Pierre

Pierre

in which she’s with him but she wants him.

this is a draft from years ago. probably gonna be posting drafts a lot cause i just recently lost someone and can’t really bring myself to write. it’s based off the song Pierre by Ryn Weaver.

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You trailed your finger across your lover's chest as slowly as you could without waking him up. His chest rose and fell with his breaths as you traced the MMXII on his collarbone, his breathing stuttered as his eyes fluttered open. His eyes were still squinted when he turned to look at you.

“Hey, what are you doing up?” Calum usually always wakes up before you. He’d leave a sticky note to your headboard saying how much he loved you and a little smiley face but today was different. It was one of the rare days where you both had off - you weren’t shooting for your movie and he didn’t have to go into the studio with the boys.

“I thought because we had this day to ourselves we could spend it in.” A small smile lit up your face. You straddled his waist and settled on his thighs as your hands trailed down his chest. “I can make us breakfast.” Calum sighed out an ‘mhmm’ in agreement. “Then we can watch a movie.” A small nod this time. You leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Or we can start this day off right with some lazy morning sex?” You were quickly thrown onto your back as Calum trailed kisses down your neck, giggles and squeals leaving your mouth.

You shot awake from the familiar dream looking over to the other side of the bed where your boyfriend lay. His chocolate curls, pale skin, and pouty lips. You gave a quick kiss to the freckle next to his mouth and made your way to the bathroom, after wrapping the sheet around your naked body. You washed up quickly, hopping into the shower and applying light makeup. You left a sticky note on the headboard - just like he used to do... no. You shook your head as if to get the thought to go away. It’s been a year since you’ve broken up, you’re happy with the way it ended but you wish it hadn’t ended at all.

“Y/N it’s not working anymore.” Calum sighed.

“I know.” The tears were streaming down your face, you were trying not to break in front of him. You wanted to seem strong for him, afterall, he was being strong for you.

“We can’t give each other what we need.”

“I know.”

“We barely see each other. Y/N we need people who can give us emotional stability and we’re obviously not doing that for each other.”

“Don’t you think I know that Calum!” You raised your voice. “I know Calum, I know ok?”

“I love you.”

“I know.” A kiss to your forehead, timid footsteps and then the close of your door, only then did you break down. The tears came faster, the sobs drowned out the Los Angeles traffic. It hurt. You thought you had forever but maybe you were wrong. It was only supposed to be a fling, he knew you had someone waiting for you back home, he knew you were taking a break from the relationship and trying to find yourself. But you two fell hard. He was right, you two barely saw each other and when you did all you two did was have sex. The days you two went out you would be bombarded with paparazzi. It wasn't new but when you two got together it was like they multiplied in numbers. You were a new actress rising to fame and dating a very famous bassist.

When you walked onto set for the new movie you were shooting you ran into your manager. “Just the person I was looking for.” Joan said as she gently grabbed your arm. She was a woman in her mid 40’s who bragged about her children and grandchildren all day. While she could be annoying you loved her, she was the motherly figure you never had. “So there’s an event happening very soon and they have requested for you to be there.”

“They?” You questioned.

“The organizers. They want you to come take some pictures to boost it up. I think it’s a charity event but I can’t be too sure. Anyways, we’ve already called your designer and he’s on his way. He said he has some new dresses he wants you to try on but they do have to be fitted.” She pointed at you with the pen in her hands before checking something off her list. “Okay, that's it they want for the scene.” She speedily walked away before turning over her shoulder and yelling; “Bring Dylan!” You nodded at her with a thumbs up before making your way over to the director and asking what she wanted from you.

“We’re shooting the rain scene so I need you in hair in makeup.” You walked to the makeup artist and hairstylist as they sat you in the chair your mind trailed off.

Paris, he had taken you to Paris. It was a surprise, he just appeared at your house and told you to pack a bag and next thing you knew you were on a plane to Paris. The only downside; it was raining but somehow Calum still made it the time of your life. You were running in a field Calum not far behind you. When he caught up to you one arm slipped onto your lower back while the other slipped under your legs. He hoisted you up into the and you let out a scream of joy, your own arms wrapping around his neck. You threw your head back in laughter Calum leaving kisses on your chin.

“I love you.” It was muffled as he whispered it into your neck but you heard it and froze. The L word. Calum felt you go stiff and he looked into your eyes. He couldn’t decipher the emotions swimming through the Y/E/C orbs. He gently placed you back on your legs as you continued to stare at him. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, Calum knew you had trouble opening up, the lack of an emotional outlet as a child might have done that for you. “I- it just came out. I understand if you don’t feel the sa- '' Calum was cut short as your lips met with his, the rain dripping from his curls onto your face, your hair getting soaked onto your face. Your lips moved in perfect harmony against each other. Your finger trailed up his chest and threaded through his hair, his large hands splaying against your lower back and hip. Your lips broke apart with a soft ‘smack’ as you panted against each other's lips.

“I love you too.” The smile that broke across his face could brighten up the whole world. His lips met yours again and he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. That night when you got to the hotel room it wasn’t like your usual nights spent together. Instead of fierce lips and rushed hands trying to get each other naked it was soft lips and gentle hands. That night there was no sex only gentle kisses and cuddles as you fell asleep in eachother’s arms.

“All done.” Dan the stylist on set said after Rita the makeup artist finished touching up your makeup.

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The day went on well, you’d gotten an extra scene done by the time you got home Dylan was sitting at the dining table scrolling through twitter. “Hey baby.” He said as you approached him and gave him a peck to his lips.

“Hey, how was your day?” You asked as you got a glass of fruit punch from the fridge.

“Good, got to spend some time with my mom and dad saw my sister.”

“That’s good. Joan told me earlier today that there’s this charity event she wants me to go to. She didn’t give me a date but with her scattered brain I wouldn’t blame her for forgetting in the moment. Anyway, I’m sure she’ll text me later but she did say she wanted me to bring you along with me. Just wanted to check and make sure it was good for you.” You brought the cup to your lips and took a sip of the red juice.

“Yeah just let me know I’m sure I can be there.” He gave a small smile before standing from the table and walking to you. “I have to go but I just wanted to see you when you got off, ran out on me this morning.” You rolled your eyes jokingly.

“I didn’t run out on you, I had to get to work.” You grabbed his collar and pulled his lips to yours, kissing him gently. “Now go home, you look exhausted.” He chuckled and kissed you again before heading out the door. You looked at the clock reading 10 p.m you decided it was a good enough time to go to sleep. Grabbing your phone from your bag you checked the notification realizing that Joan texted you.

Joan 9:42 p.m

Meet me at the fashion studio tomorrow at one. Gotta get fitted for the event ;)

You seriously regret telling her how to use emoticons. Getting undressed down to your underwear you pulled out a random shirt pulling over your head and walked to the bathroom ready to do your normal night routine before catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. The shirt was his.

You walked out of your bedroom knuckling at your eyes and yawning only to stop at the smell of waffles and bacon. Turning to your kitchen you saw Calum standing over a pot with sizzling bacon in it next to him the waffle iron. “What are you doing here?” He turned around at the sound of your voice, taking in the sight of you.

“You gave me a key, remember?” Letting out a small ‘oh’ you walked over to him. “Is this my shirt?” He said pinching to baby blue fabric that stopped right below your hips.

“No. It’s mine.” You gave a cheeky smirk and kissed his cheek. “Food smells amazing, baby.”

“Go sit down.”

“Huh?”

“Go sit down, I'll make your plate for you.”

“Ok.” You turned from him on your way to the dining table when you felt a little tap on your buttcheek. You let out a cackle at him and he wolf whistled.

You felt the tears on your lash line trying to fall over you quickly swept them away and sniffled before pulling out your cleanser. You laid in bed that night thinking of him the good, the bad, and the downright ugly. Your last thought of him before you fell asleep was his back as he walked out your front door.

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It was now 1:30 the next day and you sat and Chris tightened the slip dress around your waist. The lavender fabric was loose around your chest, got tighter on your mid section and flowed around your mid thighs, a small slit on the left side. Dylan would be wearing a black suit with a matching lavender tie. You didn’t know who would be at this event but you knew some big names were coming. “So they want you there by 5:00 p.m. It's going until midnight, which is enough time for you to get some good pictures of you chatting around with people.” Joan explained.

“Ok do I need to stay the entire night?” You asked.

“Well it’d be best if you did it’s a charity event, Y/N, you don’t want to look bad.”

“Ok, got it, stay all night.” Chris pinched you with the needle he was using to bring in the fabric by accident and you flinched. “Dude you keep doing that I’m going to pass out from blood loss.” You joked. Chris scoffed at you and kept on with his work. By the time the dress was done you felt like you couldn’t breathe. It was so tight but it brought out your figure. “So it’s this Thursday at five and I will stay all night. Anything else I need to know?”

“Nope.” Joan replied, popping the ‘p’.

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4:30 and you were 15 minutes away from the building the charity event was taking place in. Dylan sat beside you, his hand on your thigh as you were looking out the window. The extravagant houses were more appealing than your apartment, even though you could afford them you’d rather live somewhere more homey. Pulling up outside paparazzi were already flashing pictures at everyone. Dylan gripped your hand comfortingly, leading you into the building.

