He won’t say outloud that you are his but mentally he’s already staked his claim and nobody messes with what’s his.

Jealous!Jack who was trying his best to input something into the computer near the end of shift but he’s since abandoned it and forgotten what it was. Because by the nurses station there you stand talking to one of night shift's new male nurses. Normally he’d just sit and watch, making sure you’re safe as he shimmers with that little green-eyed monster named jealously on his back. So this shouldn’t be the cause for any concern nor possessiveness except that this kid is staring at you like he wants to eat you and Jack is just going to make sure you’re alright at least that’s what he’s telling himself as he heads over a small scowl on his face. 

His hand finds the small of your back rubbing at it slightly to alert you he’s behind you and not startle you. “Hey angel, you need a ride home?” he questions, his gaze focused entirely on you when you turn mid conversation to look at him. He feels a sense of satisfaction at the way the nurse stutters a moment and stops his next sentence because you are no longer looking at him.

“Was just gonna take the bus, but if you’re offering” you shrug, a little smile on your face. Jack smirks when out of the corner of his eye the younger man throws in the towel and walks away. “Course sweetheart, go get ya’ stuff” he prompts with a head nod towards the lockers.

Jealous!Jack who lets you drag him from store to store in the mall simply because with the way you stick to his side he hopes it makes people assume you’re dating. He holds every shopping bag, he pays for you for your lunch at the foodcourt, gives his options on clothing you hold up. “Don’t you think that dress is a little short angel?” “Where the hell is the rest of those shorts?” “What about some tights under the skirt?” “Top seems a bit too tight maybe size up sweetheart” that last comment merely because the short accentuations your breasts too much.

He always makes sure to hold the bundle of bags behind your back, covering your ass as the two of you go up the escalator. His eyes tracking the men behind the two of you as you yap about which should be the next store. Him nodding along with a “Where ever you wanna go, S’ your day angel” 

Jealous!Jack who thinks his heart finally stopped beating when you mention something about a boyfriend. He schools his expression even if it’s eating him up inside. Simply telling you “As long as he’s treatin’ you right sweetheart, i’m happy for you” 

“Of course he is, and if he wasn’t i know my big strong protector would sort him out” you giggle, teasingly grabbing at his bicep lightly as you say ‘big strong’ and jack can’t help the smirk that grows on his face. 

Jealous!Jack who shakes the hand of the man you now call boyfriend with a firm dad like tight grip. Telling him it’s nice to finally meet him even if his face is telling a different story. 

When he overhears your boyfriend tell you Jack hasn’t stopped giving him little glares all dinner and it’s annoying him, he smiles as you defend him. “He’s just protective, stop being so weird and be nice” you’d scoff at him before returning to the living room where you sit back down next to him leaving your boyfriend to sit alone in the empty arm chair. 

Jealous!Jack that plants little seeds of doubt about your relationship. How your boyfriend doesn’t seem to protect you when walking places, he just stalks ahead and hopes you’re still trailing behind. Knowing you think of how Jack is always right at your side when you walk somewhere together and stays on the side of the sidewalk facing traffic. He tells you how you shouldn’t be the one planning dates or asking for flowers, your boyfriend should know to do it. Hoping you remember how Jack brought you your favorite flowers on your birthday after only hearing you talk about them once, and how he’s the one planning things you like to do for your hang outs.

Jealous!Jack who consoles you when you come crying to him about you fought with your boyfriend and he broke up with you. Holding you to his chest as you sob, petting you head and shushing you softly, “It’s okay sweetheart, he didn’t deserve you anyway” he coos and smirks when you cling on tighter to his body. 

Jealous!Jack who when he finally has you beneath him a blabbing fucked out mess, can’t stop muttering “Mine, all mine, finally fucking mine angel” as his hips bounce off yours. “Yeah ya’ my girl now sweetheart?” All you can do is repeatedly nod, his cock hitting your g-spot with damn near sniper precision pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “Need to hear you say it baby”

“All yours jack, only yours, fuck don’t stop” you cry out, hands pawing at his stomach. Your words finally end that lingering little green-eyed menace that’s plagued him from the first day he saw another man flirting with you.

