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fieldofdaisiies · 1 year

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Azriel x Reader | Lose You to Love Me pt. 2

type: angst warning(s): mentions of previous depression, depressive thoughts, questioning the meaning of one’s life, gloomy word count: 2.5k summary/request: part 2 to LYTLM + @azrielsbabyg Hi can you write a fic where reader broke the bond with az cuz she was going through shit and he thought it was because of him. But then years years later he sees her at a rubber court ball and is like huh she seems happy. But then smth in him tells him she isn't and yk he confronts her??

Music sounds in Azriel’s ears, faint and seemingly so far away although he is in the middle of a big crowd. He stands straight, hands folded behind his back, his shoulder’s squared, shadows calm around his figure. The High Lord and Lady have just wished a Happy Solstice upon everyone and now it is time to celebrate.

Celebrating…a word that tastes strange on Azriel’s tongue. His heart sinks when he ponders about the word.

He hasn’t celebrated in years, since the moment you have left him. Since then his heart has been empty, the bond dull, dead, and all happiness has been stolen from him. His heart has been left in pieces that moment and even though many have tried to repair it there was no hope for it.

Your departure has wrecked him and since then the shadowsinger has only existed anymore, wondering every day if it really was worth living without having you in his life.

Azriel bows his head at Cassian who shoots him a questioning look from across the dance floor where he is swaying with Nesta. Out of everyone Cassian has been the most empathetic, always being there for Azriel when he needed someone.

Azriel is happy that Cassian still has his Nesta, that he can sway with her over the dancefloor, careless, free and happy. Happy…the word sounds strange, foreign, leaving a bitter taste behind because it is something the shadowsinger hasn’t felt in years.

And then there is this other emotion, something so strong, so poignant, so suffocating. Jealousy.

Yes, dammit, Azriel is jealous. His gaze moves to his brother Rhys, sitting upon his throne, Feyre next to him, their hands intertwined. Glancing over at Cassian and Nesta who still happily dance, a stray tear appears in the spymaster’s eye and he averts his gaze, only for it to land on Mor and Emerie, who have finally found their way to each other. Mor is no longer scared of loving Emerie in public and wants to show her partner to everyone, especially to her parents.

Azriel clenches his jaw and swallows the pain that makes his throat burn. His gaze moves to the ground, his hands clenched tighter behind his back.

“The house close to temple?”

One moment his gaze was on the ground, now…now it is focused on the person just a few metres away from him. Everything stops when his eyes fall on your figure, dressed in the most beautiful black gown he has ever seen you in, your hair swept up, large pearl earrings in your ears.

You laugh, tipping your head back while you are talking to a female from the Hewn City. Azriel does not know her, does not care who she is. His focus is on you, on you only. Azriel shoulders are hunched when he tries to make out what you are talking about. His eyes follow the movement of your lips and when he gives you a once over again, his heart beat stops.

You are his mate, his one true love and nothing has changed about that in all the years you have been gone. Awareness dawns on him that he still loves you just the same and this thought…this thought is painful, stretching out, sinking its sharp fangs into Az’s heart like a hungry viper. He shudders, his eyes trained on his mate, his only chance at true love, on you.

The breath gets knocked from his lungs just like all those centuries ago when his eyes trail over all your little details, over the smile on your face.

And it is this smile on your face – this smile that does not reach your eyes, that tells him his that you aren’t really happy. It is a mask, a fals facade. You are pretending.

His feet move on their own accord, so fast he can't stop. They carry him over the ground, through the room and make him stop right in front of you. His expression his gloomy, his whole body rigid, no words leaving his mouth when you turn to him, startled by the sudden appearance of a tall presence behind you.

Your breathing halts when you notice who is standing behind you, this familiar warmth, this familiar scent—

Your eyes widen when you fully turn, eyes lifting to his. A shudder courses through your body, like icy fingers curling around your spine, slowly crawling upwards. Ragged breaths leave you, eyes barely able to hold his gaze.