“Dylan, Y/N how’s the relationship?” One paparazzo asked.

“Have things gotten better since the break?” Another questioned. Dylan continued to pull you into the opposite direction and that's when you saw him. He was standing between Ashton and Luke signing autographs and taking pictures. He smiled and waved to the camera as he walked in your direction. You kept calm but on the inside you were panicking. When your eyes locked you could see his eyes slightly widen, his eyes dropping down to your heel clad feet then slowly trailing back up to your face. You tried to pretend like nothing was happening for Dylan. Of course he knew about your fling with Calum, it was all over twitter he would have to live under a rock to not know.

But you didn’t want him to have to face the reality that you fell in love with another man. You loved Dylan you truly did but you’re not quite sure you were still in love with him. After you and Calum had broken it off you came back to Dylan, claiming you were finally ready to get back to where you were but maybe you just didn’t want to be alone. But he took you in with open arms and that night you stayed up catching up on things you missed out on in the 8 months you were apart. The group of tall aussies continued in your direction. When they approached you you could see they were trying to make it seem as normal as possible. All of them gave you a quick hug and shook Dylan's hand. Calum was the last to come up as he found a way to maneuver to the back of the line when they were on their way over.

“Uh- hi- hey.” He coughed out.

“Hey.” You gave a nervous chuckle. Gazing up at him you felt your eyes soften. His brown curls framing his face, his eyes held an emotion that you couldn’t quite read but he held your gaze. You two slowly leaned for a hug and it wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be in fact you melted into his warm embrace. At some point you had to unwind your hands from his neck so it wouldn’t be awkward. You cleared your throat as you moved back to stand next to Dylan. Calum put his hand to shake your current lover's hand. It was one firm shake then they disconnected and Calum moved back to his group.

Throughout the entire night you could feel Calum's eyes on you. You weren’t sitting that far from each other, each time you would go to look at him his eyes would dart forward. The event went well, you met a few celebrities you idolised and they were all so sweet. As you and Dylan hopped back into your car you pulled out your phone and went straight to twitter. You wanted to see what people thought of tonight but when you opened the app the first thing you saw was not what you were expecting

luke_is_a_penguin_1996

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Look at the way they look at eachother. She may be with Dylan but it’s Calum she belongs with. Calum was the love of her life, Dylan is the love for the rest of her life.

It was a picture of you and Calum. Your eyes locked on each other and you could see the emotion on both of your faces. You tried to turn away from Dylan so he wouldn’t see. You didn’t want to hurt him. But he could see the reflection off the glass of the window. It hurt but he knew he and Y/N weren’t working out anymore. He was being selfish by keeping you in the relationship so he knew what he had to do. He has to let you go. No matter how much it hurts him he knows he’s hurting you more by keeping you with him. He looked to you with a teary eyed gaze before turning back to the road.

When he walked you to the front door you walked in and immediately took off your shoes but Dylan stood in the door eyeing you. “You’re not gonna come in?” You asked after realizing he wasn’t standing with you.

“We need to talk.” He sighed.

“Oh. Ok..?” He continued to eye you from the door.

“It’s not working anymore.”

“Y/N it’s not working anymore.”

“What?” You were stunned, the word barely escaped your lips.

“You’re not happy.”

“Wh- what are you talking about Dylan of course I’m happy.” You didn’t know if you were trying to convince him or yourself.

“No you’re not and it’s ok.” He stepped forward. “I know what will make you happy and that's not me.”

“Dylan, stop it. Of course I’m happy. You make me happy so can we just go eat and go to sleep, please?” You were begging. You didn’t want to do this.

“You can’t keep lying to yourself, baby. We can’t keep doing this, we’re only hurting each other. I saw how you looked at him.”

“No-”

“I saw it Y/N, it’s how you used to look at me and, God, do I wish I was him but I’m not. You know I’m not so I’m willing to put my own happiness on the line so you can have yours. Go to him, go live out that fairytale dream you used to tell me about when you couldn’t sleep at night. Go be happy.” Tears were trekking down both of your faces as Dylan brought his hands up to hold your face. He gently swept them away with his thumbs and leant forward to place a kiss on your forehead. He backed away slowly and then he was out of the door. Your eyes darted around your apartment and then you realized it; you were completely alone. You crumpled to a heap on the floor and let the sobs wrack your body, you muffled the loud cries you wanted to let out into your hand.

It felt like an eternity but in reality it was 15 minutes you sat crying and shaking on your floor. Your eyes looked around your apartment and you crawled your way over to the boots you kept by your door. You pulled them on and grabbed your keys off of the dish your niece made you that you kept on the small coffee table by the door. You ran to your car as it started pouring outside. Rain pelting your skin. You started the car and drove to the only place your body would let you go. It wasn’t a long drive, only 20 minutes. How you two never ran into each other was baffling. When you pulled up to the driveway the clock in your car read 1:22 a.m. Almost two in the morning and you were praying to any god that he was awake. That he would answer the door.

When you reached the door your dress was stuck to your body, your hair stuck up in all directions. Your fist hit the door repeatedly and you heard him shuffling and yelling out ‘I’m coming’ before he opened the door. He froze, he took in your appearance as you did his. He changed out of the outfit he was wearing earlier. Now clad in sweatpants and a t-shirt. “Hey what’s-”

“I love you.” You blurted out.

“Huh?” He was dumbfounded.

“I love you, it’s been you since the moment we met and it will always be you. You can tell me to go and I will but I had to tell you. I love you.” You stared at each other for a moment before you felt him envelope you in a hug. Your arms hastily wrapped around him before you melted against him.

“I love you too.” He pulled back to look at you. “I love you so much.” You don’t know who leaned in first - maybe it was you - but your lips met softly. He pulled you into his house and you spent the night under the covers with hushed whispers, sweet nothings and promises that poured from both of your mouths.

You would not want it to end any other way.

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hoped you liked it ig.

i love this hoe🫶🏽

She’s still pretty

in which, y/n loves her baggy clothes and jack loves her.

fluff, just a lil angst nothing major (i’ll start dropping that shit later), SMUT, sweet smut though nothing to hardcore just some p in v, praise, protected sex. WRAP YOUR WILLY BEFORE YOU GET SILLY THE SUPREME COURT ALREADY WILDIN WE DONT NEED NO MORE GODDAMN BABIES CAUSE YOU WERE BEING DUMB with love though <3

A/N: i said i was gonna start posting so here you go. also this was written on my phone cause i can’t find my computer💀

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Y/N was never really seen as a “girly girl”. she always wore baggy clothes, it started when she was about eight, she would steal her ten year old brothers t-shirts because they were “cooler” and from then on, the obsession with baggy clothes only grew. of course growing up as a little girl and teenager in the early 2000’s, she was bullied for it but she didn’t care. Y/N felt comfortable so it didn’t matter what anyone else thought. when her first hit song “Pretty Little Birds” hit the charts and she was getting interviews with magazines and major celebrity news outlets of course they always asked why she dressed the way she dressed. her answer was always the same.

“being a woman or even just a feminine person in this day and age, you’re expected to over-sexualize yourself, it’s like, a standard.” Y/N says on an interview with Teen Vogue Magazine. “but i want to be someone who can express that you can be feminine without dressing that way or dress like an ‘average’ feminine person, you get what i’m saying? like, it’s ok to be feminine because ‘your body, your choice’ but you don’t have to be hyper-feminine. because at the end of the day you’re still feminine. ask anyone i hang out with - i love girly shit, i love makeup and cute clothes and shit like that but i don’t have to exaggerate that to be perceived as feminine.”

from then on it became a trademark for her and she loved every second of it. Y/N met Jack one fated night out with her friends, she went out with her friends at a club in Atlanta because she had just dropped another song and her friends wanted to give her a break as she was overworking herself. she threw on some cargo pants and a loose shirt before exiting her house and driving to the location her best friend Destiny sent to her. before she could get in her car she got another notification from Destiny.

D🤎 - bitch you better hurry tf up. you’re never gonna believe who’s here.

Y/N didn’t pay any mind to it because Destiny always had a tendency to exaggerate when someone even the slightest bit popular was at the same venue as her. but what she didn’t expect was for her best friend to be openly flirting with the one and only Urban Wyatt in a club at 10 o’clock at night on a Saturday.

Y/N walked over and tapped Destiny on the shoulder as to not interrupt the conversation she had going on with Urban. Destiny turned around with the widest smile on her face and dramatically gasped when she made eye contact with her best friend. she threw her arms around Y/N in a tight hug and whispered something in her ear about how hot Urban was, Y/N couldn’t really hear over the music. Y/N returned the smile and ordered a cranberry juice before turning back to the two other people across from her.

