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Private

A/N: Sorry it took a while to get this out. 

  I don’t think we should go public. Keeping this relationship private is important because I don’t want rumors to start spreading and then something happens and the next thing you know we’re fighting and stuff.

Your eyes scanned over the message in confusion. Eyebrows furrowed as you read the message over and over again. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip and you began to chew on it You hadn’t been pressuring Jack to make your relationship public, so this message confused you a lot. You looked over to your best friend and held the phone out to her. “Should I be worried about this?” you asked Jane. She took the phone from your hands then read the message too. “I mean all his other relationships had been in the spotlight, so I understand where he’s coming from,” you said, voice tailing off.

“I sense a ‘but’ coming in,” Jane smiled, tilting her head to the side with a raise of an eyebrow. She already had a sense of what you were going to say. Having seen what your relationship with Jack was like from the outside, but also hearing you complain about a few road bumps. 

“But it just seems like Jack is hiding our relationship. . . you know I haven’t even met his friends yet,” you told her. “If he brought this up when we first started dating it wouldn’t be a problem, but we’ve been together for a year now and suddenly he wants to keep everything private.” Before Jane could even respond your phone buzzed in her hand and she looked at the next message Jack had sent.

So are you cool with that?

“Is he serious?” Jane bitterly laughed. “Have you told him how you felt?” she asked this time. You rolled your eyes with a shake of your head. Clearly there was something else going on, but you didn’t want to bring it up to her. 

“I’m not fine with this,” you muttered, grabbing the phone so you could call Jack. You didn’t have a problem with being discreet about your relationship, but after a while it made you feel like Jack didn’t want people to know you were together. As if he was ashamed to be with you. 

You sat waiting for Jack to pick up the phone. Each time the dial tone rang you could feel your heart beating faster. Jack was taking awfully long to answer your call when he was quick to send you messages just five seconds ago. Finally he picked up and you let out a long sigh. What you were going to say left your mind as you heard his voice and you found yourself blurting the words before you could even think about them. “You’re ashamed of being with me aren’t you?” you questioned, hand flying up to your mouth in surprise.

“Uh-what?” Jack muttered. You could practically picture him standing in front of you. His eyes would have widened in surprise, ears raised up in confusion. “W-What made you t-think that?” Jack asked.

“Why are you stuttering? It’s a yes or no answer,” you strongly said, “Are you or are you not ashamed of being seen with me?” The line went quiet and you could tell Jack was thinking hard about your question. This only had a negative affect. “You know if you weren’t you wouldn’t have to think so hard on answering.” Broken sentences came from the other line and you could feel the tears spring to your eyes. Don’t jump to conclusions. You thought to yourself. 

“Y/N, it’s complicated,” Jack finally said. 

“That’s not what I asked,” you told him. You imagined Jack’s mouth clamping shut at your words. His hands running furiously through his hair in frustration. “I’m going to make it easier for us both. . . we should take a break until you figure out what you want.” You didn’t even allow for Jack to speak up about the subject. Ending the call before he could get a word in. 

     It had been exactly one week and Jack was still trying to reach you. You weren’t expecting your conversation to end up like it had did. You never expected a simple message about privacy to ruin a relationship. It hurt to know how Jack really felt about the relationship, but you never gave him a chance to explain himself or tell his side of the story. Finally you were giving him the time of day and Jack was so grateful for it. 

“Surprised you wanted to meet out in public,” you said, pulling your sunglasses off and sitting down on the bench next to Jack. 

“Well you thought I was hiding our relationship from the public. I thought I’d prove you wrong,” he replied. “I’m not ashamed to be with you, Y/N.” Your arms crossed over your chest and you scoffed at his words.

“Could’ve fooled me,” you mumbled, turning in your spot to face him. Jack looked as if he hadn’t been getting any sleep. Hair disheveled, dark circles under his eyes, stubble growing as if he hadn’t shaved in two weeks. 

“What do you mean? Talk to me, Y/N. Really tell me how you feel and then please just hear my side of the story,” he proposed. You nodded in agreement and sucked in a deep breath before getting what was on your chest off.

“I don’t mind that you want to keep our relationship from the limelight. I get that, but the fact that I haven’t met anyone that’s close to you makes me think you want to keep me hidden,” you admitted. Jack’s mouth parted in understanding.

“That’s why you thought I was ashamed of being with you,” he said out loud. You nodded in confirmation. “That’s not it at all, baby.” Jack began to say, “The reason you haven’t met anyone close to me is because I want to make sure this relationship lasts.” Your eyebrows furrowed at his words. Jack grabbed your hand, his thumb brushing over your skin. “The longest I ever been with someone was two years and all my friends adored her. When we broke up they were heartbroken as well, but then I met you and you showed me a different type of love. I don’t want any outside voices dictating and judging our relationship. Sadly those voices also include my friends.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me this?” you asked. 