Your lips, that all of a sudden feel so dry, part. “Azriel.” The breathy whisper of your voice is like a feather brushing over Azriel’s skin, so soft, so gentle.

Oh, has he been longing, yearning, to hear your voice just once again. And now you are here, right in front of him, speaking his name with your wonderful, mellifluous voice.

“Y/N,” Azriel says in a cold voice, in a voice that is unfamiliar to you. There is so much bitterness, so much hurt in it, you barely recognise it. Azriel’s mouth is pinched, he wears a shattered expression, when pure and utter pain flickers in his eyes.

“How have you been?”

You desperately want to say good. Because that is what you have wanted. You have wanted to be happy and you have been. You have been healing, slowly learning how to be happy on your own, until your soul started longing, yearning for its equal, for its other half.

You have missed Azriel, a strong and powerful feeling, that has never vanished since it sparked first around a year after you have left him. That year before it, you used to heal, to grow on your own and you had managed it.

But since a long time after that a feeling of loneliness, or hopelessness has overcome you. You hated yourself for it, for never being able to be happy. Because you know that you could never have the one thing that would make you happy, that would make you complete again. Because, would Azriel really take you back? Want you back?

You left him back then, he has probably moved on, you have thought.

But maybe this thought has been wrong. As he is standing here in front of you, with so much pain but also hopefulness in his eyes, you get the impression that he might have missed you the same.

But could he ever forgive you for hurting him so much? Could he understand your reasons?

And more importantly: Could you ever forgive yourself for hurting him so much?

You know you could never–you have broken his heart, shattered it, stamped on it because you focused on yourself back then. On yourself only, didn’t you?

“Hm?” Azriel’s voice is gentle, drawing your attention back to him. Your lips part when you inhale a deep breath. Pulling a strand of hair out of the bun on top of your head and moving it forward, you start playing with it, feeling your skin prickle and anxiety sweep into your body. You don’t want to hurt him again. You don't know what to answer, every possible answer could hurt him in some way.

“Good,” you finally admit, forcing a small smile onto your face that definitely does not reach your eyes. Azriel notices this immediately and his brows crease. You have never broken the bond, you just have clamped down the feeling, have tried to ignore it as good as possible. You have felt his hurt, until the point where you could really somehow turn it off. But now, standing here in front of him, this is no longer possible. The bond comes alive again, all sorts of emotions flooding you, washing over you in tidal waves.

A gloomy sigh leaves Azriel when he bows his head slowly. “That is good to hear. I am happy for you.” And gods, his voice is tearful, breaks with the last spoken syllable so you quickly reach for him, for his upper arm, curling your fingers around the familiar hard biceps.

“That does not mean I did not miss you.”

Relief visible fills every fiber of the shadowsinger, something like hope reaching you through the bond, the taste it leaves at the bake of your mouth fresh and sweet.

I missed you like hell, Azriel wants to say, so much it broke me, shattered me. But he cannot. The words die down in his throat, the only thing on his mind the question why you have left him back then.

“Why did you leave?" Azriel asks, the words slipping through his lips before he can stop them from tumbling out. He brings one hand up, brushing it through his hair. The movement makes you feel nostalgic. You loved doing that, brushing through his hair when he was sleeping, head resting on your lap. This thought, this memory, makes tears burn behind your eyes and you swallow thickly, the lump in your throat growing.

“I just needed space,” you whisper, the people around you seemingly vanishing into nothing. It is just you and Az now.

“And I didn’t give you enough space?”

You did, you think, but I wasn’t in a good place back then. It was my fault.

You draw in a deep inhale, your eyes filled with sorrow and pain when you look deep into his. “I am sorry.” “For leaving?” “For not—can we talk somewhere in private?”