“hi.” she held her hand out to Urban and he took it giving her a firm shake. “i’m Y/N.” Urban responded with a ‘i know who you are’ but not in a rude way, more of a ‘i’m more than aware.’ Y/N obviously knew who Urban was seeing as she was a fan of Jack Harlow and before she could even finish her thought Urban was waving someone over. before she knew what was happening Jack Harlow was standing in front of her. she sized him up realizing she really underestimated how tall he actually was. “um-” Y/N thrusted out her hand awkwardly and introduced herself. Jack let out a chuckle before shaking her hand - Y/N took note of how soft and warm his hands were.

“nice to finally meet you in person.” Jack said as he picked up his water bottle and took a sip.

“huh?” it didn’t click in Y/N’s head that jack was talking about the back and forth the two had over interviews. “oh, yeah, you too.” Y/N looked over to Destiny, her eyes practically screaming for help but Destiny was too wrapped up in running her hands along Urbans chest. Jack and Y/N sparked a connection after Jack DMed Y/N on instagram and that became public knowledge while Y/N had a interview on The Breakfast Club podcast.

“so Y/N.” Charlamagne tha God started. “have any major celebrities - or anyone you would consider a major celebrity - reached out to you.” Y/N thought about the question for a moment before answering.

“i mean- anyone… damn let me think.” the group laughed before she finally got her answer together. “people like, SZA, and Doja Cat have reached out which made me really happy. um… Drake, Kendrick Lamar, even Arianna Grande.” Y/N thought again before answering, wondering if she should say her next thought but she figured ‘why not.’ “Jack Harlow, too.”

“Jack Harlow, really?” Angela Yee asked.

“yeah, that was like, a major shocker to me.” Y/N smiled at the group, reminiscing on when Jack messaged her. “it wasn’t like- he wasn’t flirting or anything if you’re thinking that.” Y/N wanted to make that clear, knowing Jack had a ‘playboy’ rep.

“and what did he say? if you don’t mind me asking.” DJ Envy said.

“hold on, lemme get my phone.” Y/N dug into the pocket of her sweats before opening up her phone and opening instagram. “he said… ‘hey, i just want to introduce myself formally and let you know that i think it’s really dope that you’re popping out the way you are and how you’re climbing up the charts so fast. wish all the best - Jack.”

“and how did you respond to that?” Charlamagne questioned.

“i said, ‘omg i never thought you would reach out to me this way, thank you for the nice words and i wish all the best for you as well.”

“that’s it?” the three asked.

“yeah, i mean, i didn’t really know what to say. and i’m like, kind of an awkward person so i did the best i could without sounding weird.” she said laughing.

that was late 2021 ever since then the two had a small banter with eachother over the internet. one would mention the other in an interview or anything similar and the other would respond. they never met in person, their schedules too full to ever link but tonight seemed like the night. to clear the awkward tension Y/N cracked a joke and Jack went along with it, from then on, the two connected.

Neelam and Mariah (Y/N’s manager) saw this as paparazzi had publicized it and the two reached out to eachother, both thought it would be great for their clients to start hanging around eachother. Jack and Y/N agreed enthusiastically as they got along quite well. first it would be small appearances, their two groups hanging out together but eventually Jack and Y/N got comfortable popping up at eachothers houses as they both lived in Atlanta. fans from both sides thought the two were dating at first but that theory was squashed when Jack and Y/N both posted they were just friends. Destiny and Urban started dating three months after they met and everything was smooth sailing.

when Jack and Y/N started doing interviews together it practically broke the internet. their fandoms joining forces and becoming one large group. their friendship was like none other, you could see they both platonically cared for eachother and their bond was strong. but there was that portion of people who didn’t think Y/N was fit to be friends with Jack because of how she dressed. at first Y/N didn’t pay any mind to it, it didn’t seem like that big of a deal… until it was. extreme Jack fans started bashing Y/N simply for breathing. Jack tried to help Y/N through it but nothing could so, she decided to suck it up and move on. things eventually died down and everything went back to normal or as normal as it possibly could before Jack started acting… weird.

it was gradual. it started with small whispers to Urban and then physical contact. Jack wouldn’t hug Y/N like he used to, it was a small thing to notice but Y/N did being the observant person she is. Y/N thought she did something wrong but out of fear of Jack ending their friendship - Y/N was developing feelings for Jack and figured it’d be better to have him as just a friend than not at all - she didn’t say anything. at some point Jack started bringing more girls around - really pretty girls. girls with pretty brown or blonde hair and legs that seemed to go on for miles. standing next to them Y/N felt… ugly. one time the group was hanging and Destiny wanted to take a picture to document the moment. Jack and the girl he had brought home for the night decided it was best for her to stand next to Y/N, to not raise suspicion. Y/N agreed and the girl sat down on the couch next to her and Y/N looked at this girl - Jackie was her name - and all Y/N could do was criticize herself.

here Jackie was, face beat to the gods, the dress she was wearing had to be the shortest one in her closest and the pretties red pumps Y/N had ever seen. she looked at herself, hair slicked back into a ponytail, her graphic tee she stole from her brother in junior year, black sweats and her absolute favorite pair of Nikes. she wanted to throw up. that night she went home and cried on the phone with Destiny.

“why can’t i be pretty like them.” tears streaking down her face and bag of chips in hand.

“no, babe you’re just as pretty, even prettier.”

“then why doesn’t Jack want me.” she sobbed.

“cause he’s a fucking dick.” Destiny sighed angrily.

“D, he’s your boyfriends best friend.”

“ok and? you should not be crying over no little fucking boy.”

“he’s not a little boy-“

“stop fucking interrupting me. and don’t stick up for his bitch ass. Y/N/N you are so fucking beautiful and i’ll be damned if my best friend is crying over some bitch boy. you are too fucking pretty for that and babes i’m sorry that he doesn’t like you, i know how it feels. but you cannot be sad in the house because of it. you can’t dwell on something that’s never happened yes it’s sad and i know this seems harsh but i really don’t want you to be sad over a guy. especially not a guy like Jack.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” Y/N asked confusedly.

“if you stayed at Urbs and Jacks as much as i did you’d see all the girls Jack brings in and out of there. it’s all the same; they sign an NDA, he fucks them then they leave. i don’t want you to be one of them, you don’t deserve that especially not after-”

“i swear to fucking God if you bring up Sean-”

“it’s the truth Y/N/N.”

“what’s the fucking truth. there’s a fucking difference between wanting someone who doesn’t like you back and having some cheat on you.”

“is there really-” Destiny didn’t mean to start an argument but Sean was a sensitive topic for Y/N.

“yes! stop fucking doing that bro! not all of us can be ms. perfect like you and pull any fucking guy we want. sometimes you have to work for that shit! not every guy i meet is going to be like Sean.”

“i’m not saying they are Y/N/N-”

“then what the fuck are you saying? i get that you’re trying to look out for me but stop fucking hovering over me like i’m some goddamn child.”

“i’m sorr-” before Destiny could finish her sentence Y/N hung up the phone. Destiny sighed pulling up to Jack and Urbans shared apartment. she got a notification and checked her phone.

Y/N/N🤎 - i’m sorry. ik you care but sometimes you just have to let me do me

after that, no one heard from Y/N for three days. she decided to some… “redecorating.” she found all her clothes that she never really wore and tried them on. all tight dresses, short-shorts, and tight shirts. the next time she showed up for a get-together at the boy’s house Jack damn near didn’t recognize her. her tight black strapless dress that held her boobs perfectly and ended right under her ass and her UGG slides with her perfectly manicured toes and nails. Jack hustled over to Urban and dragged him into the hallway by his arm.

“dude, what the fuck.” Urban questioned.

“i’m bricked up.” Jack answered, exasperatedly.

“why did i need to know that.”

“because of the person who did it.”

“if you say Destiny, i will beat your ass.”

“fuck no, love her but she’s not my type.” Jack sighed.

“then who?”

“Y/N.” Jack mumbled.

“who?” Urban couldn’t hear him.

“Y/N.” Jack answered. Urban snorted.

“you’re kidding, right?” Urban couldn’t believe his ears.

“why would i be?”

“‘cause Y/N/N’s like a little brother.”

“she’s still pretty. she’s always been pretty.” Jack stared at Y/N from the hall but something was off. her smile wasn’t as wide and she seemed hostile. “i’m gonna go check on her.” if Urban responded Jack couldn’t hear as he was already taking long strides over to her. when he finally reached her his arm wrapped her waist and he landed a soft kiss on her cheek. Y/N immediately knew it was him as this was a habit they’ve grown into.

“hey.” she smiled at him.

“hey, what’s with all the get-up?” he gestured to her, trying hard to not stare directly at her boobs.

“do you not… like it?” her voice raised a pitch in embarrassment, she went out her way only for him to not like it.

“no, it’s not that you look good, great actually. i just, you’re not my usual girl. what happened to the sweats?” he loved this outfit, if the tent in his pants didn’t say anything but he also loved her in her usual attire.

“just wanted to change things up i guess.” she chuckled awkwardly.

“so where’d this come from? you did some shopping without me.” he tried to joke but Y/N got defensive.

“you do know sometimes i like to dress up right, i don’t just walk around looking like some teenage boy all the time.”

“teenage boy… what are you talking about Y/N/N?”