“I wanted to stay in a bliss filled bubble with you, but if it matters that you meet my friends, then you can meet them. Just don’t pay any mind to them if they say some things that make you question what we have.” Jack whispered, pulling you closer and resting his forehead against yours. All Jack’s actions was making sense to you. Why he kept everything about your relationship private. 

“Okay, see that’s all you had to say. Just don’t give me the cold shoulder when we’re outside together,” you. He nodded in understanding, then pouted at you.

“Can we please go back to the way things were? This time the right way.” You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. That was exactly what you wanted. Jack making sure to introduce you to all the important people in his life soon after. 

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Coincidence

A/N: So this was like a very unrealistic request. So I’m gonna change some stuff. Also I kind of cut this imagines into three sectioned parts

     You stood up on your toes to look over the crowd of people as they cheered loudly. That could only mean that one of the guys had come out to greet fans and you were hoping to be one of those lucky people. It had been months since you’d bought your tickets to see the Jacks perform and now that the time has come you were excited to see them. Luckily for you, you had gotten a great deal on the tickets; second row seats and a meet & greet. “I swear it happened! She said Brendon Urie looked right at her and even pointed her out in the crowd,” your best friend, Lilia, shouted. Your attention was brought back on her and you rolled your eyes.

“In a crowd of like a hundred plus people? Sounds completely unrealistic,” you told her, “And from what I heard Kaitlin was in the fifteenth row!” You went back to trying to get a glimpse of at least one of the guys. Like all concert gatherings some people started to push about from the excitement and you found yourself clutching Lilia’s arm to keep your balance. 

“Eh you’re probably right I mean Kaitlin is known to be a liar,” she continued to talk. You found yourself becoming easily distracted and soon the screaming of fans could be heard closer to you this time. 

“I wonder which Jack is out here,” you mumbled to Lilia, who had abruptly stopped talking and was staring behind you dumbfounded. “What?” you shouted, covering your ears as the screams grew louder. Lilia’s eyes widened and her eyebrows rose. Instead of answering you verbally, Lilia pointed behind you. You slowly turned around only to come face to face with Jack Gilinsky. The smile on his face grew as he looked at you. “H-Hi,” you managed to say, subtly pinching at your thigh to make sure this was actually happening.

“Hi,” Gilinsky repeated, before he was able to say more Johnson had shouted out for him. He gave you a sheepish wave goodbye before jogging back inside to get ready. You couldn’t help but to feel butterflies. It was unusual and you had never seen Gilinsky look at someone the way he had looked at you before. Just as fast as the Jacks had left, everyone was ushered inside the venue. 

     Gilinksy had been too quiet for Johnson’s liking. It was as if the darker haired boy had seen a ghost and was too petrified to say anything about it. Johnson waved his fingers in front of Gilinsky’s face. “Yo,” he said, dragging out the vowel, “Are you alright man?” Johnson questioned, flicking at Gilinsky’s nose this time. Gilinsky shook his head and blinked twice in response to Johnson. 

“Have you ever seen something so beautiful?” Gilinsky asked in a mutter. Johnson’s eyebrows furrowed and he shrugged.

“That depends on what you’re talking about. . . What’s going on did you see someone?” Gilinsky nodded in response. His mind tracing back to the girl he had just saw. The two had barely said a word to one another and he was already sprung. 

“She’s here and she’s beautiful and I-”

“And you don’t even know her name,” Johnson butted in. He let out a small chuckle and laughed at his friend. “Besides there’s like a ton of girls out there, she’s lost in the crowd man.” Gilinsky wasn’t amused at his friend’s joking mood. He wasn’t sure why, but he had felt such strong emotions the minute he looked at you. It was almost like love at first sight, but it couldn’t have been that. Jack barely knew you and Johnson was right, he had no idea what your name was. 

“I have to find her after the show, or at least try looking for her in the crowd,” Gilinsky said. He shook his head, knowing good and well that find you in that crowd of people was impossible. “Let’s warm up a bit,” he suggested, starting to sing a few lines from “Cold Hearted” all the while thinking of the girl he had just met. Soon they were headed out towards the stage. 

The crowd cheered as the Jacks ran up on stage each one of them shouting out a greeting and even grabbing some of the fans hands. “How’s everyone doing tonight!?!” Johnson shouted, eliciting more cheers from the crowd. “Well Gilinsky and I thought that since it’s the weekend we should start off with All Weekend Long. What do y’all think?” More screaming can be heard and both of the guys smiled.

