#Jack harlow x oc

[nattinatalia]

Mia saying this to Jack: “daddy stop being a brat and listen to mommy”

“Jack, can you get my mixer from the top cabinet please?” You ask your husband as you rub on your eight month belly.

“I’m vanilla baby.” He starts singing and ignoring you completely.

Mia stares at her dad and wonders why he’s not listening since he always does everything at the first call.

“Babe? I need the mixer to make your cake.” You say one more time.

“She’s 28, telling me I’m still a baby.” He’s bobbing his head now.

You sigh and grab the stool and carefully place both knees on it.

Mia gasps at that. “daddy stop being a brat and listen to mommy” she points your way.

Jack furrows his eyebrows and pulls out his AirPod. “W-hat?”

He turns around and sees you on the stool and jumps from his seat and runs your way. “What in the world are you doing?”

You sigh, “I was calling you for help, but I didn’t realize you had your pods in.”

He shakes his head, takes a hold of your hand to help you down. “Throw something at me next time. You can’t be climbing shit, you could get hurt.”

You smile sweetly at him. “Yes sirrr.”

Mia shakes her head. “You scared me mommy.” She glared at Jack. “What song were you singing?”

You nod, “is that a new track?”

Jack smiles, “aht aht, let’s bake this cake together and maybe I’ll show you two what I have so far.”

You and Mia both smile “Deal.”

[earthtoharlow]

Don’t Like The Lights

Sequel to Flashing Lights series, must read Flashing Lights first to understand

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19. L’amour De Ma Vie

Noah and London were now six months old, and doctors gave Jack and Maryse the go ahead to start introducing them to baby food, and today was the first taste. Jack had Noah and London strapped into their high chairs, armed with tiny spoons and jars of baby food, while Maryse chatted with her manager Coco on the phone in the next room.

“Alright, Noah, London,” Jack grinned, holding up a jar of banana baby food. “Let’s see if you’re ready for the good stuff.”

He scooped a tiny spoonful of the banana mush and held it up to Noah, who eyed it curiously before opening his mouth. Noah’s face lit up the moment he tasted it, and he reached out for more, babbling excitedly, kicking his feet. 

“Looks like someone’s a fan,” Jack chuckled, spooning another bit into Noah’s mouth as his son happily gobbled it up.

Turning to London, he offered her a taste with equal enthusiasm. But the moment it touched her lips, London made a face of pure disgust, wrinkling her nose and letting the banana mush dribble out of her mouth. She gave Jack a look as if to say, “How could you do this to me?”

“Oh, not a fan, huh?” he laughed, grabbing a napkin to clean her little chin. “I thought everyone liked bananas!”

In the other room, Maryse overheard the commotion and chuckled to herself as Coco paused mid-sentence. “Sounds like things are going… well?” Coco asked with a smirk in her voice. 

Maryse laughed, glancing over to see Jack trying to win London over. “You could say that,” she said, “Noah’s loving it, but London… not so much.”

She leaned against the wall, watching as Jack continued his adorable efforts, gently encouraging London with another tiny spoonful. “Come on, girl, just one more bite. It’s not that bad, promise.”

But London pursed her lips defiantly, giving him a look that left no room for negotiation. Maryse smiled, knowing she was witnessing the twins’ little personalities shine through already.

As she balanced her phone between her shoulder and ear, Maryse listened to Coco running through her upcoming schedule. “Since you’re back in the studio again things are definitely about to pick up. They want you to perform the national anthem at the closing ceremony for the Paris Olympics….”

As Maryse listened to Coco on the other end of the line, her eyes widened. “Wait, Coco, are you serious?” she asked, barely able to contain her surprise.

Coco laughed. “Yes, I’m serious! The committee wants you to sing the national anthem at the closing ceremony of the Paris Olympics. It’s a huge honor, and they’re thrilled at the idea.”

Maryse’s mind started racing. The Olympics… in Paris. A massive global stage, and a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. “Wow… I don’t even know what to say,” she breathed, glancing over at Jack, who was still amusing himself trying to coax London into another spoonful of baby food.

Jack noticed her expression and raised an eyebrow. “What’s going on?” he mouthed.

Maryse held up a finger, smiling in disbelief as Coco continued. “Look, it’s big, but they want an answer soon. Think about it, but know they’d be honored to have you.”

“Okay, I’ll talk it over, but… yeah, wow, Coco. Thanks for telling me. I’ll get back to you soon.” She hung up and paused in the doorway, her heart melting at the scene in front of her. The twins were facing each other in their high chairs, babbling in what sounded like a secret language only they understood. Little giggles and expressive hand gestures filled the room as they looked at each other with wide, curious eyes.

Jack turned to Maryse with a grin, whispering, “I think they’re plotting against us. Look at them.”

Maryse laughed, leaning into him. “I wouldn’t be surprised,” she replied, watching as Noah’s babbling grew louder, and London responded with an enthusiastic clap.

Jack grinned, “We’re doomed.”

Maryse laughed again, leaning into him. “If they team up to take us down, we don’t stand a chance.”

They both let out huge laughs, after coming down Jack squeezed her hips, “So what’s the big news?”

“So… they want me to sing the national anthem at the closing ceremony of the Olympics,” she said, letting the weight of it sink in.

Jack’s face lit up, a huge grin spreading across his face. “Paris? Babe, that’s huge! You have to do it!” 

Maryse laughed, her excitement mixing with a touch of anxiety. “I know, it’s… I can’t even wrap my head around it. But performing live, on a stage that big… it’s kind of terrifying, too.”

He stepped closer, wrapping an arm around her. “You’re gonna kill it. If anyone can own that moment, it’s you. Besides,” he added “You performed at the Super Bowl while pregnant.”

“I did do that, huh.” She said with a smirk as she looked up at him. 

As Maryse soaked in the excitement, her expression shifted. “Wait…” She looked up at Jack, a flicker of worry crossing her face. “Isn’t that the same weekend you’re booked to perform in Saudi Arabia?”

Jack’s smile faded as he did a quick mental check. “Oh man… yeah, it is.” He ran a hand over his head, realizing the dilemma. “I completely forgot they overlap.”

They looked at each other, both trying to piece together a way to make it work. “We’re gonna be on two different continents,” she murmured, disappointment settling in. “This is huge for both of us, though…” 

She glanced at Noah and London who were busy with their baby food. “And… who’s going to watch the babies?” She looked back at Jack, concerned in her eyes. “We’ve never left the country without them before. A couple hours away sure but…”

He nodded, the same worry flickering across his face. “I know. We’d need someone we trust completely.” He thought for a moment before adding, “Maybe my parents could stay at our place? They’ve handled them for weekends, and the twins love them.”

Maryse sighed, still looking uncertain. “Yeah, they’d be in good hands, but it’s so different knowing we’ll be so far away.”