“forget it jack.” she grabbed her keys and hustled to the door.

“ma, wait.” before she could exit the house Jack grabbed her. and there it was, that damned nickname. he always called her Y/N/N but any girl he was remotely interested in he would charm them with that name.

“is that what it takes Jack?” she asked, tears welling up in her eyes.

“ma, what are you talking about.” Jack was confused, with half of his blood rushing to his dick he couldn’t think straight.

“i have to be… pretty for you to give me the slightest amount of your time.” she snatched her arm away from him. “i have to play dress up for you to pay attention to me.”

“ma, no-”

“don’t fucking call me that!” she snapped. Jack saw the tears streaking down her face and tried to pull her into a hug, like he had done so many times before. “don’t touch me!” she pushed him away. “i’ve been pining after you for months and i have to dress up for you to actually want anything to do with me!?”

“ma-” the glare Y/N sent Jacks way could have set him ablaze. “Y/N, where’s this coming from.”

“don’t be fucking stupid, Jack.” she scoffed. “everyone fucking knows i like you but you don’t even look in my direction.” they were in the hall of the apartment building now. “i’m going home.”

“let me at least drive you.” Jack tried to bargain but everyone knew how stubborn Y/N was.

“no. tell D i said goodnight.” he watched as she walked down the stairs and left. when Jack walked back into the apartment Destiny and Urban had sorrowful looks on their face. Jack trudged into his room and collapsed on his bed. the music started to die down until it stopped completely then Jack heard a knock on his door.

“yeah?” Urban opened the door and sat beside Jack on his bed.

“so, what happened?” Urb asked.

“she thinks she has to dress up for me to give her attention.”

“is that not the case?”

“fuck no. i like her the way she is and yeah the dressing up is a bonus but it’s not necessary.” they say in silence for a minute before Jack added on. “she said she’s been pining after me for months.”

“no shit.” Urb scoffed, like it was obvious.

“what?”

“she had the fattest crush on you, bro.”

“you said she was like a little brother.” Jacks brows were furrowed.

“yeah cause you treated her that way.”

“how did i treat her that way!?” Jack was getting annoyed now. not once did he ever treat her like a little brother.

“bringing all these girls around and bragging about how good you fucked them.” Urb ticked off his fingers. “telling everyone how you liked girls the exact opposite of her.”

“that’s a pick-up line!” Jack retorted.

“telling her you see as her as a little sister.” Destiny chimed in, now standing in the doorway.

“it’s a pick-up line.”

“hell of a pick-up line.” Destiny said as she came over and started playing in Urbans hair.

“what the fuck am i supposed to do now?” Jack asked looking towards Destiny.

“you could go find her and apologize.” the couple agreed.

“do you think an apology is enough?”

“Y/N’s a simple girl. if you can admit your wrongs and truly apologize to her she’ll probably forgive you.” Destiny said, she knew you like the back of your hand.

“probably?” Jack questioned.

“with the way you treated her… it might not be that easy.” Urban added.

“why?”

“that girl was in love with you.” Destiny said, a small smile on her face as she made eye contact with Urban. “she would fall at your feet if you asked. and when she loves, she loves hard. it’s why i worry for her but she’s a big girl. she can handle herself.” before Destiny could even start her next sentence Jack was up and grabbing his keys off his nightstand.

“where are you going?” Urb asked.

“to apologize.” Jack rushed to Y/N’s apartment. she only lived 30 minutes away but he made it in 17 (maybe running some lights in order to get there). he took to steps at a time as made his way upstairs to her apartment floor. knocking on her door, he heard some shuffling before the click of the lock. she opened her door and even with her eyes red (a sure sign she’d been crying) she was still one of the - if not the - most beautiful girls he’s ever seen. “i’m sorry.” he rushed out.

“if you’re just saying sorry to say it, i don’t wanna hear it Jack. so you can just leave.” Jack pushed himself into the apartment before she could slam the door in his face.

“no, ma.” he stood in front of her now. “i’m sorry if i ever made you feel like you’re not the prettiest girl in the room because you are. i’ve never felt this way for anyone. you make me smile by just existing.”

“then why do you bring-”

“i bring all those girls around because i can’t have the one i want.” he finished her question. “i’ve never wanted anyone the way i want you. if you’re still mad at me i completely understand but just think about it.” he was headed to the door before a grip on his arm stopped him.

“i’m not mad, Jack. i never was. i was embarrassed.” they stared at eachother before Jack made the first move. all thoughts left his brain completely as his lips met Y/N’s. hers were so soft compared to his. her hands instinctively gripped his hair in the back, a small moan escaping his lips. his hands - that were previously on her waist - tapped the underside of her leg, signaling her to jump. her legs wrapped around his waist and he helped himself to her room, muscle memory helping him along the way. Jack laid her on the bed gently, trailing kisses from her lips to her neck. sucking a hickey onto the underside of her chin.

“so fuckin’ pretty, ma. prettiest girl ever.” he moaned against her neck. he continued trailing kisses down her body, lifting her - his - shirt above her boobs and immediately taking a nipple into his mouth. Y/N whimpered at the stimulation as Jacks hand played with her other nipple. he sucked on one and played with the other until they were hard peaks and Y/N was panting from arousal. he continued kissing down her body until he reached her belly button. he rested his head against her stomach.

“wait.” he broke away, panting. taking her in, her swollen lips, and warm cheeks. “i don’t- i don’t want you to think this is what i came here for. i just wanted to talk, we don’t have to do anything. but if you let me, i will show you just how pretty i think you are. only if you want, ma.”

“i want to. i want you, please.” the way Jack looked at her was like she hung the moon and the stars.

“ok, ok.” he nodded his head against her stomach before kissing her bellybutton and kissing his way between her thighs. he left bite marks and hickeys all over the flesh of her sensitive inner thighs. his beard tickled her as he played with the band of her underwear. he snapped it against her softly, silently asking if he could take them off. Y/N reached down and lifted her hips as she took the garment off herself. she tossed her underwear to the side as she laid back down. Jack stared, her pretty pussy glistening with arousal.

“stop staring, Jack.” Y/N began to grow self conscious as she closed her legs. Jacks hands quickly slipped between her thighs.

“no, don’t do that.” Jack placed a kiss on the hood of her clit that was peeking through. “just so pretty, ma.” Y/N shuddered, not expecting Jack to be so hyper-focused on her pussy. a borderline pornographic moan escaped her lips as Jack wrapped his around her clit and sucked roughly. “taste good too.” he presses feather light kisses against her clit making his way down. he licked up the arousal from her entrance before dipping his tongue in, his thumb running figure eights over her clit. he toyed with her for a bit, light kisses and touches, dipping his tongue in and out before pulling away completely and watching her chest rise and fall heavily.

“please, Jack, no teasing. please.” she had practically sobbed.

“you gotta be patient, pretty girl.” the new nickname made her whine. just as another beg was about to escape her lips, Jacks index finger circled her entrance, slipping in easily. he walls clenched around his finger when he sucked on her clit. she was already on the edge from his teasing and as he slipped in his middle finger, she came around them with a cry. Jack continued his assault on her clit, sucking harder and pressing his fingers up to find that spot. he knew he found it when Y/N let out a strangled moan, her fingers found their way into his infamous curl brown hair and gripped onto the perfect tresses.

“Jack, Jack.” she mumbled over and over again, the name seeming to be the only thing on her mind. Jack looked up from his position between her thighs and the sight above him made him moan, his eyes damn near rolling to the back of his head. Y/N’s head was thrown back, her chest shaking with her sporadic breaths. her grip on his hair got tighter as she approached another climax, her eyes squeezed shut as she tipped over the peak. her legs shook as Jack continued to suck her through he orgasm. “too much.” she muttered.

“no, no. you can give me one more, right, pretty girl.” he convinced her as the tip of his tongue drew tight circles over her clit.

“one more, one more.” she uttered, her eyes blown wide with lust. Jack slipped his fingers out of her and grabbed her wrist - her grip on his hair getting a bit too tight - and pinned them against her sides. “Jack, s’too much.” she slurred but Jack didn’t let up, he sucked harder on her clit and Y/N’s fists gripped the sheets below her. Y/N’s thighs quivered before snapping shut around his head. a scream escaped her lips as she was sent over the edge again. her entire body shook as Jack brought her to her third orgasm. one of her fists got away from his grasp on her and she begin to push his head back, her entire body way too sensitive to experience another orgasm so quickly. Jack finally let up, sitting back with Y/N’s juices shining on his chin.

“you did so good for me, ma.” he slid himself between her legs before kissing her. Y/N could taste herself on Jacks lips and the thought of how Jack was eating her out like a man starved made her moan. her hands slid down to his belt before she felt one of his much larger hands cup hers. “you don’t have to. i just wanted to make you feel good.” he reassured her.