Azriel obviously agrees, guiding you through the crowd of people, leading you out into the corridor outside the throne room. “For?” he asks before giving you a chance to answer. His presence fills the hallways, shadows coming alive around him, probably by your presence. They have always loved you. Azriel, even though he is so tall, has a closed body posture, arms crossed in front of his chest, avoiding eye contact now that you are alone, staring at the wall behind you.

“For not giving you an appropriate reason for my departure.”

You take one step back, wanting to look at him fully, and meet with the cold, hard stone behind you. You wince when your naked back comes in contact with the cool surface, Azriel's gaze immediately shooting to yours. The spymaster widens his stance, eyes trailing over your figure.

“What was the reason?” You hang your head low when you feel one tear leave your eye, slowly sliding down your cheek. It is Azriel who catches it, tipping your head up with his scarred hand.

The moments your gazes clash you cannot hold back, the tears are coming in waves, rushing out of you like waterfalls.

“I couldn’t drag you down with me. I needed to find myself on my own. I needed to fight my demons on my own. I didn’t want you to have to go through this with me.” Pain laces his features, his eyes when the shadowsinger cradles your face in both his hands, his palms surprisingly warm in the cool corridor. “I am your mate. I would have helped you fight against all those demons.” His voice is so soft, so gentle, so full of love.

You move your own hands over his, meeting his gaze through a blurry vision. “I know. And I only realised this too late. But I didn’t want you to hurt. Didn’t want to bother you with my—“ Azriel pulls you to his chest, your figure, just as it always used to be, perfectly fitting against his. You melt against him when Azriel kisses the top of your head, arms moving around shoulders.

“I am you mate. Nothing has changed about that. You are allowed to bother me with your problems. You have always been. You are and have always been my priority. You were always the most important person in my life, even when you were gone, even when I lay in bad, tossing and turning, haunted by nightmares, even now, you are the most important person in my life. My mate.”

Azriel tips your had back, forcing your eyes to meet his. “My equal. My wife. My love. My home. My forever.”

“I never stopped loving you.” Your voice is raspy, filled with so much pain, so much regret.

“And I never stopped loving you. You broke my heart, ripped it out, I was shattered, but part of me always loved you. Will always love you. And will never stop loving you. Endlessly and entirely.”

You shudder, shoulders and chest heaving with soft sobs. Azriel’s own body shakes, holding your trembling one, providing the support you really need in this moment. The support he has always given you, but you at one point were not ready to accept that support. Even though leaving back then and fighting this battle on your own was the best decision, a feeling of immense regret and remorse fills you.

Your heart fully cracks open when the male in front of you breaks. He tumbles onto you, tearing up, weeping when his face falls into the crook of your neck, his hands clawing at your bare back. A low, sobby shout leaves the tall male, his whole figure shaking, large wings lifelessly hanging behind his broad shoulders. You curl your arms around his neck. "Will you ever find forgiveness more me leaving you just like that?” you say. Your voice his calm, your cheek brushing his.

“Yes,” Azriel rasps. “If you can forgive yourself.” He has read your emotions, has felt them through the bond, knows that you feel regret.

“Az.” “I also made mistakes. I should have know what you went through. I should have—“ “You did everything right. There is no blame on you. I wasn’t just in a place to be able to accept your support.”

Azriel embraces you tightly, his chest heaving against yours.

“I was in such a dark place and I did not want you to have to go there with me.” “I was ready to go there with you. Would always be, to help you get out of there again.” “I know. I was such a fool to not see this." Azriel squeezes you tightly, kissing your shoulder. “You weren’t a fool. You were just blinded by these…thoughts and your emotions. You are not to blame. I don’t blame you. It was what you needed to heal, to fight this battle alone. I am so proud of you for managing to fight your demons.”

A long moment passes where you just hold each other, breathing the same air, holding onto each other like your lives depend on it. And they probably do. Your souls finally united, bond coming alive after being dull and empty for so long.

“Be mine again?” Azriel says against your ear, his lips damp and warm.

“Yes.” You kiss the corner of his mouth, curling your arm around his head and pulling him closer to you, holding him, cheeks presses against each other.