Courting Katherine Plu- Pulitzer was, well hell, more than he’d ever planned on having in this nightmare of a city. It caught him like when he missed step on the way down the ladder, his stomach dropped but in a thrilling sort of way that made him land with a grin on his face. He caught sight of her from down the block, scrawling away at her notepad, expression tight in concentration in what he had recently and affectionately titled her “hard news” face.

Jack pulled his last paper from his bag and flipped it to a gent leaning dully against the corner of the alley. He tipped his cap in greeting and gave the man a sympathetic smile, not breaking stride as he continued down the street. He sought out Katherine again, still scribbling furiously, but this time with a laugh flashing across her face.  It wasn’t until he was nearly beside her that he noticed who she was interviewing. He had on a sharp suit, and was standing close enough to Katherine that he could read over the top of her notebook, looking at her somewhere between how Specs looked at Medda’s girls and Albert looked at a leg of lamb.

Katherine laughed again, and gave the man a teasing slap on the arm with the edge of her book. Jack rolled his shoulder with a nervous twitch, squared his jaw and made short work of the yards left between them. The man ducked his head to give Katherine a chaste kiss on the cheek just as Jack dodged around one last crowd of people. He tried to think of something sufficiently threatening to say to the man without making Katherine feel like he was being needlessly bull-headed, but by the time he was Jack was close enough to speak he’d already turned and gone.

Jack took Katherine by the waist as soon as she caught his eye, and kissed her with gusto.

“Jack, what on earth-“ She asked him breathlessly, face bright red from equal parts exertion and embarrassment.

“Just missed ya is all,” He said with a grin, offering his arm. Though things were still tense with old Joe, her father had made a vague notion of approval that at least Jack had the decency to walk her home at the end of the day, and in only a couple of weeks it had become their routine. “So uh, who’s your friend?” He asked too quickly.

“My friend?” Katherine gave him a quizzical look.

“Tall, new suit, flirting so well he got your face redder than a tomato.”

“Is that jealousy I hear?” Katherine asked, pulling just far enough away to break off any contact.

“Do I got a reason to be?” Jack replied, laughing it off in an effort to appear much less bothered than he was at that precise moment.

Katherine looked at him carefully. “Well I don’t know,” She started, voice light and lilting. “He did try and walk me home just now.”

“Somethin’ you wanna tell me?” Jack asked incredulously. Katherine looked at him for a long moment, rolled her eyes with a sigh, and pulled him by the wrist into a secluded bit of alley. With a neat twist his back was to the brick wall, and Katherine kissed him with such abandon Jack half expected the bum he’d seen earlier to interrupt them with a voyeuristic whistle.

“His name is Jervis Pendleton,” Katherine began. “And I’ve known him since we were children, and I haven’t seen him as of much lately and the next time you kiss me like that it better be because you missed me and not to prove a point,” She said it softly but with unwavering intention. “Am I clear?”

“Jervis?” Jack asked with a laugh. “Poor guy, running around this city with a name like that. I’ll give him this, his suit sure matched.”

“Jack,” Katherine said, her tone striving for sincerity and threatening to burst out as a laugh instead.

“Cross my heart, next time I kiss ya till you can’t see straight, it’ll be cause I couldn’t wait another second.” Katherine grinned, unpinning him from the wall, reaching for his hand to pull him along. She made it nearly two feet before Jack spun her back around, cradling her waist to cushion the impact of leaning her into the wall, kissing her soundly as soon as he was sure she wouldn’t fall.

When they’re both breathless he pulls back just far enough to rest his forehead against hers, and runs his thumb across her jaw.

“Let me guess,” She said, flush with excitement.