“i know.” she nodded. “but i want to make you feel good too.” she looked up at him through her lashes and her eyes were sparking. the post-orgasmic glow making an appearance. Jack removed his hand from hers as she unbuckled his belt. she dropped the belt off the side of the bed as she pushed jacks pants and boxers off in one fell swoop. she rolled over and sat on top of him before reaching into her nightstand to grab a condom. she slid the condom onto jacks erect cock before gripping his shoulders and hovering over him. she lowered herself down slowly, Jacks cock stretching her open. “oh God.” her head fell against his shoulder as she adjusted to the size of his cock within her. “you’re so big.” the admittance had Jacks cocks twitching.

“don’t say things like that, ma.” Jack said breathily. “gonna have me blow my load before we even start.” Y/N clenched around him tightly and he threw his head back as he moaned. “so fuckin’ tight, pretty girl. didn’t think i’d fit.”

“i could do it.” she said stubbornly.

“i can see that.” Jack nodded. “i can feel that.” he groaned as he bucked his hips. Y/N started rocking slowly before she gradually got faster, riding Jacks cock hard and fast. “there you go, baby, good girl.” Y/N moaned at the praise. “so fuckin’ good for me, ma. ridin’ me so good, pussy all tight.” his Kentucky accent thick as he spoke. “feel you clenching around me, you gonna cum?”

“want- want you to cum with me. please, Jack, need it so bad.” she sat up to look into his eyes. his cerulean blues almost gone, just a thin line around his black irises. “please.” she tightened herself around him purposely that time and Jack let out a strangled grunt.

“i gotchu, pretty girl, you can let go for me.” the order plus the sound of his strong accent sent her spiraling over the edge. her head fell back as she came, the spasming of her pussy threw Jack over the peak unexpectedly. he released into the condom with a grunt, thick white ropes of cum filling the bubble at the end of the condom, his grip so tight on her hips bruises were sure to form in the shape of his hand later. she fell against his shoulder, panting as they came down from their highs. Jack rubbed circles on Y/N’s back until her breathing calmed down, when he looked at her she was half asleep he rocked her gently until she awoke and told her to go pee (PEE AFTER SEX GUYS!!!!). as she was sitting on the toilet staring into space, Jack came in and ran a bath.

“so… what does this mean?” Y/N asked gently as she sat in the warm water of the tub.

“well, if you’d let me, i’d like to be yours.” Jack said back, just as soft.

“really?” a small smiled played on Y/N’s lips.

“really.” Jack stated firmly. he rubbed soap into her shoulders.

“i’d like for you to be mines.”

“really?” Jack repeated her earlier words.

“really.” Y/N reiterated. “but i don’t have to dress up right?”

“never. you’ll still be my pretty girl.” a blush spread across Y/N’s cheeks. she craned her neck slightly to look at Jack as he met her halfway, their lips locking into a gentle kiss. the kiss quickly turned to more as Y/N’s wet hands slid into Jacks hair. Jacks hand slipped between her thighs and met her clit. the contact sent a jolt through Y/N, Jacks fingers rubbed over her clit until Y/N reached her fifth climax the night. her body was completely spent as she slumped against Jack. she reached behind her for Jacks cock but he stopped her midway. “no, ma. it’s ok.”

“but i want to.” she replied, sleepily.

“you’re tired.” Jack stated matter of factly. “we can do whatever you want, later. ok?”

“mhmm.” she sighed softly. Jack helped Y/N out of the tub and carried her to her room. he put a oversized shirt on her before laying her in the bed, he had changed her sheets, she noted. “i have some of your clothes.”

“oh, really?” Jack had a smirk on his face.

“in the top drawer.” she pointed. Jack opened her dresser to see a bunch of shirts and sweats he had given her over time.

“i wonder how other guys felt seeing this.” he joked.

“never been other guys. always you.” she said halfheartedly before finally falling asleep. Jack stared at her, his cheeks bright red. he dressed himself before slipping into the bed next to her, pulling her into his side and cuddling into her as she drifted off.

the next morning Y/N awoke to Jack lying beside her. he was still sleep and she took him in. the constellations of freckles on his face. how his beard was more of a ginger color in the center rather than chocolate brown like his curls. she brushed his hair out of his eyes before planting a kiss onto his lips. she got up and washed before heading into the kitchen. when Y/N came back with a bowl of cereal in hand, Jack was sitting up scrolling on his phone.

“hey.” she muttered lightly.

“hi, ma.” he smiled at her. she sat beside him in bed eating her cereal as he wrapped an arm around her waist and laid his head in the crook of her neck.

“any plans today?” she asked, wishing and praying he’d say no.

“no.” a small smile made its way onto her face. “was hoping i could spend it with you.” a grin broke out on her face at that.

“i’d like that.” she smiled at him.

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over the next few weeks the two were inseparable. the relationship was outed to Urb and Destiny when they walked in on Y/N and Jack making out in the kitchen. Y/N was pressed against the counter as Jack held her there, damn near humping her. Urban cleared his throat and the two broke apart like two teenagers caught by their parents. Destiny looked at Y/N worriedly before Y/N mouthed ‘i’m ok’. meanwhile Urban was dabbing Jack up like they’d just won the lottery.

“you finally got the girl.” Urban said, happy for Jack.

“yeah, i did.” the pride seeping through Jacks words. he watched as you talked to Destiny and when your eyes met his, you smiled before turning your full attention to your best friend. “i finally got her.”

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i hope this was good!!! if it wasn’t don’t say anything just shhh… antyways. it was t supposed to be like this but i kinda like it so.

heyy… SOMEBODY PLEASE GIVE ME SOME INSPO FOR A FIC PLEASEE i have some ideas but ion really know if imma write them. remember i write for damn near anyone!! (and i’ve also been extremely horny for oscar isaac recently so like if you have any ideas for him or his characters🤭🤭)

She’s still pretty

in which, y/n loves her baggy clothes and jack loves her.

fluff, just a lil angst nothing major (i’ll start dropping that shit later), SMUT, sweet smut though nothing to hardcore just some p in v, praise, protected sex. WRAP YOUR WILLY BEFORE YOU GET SILLY THE SUPREME COURT ALREADY WILDIN WE DONT NEED NO MORE GODDAMN BABIES CAUSE YOU WERE BEING DUMB with love though <3

A/N: i said i was gonna start posting so here you go. also this was written on my phone cause i can’t find my computer💀

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Y/N was never really seen as a “girly girl”. she always wore baggy clothes, it started when she was about eight, she would steal her ten year old brothers t-shirts because they were “cooler” and from then on, the obsession with baggy clothes only grew. of course growing up as a little girl and teenager in the early 2000’s, she was bullied for it but she didn’t care. Y/N felt comfortable so it didn’t matter what anyone else thought. when her first hit song “Pretty Little Birds” hit the charts and she was getting interviews with magazines and major celebrity news outlets of course they always asked why she dressed the way she dressed. her answer was always the same.

“being a woman or even just a feminine person in this day and age, you’re expected to over-sexualize yourself, it’s like, a standard.” Y/N says on an interview with Teen Vogue Magazine. “but i want to be someone who can express that you can be feminine without dressing that way or dress like an ‘average’ feminine person, you get what i’m saying? like, it’s ok to be feminine because ‘your body, your choice’ but you don’t have to be hyper-feminine. because at the end of the day you’re still feminine. ask anyone i hang out with - i love girly shit, i love makeup and cute clothes and shit like that but i don’t have to exaggerate that to be perceived as feminine.”

from then on it became a trademark for her and she loved every second of it. Y/N met Jack one fated night out with her friends, she went out with her friends at a club in Atlanta because she had just dropped another song and her friends wanted to give her a break as she was overworking herself. she threw on some cargo pants and a loose shirt before exiting her house and driving to the location her best friend Destiny sent to her. before she could get in her car she got another notification from Destiny.

D🤎 - bitch you better hurry tf up. you’re never gonna believe who’s here.

Y/N didn’t pay any mind to it because Destiny always had a tendency to exaggerate when someone even the slightest bit popular was at the same venue as her. but what she didn’t expect was for her best friend to be openly flirting with the one and only Urban Wyatt in a club at 10 o’clock at night on a Saturday.

Y/N walked over and tapped Destiny on the shoulder as to not interrupt the conversation she had going on with Urban. Destiny turned around with the widest smile on her face and dramatically gasped when she made eye contact with her best friend. she threw her arms around Y/N in a tight hug and whispered something in her ear about how hot Urban was, Y/N couldn’t really hear over the music. Y/N returned the smile and ordered a cranberry juice before turning back to the two other people across from her.

“hi.” she held her hand out to Urban and he took it giving her a firm shake. “i’m Y/N.” Urban responded with a ‘i know who you are’ but not in a rude way, more of a ‘i’m more than aware.’ Y/N obviously knew who Urban was seeing as she was a fan of Jack Harlow and before she could even finish her thought Urban was waving someone over. before she knew what was happening Jack Harlow was standing in front of her. she sized him up realizing she really underestimated how tall he actually was. “um-” Y/N thrusted out her hand awkwardly and introduced herself. Jack let out a chuckle before shaking her hand - Y/N took note of how soft and warm his hands were.

“nice to finally meet you in person.” Jack said as he picked up his water bottle and took a sip.