He put his hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. “I get it. I feel the same. But if this is something we both need to do, we can make sure they’re safe and loved. And we can be on FaceTime constantly.”

She nodded, finally letting herself smile a little. “Alright, if we can set up everything for them, maybe we can make this work. And you better believe I’ll be FaceTiming every chance I get.”

Jack pulled her close, reassuring her with a warm smile. “Look, as soon as I’m done in Saudi Arabia, I’m heading straight home. I’ll pick up the twins, and we’ll all meet you in Paris.”

Her eyes lit up. “Really? That’s a lot of traveling…”

He nodded, squeezing her hand. “Yeah. I don’t want you missing them that long, and I want us all together. Plus, the kids’ first trip to Paris? Gotta make it a family thing.”

She laughed, her face softening. “You really think of everything, don’t you?”

“Only when it comes to you and them.” He grinned. “It’s all planned out—we’ll be cheering you on in the crowd while you blow everyone away with the anthem.”

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As they loaded her bags into the car, Maryse held Noah and London close, her eyes welling up with tears as she kissed each of their heads. “I hate leaving them. They’re just so little…”

Jack gently grabbed the twins from her and handed them off to his parents, then put his arm around her, pulling her into his chest. “Babe, it’s only a couple of days. And they’ll be right there with you soon enough—probably before you even start to miss them.”

She sighed, leaning into him. “I already miss them. I just feel like…like I should be here.”

He stroked her back, keeping his voice soft. “You’re doing amazing. They’re happy, they’re healthy, and they’ve got everything they need—especially with you as their mom.” He wiped a tear from her cheek, smiling. “And, you’re allowed to do something for you, too. We’ll be right behind you before you know it.”

She sniffled, nodding, and glanced back at the babies, who were both smiling and babbling away in his parents arms. “Promise?”

He chuckled. “Promise. I’ll see you in Paris with these little ones soon, and you’ll rock that performance. We got you.”

With one last kiss to each of them and a deep breath, she climbed into the car, waving as she pulled away, her heart tugging—but feeling a little lighter.

As Maryse’s car disappeared down the road, Jack let out a sigh and turned to find his mom giving him a knowing, sympathetic look.

“She’s been having a tough time,” he said, shifting Noah to his other arm as London reached for her brother’s hand. “She’s feeling all that mom guilt…like she shouldn’t be leaving, even for just a couple days.”

His mom smiled gently, resting a hand on his shoulder before reaching for Noah. “She’s a wonderful mom, and it’s completely normal. But you’re right here, and she knows you’ve got it handled.” She leaned down, softly brushing a hand over Noah’s head. “Give her some time. It’ll get easier.”

Jack nodded, feeling that bittersweet pride. “Yeah…I just want her to know it’s okay for her to have her own time, too. She deserves it.”

Back inside the house, they went into the living room, London sitting on his lap, his mom studied him for a moment before speaking gently.

“Have you thought about suggesting she talk to someone?” she asked, tilting her head. “It’s not easy to admit, but I think she might be dealing with some postpartum depression.”

Jack’s jaw tightened slightly as he glanced down at London, who was playing with his necklace. “Yeah…I’ve thought about it. She’s been up and down, and I know she’s struggling more than she lets on.”

His mom nodded thoughtfully. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. A lot of women go through it. I think it could help her, even if it’s just having someone to talk to outside of you.”

Jack sighed, running a hand through his curls. “I know you’re right. I just don’t want to make her feel worse by bringing it up.”

“You won’t,” his mom assured him. “Just remind her how much you love her and that it’s about making sure she feels her best, not just for the babies but for herself too.”

He nodded, a look of determination crossing his face. “I’ll bring it up when she gets back. She deserves to feel okay…better than okay.”

“And you deserve some credit too,” his mom added with a warm smile. “You’re doing a great job, Jack. She’s lucky to have you.”

Jack smiled faintly, bouncing London slightly. “We’re all lucky to have her, too.”

***

In his dressing room, Jack paced back and forth, his phone pressed to his ear. It had become a mini ritual of his to call Maryse before every show, even more so now that they were apart. He glanced at the clock. Luckily, Paris was only a couple of hours behind Saudi, so it wasn’t too late to call.

After a few rings, her familiar voice came through. “Hey, babe.”

“Hey,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips. Just hearing her voice eased some of the tension in his chest. “What’re you doing?”

“Trying to figure out how to navigate the room service menu in French,” she joked. “I think I accidentally ordered snails earlier.”

He laughed, adjusting the chain around his neck. “Snails, huh? Fancy now.”

“Don’t start,” she teased, but he could hear the smile in her voice. “How’s it going over there?”

“Getting ready for my second show,” he said, sitting down on the edge of the couch. “You know I can’t go on stage without hearing your voice first. It’s my good luck charm.”

“Cheesy,” she said softly. “But you don’t need luck. You’re going to kill it, like always.”

He leaned back, looking up at the ceiling. “Yeah, but it’s different when you’re not here. I miss you. I miss the kids.”

“I miss you too,” she said. “But just think, after this, we’re all going to be in Paris together. You’ve got one more show, then you’re home to grab the twins and come meet me.”

Can’t wait,” he said sincerely. Then, after a pause, he added, “You good, though? For real?”

There was a slight hesitation before she answered. “I’m okay. I still hate being away from them, but I’m managing.”

He nodded, even though she couldn’t see him. “You’re doing amazing, you know that? Don’t be too hard on yourself. The kids are fine, and you deserve to have moments for you too.”

“Thanks,” she said softly. “You always know what to say.”

“Of course I do,” he teased.

Jack leaned back on the couch, phone to his ear, grinning. “So, how’s Paris? Are they treating you like the star you are?”

Maryse chuckled. “It’s been good. Oh! When I got to my hotel room, they had an Eiffel Tower made out of macarons waiting for me. It was so cute!”

“Macarons, huh? They know how to spoil you,” he teased, shaking his head. “What else? Did they roll out a red carpet to your room too?”

“Not quite,” she said with a laugh. “But rehearsals were good. And…Tom Cruise sent me flowers.” Jack could hear the smile in her tone. 

He sat up straighter, his eyebrows raising. “Wait, wait, hold up. Tom Cruise sent you flowers?” He exaggerated her tone, mimicking her emphasis. “Like, ‘Oh, Tom Cruise, action star, Mission Impossible, Mr. Hollywood’?”

Maryse burst out laughing. “Stop it! That’s not how I said it!”

“No, no, you said it like, ‘Oh, Tom Cruise,’ like he’s the one that got away or something,” he teased, shaking his head dramatically.

“Whatever,” she said, trying to suppress her giggles. “He was just being nice.”

“Nice?” Jack  smirked. “Looks like I got some competition’”

“Oh my gosh, you’re ridiculous,” she said, still laughing.

“And you’re over there fangirling,” he shot back playfully. “Bet you saved the card, didn’t you?”