“I think they like that idea, Johnson,” Gilinsky laughed, the starting chords to “All Weekend Long” beginning to play out. Gilinsky began to sing, the concert picking up from there. It was halfway through the concert that Jack recognized the familiar face he had seen earlier and for a moment the girl could’ve sworn Gilinsky had stared right her too.

     You felt giddy. Bouncing on the balls of your feet as you waited to meet the Jacks. You were very much excited to see Jack Gilinsky. You weren’t sure if it was in your head, but it felt almost as if Jack had been singing to you throughout the concert. Like his eyes had been following your every move. You knew it was crazy and completely impossible for him to have noticed you, but of course like every stan, your thoughts ran wild. “I’m going to ask Johnson to hold me for the picture, what do you think?” Lilia asked, poking at your side and looking over everyone’s shoulder. 

“That’ll be a cute picture,” you mumbled, chewing at your bottom lip as the two of you neared closer and closer to the boys. Lilia could tell something was on your mind and she poked at your side to get your full attention.

“Alright what’s wrong? You’ve been too quiet and that’s unusual especially with Jack & Jack standing less than five feet away,” she questioned, crossing her arms over her chest and raising an eyebrow at you. You knew Lilia wasn’t going to let up until you told her the truth, so you of course had to tell her.

“Okay maybe it was just in my head, but did you notice Gilinsky looking in our direction. . . mainly at me throughout the other half of the set?” you asked her. Lilia raised an eyebrow at your words and a small smile embraced her face.

“Who’s sounding like Kaitlin now,” she teased with a roll of her eyes. You frowned at her words and the two of you moved closer towards the topic of interest. “I’m kidding,” Lilia said, sending a playful punch to your arm. You let out a sigh and mumbled something under your breath. “I have to admit Gilinsky was looking in our direction, but like you said in a crowd of people it’s not possible,” she said, “Look we’re up next, so put a smile on that face.” You shook her words from your mind and did as she said. Johnson was the first one you greeted, his smile wide and eyes sparkling just like you’d seen in pictures. You couldn’t believe you were actually meeting them today.

“Hi,” you smiled, giving him a hug. You moved to the side and allowed Lilia to say hello, knowing Johnson was the one she really wanted to see. You turned around and was greeted by Gilinsky’s grin. Though the minute he laid eyes on you, his smile faded into shock. 

“It’s you,” Gilinsky blurted. Your eyebrows furrowed at his words and he cleared his throat. “From earlier. I remember you from earlier,” he cleared up. Your lips parted in understanding. 

“Oh yeah! You said hi to me. . . You remember that?” you muttered in confusion. After seeing so many people you weren’t sure if Jack had remembered at all. Jack leaned in towards your ear and you waited to hear what he had to say.

“I could never forget a beautiful face,” he whispered making you smile. “I know this is probably a b-” before Jack could finish his sentence the two of you were interrupted by the photographer telling you to pose. Lilia hopped up so that Johnson can pick her up and Gilinsky draped his arm over your shoulder and pulled you into his arms. He buried his face into the side of your neck and could feel his breath fan over your skin. Once a few pictures were taken, all with different poses, the two of you pulled apart. You waved goodbye at the two of them, but before you could leave Gilinsky pulled you back. “Wait for me afterwards? Please,” he said, looking at you hopefully.

“Yeah-okay,” you found yourself saying. You felt a tingle run down your spine and smiled at the thought of what Jack wanted to tell you. 

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Instructor Maloley

Warning: Contains Sexual Content, View At Your Own Risk!!!

     You knew it was wrong to get involved with a college professor, but there was something about Instructor Maloley that made you weak at the knees. You weren’t even sure if you should call him an professor. Just from the way he taught, how he dressed, and acted you knew Instructor Maloley wasn’t really meant for teaching. He should have been doing something much more than teaching Music 101 to college students. Instructor Maloley was young and most of all he was hot.

It started off with flirty glances and lip biting. You had noticed about halfway through the course that he was flirting with you. At first you took nothing of it, thinking his extra help sessions and friendly attitude was just him teaching you. Now you were positive there was more to it than that. “Please call me Nate,” he had said the last time you two met during one of his office hours. You could feel butterflies bubble up at his words. This of course wasn’t unusual. Usually the professors that were graduate students wanted their students to call them by their first name. Yet for some reason Instructor Maloley requesting that you call him Nate felt more intimate. 

“Want to get a drink with me?” Nate asked, “We could go over what topic you want to talk about for the paper.” He had quickly added the last part, licking his lips and giving you a smile. The room was deserted from students, leaving only the two of you. Your mouth parted in surprise and somehow you found yourself nodding.