“huh?” it didn’t click in Y/N’s head that jack was talking about the back and forth the two had over interviews. “oh, yeah, you too.” Y/N looked over to Destiny, her eyes practically screaming for help but Destiny was too wrapped up in running her hands along Urbans chest. Jack and Y/N sparked a connection after Jack DMed Y/N on instagram and that became public knowledge while Y/N had a interview on The Breakfast Club podcast.

“so Y/N.” Charlamagne tha God started. “have any major celebrities - or anyone you would consider a major celebrity - reached out to you.” Y/N thought about the question for a moment before answering.

“i mean- anyone… damn let me think.” the group laughed before she finally got her answer together. “people like, SZA, and Doja Cat have reached out which made me really happy. um… Drake, Kendrick Lamar, even Arianna Grande.” Y/N thought again before answering, wondering if she should say her next thought but she figured ‘why not.’ “Jack Harlow, too.”

“Jack Harlow, really?” Angela Yee asked.

“yeah, that was like, a major shocker to me.” Y/N smiled at the group, reminiscing on when Jack messaged her. “it wasn’t like- he wasn’t flirting or anything if you’re thinking that.” Y/N wanted to make that clear, knowing Jack had a ‘playboy’ rep.

“and what did he say? if you don’t mind me asking.” DJ Envy said.

“hold on, lemme get my phone.” Y/N dug into the pocket of her sweats before opening up her phone and opening instagram. “he said… ‘hey, i just want to introduce myself formally and let you know that i think it’s really dope that you’re popping out the way you are and how you’re climbing up the charts so fast. wish all the best - Jack.”

“and how did you respond to that?” Charlamagne questioned.

“i said, ‘omg i never thought you would reach out to me this way, thank you for the nice words and i wish all the best for you as well.”

“that’s it?” the three asked.

“yeah, i mean, i didn’t really know what to say. and i’m like, kind of an awkward person so i did the best i could without sounding weird.” she said laughing.

that was late 2021 ever since then the two had a small banter with eachother over the internet. one would mention the other in an interview or anything similar and the other would respond. they never met in person, their schedules too full to ever link but tonight seemed like the night. to clear the awkward tension Y/N cracked a joke and Jack went along with it, from then on, the two connected.

Neelam and Mariah (Y/N’s manager) saw this as paparazzi had publicized it and the two reached out to eachother, both thought it would be great for their clients to start hanging around eachother. Jack and Y/N agreed enthusiastically as they got along quite well. first it would be small appearances, their two groups hanging out together but eventually Jack and Y/N got comfortable popping up at eachothers houses as they both lived in Atlanta. fans from both sides thought the two were dating at first but that theory was squashed when Jack and Y/N both posted they were just friends. Destiny and Urban started dating three months after they met and everything was smooth sailing.

when Jack and Y/N started doing interviews together it practically broke the internet. their fandoms joining forces and becoming one large group. their friendship was like none other, you could see they both platonically cared for eachother and their bond was strong. but there was that portion of people who didn’t think Y/N was fit to be friends with Jack because of how she dressed. at first Y/N didn’t pay any mind to it, it didn’t seem like that big of a deal… until it was. extreme Jack fans started bashing Y/N simply for breathing. Jack tried to help Y/N through it but nothing could so, she decided to suck it up and move on. things eventually died down and everything went back to normal or as normal as it possibly could before Jack started acting… weird.

it was gradual. it started with small whispers to Urban and then physical contact. Jack wouldn’t hug Y/N like he used to, it was a small thing to notice but Y/N did being the observant person she is. Y/N thought she did something wrong but out of fear of Jack ending their friendship - Y/N was developing feelings for Jack and figured it’d be better to have him as just a friend than not at all - she didn’t say anything. at some point Jack started bringing more girls around - really pretty girls. girls with pretty brown or blonde hair and legs that seemed to go on for miles. standing next to them Y/N felt… ugly. one time the group was hanging and Destiny wanted to take a picture to document the moment. Jack and the girl he had brought home for the night decided it was best for her to stand next to Y/N, to not raise suspicion. Y/N agreed and the girl sat down on the couch next to her and Y/N looked at this girl - Jackie was her name - and all Y/N could do was criticize herself.

here Jackie was, face beat to the gods, the dress she was wearing had to be the shortest one in her closest and the pretties red pumps Y/N had ever seen. she looked at herself, hair slicked back into a ponytail, her graphic tee she stole from her brother in junior year, black sweats and her absolute favorite pair of Nikes. she wanted to throw up. that night she went home and cried on the phone with Destiny.

“why can’t i be pretty like them.” tears streaking down her face and bag of chips in hand.

“no, babe you’re just as pretty, even prettier.”

“then why doesn’t Jack want me.” she sobbed.

“cause he’s a fucking dick.” Destiny sighed angrily.

“D, he’s your boyfriends best friend.”

“ok and? you should not be crying over no little fucking boy.”

“he’s not a little boy-“

“stop fucking interrupting me. and don’t stick up for his bitch ass. Y/N/N you are so fucking beautiful and i’ll be damned if my best friend is crying over some bitch boy. you are too fucking pretty for that and babes i’m sorry that he doesn’t like you, i know how it feels. but you cannot be sad in the house because of it. you can’t dwell on something that’s never happened yes it’s sad and i know this seems harsh but i really don’t want you to be sad over a guy. especially not a guy like Jack.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” Y/N asked confusedly.

“if you stayed at Urbs and Jacks as much as i did you’d see all the girls Jack brings in and out of there. it’s all the same; they sign an NDA, he fucks them then they leave. i don’t want you to be one of them, you don’t deserve that especially not after-”

“i swear to fucking God if you bring up Sean-”

“it’s the truth Y/N/N.”

“what’s the fucking truth. there’s a fucking difference between wanting someone who doesn’t like you back and having some cheat on you.”

“is there really-” Destiny didn’t mean to start an argument but Sean was a sensitive topic for Y/N.

“yes! stop fucking doing that bro! not all of us can be ms. perfect like you and pull any fucking guy we want. sometimes you have to work for that shit! not every guy i meet is going to be like Sean.”

“i’m not saying they are Y/N/N-”

“then what the fuck are you saying? i get that you’re trying to look out for me but stop fucking hovering over me like i’m some goddamn child.”

“i’m sorr-” before Destiny could finish her sentence Y/N hung up the phone. Destiny sighed pulling up to Jack and Urbans shared apartment. she got a notification and checked her phone.

Y/N/N🤎 - i’m sorry. ik you care but sometimes you just have to let me do me

after that, no one heard from Y/N for three days. she decided to some… “redecorating.” she found all her clothes that she never really wore and tried them on. all tight dresses, short-shorts, and tight shirts. the next time she showed up for a get-together at the boy’s house Jack damn near didn’t recognize her. her tight black strapless dress that held her boobs perfectly and ended right under her ass and her UGG slides with her perfectly manicured toes and nails. Jack hustled over to Urban and dragged him into the hallway by his arm.

“dude, what the fuck.” Urban questioned.

“i’m bricked up.” Jack answered, exasperatedly.

“why did i need to know that.”

“because of the person who did it.”

“if you say Destiny, i will beat your ass.”

“fuck no, love her but she’s not my type.” Jack sighed.

“then who?”

“Y/N.” Jack mumbled.

“who?” Urban couldn’t hear him.

“Y/N.” Jack answered. Urban snorted.

“you’re kidding, right?” Urban couldn’t believe his ears.

“why would i be?”

“‘cause Y/N/N’s like a little brother.”

“she’s still pretty. she’s always been pretty.” Jack stared at Y/N from the hall but something was off. her smile wasn’t as wide and she seemed hostile. “i’m gonna go check on her.” if Urban responded Jack couldn’t hear as he was already taking long strides over to her. when he finally reached her his arm wrapped her waist and he landed a soft kiss on her cheek. Y/N immediately knew it was him as this was a habit they’ve grown into.

“hey.” she smiled at him.

“hey, what’s with all the get-up?” he gestured to her, trying hard to not stare directly at her boobs.

“do you not… like it?” her voice raised a pitch in embarrassment, she went out her way only for him to not like it.

“no, it’s not that you look good, great actually. i just, you’re not my usual girl. what happened to the sweats?” he loved this outfit, if the tent in his pants didn’t say anything but he also loved her in her usual attire.

“just wanted to change things up i guess.” she chuckled awkwardly.

“so where’d this come from? you did some shopping without me.” he tried to joke but Y/N got defensive.

“you do know sometimes i like to dress up right, i don’t just walk around looking like some teenage boy all the time.”

“teenage boy… what are you talking about Y/N/N?”

“forget it jack.” she grabbed her keys and hustled to the door.

“ma, wait.” before she could exit the house Jack grabbed her. and there it was, that damned nickname. he always called her Y/N/N but any girl he was remotely interested in he would charm them with that name.

“is that what it takes Jack?” she asked, tears welling up in her eyes.

“ma, what are you talking about.” Jack was confused, with half of his blood rushing to his dick he couldn’t think straight.

“i have to be… pretty for you to give me the slightest amount of your time.” she snatched her arm away from him. “i have to play dress up for you to pay attention to me.”