She gasped in mock offense. “I did not!”

“Mm-hmm,” he teased.

“Jack, you don’t even need to worry, you’re the only white guy I'll ever love.”

Jack froze mid-laugh, his face breaking into a wide grin. “Wait, what did you just say?”

Maryse, barely holding back her laughter, repeated with a playful tone, “I said you don’t need to worry because you’re the only white guy I’ll ever love.”

He leaned back, pretending to look offended. “Oh, so I’m just the token white guy now, huh? Is that what this is?”

She burst out laughing. “I’m just saying, Tom Cruise has nothing on you.”

“Damn right he doesn’t,” Jack shot back, smirking. “I mean, he could never rock a curly mullet? 

“Exactly,” she teased. “You’re safe.”

“Safe?” he repeated, pretending to be wounded. “That’s not the kind of reassurance I want! I want to hear I’m your one and only forever.”

“Oh no I think my phone is breaking up!” Maryse started making noises into the phone. 

“M!” Jack said laughing 

“Love you, I’ll be watching clips later!” Maryse said giggling before hanging up.”

Jack smiles when he immediately looked down at his phone when a text came through from Maryse. 

“You’re my forever.”

***

Jack stepped off the plane, his face showing every bit of the exhaustion he felt. Noah was squirming in his arms, while London fussed in Urban’s. As they headed to the gate, Urban chuckled, “Man, I don’t know how you’re still standing.”

“I’m not,” Jack replied, stifling a yawn. “The only thing keeping me upright is the thought of getting to Maryse.”

They finally reached the luggage area, and Jack carefully placed Noah into the double stroller before Urban secured London next to him. The kids, already cranky from the long flight, began to whine.

“Alright, alright,” Jack murmured, crouching down to adjust Noah’s blanket and handing London her pacifier. “I know it wasn’t the best flight, but we made it. Let’s not start a scene, huh?”

Urban shook his head, laughing softly. “Bro, you really thought traveling with two six-month-olds was gonna be smooth?”

Jack groaned, running a hand through his messy hair. “I was hoping.” He glanced at the kids and sighed. “Man, I just can’t wait to get to Maryse. She’s gonna fix all this.”

“You mean you’re gonna hand them both to her and take a nap,”  Urban teased.

“Honestly?” Jack said with a tired grin. “You’re probably right”

They made their way to the car waiting to take them to Maryse hotel. As the driver loaded their luggage, Jack slumped into the backseat next to them, stealing a quick glance at his sleeping twins. “

“Finally,” he muttered under his breath, leaning his head back.

But as the car sped through the Paris streets, his exhaustion slowly shifted into excitement. He couldn’t wait to see Maryse’s face when he walked through that door—with her babies in tow.

Halfway to the hotel, Jack’s phone buzzed with a text from CoCo, Maryse’s manager. His eyebrows furrowed as he read it:

CoCo: Hey, just a heads-up—Maryse is at rehearsals, but she’s not really herself today. I think she’s missing you and the babies. You might want to swing by and surprise her. I think it’d do her some good.

Jack sighed, glancing at Urban, who was busy trying to entertain Noah with silly faces.

“What’s up?” Urban asked, noticing the change in his expression.

“CoCo says Maryse’s not acting like herself. Thinks she’s missing us,” Jack replied, looking back at the twins. “She said we should stop by rehearsals to surprise her.”

Urban smirked. “Man, you know she’s missing y’all. She’s been glued to those kids since they came out. Let’s do it.”

Jack leaned forward to the driver. “Change of plans. Can you take us to the venue instead of the hotel?”

“Of course,” the driver replied.

Noah started fussing again, and Jack handed him a bottle to keep him calm. “Alright, little man, we’re about to see Mama. No more tantrums, alright?”

London cooed from her seat, and Urban chuckled. “London’s the easy one. Noah? That’s your troublemaker right there.”

Jack shook his head with a tired smile. “They both have their days. Double trouble.”

As they pulled up to the rehearsal venue, Jack took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the long trip fade at the thought of surprising Maryse. He unbuckled Noah, while Urban handled London, both of them now wide-eyed and curious about their new surroundings.

“Alright, kids,” he said as they approached the doors. “Let’s go make Mama’s day.”

Maryse stood on stage, gripping the microphone tightly as she tried, once again, to hit the opening notes of the national anthem. A song she could normally perform in her sleep now felt like a mountain she couldn’t climb. She kept messing up—wrong key, missed breath, or tripping over a word. Each mistake sent a wave of frustration crashing over her.

“Alright, that’s enough for now,” she finally said, waving at the sound engineers. “I need five.”

She flopped down on the stage, her back hitting the floor with a dramatic thud. Throwing her arm over her face, she groaned quietly.

Why can’t I get this right? The thought played on repeat in her mind. Between missing the twins, worrying about the performance, and dealing with the guilt of leaving her babies, everything felt heavier than usual.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice the soft sound of footsteps approaching until she felt a sudden, tiny pressure on her stomach. Her eyes flew open, and there, on top of her, was a smaller version of Jack—Noah.

“Noah!” she gasped, sitting up in shock as Noah leaned forward, his tiny face scrunched in determination as he planted the wettest, sloppiest kisses on her cheek.

She laughed, not even caring about the drool or the mess. Her arms wrapped around him instantly, holding him close as tears threatened to spill over.

“Oh my god, Noah!” she whispered, covering his little face in kisses of her own.

When she sat up fully, still clutching Noah, her eyes lifted to see the rest of her heart standing just a few feet away. Jack stood there, holding London, whose chubby cheeks lit up with a grin as she reached out for her. Behind them was Urban, a diaper bag slung over his shoulder, grinning like a proud uncle. 

“What—how—” she stammered, standing up with Noah in her arms. “I thought I wasn’t going to see you all till later tomorrow.”

“Surprise,” Jack said, his tired eyes softening as he handed London over.

Maryse took her daughter eagerly, pulling both babies close as she blinked back tears. “You must be so exhausted!”

“You were missing us, weren’t you?” Jack asked, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “CoCo might’ve snitched.”

Maryse let out a watery laugh, holding her babies tightly. “You have no idea how much I needed this.”

“We do,” Jack said softly, stepping closer to wrap an arm around her waist. “And we’re here now. All of us.”

In that moment, everything else faded—the pressure, the stress, the guilt. She was with her family again, and that was all that mattered.

The hotel room was finally quiet, the chaos of the day melting away. Maryse lay on the bed with Noah and London sprawled on her chest, both in deep sleep for the first time all day. She gently rubbed their backs, her fingers tracing soothing circles as she stared off into space, lost in thought.

The bathroom door opened, and Jack walked out, his hair damp, a towel slung low around his waist. Maryse’s eyes flicked to him, and she couldn’t help but bite her lip. Despite her exhaustion, a part of her couldn’t deny how much she missed him, in every way.