“We can work through all of it. Together. You never have to do anything alone.”

“No, never. I know that, Azriel. I know that now.”

The shadowsinger lifts you off the ground, letting your curl your legs around his waist to get a better hold on you. You don't let go off each other for a long momemt, standing in the corridor, hugging, sharing some soft, small pecks here and there, but mostly just embracing the other’s closeness, the feeling of finally being close again, of your souls being reunited.

This is the start of something new. This is truly forever now.

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heavyhitterheaux · 1 year

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I'll Always Be Proud of You

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: the day has finally arrived!! (I don't want for anyone to get confused so their close friends and family know about the pregnancy and that will be shown in LYTLM part 3)

Synopsis: Our favorite couple supporting each other at The Grammy's after finding out that they're both nominated

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Part 2 to Grammy Nominated Harlows

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You were in a peaceful sleep when you suddenly heard Jack's voice. It took you a second to understand what he was saying, but then you realized he was talking to your bump. You didn’t want to interrupt him and waited until he was finished.

"Me and mommy are nominated for multiple Grammy's today and I'm nervous. I think I'm more nervous for her than for myself. I know that I wouldn't be anywhere without her and she believed in me even when I didn't believe in myself and when I wanted to give up. But she saw something in me and wouldn't let me quit. If neither of us walk away with anything tonight, I know I already won. I won because she’s my wife and because I get to be a father to you three. Don't give mommy too much trouble today, okay?"

You fluttered your eyes open when you felt Jack place a light kiss on your bump and your hand immediately went to his curls.

“I didn’t wake you up did I?” Jack asked as he felt your hand in his curls and you immediately shook your head no.

“No, been awake for a few minutes now.”

“Oh, did you…?”

“Yes, I heard you and they are going to have the best daddy in the world. Confirmed, but I knew that already."

“Everything I said was true. Don’t know where I would be without you.”

“Right back at you, big head. I always saw something in you and I knew you were meant for this even if you did doubt yourself from time to time.” You replied as Jack brought you closer to him in order to place a kiss on your forehead.

“I just…. Are you sure you’re up for this? You don’t have to go if you don’t feel comfortable.”

“Of course, I’m going. First, to support you and calm your nerves, second, um Beyonce? And third, all of you need a chaperone. I do not trust any of you. Maybe except 2fo but he likes to steal food so never mind."

“I beg to differ, we are not that bad.”

“Baby, you would lose your head if it wasn’t attached to your body.”

“But, you would always find it for me, right?”

“Exactly my point.” You said while laughing.

“How are you going to hide the little ones? Did Julissa find a dress for you?”

“She found one. It’s pink and it’s a little loose around my stomach so it would be hard, almost impossible to tell if someone's in there. We’ll let everyone know soon, but I like the fact that it’s just the closest people to us for right now. Like I said, I have to keep the stress to a minimum.”

“Still can’t believe that there’s three of them in there.”

“I know, it’s insane. I’m going to be waddling by next month if they keep growing at the rate they are now. I’m already short as it is.”

“You know PG is never going to let you live that down.”

“They will if they want me to cook for them.”

“Good point.”

"You too."

"Wait, now why am I in it?!"

"You're guilty by association. And did you actually go to sleep last night or were you just up worrying about everything like you usually do?”

“I think I fell asleep around 2.”

“I’m worried about you.” You said being completely honest.

“What? Why? I'm not the one carrying three people.”

“So? We’ve been through a lot this past year and I don’t know. I just want you to take time to rest.”

“I will eventually, but I still have to be on my shit. I have you and three more people to think about.”

“Everything will fall into place, just how it’s supposed to, so stop worrying.”

You were now facing the mirror staring at your reflection and trying to decide if the dress had any hint of a bump being under it and sighed.

Julissa did good and you couldn't tell. You didn't know if you were going to any other events in the future, but if you were It would get harder and harder to hide it.