“ma, no-”

“don’t fucking call me that!” she snapped. Jack saw the tears streaking down her face and tried to pull her into a hug, like he had done so many times before. “don’t touch me!” she pushed him away. “i’ve been pining after you for months and i have to dress up for you to actually want anything to do with me!?”

“ma-” the glare Y/N sent Jacks way could have set him ablaze. “Y/N, where’s this coming from.”

“don’t be fucking stupid, Jack.” she scoffed. “everyone fucking knows i like you but you don’t even look in my direction.” they were in the hall of the apartment building now. “i’m going home.”

“let me at least drive you.” Jack tried to bargain but everyone knew how stubborn Y/N was.

“no. tell D i said goodnight.” he watched as she walked down the stairs and left. when Jack walked back into the apartment Destiny and Urban had sorrowful looks on their face. Jack trudged into his room and collapsed on his bed. the music started to die down until it stopped completely then Jack heard a knock on his door.

“yeah?” Urban opened the door and sat beside Jack on his bed.

“so, what happened?” Urb asked.

“she thinks she has to dress up for me to give her attention.”

“is that not the case?”

“fuck no. i like her the way she is and yeah the dressing up is a bonus but it’s not necessary.” they say in silence for a minute before Jack added on. “she said she’s been pining after me for months.”

“no shit.” Urb scoffed, like it was obvious.

“what?”

“she had the fattest crush on you, bro.”

“you said she was like a little brother.” Jacks brows were furrowed.

“yeah cause you treated her that way.”

“how did i treat her that way!?” Jack was getting annoyed now. not once did he ever treat her like a little brother.

“bringing all these girls around and bragging about how good you fucked them.” Urb ticked off his fingers. “telling everyone how you liked girls the exact opposite of her.”

“that’s a pick-up line!” Jack retorted.

“telling her you see as her as a little sister.” Destiny chimed in, now standing in the doorway.

“it’s a pick-up line.”

“hell of a pick-up line.” Destiny said as she came over and started playing in Urbans hair.

“what the fuck am i supposed to do now?” Jack asked looking towards Destiny.

“you could go find her and apologize.” the couple agreed.

“do you think an apology is enough?”

“Y/N’s a simple girl. if you can admit your wrongs and truly apologize to her she’ll probably forgive you.” Destiny said, she knew you like the back of your hand.

“probably?” Jack questioned.

“with the way you treated her… it might not be that easy.” Urban added.

“why?”

“that girl was in love with you.” Destiny said, a small smile on her face as she made eye contact with Urban. “she would fall at your feet if you asked. and when she loves, she loves hard. it’s why i worry for her but she’s a big girl. she can handle herself.” before Destiny could even start her next sentence Jack was up and grabbing his keys off his nightstand.

“where are you going?” Urb asked.

“to apologize.” Jack rushed to Y/N’s apartment. she only lived 30 minutes away but he made it in 17 (maybe running some lights in order to get there). he took to steps at a time as made his way upstairs to her apartment floor. knocking on her door, he heard some shuffling before the click of the lock. she opened her door and even with her eyes red (a sure sign she’d been crying) she was still one of the - if not the - most beautiful girls he’s ever seen. “i’m sorry.” he rushed out.

“if you’re just saying sorry to say it, i don’t wanna hear it Jack. so you can just leave.” Jack pushed himself into the apartment before she could slam the door in his face.

“no, ma.” he stood in front of her now. “i’m sorry if i ever made you feel like you’re not the prettiest girl in the room because you are. i’ve never felt this way for anyone. you make me smile by just existing.”

“then why do you bring-”

“i bring all those girls around because i can’t have the one i want.” he finished her question. “i’ve never wanted anyone the way i want you. if you’re still mad at me i completely understand but just think about it.” he was headed to the door before a grip on his arm stopped him.

“i’m not mad, Jack. i never was. i was embarrassed.” they stared at eachother before Jack made the first move. all thoughts left his brain completely as his lips met Y/N’s. hers were so soft compared to his. her hands instinctively gripped his hair in the back, a small moan escaping his lips. his hands - that were previously on her waist - tapped the underside of her leg, signaling her to jump. her legs wrapped around his waist and he helped himself to her room, muscle memory helping him along the way. Jack laid her on the bed gently, trailing kisses from her lips to her neck. sucking a hickey onto the underside of her chin.

“so fuckin’ pretty, ma. prettiest girl ever.” he moaned against her neck. he continued trailing kisses down her body, lifting her - his - shirt above her boobs and immediately taking a nipple into his mouth. Y/N whimpered at the stimulation as Jacks hand played with her other nipple. he sucked on one and played with the other until they were hard peaks and Y/N was panting from arousal. he continued kissing down her body until he reached her belly button. he rested his head against her stomach.

“wait.” he broke away, panting. taking her in, her swollen lips, and warm cheeks. “i don’t- i don’t want you to think this is what i came here for. i just wanted to talk, we don’t have to do anything. but if you let me, i will show you just how pretty i think you are. only if you want, ma.”

“i want to. i want you, please.” the way Jack looked at her was like she hung the moon and the stars.

“ok, ok.” he nodded his head against her stomach before kissing her bellybutton and kissing his way between her thighs. he left bite marks and hickeys all over the flesh of her sensitive inner thighs. his beard tickled her as he played with the band of her underwear. he snapped it against her softly, silently asking if he could take them off. Y/N reached down and lifted her hips as she took the garment off herself. she tossed her underwear to the side as she laid back down. Jack stared, her pretty pussy glistening with arousal.

“stop staring, Jack.” Y/N began to grow self conscious as she closed her legs. Jacks hands quickly slipped between her thighs.

“no, don’t do that.” Jack placed a kiss on the hood of her clit that was peeking through. “just so pretty, ma.” Y/N shuddered, not expecting Jack to be so hyper-focused on her pussy. a borderline pornographic moan escaped her lips as Jack wrapped his around her clit and sucked roughly. “taste good too.” he presses feather light kisses against her clit making his way down. he licked up the arousal from her entrance before dipping his tongue in, his thumb running figure eights over her clit. he toyed with her for a bit, light kisses and touches, dipping his tongue in and out before pulling away completely and watching her chest rise and fall heavily.

“please, Jack, no teasing. please.” she had practically sobbed.

“you gotta be patient, pretty girl.” the new nickname made her whine. just as another beg was about to escape her lips, Jacks index finger circled her entrance, slipping in easily. he walls clenched around his finger when he sucked on her clit. she was already on the edge from his teasing and as he slipped in his middle finger, she came around them with a cry. Jack continued his assault on her clit, sucking harder and pressing his fingers up to find that spot. he knew he found it when Y/N let out a strangled moan, her fingers found their way into his infamous curly brown hair and gripped onto the perfect tresses.

“Jack, Jack.” she mumbled over and over again, the name seeming to be the only thing on her mind. Jack looked up from his position between her thighs and the sight above him made him moan, his eyes damn near rolling to the back of his head. Y/N’s head was thrown back, her chest shaking with her sporadic breaths. her grip on his hair got tighter as she approached another climax, her eyes squeezed shut as she tipped over the peak. her legs shook as Jack continued to suck her through her orgasm. “too much.” she muttered.

“no, no. you can give me one more, right, pretty girl.” he convinced her as the tip of his tongue drew tight circles over her clit.

“one more, one more.” she uttered, her eyes blown wide with lust. Jack slipped his fingers out of her and grabbed her wrist - her grip on his hair getting a bit too tight - and pinned them against her sides. “Jack, s’too much.” she slurred but Jack didn’t let up, he sucked harder on her clit and Y/N’s fists gripped the sheets below her. Y/N’s thighs quivered before snapping shut around his head. a scream escaped her lips as she was sent over the edge again. her entire body shook as Jack brought her to her third orgasm. one of her fists got away from his grasp on her and she begin to push his head back, her entire body way too sensitive to experience another orgasm so quickly. Jack finally let up, sitting back with Y/N’s juices shining on his chin.

“you did so good for me, ma.” he slid himself between her legs before kissing her. Y/N could taste herself on Jacks lips and the thought of how Jack was eating her out like a man starved made her moan. her hands slid down to his belt before she felt one of his much larger hands cup hers. “you don’t have to. i just wanted to make you feel good.” he reassured her.

“i know.” she nodded. “but i want to make you feel good too.” she looked up at him through her lashes and her eyes were sparkling. the post-orgasmic glow making an appearance. Jack removed his hand from hers as she unbuckled his belt. she dropped the belt off the side of the bed as she pushed jacks pants and boxers off in one fell swoop. she rolled over and sat on top of him before reaching into her nightstand to grab a condom. she slid the condom onto jacks erect cock before gripping his shoulders and hovering over him. she lowered herself down slowly, Jacks cock stretching her open. “oh God.” her head fell against his shoulder as she adjusted to the size of his cock within her. “you’re so big.” the admittance had Jacks cocks twitching.

“don’t say things like that, ma.” Jack said breathily. “gonna have me blow my load before we even start.” Y/N clenched around him tightly and he threw his head back as he moaned. “so fuckin’ tight, pretty girl. didn’t think i’d fit.”