Jack caught her staring and smirked as he sat on the edge of the bed. “You good over there?”

“Sure,” she replied, her voice low. “But you’re gonna need to put on some clothes because I’m already distracted.”

He laughed, shaking his head as he stood to grab a pair of pants. “Fine, fine. Can’t have you losing focus.”

Once dressed, he sat back down and leaned toward her, his expression soft but serious. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Maryse’s  brow furrowed. “Okay… What’s up?”

He hesitated for a moment, his thumb brushing over the bedspread before he spoke. “Have you thought about maybe…talking to someone? Like a therapist?”

Her body stiffened instantly, and her guard went up. “A therapist? For what?”

“For you,” he said carefully. “I just… I’ve noticed how hard things have been for you lately. You’ve been overwhelmed, and with the twins, the performances, and everything else, I think it could help to talk to someone.”

Maryse gently placed the twins on the bed so that she could sit up. “I don’t need a therapist. There’s nothing wrong with me.”

Jack sighed, his voice calm and patient. “I didn’t say there was anything wrong with you. But you’ve been through a lot, babe. Pregnancy, postpartum, leaving the kids for the first time—it’s a lot. You’ve been carrying it all, and I don’t want you to feel like you have to do that alone.”

Her eyes softened, but she still shook her head. “I’m fine. I’m just tired, that’s all.”

“You’re not fine,” he said gently, reaching over to place his hand on hers. “And that’s okay. It doesn’t mean you’re not strong, and it doesn’t mean you’re a bad mom. It just means you’re human. I just want you to be okay—for yourself, for me, and for them.” He glanced down at the sleeping twins, his voice laced with emotion.

When she stayed quiet, he continued. “You never really talked to anyone after the stalker broke into our apartment either. You just kept going like it didn’t shake you, but I know it did. You’re carrying all of this stuff, and I just don’t want it to get heavier.”

Maryse’s defenses crumbled slightly, her fingers brushing over Noah’s hair. “You really think I need to talk to someone?”

“I think it could help,” he said honestly. “You don’t have to decide now, but just think about it, alright? For me?”

She nodded reluctantly, her voice softer now. “Okay… I’ll think about it.”

“That’s all I’m asking,” Jack said, leaning in to kiss her forehead.

Backstage at the closing ceremony, the air buzzed with energy as Maryse prepared to step into the spotlight. Jack sat in the corner, gently rocking the stroller back and forth, his eyes locked on her. Urban snapped candid shots of her as she adjusted her all-white suit, brushing a hand nervously through her hair. Jack could tell from her small, fidgety movements that she was feeling the weight of the moment, but he also couldn’t stop marveling at how breathtaking she looked.

The crisp white suit fit her perfectly, exuding elegance and power. It reminded him of a future he’d been quietly dreaming about: her walking toward him in a different white outfit, down an aisle, with the same mixture of nerves and confidence.

She turned toward him, crossing the room to check on the babies. Her lips found Noah’s forehead, then London’s, as she murmured a few soft words to each of them. When her eyes finally met Jack’s, she noticed the way he was watching her—intense, unblinking, and full of admiration.

“What?” she asked softly, a nervous laugh slipping out as she straightened her suit jacket.

“You’re just… so beautiful,” he said simply, his voice low and steady.

Her cheeks flushed, and she ducked her head, fiddling with the buttons on her cuff. “Stop staring at me like that.”

He smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Why? I like making you nervous.”

She gave him a look, but the corners of her mouth twitched upward. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re perfect,” he countered smoothly.

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile that followed. “I’ll be back in a bit,” she said, brushing a hand over Noah’s tiny fist before walking toward the stage entrance.

As she disappeared from view, Jack chest swelled with pride and love. She might’ve been nervous, but to him, she looked every bit like the star she was born to be.

***

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can u do one where he forgets it’s her birthday

You Should Have Been Here

This was supposed to be the happiest day but instead, you found yourself locked in your guest bathroom while everyone else was having the best time celebrating your birthday.

You were surrounded by your closest friends and family members, who made time out of their busy schedules to show up and others even flew out to see you. But there was someone who was still missing.

You were whipping away your tears when there was a knock on the door.

You took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Hey, we were missing you out there. Any news from Jack?”

Your face immediately shifted.

“Babes, what’s wrong?” Y/F/N asked.

“Can you please….shut the door?” you managed to say as you felt your voice breaking.

She quickly entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her before turning to you.

“Hey, what’s the matter?”

You looked down and shake your head ‘no’, trying not to start crying.

And just like that she put the pieces together.

“Hey, it's ok” she softly said and embraced you.

You couldn’t take it anymore and burst into tears.

“He said he’ll be here” you whispered.

“Maybe something came up and he’s rushing to get here” she said trying to remain positive.

“I don’t think so” you slowly pulled away from her. “He didn’t even text me or called me to say ‘happy birthday”

“What?”

You just nodded in response.

“Y/N I’m so sorry”

“It’s fine. I should get back before everyone else starts to worry”

“Alright, but let me fix your makeup first so you don’t have to answer any awkward questions”

In the meantime, Urban who was at the party was growing annoyed at Jack for not answering any of his texts or calls; or even bothering to show up.

“Guys, have you heard from Jack?”

They all shrugged.

Then when he glanced at the hallway, he saw you walking out with Y/F/N and then he knew something was not right.

You managed to do the performance of her life, as you put on your best face for everyone else.

As you walked back to the Livingroom you were surprised by all your friends, as all the lights were turned off and everyone was singing happy birthday to you and filming you while one of your friends walked over to you with a birthday cake.

Urban, on the other hand, managed to sneak out of the house party without being noticed and drove off to Jack’s place.

After ringing the doorbell for what felt like the 10th time, Jack finally opened the door.

“Hey”

“Busy much?” he said with a pissed tone in his voice.

Jack was taken aback by Urban’s sudden mood.

“What?”

“I was calling you a bunch of times”

“Well sorry, I was in the studio” he said nonchalantly as he let Urban inside while he walked to his kitchen.

“So, is that why you didn’t even bother to show up?”

Jack stopped in his tracks and turned to Urban.

“What are you talking about?”

“Do you remember what day is today?”

“Saturday?”

“It's Y/N’s birthday”

His face fell off as he stared into an empty space for a few seconds.

“No, it’s not. I could never forget it…” he said starting to panic as he pulled up his phone and looked at the date.

Then he came to the realization.

“Fuck” he said running his hands through his curls in frustration.

“Yeah”

“I-”

“You better go over there now before you lose your girl”

Jack wasted no time and walked out to his car and drove off to your place.

When Jack arrived at your place, it was too late. All the lights were off.

He sighed to himself.

He quietly walked to your front door and rang the doorbell.

When you opened the door, he saw you in your pajamas looking disappointed.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t make it”

“I’m sorry too” you softly said before closing the door on him.