I was also really good friends with Zack Merrick, All Time Low’s bassist and backup singer. Zack and I were a lot alike in some ways, and every so often we worked out together. It was what little time we could spend doing what we wanted before playing such big venues and shows. We both got up early and would go on little runs once in a while to blow off some steam or to lift weights together. It was mostly to keep me level-headed.

Though I was the drummer of the band, I still was considered an interesting member, which isn’t very common most of the time. Not unless you sang. I was the most active on social media, replying to tweets, making hashtags, the other guys weren’t really into it. We had another girl in the band, she played bass, her name was Marissa, and I told her almost everything about my life. The other two were guys and they were in a relationship with each other, and they were out about it. A real ship come to life. Keith and Max. Our fans called them Kax. It was cute.

I felt bad for not telling them about Jack and I, but if I was supposed to keep it a secret, I guess I had to. We were about to go on, we were always the first to go since we were the least known, and it’s nerve wrecking. A bunch of people in the world gather around one location to see Blink-182, and the first thing they hear is your band. You were the deciding factor, and that scared the living shit out of me. Especially since I was the drummer, the drummer always went first.

“Nervous?” Jack asked me as we heard the crowd chattering.

“Yeah,” I sighed, looking down at my drum sticks.

“You’ll do fine, you’ve already done so well already.”

“Jack, they’re going to hate us.”

“You say that before every show.”

“And every show it’s true.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it. Now walk out there and show them what you got.” He shoved me out, and I was the first musician these people would hear tonight. If that wasn’t enough to send me hurling into a toilet, I don’t know what was. I looked back at him and he gave me a thumbs up. I took a deep breath and waved to them. A few people clapped, but I didn’t get much attention. I was just the opener.

I sat down in my set, and started a beat. I lost myself as I do in every show and forgot about the thousands of people who weren’t there to see me. Instead I immersed myself into the rhythm. I didn’t even think about them until after our set, and my face was wet with sweat.

We all jogged off, super pumped after a set well done, and I breathed out a sigh of my anxiety. “You guys fucking killed it!” Jack came to me with a hug to appreciate a job well done and I hugged him back even though I was sweaty as fuck.

“Thanks,” I breathed. Keith and Max shared high fives with the rest of the people who came to greet us and I smiled at them. Then walked up Blink-182, and I shrunk. I had been admiring Travis’s drumming ever since I could remember, and seeing him in front of me made me want to hide behind Jack.

Mark walked up to Keith, our lead singer. “Great songs, man,” he told him, and I think he almost shit himself I giggled a little bit, and Jack turned around to face me.

“You know, you should try talking to Travis. He’s not as scary as you think.”

“No way!” I shook my head feverishly. “I am not talking to him, he has his own shit to worry about.

Jack started laughing and I turned away, biting my lip. “Alex was the exact same way when we met Green Day.”

“You met Green Day?” My jaw fell open from the surprise.

“Haven’t you seen the pictures of us with them?” I shook my head no. He laughed again. “Well we did, and don’t tell anyone, but I’m sure Alex screamed when he saw Billie Joe.”

“Did not ya fuckin’ dingus,” Alex told him, walking by and whacking him on the head.

“Did too. Screamed like a little girl.” Jack and Alex continued bickering and I was staring off into space, thinking about what exactly I’d say to Tre Cool if I ever met him. He was another one of my many influences. I shook my head from the thought. Like I would ever meet Tre.

“Hey Y/N,” Zack greeted, coming up next to me. A Day To Remember was playing right now, and All Time Low was just waiting to go on. Why Blink was here too, I didn’t know.I didn’t even know why we were all backstage. We should’ve been in our dressing rooms, like Brian always yells at us to, but they like watching the crowd, and so did I, so here we were.

“Hey Zack,” I smiled back. Zack was always so friendly and genuine. I was glad I could have someone like him to talk to and be friends with. My friend Marissa was arguing along Alex and Jack. She may be my best friend, but her personality was a lot more like Jack’s while mine was like Zack’s. She had a major thing for Alex, even though he was married. She respected that, but couldn’t help her heart. “It’s forbidden love,” she’d tell me every time she’d bring it up. I just told her it was one-sided and she should forget him but she’d shake her head muttering something about me not understanding.