Dani had done your make-up and wanted it to be extra special seeing as this was the first time you were going to the Grammy’s as a nominated artist. You didn’t know whose nerves were worse, you or Jack’s.

However, you tried to keep a brave face on for him. Hoping if he saw you in a relaxed state that he would do the same.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Jack who wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek. You didn't even hear him behind you but you relaxed into his embrace as the two of you stood there in a comfortable silence.

“You look gorgeous, mamas. As always.”

“And you look like you just stepped out of an issue of GQ. My husband fine as shit."

“Well, I was on the cover.”

All you did was laugh before sighing before starting to play with Jack’s fingers which were resting on your waist.

“We can back out, just say the word.” Jack whispered in your ear as he hugged you tighter.

“No, baby. We’re going. You worked your ass off last year and you deserve to be celebrated.”

“And you do too, best new artist.”

“STOPPPPP!”

“You are definitely taking that one.”

“Even if I don’t, I still won. Just like you said earlier, I have you so I’ve been in the winner’s circle for almost eleven….holy shit…. Almost eleven years now.”

“Damn, we’re getting old.”

“Correction, you might be getting old, but I’m aging gracefully and I’ll probably be 50 looking like I’m 35. Black don’t crack, baby.”

“So I’ve heard.”

The two of you met everyone else downstairs in the lobby of the hotel and just about everyone’s jaw dropped when their eyes landed on you.

“Jack, your wife makes you look good.” 2fo said while grabbing your hand and you did a twirl so everyone could see your dress.

“He doesn’t need me to make him look good, I just make him look better.” You said while winking at him.

“You look so pretty lil bit!” Dani said while coming over to hug you.

“Am I the only person that can see you are legit actually glowing? I never understood what people would be talking about before, but…. I get it. You really do look happy and that’s all I want for my best friend.” Urban piped up and your eyes started to water.

“URBY! HORMONES! Please do NOT make me cry!” You said as he brought you into a hug. You were forever grateful that the two of you looked past the mistakes that you had made in your friendship and it was now getting back to how it was before. The two of you really couldn’t live without each other.

“I second this, I spent all that time doing her make-up!” Dani exclaimed while trying to dab at the corner of your eyes with a tissue.

“If she starts, we might not be able to get her to stop.”

“NO CRYING! You can only cry if you win. Then I won’t care.” Dani added while eyeing you.

“Okay so, the Harlow are definitely leaving with a Grammy in their hands tonight.”

“Even if we don’t, we come ten times harder to get one next year.”

“Baby, didn’t you say when we were in high school that you would dedicate your first Grammy to me when you won?” Jack asked while eyeing you.

“If I win for Big Dick Energy then obviously.”

—

All of you were now sitting at your designated table and the show was now underway and you could tell that Jack was still a ball of nerves.

He got upset when a certain comment was made while the two of you were walking the red carpet and he had to stop you from going and giving that photographer a piece of your mind.

When it came to your husband, you would always defend him. He didn't bother anyone and minded his business. So you really didn't understand where the hate would be coming from. You simply squeezed his hand and kissed his cheek and he looked over to smile at you.

You knew that Bad Bunny would be opening the show and you took this as an opportunity to get your husband to relax even if it was only for a few minutes.

The two of you stayed listening to his music.

“Baby, come here.” You said while getting up and holding out your hand to him.

“What’s going on?” Jack asked, looking confused.

One of Bad Bunny's dancers was motioning for Jack to get up and dance when she saw that he needed a little bit of encouragement and of course Urban had his phone out ready to record and Dani nudged him to take your hand.

“You need to stop being on edge, so this will at least distract you for a little while. Besides, you haven’t danced with me in a while and that needs to change. I've missed dancing with my husband."

"You know that I can never tell you no." Jack replied as he took your hand.

You noticed that Jack had now gotten the biggest smile on his face and finally began to relax.