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Interurban Love (Jack Harlow Fanfic)

Jack Harlow decides to stop into a humble small business suit shop on the outskirts of the city.

Quick read (more parts to come if there’s a yummy response rate)

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“Hey, wake up!” Mark, April’s uncle and also the store manager slammed his hand against the checkout desk, where April stood as he made his way towards the back of the house. He was running late, and she knew exactly why by the look of his newly twisted dreadlocks. She needed a new look herself, but was happy with her naturally curly hair especially since the winter months were approaching. She was nearly falling asleep on the job. Another slow ass Sunday at Interurban Lux — a hot spot for wannabe hotshots. Although the store was geared towards luxury looks for men, April was usually met with nothing other than high school students who were just window shoppers. It didn’t help that the location sat right on the outskirts of the city. She respectfully straightened her stance and worked on displaying her fake smile to a room full of ghosts. There was literally no one there and with two hours left before the store closed she wanted nothing more than to go home.

***

April was in the middle of dusting off a few mannequins, her back turned towards the entrance, when the doorbell rang signaling a customer. Of course the last thirty minutes of the day! “Hi there, we’re closing in thirty min…” Her voice trailed off as a handful of men stepped inside.

Mark made his appearance known, entering the room just as jolly as can be. Probably happy that he’s actually getting business for once… or preparing for some sort of robbery.

“Hey fellas! How can I help you all today?” They spoke in a hushed tone so it was hard for April to make out anything that was being said. She inched closer to possibly assist and noticed a shaggy haired, slim fair skinned guy in black sweatpants and a hoodie, who appeared to be hiding and keeping to himself. Great, another kid needing a suit for a dance. Assuming the least, she went back to her closing duties and let her uncle handle the transaction. “Sure, we can take care of Mr. Harlow here with no problem.”

Harlow? Wait, come to think of it from what little features she could make out of the guy he did look like… Jack Harlow! What was he doing waaaay out here? As if to be discreet, Mark led the fellas to one of the more private rooms in the back. It wasn’t until moments later that he called April back there. “Yes sir?” April asked, her nervous energy beginning to form.

He smiled at her while handing her an iPad to take down measurements, “We have Mr. Jack Harlow here. He needs a suit for a very special event and he chose us to get the job done for him.”

She tried to sound as calm, cool, collected and professional as possible, “Great. I’ll be here to assist in whatever way I can.”

She smiled over at Jack who honestly looked drained, but still responded gratefully, “Thank you. I appreciate y’all taking the time, I know you close in 15 minutes.” He stood and stretched a bit. “Personally, I like a good double breasted suit. Double the breast, double the style.” Jack stated with a cheesy smile.

April giggled, “Noted.”

***

For the next 20 minutes Mark and April did their due diligence on getting him measured properly. She didn’t know quite what to expect during this encounter but it was pleasant for once. Jack was funny and personable and possibly hitting on her…? Either way! What’re the odds that the two would run into each other again?

“Okay Jack,” Mark dropped the ‘Mr. Harlow’ bit as Jack requested during his fitting. “We’ll have that suit made for you and ready to go in a few days.”

“I appreciate it,” Apparently they were now on “family terms” because Jack brought Mark in for a brotherly dap. Meanwhile, April stood there with a smile. Jack smiled at her and held his arms open for a hug, “Bring it in.” And that she did. He stood taller than her, and smelled delicious. Embarrassingly enough, she almost didn’t pull away…

“One last thing. Do you mind if we get a picture with you? I think it would help our business tremendously.” Mark asked. He wasted no time whipping out his outdated android.

“For sure. Hey Bruce, snap a pic for us.” The three maneuvered themselves in front of their Interurban Lux sign, Bruce snapping their photo on the outdated android.

[a-moment-captured]

[princess-an]

People compare Jack Harlow to Drake saying that Jack took the Drake formula etc but when I look at Drake I don't wanna fuck him when I look at him���

My legs will open immediately

Hs could be singing about how his tv don't work and id listen and start a petition to get his tv fixed.

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Jack Harlow x Reader : Instagram AU

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yourusername Life has been crazy lately, but we’re still here 💘

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alizemiaharlow THE PARENTS 🤞🏼

ezharlow Life has been kicking our asses, mostly dads 🤷🏼‍♂️

jackharlow Here you go…..

cassiewyatt ARE YOU GUYSSS BACK FROM VACATION????

yourusername Cass baby, you’re literally on our driveway 😂😂

cassiewyatt I knowwwww I want to make sure you guys were back lol

user1 WEVE MISSED YOU GUYS OMGGGG

user2 THE HARLOWS ARE BACK?????

user3 MOM AND DAD!!!

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jackharlow Did you miss us?

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ezharlow YES

ezharlow NEVER AGAIN LEAVE ME WITH YOUR DAUGHTER!!!!

alizemiaharlow 🙄 You’re so dramatic.

cassiewyatt 🤣🤣🤣 oh the amount of tea I have for you guyssss. But yes, we did miss youuuuu guys 🥺

jackharlow We’ll catch up on it all Princess.

claybornharlow Is this bad timing to let you know one of your demon spawns crashed y/n Supra?

yourusername EXCUSE ME WHAT?

cozane CLAY 🤦🏻

jackharlow It was Ezequiel wasn’t it?

ezharlow WHAT? MEEE? WHY DOES IT ALWAYS HAVE TO BE ME??

druski It always is you. you came into this world to humble your dad 🤣🤣

jackharlow 🙄

claybornharlow So definitely not EZ

ezharlow HA IN ALL YOUR FACES

jackharlow MIA???? IT WAS MIA???

alizemiaharlow *blocked & runs away*

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alizemiaharlow The night everything changed 😭 MOM IM SORRYYYYYYY

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cozane Never again please

alizemiaharlow 🥺 I’m sorrryyyyyy

selenosunni 🤦🏼‍♂️ Scared us half to death

cozane Had me sweating and shit

urbanwyatt Wait why don’t I know about this?

urbanwyatt WHAT HAPPENED?

ezharlow How do you not know this? Doesn’t she tell you everything?

urbanwyatt APPARENTLY NOT

alizemiaharlow 🙄 Stop instigating cheesy

claybornharlow Ok let me clarify, she didn’t crash crash, a curb got in her way and it scratched up the tires and rims and a little pit of the paint.

ezharlow & if you know my mom, you know ever since she was a teen she wanted a Supra (thanks Paul Walker) so when dad bought it for her on their 6th year anniversary, she’s been putting in work and drives it on special occasions.

alizemiaharlow Way to make me feel even worse

yourusername I don’t care about the car, as long as YOU are okay Mia.

ezharlow Wait so can I keep it then since you don’t care about it?

jackharlow 🙄 NO

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ezharlow Today consisted of dropping off Goblin at the shop, and then taking the demon spawns out for ice cream- they picked out their outfit 🔥