“We still on tomorrow for an early jog?”

“Course! You finally gonna show me your killer handstand, or am I going to have to turn you upside down myself?”

He laughed, looking down at his feet, then back up at me. “If you’re lucky,” I smiled again. He turned around to walk away, and I sighed in content. He wasn’t one for talking much, but his voice sure was sweet.

“Y/N,” Jack’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. He stared at me with discontent.

“What?” I snapped, defensively.

“What were you talking about with Zack?”

“We were just agreeing on our run we’re taking tomorrow.”

“Why are you always with him?”

“Excuse me?”

“We have limited time together, yet you spend so much time of it with him. Why?”

“Because we’re friends? What’s this about, Jack?” He looked down, avoiding my gaze. I sighed, crossing my eyes. “Oh my god,” I dropped my arms. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

He snapped his head up to me, his eyes wide in surprise. “What? No-”

“You are, aren’t you. That would explain a lot. Why are you jealous of Zack of all people?”

“You’re on in five,” Brian interrupted our talk but Jack waved him off, his eyes still wide like a puppy.

“Why wouldn’t I be jealous of him?” he scoffed, brushing it off. “He’s perfect. He’s got the body, he’s got the looks. Hell, you guys are even alike.”

“Jack, I’m with you. Even if that’s true, it doesn’t matter. I’m yours, and you know I’d be with you if I could. You’re just never awake before two in the afternoon, and I wake up early. I need something to do while you’re still sleeping.”

“But does it have to be with him?”

I laughed, lightly pushing his shoulder. “Yes.”

“Fuck,” he swore.

“Jack!” Alex called. “We’re on.”

“Goddammit. Look, I’m sorry for being jealous of him, I just get insecure, you know, it’s just-”

“Jack!”

“Jesus christ, Alex, would you put your ovaries on hold for one fucking second!” He turned back to me. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t. I’m here. I’m with you.”

Jack smiled and leaned down to kiss me, before Alex stode on my grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him on stage. “For fuck’s sake Jack, get your ass on stage.” He threw him on and I saw Jack sheepishly wave to the crowd, face still red from our kiss.

They started their set and I watched as Jack shredded it on his guitar. Then right after Backseat Serenade, Jack ran off stage, towards me. “Come with me, Y/N.”

“What? Jack, no-”

“Come with me.” He didn’t give me much choice as he dragged me out on stage with millions of screaming fans. People may have come here for Blink, but All Time Low was the next popular. They at least had some who knew who they were.

“Do you guys know the band Scarlet Hands?” Very few people clapped. Some screamed. I blushed and waved to them. “This is their drummer, her name is Y/N.” Again a few people shouted. I couldn’t tell what they were saying.

“Jack, what the fuck are you-” Alex started to say into the microphone.

“Shut up, Alex.” Alex shut up, and raised his caterpillar eyebrows. “She’s a very talented drummer who’s opening for all of us and she’s also-” he stopped his sentence, and I could tell that look in his eye that he was up to something. Oh holy fucking shit, kill me now. His lips found mine, and he kissed me, in front of the entire stadium. The guys on the camera zoomed in on it. People from the lawn could see it. Fucking kill me. “My girlfriend.” He finished, smiling and grinning and looking out onto the crowd.

I was lucky All Time Low fans were on the most part accepting. They all cheered for our relationship, and Jack turned to me, a big goofy smile taking up half his face. “Okay,” he said, still speaking in the microphone. “You can go, I’m all good here.”

I awkwardly walked off stage and the crowd was going wild. I waited for the band to finish their set from the place I started off at. The only difference, Travis Barker was next to me. “That’s some boyfriend you have,” he told me.

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“You play drums?” I nodded again. “Killer.”