Soon, everyone at the table joined in along with Lizzo, H.E.R., and Taylor Swift.

"AYE! AYE! AYE!" You heard 2fo scream and he designated himself the hype man for the night.

Jack had already learned earlier in the day that he had lost 2 out of 3 of the awards that he was nominated for, so of course that didn't help his mood.

You at least got him to smile for a few minutes and that was the most he had smiled in weeks.

Cardi had now hit the stage to present the last award that Jack was nominated for that night and he immediately grabbed your hand and squeezed it. You then leaned over to whisper in his ear.

"No matter what, I'll always be proud of you. That's never going to change. Not just proud of the artist that you are, but you as a person. I thank God every day for sending me the most amazing husband that I could ever ask for."

"Baby, your hormones are out of wack and mine are about to be too. Not you making me tear up." Jack said and you let out a small laugh before kissing his cheek.

"We're in this together. Always."

Your heart dropped as you heard Kendrick Lamar's name and just squeezed Jack's hand tighter. You knew how hard he worked for this and you didn't want to look at him at the moment. The thought of him being upset, which you knew would be all over his facial expression.

"Still proud of you smush." You whispered and Jack placed a quick kiss on your lips which led to Urban yelling.

"AHT AHT! Spare our eyes and save it for later."

"Such a hater, Urby."

Since the triplets were doing jumping Jacks on your bladder, Dani had gone with you to the bathroom and to help you touch up your make-up.

"Seeing Jack’s face broke my heart." Dani said as you were washing your hands.

"Mine too. But we all know how talented he is and I tell him every day. This just gives him more motivation. I know he's going to get one. This is only the beginning of his career."

As you finished drying your hands, your phone went off and it was Jack calling you.

"Yeah, babe?"

"BABY! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE! YOU JUST WON BEST NEW ARTIST!"

"WHAAAATTTTTT!?"

"COME ON!"

Dani immediately grabbed your hand and the two of you ran at lightning speed back to the auditorium where the awards were taking place.

"There she is!" You heard Olivia Rodrigo say. Dani went and sat back at the table as you embraced Jack.

"So fucking proud of you. Get up there and get your grammy."

Jack helped you up the steps and you hugged Olivia before taking your award from her and stepping up to the mic.

"Is this…? Is this real life?! I can't even right now. And of course I would have to be in the bathroom when they called my name." You said as tears were now rolling down your face.

Looks like Dani did that touch up for nothing.

You heard laughter erupt from the crowd before continuing your speech.

"This means the world to me and I just…. I promised my now husband when we were in high school that we would dedicate our first Grammy Wins to one another, but this one? This is extra special because if it was not for him, Private Garden, and my best friends pushing me I wouldn't be standing in front of you right now. I have the best husband in the world and yall know I'm screaming that to the top of my lungs until the end of time. Thank you DJ Drama for signing me and believing in the little girl from the southside of Atlanta. And my beautiful fans, words cannot even begin to express how much I adore all of you. With that being said, this is only the beginning of many more Grammy wins to come for PG."

"THAT'S MY BABY SISTER!" Dani yelled as you finished your speech and the crowd erupted in applause. Olivia led the both of you backstage and embraced you before congratulating you again.

You then made your way back out to where everyone was and Urban ran to you before picking you up and spinning you around followed by 2fo, Dani, Nemo, and then Jack.

"No one is more deserving of that award than you." He said before kissing the tip of your nose.

"Well it's your award too since I dedicated it to you and besides half of your name is on it. Thank you so much, baby. If you didn't push me, there's no way I would have done it on my own."

"Like I said, I knew there was something special when I was 14 and saw the cute girl with the braids."

"I just thought about something."

"What mamas?"

"What if they don't have a musical bone in their bodies?"

"Then I'm getting a DNA test."

"JACKMAN! CUT THE SHIT!"