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alizemiaharlow Demon spawns have style🔥🔥

jackharlow goblin and my babies looking 🔥🔥🔥

cozane what are you doing to goblin?

ezharlow Tunin’ it a bit

user if I had rich parents of course I would ask them for that car

ezharlow Gag on you my parents didn’t buy it for me.

claybornharlow Ace Sebastian and Arya Lizeth Harlow 🥺 the ones who have me wrapped around their little fingers.

alizemiaharlow Same & they know it 😩

user did you get that car with your mommy money

ezharlow Nah, with your daddy’s money.

user he probably doesn’t even know how to drive it.

ezharlow Ask your mom

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Flashing Lights: This Christmas

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The mall was filled with people rushing to get their last minute shopping done for the holidays as Jack and Maryse pushed Noah and London in their stroller towards the Santa photo area. Noah and London, were bundled up in matching red-and-white outfits, complete with tiny Santa hats. It was their first Christmas as a family of four, and they wanted to make it memorable, even if they weren’t sure how their 10-month-olds would react to meeting Santa.

As they reached the front of the line, Jack adjusted Noah’s hat while Maryse cooed at London who was babbling happily in her arms. “Think they’re ready for this?” Jack asked with a smirk, glancing at all the chaos in front of them.

Maryse laughed softly. “London? Definitely. Noah… not so much,” she teased, glancing down at their son, whose expression was a look of mild concern.

When it was their turn, Santa greeted them warmly, his jolly demeanor instantly winning over London, who squealed and reached out toward him. Noah, however, clung tightly to his dad, his lip trembling. “It’s okay, buddy,” Jack reassured him as he gently set him on Santa’s lap.

The moment Noah touched Santa’s lap, his face crumpled, and he let out a loud wail that echoed across the mall. Maryse quickly knelt beside him, rubbing his back, while Jack tried to distract him with his favorite stuffed reindeer.

London sat beside Santa, giggling and clapping her tiny hands. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she reached up and grabbed a handful of Santa’s fluffy white beard. “London!” Maryse exclaimed, trying to gently pry her daughter’s fingers away. Santa chuckled good-naturedly. “She’s strong for such a little one,” he said, laughing.

The photographer managed to snap the moment: Noah mid-scream, London mid-giggle, and their parents laughing.

As they walked out of the mall with the twins bundled up in their stroller, Maryse let out an exaggerated sigh, glancing over at Jack, who was still chuckling to himself.

“Okay,” she started, holding back a laugh, “we are never doing that again.”

Jack smirked, pushing the stroller with one hand and slipping his free arm around her shoulders. “Come on, it wasn’t that bad,” he teased. “London had the time of her life. Look at her—she’s still smiling.”

Maryse leaned over to check on their daughter, who was happily sucking on her fist, her eyes wide with curiosity. “Yeah, well, Noah was screaming like Santa stole his favorite toy,” she shot back, glancing at their son, who was now fast asleep, cheeks still a little red from his earlier meltdown.

“He was just… expressing himself,” Jack joked. “It builds character.”

Maryse gave him a playful shove. “Expressing himself? Babe, he cried so hard Santa was ready to retire on the spot!” They both laughed as they reached the car.

Jack helped fold the stroller and load the twins in their car seats. Once they were both settled, he turned to her with a grin. “You know,” he said, leaning against the door, “we’ll probably do it again next year.”

Maryse groaned, throwing her head back dramatically. “Ugh, you’re probably right.” Then she smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “But if we do, you get to hold Noah.”

“Deal,” he replied with a wink, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “But only because I love you—and our two little elves.”

Maryse laughed as she climbed into the car, glancing back at their sleeping twins. “They’ll thank us one day… or maybe not..”

***

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I said it once and I’ll say it again.

THIS IS A JACK AND ZOEY STAN!!!!!

Look at my two lovebirds y’all🥹🥹🥹

Do you know what today is?

Synopsis: Jack and Zoey celebrate their first anniversary.

A/n: Some of you asked and I heard your cries, hope it’s everything you wanted and more!

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“Baby! How do I know when to flip the pancakes?” Jack was running around like a headless chicken, looking for the spatula Zoey had been using. He let out a sigh of relief when he found it, cursing under his breath when he unsuccessfully tried to flip the pancake.

A hand rested over his and helped him quickly flip it over with ease, planting soft kisses to his neck afterwards. “What would you do without me?”

“Well for one,” he starts pointedly, “this food would be burnt to a crisp and two, I don’t even have to worry about all that because you’re stuck with me.”

Jack walks away from her to play a song on his phone, Tony! Toni! Toné! blasts from the speakers. Zoey laughs immediately, hearing the song play as Jack attempts to serenade her. He wraps his arms around her waist and picks her up, placing her on the counter as the song ends. The rapper takes a plate off the counter, stacks two pancakes and three strips of bacon on it and presents it to her. “Happy anniversary Zozo.”

“Happy anniversary Jack Jack. I can’t believe I’ve been putting up with you for a whole year.” She takes a bite of her bacon and feeds him some.

“Shit, I can’t believe it either. You know what else I can’t believe? That we haven’t done any nasty things in this kitchen.” His piercing blue eyes scream that he has a plan. And he usually gets what he wants.

Much to his dismay, his girlfriend stands up and grabs the syrup, dousing her pancakes. “The only thing I’m thinking about right now is breakfast so please, have some class and eat.”

“Oh I was trying to.” He mumbles under his breath, earning him a playful smack on his ass. “Bro, quit playing with me.”

Zoey puts her hands up, turning her attention back to her food and before Jack can respond, the doorbell rings. He had ordered 12 dozen white tulips to commemorate their year together. He did not expect to find someone standing next to the flowers.

“Mom?! What are you doing here?”

“Oh honey, it’s great to see you too.” She laughs, patting him on the back. “Let me help you with these flowers, what’s the special occasion?” She grabs a few dozen and heads inside.

Thank god Zoey had clothes on.

Jack picked up the rest of the flowers so he could hurry inside before things got weird.

His mom and his girlfriend were already laughing in the kitchen when he got there. It had there them all of three minutes. “Glad to see you two are getting along. Mom, this is Zoey. Zoey, this is my mom Maggie.”

“Oh we’ve met.” His mom informs him as Zoey grabs her a plate. “I thanked her for the emergency gala we put on a little over a year ago. Glad you came to your senses and realized what was right in front of you.”

Jack was completely forgotten as the two most important women in his life swapped stories. Not that he minded one bit, he was still the topic of conversation even if he wasn’t directly included in it. He took this time to clean up and give them some time alone.

“So, be honest with me. How is he? Because I know what I’ve heard and what I’ve seen but I want a little bit of your perspective.” Usually Zoey would’ve been super nervous to meet her boyfriend’s mom, especially one who was technically a mama’s boy like Jack. But it felt so natural and since it was a surprise visit, there was no time to freak out.

