed, Jack just got out of the shower, still wrapped in a towel. You had both just picked a restaurant to order dinner from.

“Here.” Jack said, handing you, his phone. “You can put in whatever you want, I’m going to go get dressed.” He leaned down to kiss the top of your head before walking to grab his clothes.

“Okay.” You said as he walked away. You scrolled on his phone for a few minutes, trying to decide what you wanted before you saw a text pop up.

“Meet me in my trailer during your break tomorrow.” Alexa had texted Jack. You looked at the text, confused for a moment. You didn’t think anything of it at first, the text wasn’t suspicious, but something told you to pull up the text thread, so you did. You saw several different texts that made it obvious Jack was cheating on you, more from Alexa’s side then Jack’s, but some of Jack’s responses made it obvious as well.

You were shocked to say the least. The guy you loved, and thought would never hurt you, was cheating on you. You had no idea how to react. So, you didn’t. You wanted to confront Jack, but you had no idea what to say or how to do it.

“Are you okay?” Jack asked, walking back into the bedroom. Jack was able to tell you were distracted by something, but he didn’t know what. You quickly closed the texts and opened where you were ordering food from. As Jack laid down next to you.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You lied and Jack nodded softly, pulling you into his side.

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