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y/ninsta: Y/N Y/M/N Harlow, Grammy Winner 🥺🥺🥺

jackharlow: LOOK AT MY BABY GO 😭😭😭

y/ninsta: jackharlow you make my heart go BOOM! 🙈

urbanwyatt: you deserve all that and more, so proud of you!

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt thank you for never letting me give up

lilnasx: AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

danivalentine: I always tell you every day how much your hard work will pay off! Look at my baby sister! A Grammy winner!

2forwoyne: I told you this morning that award was yours!

y/ninsta: 2forwoyne you definitely did!

shloob_: don't tell me 2forwoyne is psychic now!

quiiso: 2forwoyne gimme the lottery numbers if you are

y/ninsta: quiiso I don't think he's that well developed in his skills yet lol

yungskylark: y/ninsta yeah the only thing he knows how to do is steal food

2forwoyne: not the 2fo slander on this fine Sunday evening

allthingsy/n: QUEEN!! CONGRATULATIONS!

urbandjack: who else cried during her speech when she dedicated her award to jackharlow?

jackharlowsource: urbandjack ME! They're so cute!

saweetie: so proud of you honey bun! my best friend is a real bad bitch!

y/ninsta: saweetie I love youuuu

jackharlow: y/ninsta BABEEEEEEEE!!!!

y/ninsta: jackharlow yes pookie?

jackharlow: y/ninsta stoppppp you know how I get when you call me that 🙈

y/ninsta: jackharlow aww! still love that I can make you blush after close to eleven years!

claybornharlow: my sister-in-law y/ninsta stepping on necks since '98

druski2funny: y/ninsta jackharlow yall need to sign up for AARP. got damn yall old.

jackharlow: druski2funny lmaooo shut up anyway y/ninsta???

y/ninsta: jackharlow 👀

jackharlow: y/ninsta come here and let me show you how proud I am of you 😏

urbanwyatt: NO. ENOUGH.

jackharlow: urbanwyatt your room isn't even next to ours!

urbanwyatt: jackharlow OH AND THAT'S SUPPOSED TO MAKE IT BETTER?

jackharlow: urbanwyatt I thought so at least

neelamthadhani: I'm the one you all should feel sorry for 🙄

urbanwyatt: neelamthadhani thanks for being a team player!

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privategarden: OUR FIRST LADY WON A GRAMMY! The first of many to come for PG! We are so proud of you!

djdrama: so well deserved!! congrats again y/ninsta! I knew you were destined for greatness the first time we met!

y/ninsta: djdrama my make-up has gone to shit tonight because I keep crying lol

urbanwyatt: THAT'S MY BEST FRIEND AND IMMA STICK BESIDE HER!

yungskylark: this is only the beginning for the queen! just wait until yall hear the fire that coming your way

jackharlow: can't believe this gorgeous lady is my wife and has been for five years 😭

y/ninsta: jackharlow and a lifetime to go

quiiso: jackharlow you have been in your simp era since 14 and I have to say that I do love it

2forwoyne: they are definitely going to be buried in the same casket when their time is up 😭

dualipa: 2forwoyne not if I can help it, congratulations cutie pie!

jackharlow: dualipa I will kick your ass if you come in here starting shit

dualipa: jackharlow she's going to be with me and there's nothing you can do about it

jackharlow: dualipa my blow torch has your name on it

y/ninsta: BABY CUT IT OUT!

jackharlow: quiiso she wasn't getting rid of me that easily lmao

claybornharlow: jackharlow I guess not, litle stalker

jackharlow: CLAY CUT THE SHIT!

urbandjack: I feel that there's a story behind that comment

claybornharlow: urbandjack I'll save it for another time lol

jackharlowsource: we love a supportive wife and husband!!

urbandjack: joint album anybody?

maggieharlow: so proud of my daughter! well deserved!!

y/ninsta: maggieharlow thank you mom 🥰

nemoachida: love you mamas! congratulations!

jackharlow: y/ninsta it's only up from here my baby

y/ninsta: jackharlow it sure is because one already has your name on it for next year

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