“Um well, to tell you the truth I didn’t know if this would work. I’m not a celebrity by any means and I have a job that I love so we are still long distance and will probably continue to be for a while. On paper it shouldn’t work, it should be hard and complicated and eventually fizzle out. I’m not naïve I know he has options.” She lets out a deep sigh, smiling to herself.

“But it’s not hard. It’s actually the easiest, most sensible thing I’ve ever done. Being with him, it’s the most consistent and stable thing in my life and it’s important to me. He’s thoughtful and intentional with his words and actions and—he’s kind. Genuinely cares about people and wants to do the right thing. Obviously he’s not perfect, no one is. I just know that in this world where nothing makes sense sometimes? This? Me and him? It makes all the sense in the world. I guess I have you to thank for that. So thank you.”

Maggie’s blinks her tears away, pulling Zoey in for a hug. “I should be the one thank you. I’ve never seen him happier. It’s like he’s been walking on air ever since he met you.”

They said goodbye to his mom an hour later, took a nap and got ready for their private sunset boat ride that Jack had arranged for them. It was all the more special to get to celebrate their anniversary in Louisville. Jack had his home here, his family here and now he’d found his person to share it all with. The thought of that was a little overwhelming so he pushed down the limp forming in his throat.

“Okay question for you…favorite part about year one. And what are you looking forward to in year two?” Zoey asks him, providing the perfect distraction.

The man thinks to himself for a couple seconds, rubbing his chin. “My favorite part was definitely us being more vulnerable with each other. You know I told myself I wasn’t into relationships and convinced myself that there wasn’t any room for it with this lifestyle but I have that and so much more with you. I think the best thing about love is that you give someone the power to hurt you, but trust them not to.”

“Wow. Babe that was deep. I did not think this was heading in that direction.”

He shakes his head, taking a sip of water, “chill, I read it somewhere and it really stuck with me. Because that’s how I feel with you. You and I both know you have my heart and I’m trusting you not to break it.” Clearing his throat, he gestures for her to give her answer.

“Okay. My favorite part about year one was incorporating each other into our worlds. When you are with my friends or when I’m with your friends it’s so seamless and I love that. We just…fit. And year two I want to travel together more, make more unique memories and once in a lifetime experiences.”

Jack checks his watch, stands up and sticks a hand out for her to grab. “Speaking of making unique memories, I want to show you something.”

They walk upstairs to the top balcony and watch the fireworks show, specifically for this date.

“I feel like I’m on the Bachelor right now.” Zoey jokes. She turns around to meet his eyes, the reflection of the lights looks even better when she’s looking at him. “You never told me what you want for year two.”

Jack gives her a kiss on the forehead, taking his jacket off so she stays warm. “I want this. You and me. Over and over again.”

“I love you Jack Jack.”

He rolls his eyes but she can tell he’s blushing. “I love you more Zozo.”

That night, he broke the internet with his post on Instagram.

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[halfmoondaze]

If You Were There Beware

You and Jack were at the airport with your 5-year-old daughter Aitana, after returning home to Atlanta after being in Kentucky during the weekend to see Jack’s parents.

Unfortunately for you, someone had tipped off the paparazzi at the gate you were exiting from, so when you walked out of the gate, there were a dozen of paparazzi outside with all their camera pointed at you.

“No flashes” one of the security guards escorting you and Jack said.

The moment, Jack stepped outside all the camera flashes intensified. You followed him from behind while carrying Aitana in your arms, as he stepped in front of you to avoid the flashes blinding you and Aitana. And because you and Jack were very protective of her privacy, you took additional measures to assure her safety, by shielding her face with a little crotchet hat that manage to hide her face.

“Please don’t use flashes on my daughter” he said calmly but firmly.

“Sorry” one of the paparazzi said.

Then flashes intensified.

“Can you tell us her name?” one of them asked.

“Just let me ask you one question and we’ll leave you guys alone” one of them commented.

You and Jack managed to stay silent and not give them a reason to continue talking as you made your way through the airport. But at one point, the paparazzi started to get into your personal space.

“Hey hey hey, back off that’s my child” he exclaimed starting to get angry.

You felt Aitana move a little and you knew she was probably getting anxious.

"Shhh shh. It's ok, sweetie. We are almost there" you whispered in her ear and kissed the top of her head.

At that moment, more security guards approached you and helped you with creating a path for you and Jack to exit the airport. But as you were putting Aitana in her car seat while Jack was blocking the paparazzi from taking pictures of you from behind, he felt someone grab him from his shirt.

That’s when he completely lost it and was about to jump into the paparazzi, but you were quick to hold his hand.

“Jack, no. It’s not worth it” you whispered into his ear.

And that was enough for him to feel grounded again.

After Aitana was settled in her car seat, you closed the door and walked into the co-pilot seat while Jack sat in the driver’s seat.

You took his hand and look at him.

“Are you ok?”

“Am I ok? Are you ok?” he said rubbing his hand on your cheek.

“I am”

“Sorry about that”

“It was not your fault”

“Is she ok?” he asked.

You looked at her and realized she was fast asleep in her car seat.

“She’s fast asleep” you smiled at him while rubbing your thumb against his hand.

He smiled to himself.

“Let’s go home?” you asked him.

He nodded and kissed your forehead before turning on the car and driving away.

[madameaug]

3D || JJK x Black OC

Pairing: Celebrity Jungkook x Non-Celebrity Jennette

Feature: Jack Harlow

WC: 900 ish

Context: Things are going smoothly on the second day of filming for Jungkook's solo '3D' with Kentucky rapper Jack Harlow. But tempers rise when Jack takes a flirtatious approach to Jungkook's girl.

Jungkook naturally had a positive attitude. He got a full nights rest and he had a tasty American breakfast. He was on set for the second and final day of filming for his single '3D'. It would be his second solo song with the new direction and image he was launching.

Seven was just a tiny drop in the pond for the full extent he wanted. He was tired of the 'baby' and 'maknae' cape he wore for the many years he was a part of BTS. Of course, he couldn't deny the fact that he was the youngest member of the group, but he was twenty-six. He was a grown man and he was entitled to his sexuality. He wanted to express how raunchy and nasty he could be is. I mean he was in a long term relationship with his girlfriend, fans couldnt' have thought that he was just holding hands with her. They would be delusional.

Currently, Jungkook was sitting in his trailer rubbing the soft fabric of the neon pink romper Jennette was wearing. She laid down on her stomach, scrolling through her phone. Her legs were across his lap, giving unrestricted access to her plump behind. What she it lacked in size, it overcompensated in weight. Any time she walked there was a jiggle that caught Jungkook's attention.