“i could do it.” she said stubbornly.

“i can see that.” Jack nodded. “i can feel that.” he groaned as he bucked his hips. Y/N started rocking slowly before she gradually got faster, riding Jacks cock hard and fast. “there you go, baby, good girl.” Y/N moaned at the praise. “so fuckin’ good for me, ma. ridin’ me so good, pussy all tight.” his Kentucky accent thick as he spoke. “feel you clenching around me, you gonna cum?”

“want- want you to cum with me. please, Jack, need it so bad.” she sat up to look into his eyes. his cerulean blues almost gone, just a thin line around his black irises. “please.” she tightened herself around him purposely that time and Jack let out a strangled grunt.

“i gotchu, pretty girl, you can let go for me.” the order plus the sound of his strong accent sent her spiraling over the edge. her head fell back as she came, the spasming of her pussy threw Jack over the peak unexpectedly. he released into the condom with a grunt, thick white ropes of cum filling the bubble at the end of the condom, his grip so tight on her hips bruises were sure to form in the shape of his hand later. she fell against his shoulder, panting as they came down from their highs. Jack rubbed circles on Y/N’s back until her breathing calmed down, when he looked at her she was half asleep he rocked her gently until she awoke and told her to go pee (PEE AFTER SEX GUYS!!!!). as she was sitting on the toilet staring into space, Jack came in and ran a bath.

“so… what does this mean?” Y/N asked gently as she sat in the warm water of the tub.

“well, if you’d let me, i’d like to be yours.” Jack said back, just as soft.

“really?” a small smiled played on Y/N’s lips.

“really.” Jack stated firmly. he rubbed soap into her shoulders.

“i’d like for you to be mines.”

“really?” Jack repeated her earlier words.

“really.” Y/N reiterated. “but i don’t have to dress up right?”

“never. you’ll still be my pretty girl.” a blush spread across Y/N’s cheeks. she craned her neck slightly to look at Jack as he met her halfway, their lips locking into a gentle kiss. the kiss quickly turned to more as Y/N’s wet hands slid into Jacks hair. Jacks hand slipped between her thighs and met her clit. the contact sent a jolt through Y/N, Jacks fingers rubbed over her clit until Y/N reached her fifth climax of the night. her body was completely spent as she slumped against Jack. she reached behind her for Jacks cock but he stopped her midway. “no, ma. it’s ok.”

“but i want to.” she replied, sleepily.

“you’re tired.” Jack stated matter of factly. “we can do whatever you want, later. ok?”

“mhmm.” she sighed softly. Jack helped Y/N out of the tub and carried her to her room. he put a oversized shirt on her before laying her in the bed, he had changed her sheets, she noted. “i have some of your clothes.”

“oh, really?” Jack had a smirk on his face.

“in the top drawer.” she pointed. Jack opened her dresser to see a bunch of shirts and sweats he had given her over time.

“i wonder how other guys felt seeing this.” he joked.

“never been other guys. always you.” she said halfheartedly before finally falling asleep. Jack stared at her, his cheeks bright red. he dressed himself before slipping into the bed next to her, pulling her into his side and cuddling into her as she drifted off.

the next morning Y/N awoke to Jack lying beside her. he was still sleep and she took him in. the constellations of freckles on his face. how his beard was more of a ginger color in the center rather than chocolate brown like his curls. she brushed his hair out of his eyes before planting a kiss onto his lips. she got up and washed before heading into the kitchen. when Y/N came back with a bowl of cereal in hand, Jack was sitting up scrolling on his phone.

“hey.” she muttered lightly.

“hi, ma.” he smiled at her. she sat beside him in bed eating her cereal as he wrapped an arm around her waist and laid his head in the crook of her neck.

“any plans today?” she asked, wishing and praying he’d say no.

“no.” a small smile made its way onto her face. “was hoping i could spend it with you.” a grin broke out on her face at that.

“i’d like that.” she smiled at him.

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over the next few weeks the two were inseparable. the relationship was outed to Urb and Destiny when they walked in on Y/N and Jack making out in the kitchen. Y/N was pressed against the counter as Jack held her there, damn near humping her. Urban cleared his throat and the two broke apart like two teenagers caught by their parents. Destiny looked at Y/N worriedly before Y/N mouthed ‘i’m ok’. meanwhile Urban was dabbing Jack up like they’d just won the lottery.

“you finally got the girl.” Urban said, happy for Jack.

“yeah, i did.” the pride seeping through Jacks words. he watched as you talked to Destiny and when your eyes met his, you smiled before turning your full attention to your best friend. “i finally got her.”

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i hope this was good!!! if it wasn’t don’t say anything just shhh… antyways. it wasn’t supposed to be like this but i kinda like it so.

IM SO FUCKING DOWN FOR THE ICE SKATER AND HOCKEY PLAYER🙏🙏🙏🙈🙈🙈

sneak peek..?

“you don’t hate me.”

“why wouldn’t i?” you look up at him. “hm? you make fun of my uniforms. you always say my drills suck. you and Satoru make fun of my team and my sport. you comment on the way i skate. hell, you broke my skates. skates i can’t get back. so why wouldn’t i?”

“hate isn’t in your vocabulary.” he states, simply.

“yeah? how would you know?”

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gonna make a tag list lmk if you wanna be on it!!

Why couldn’t it be me?

in which Y/N loves Stiles but Stiles can’t find himself.

this is intentionally really short.

Stiles is a dick in this. Y/N isn’t exactly right either. basically; there’s some throwing of objects, sheriff stilinski is goated, mentions of sex nothing too wild though very vague.

Part 2 Is it me?

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you scared Stiles as you sat on his bed. he just came home from hanging out at Scott’s place so seeing you sitting on his navy blue comforter was a shock. you gasped as you stared at him.

“Stiles.” you smiled widely. “hi.” you dragged out the vowel, swinging your feet.

“…hey, Y/N/N, what are you doing here?” he hadn’t expected company tonight, especially you.

“your dad let me in.” you giggled. “did i ever tell you how much i love your dad. he’s so amazing.” you rambled dazedly.

“Y/N/N… are you drunk?”

“what? pshhh, no.” you laughed. “i’m offended you would think that Stiles.” you crossed your arms.

“ok, alright, let’s get you home.” he reached to help you up but you pulled away.

“no, Stiles, i wanna stay.” you pouted at him.

“Y/N.” he said sternly. “you’re drunk, you have to go home.”

“would you let Lydia stay.” it wasn’t a question, you knew he would.

“Lydia has nothing to do with this, lets go.”

“Lydia always has something to do with it.” you stared in his eyes. “wake up and smell the roses, Stiles, she doesn’t want you.” you instantly regretted what you said. you stood to reach for him. “Sti, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean that-”

“and you think i’d want you.” the malice was clear in his tone. your arm that reached toward him immediately retracted, that seemed to have sobered you up.

“oh.” that was the only thing that could escape your lips.

“i am so tired of this, Y/N.” you knew he was being serious, he never called you by your first name, it was always Y/N/N. “you come around just to tell me about your feelings and always blame it on it Lydia. wake up and the smell the roses Y/N/N.” he spat out the nickname. “i don’t want you.” your stare hardened and the words that fell from your lips spilled with venom.

“fuck you Stiles.” you backed yourself onto his desk and your fingers fell upon a mug filled with pens. you traced it lightly before picking it up and twirling it in your hand, the next thing Stiles knew it was flying past his head. the mug hit the wall with a thud, leaving a dent and fell the floor into pieces. “you act so fucking high and mighty.” you took a Star Wars figurine that was sitting next to his laptop and chucked it at him. “like you weren’t just begging to fuck me last week.” another object came flying at him, he ducked out of the way just in time.

“it’s all bullshit Y/N.” he rushed towards you and backed you against the desk, invading your personal space. “you wanna hear the fucking truth.” he was so close and you could feel his breath on your cheek. “you are so fucking easy.” tears welled up in your eyes. “you think you’re so special when all i have to do is put on an act about how much i need you and you’re ripping your top off like some goddamned slut.” a sob fell from your lips as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“let go of me, Stiles.” you tried to sound strong but your voice broke in the middle of the sentence.

“no, you think i’m all high and mighty, look at your goddamn self.”

“Stiles let go!” you whaled, breaking down.

“Stiles, what the hell is wrong with you.” Sheriff Stilinski stepped into the room, ripping Stiles off of you. you fell into his arms as you cried. “i got you, i got you.” kissing your forehead like he was your father.

“dad, she’s fine.” Stiles tried to justify.

“she’s fine!?” Sheriff Stilinski looked at his son like he didn’t know him. “you call this fine!?” you continued to shake in his arms sobs racking through you. “i’m going to take her home and when i come back you better be sitting on that goddamned couch with a handwritten formal apology.” Stiles watched as his dad left loading you into the car and driving down the road. but he couldn’t do anything, he felt like a stranger in his own house, trapped in his own mind. what you and his father didn’t know was Stiles was screaming for you to come back, ready to be on his knees begging for your forgiveness.

the real him.