"Bug look at this." Jennette turned showing Jungkook a video of Jack Harlow's story. "He's here." The Kentucky rapper had tagged the singer in a Instagram story showing that he had arrived on set. The diamond crusted shape of Kentucky reflecting off the sunlight.

A sequential knock on the trailer could be heard. A slight groan Jennette moved off of Jungkook allowing him to stand up fully. Opening the door Jack Harlow had a big smile on his face. He dapped Jungkook.

"What's poppin."

Jungkook returned the same enthusiasm. Using the English that he knew. He was now at a conversational level thanks to Jennette and could better articulate himself. Jennette just look at the two men conversing with each other. Unaware at the secret glances to she was receiving from Jack.

Jack immediately noticed the feminine fragrance in the trailer. The scent couldn't belong to no one other than the beauty sitting on Jungkook's leather couch. Her legs were crossed over one another, and he could see the pure white color she sported on her toes. Two gold hoop piercings hanging on each nostril, elevated her look. Baby hairs were laid, with lips dewey and glossy. Her hair was shaped like a cloud, and not in its usual protective style.

Jungkook wasn't an idiot and watched the glances Jack made behind him. He was probably just curious about who Jennette was. Thinking nothing of it, Jungkook formally introduced the pair.

"Jeanie come meet Jack. Jack this is 'Jennette', Jeanie this is Jack."

Jennette smiled with simple wave.

"Had I known there were going to be gorgeous models like her I would have gotten here earlier so I could get to know her." Jack lifted Jennette's hand bringing it to his lips.

"Oh that's not necessary." Jennette dryly laughed, pulling her hand away. Once it was behind her back, she discreetly wiped any trace of his lips on her back.

"Jeanie was it?"

"ACTUALLY it's Jennette." Jungkook stepped in the middle of the two.

Thinking fast, Jennette bawled up her face appearing to sneeze. She turned behind her before letting out the fake sneeze.

"My allergies must be acting up. Let me go blow my nose." Jennette excused herself, before leaving the trailer. Before closing the door behind her. In another moment of disrespect Jack turned his head to watch Jennette leave the trailer. He bit his lip, before tucking his hands in his pocket. He rocked on his toes, before whispering a 'damn' to himself.

Jungkook found himself outside of his body. He saw himself wrapping his hands around Jack's neck. Shaking common sense into his thick skull. How dare he make a clear pass at his girlfriend, in front of his presence. His eye twitched at the lingering thought.

It took alot for Jungkook to get out of character. Having fame at such a young age taught him how to grow thick skin and how to let some things roll of his back. He was good at picking which battles were worth fighting over. And his relationship with Jennette was always one worth fighting for.

Jennette was one of the best things to ever happen to him. He trusted her and developed a deep love for her. One day when he will be courageous enough to get down on one knee and ask her to spend the rest of her life with him. He could see the day happening any time soon. A future with Jennette was his endgame.

And collaboration be damned, Jungkook wasn't going to let Jack get away with that.

"Don't disrespect me or my girl like that." Jungkook's tone was sharp and cold. His eyes narrowing in on Jack's face. He was watching every thought cross his mind. His eyebrows furrowed, at the drastic demeanor change.

"Your girl? I was just being polite-"

"Polite? Yeah right, you were clearly flirting with her in front of me."

"I didn't know she was your girl, my bad bro."

"Damn right. Don't try that again."

Jack noted putting both of his hands up backing away slowly. Sheesh

[cierraonline]

The Girl Is Mine Podcast

What is it like dating a Kardashian, when your music represents you despise everything about the Kardashian family, specially Kim Kardashian?

Reality x Podcast

COMING SOON....

[venic-bxtch]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟHometown Baby *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

•Epilouge•

“AND SHE’S A HOMETOWN BABY, COULD YOU PUT YOUR PHONE DOWN MAYBE?” -OUT FRONT, JACK HARLOW

A/N: teared up a lil while writing this🥹let me know if y’all want any blurbs or stuff like that.

Seven months had passed since Zaria let Jack into her life, and their relationship had blossomed into something she never thought she’d find again: a love that felt effortless, genuine, and strong. She’d moved into his house a few months back, and though she was hesitant at first, Jack made sure every day that she felt safe, loved, and at home.

It was a quiet Saturday evening. The smell of fresh pasta filled the kitchen as Jack moved around, wearing a sweatshirt that clung to his broad shoulders. Zaria sat at the kitchen island, typing away on her computer.

“Stop staring,” she teased, catching him watching her as he stirred the sauce.

“I can’t help it,” he said, setting the spoon down and walking over to her. “You’re glowing, Z.”

“You say that every day,” she said with a laugh.

“Because it’s true,” he said, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

The evening carried on quietly, the two of them eating dinner at the table and chatting about nothing and everything. Afterward, they curled up on the couch in the living room, Jack’s arm draped around Zaria’s shoulders while she rested her head on his chest.

The sound of the TV played in the background, but Jack was distracted. He kept glancing at her, his heart pounding in his chest. He’d been carrying a secret for weeks, and tonight, he decided, was the night.

“Hey,” he said, his voice soft.

“Hmm?” Zaria tilted her head to look up at him.

“There’s something I need to ask you,” he said, sitting up slightly.

Her brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he assured her, reaching into his pocket. “Actually, everything feels right for the first time in my life. And it’s because of you.”

Zaria froze as Jack pulled out a small velvet box and opened it, revealing a stunning diamond ring that caught the light just so.

“Jack…” she whispered, her hand flying to her mouth.

He slid off the couch and knelt in front of her, taking her free hand in his.

“Zaria, you’ve shown me what it means to love, to trust, to believe in something bigger than myself. You’ve made me the happiest man in the world, and I can’t imagine my life without you—or without this little one,” he said, glancing briefly at her belly with a soft smile. “I want to build this life with you, day by day, forever. Will you marry me?”

Tears brimmed in Zaria’s eyes as she stared at him, her heart racing.

“Yes,” she breathed, nodding as a tear slipped down her cheek. “Yes, Jack. Of course.”

He grinned, sliding the ring onto her finger before pulling her into his arms. She laughed as he kissed her, deeply and passionately, holding her as if he never wanted to let go.

When they finally broke apart, she rested her forehead against his. “You’re stuck with me now, you know.”

“Good,” he said with a grin. “Because there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Later that night, as they lay in bed, Zaria traced the ring on her finger with a soft smile. Jack’s hand rested protectively over her belly, and she couldn’t help but marvel at how much her life had changed.

For the first time in years, she wasn’t just surviving—she was living. And with Jack by her side, she knew she’d never have to face anything alone again.

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A/N: Enjoyed writing this so much!!!🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾thank y’all for all the support!!

[hybridanafrost]

Jack: If anybody tries to hurt my kids, I will slice their fingers off bit by bit, paper thin, slowly and painfully. Then, I'll work my way through the other limbs.

Lorena: I want you so bad right now, I can't stand it.