“Yeah sounds like fun,” you agreed, pulling your bag up on your shoulder. “Just helping out on my paper right.” you said. The sentence was more for yourself than anything, not wanting to think of actually hooking up with your instructor. Though the thought was hot. Your eyes already scanning over the tattoos that were peeking out from the open buttons of his shirt. “I’ll catch up with you later then,” you smiled, backing your way out the classroom. You couldn’t help but to feel giddy. It was hard to concentrate on your last class when all you could think about was grabbing a drink with Nate. Your daydreams getting in the way until it was time to leave. You had rushed back home after class to freshen up and wait for Nate to message where the two of you were meeting. Grabbing a drink with your instructor was going to be harmless, professional really. 

It seemed somewhat natural for you to just talk to Nate. Not once did you feel nervous nor did the two of you discuss the paper you were working on. Nate was sweet and very charming. It was a bit weird seeing him in a non-classroom setting. His hair being down instead of its usual bun, outfit changed to something more laid back. He had more tattoos than you imagined, arms inked and looking muscly. You tried your best not to stare at his arms, the tension in the room becoming hot as you two continued to talk. “So you rap?” you said in astonishment, not expecting him to say that’s what he did in his spare time.

“Yeah I have about three albums out,” Nate told you.

“Three!?! Wow h-how is it that you got stuck teaching music if you make it?” you asked, now interested in his life story. You had always wanted to ask Nate why he taught. Though he was an awesome person, teaching wasn’t something Nate was great at; it was clear to you that he could use his talents somewhere else.  

“I just want to help other people create music. Help them learn how to study it and reach their goals,” he answered. You nodded in understanding, grabbing the drink that was in front of you and taking a sip. “What made you major in music?” he questioned, subtly moving closer to you. Somehow you found yourself moving over to him as well. The two of you now sitting side by side and shoulders pressing together. Nate bumped his shoulder against yours, raising his eyebrow in question. 

“I love music,” you told him. You noticed his eyes flicker down to your lips then back up to look you in the eye. You couldn’t deny that you had some type of sexual tension for Nate the minute he stepped foot in class. In fact you had mistaken him for a student on the first day of class and might have even flirted with him. The minute you found out that he was actually the instructor you were of course embarrassed. “I enjoy making it and the reactions I get from those who listen to my music is amazing,” you finished in a whispered voice. With Nate being this close it was hard for you to concentrate. You weren’t sure who was the one to kiss the other first. The two of you getting caught up in one another. Adrenaline ran through you as the kiss turned into something more and before you knew it the two of you were at his place. 

     Student and teacher relationships were not condoned. It was highly frowned upon and not to mention Nate could get fired and you could possibly be expelled. With all of this in mind you and Nate had kept what the two of you were doing private. Having sex with Nate felt different than all the other times you had sex. Maybe it was the riskiness, or the fact Nate seemed to have found all your weak spots in such a short period of knowing each other physically, but he made you feel good and loved. 

You were sat atop of Nate’s desk, hands lacing into his hair as the two of you began to make out. Your breath caught in your throat as his lips trailed down your neck. Nate nibbled at your sweet spot and you could feel the wetness between your legs grow. “Fuck me on this desk please,” you whimpered, attempting to unbutton his shirt. It had been a fantasy of yours to have him take you right on his desk. Nate was already your instructor, which turned you on even more, so being fucked on his desk was hotter. 

“We’re on school grounds, I mean kissing you right now puts us at risk of being caught,” he said, letting out a groan when you grabbed his clothed cock. You pouted at his words, hand sliding into his pants and lips sucking at the skin below his earlobe. His body weakened for a second, face nuzzling into your neck as you began to rub his cock. 

“Make an exception please,” you whined, “Just this once, Instructor Maloley.” You whispered the last part, a smirk making its way onto your lips when he moaned. Being called that by you turned Nate on immensely. It was like you were submissive to him, but even now the two of you could tell who was in charge. 

“Fuck is the door locked?” Nate asked, reluctantly pulling away from you so he could lock the door. “You have to be really quiet though,” he said in panted breaths, pulling you into a passionate kiss. “That’s your assignment got it,” he mumbled against your lips. 

“Yes Instructor Maloley,” you moaned. Nate groaned at your words before spreading your legs apart and slipping his hand under your skirt. You tensed in your spot when he ran his fingers over you throbbing clit. It had swelled and made you a bit sensitive to touch. It took him about five seconds to get you undressed. Your lips were swollen from his harsh kisses and your mind was no longer on the class you were suppose to be attending. Nate pecked your lips once before working his way down your body. You softly moaned as he took your left nibble into his mouth and tugged at it. Your breathing had became ragged, sweat starting to line your skin as he inched closer to where you needed him most. 

“You’re so wet,” Nate whispered, running a finger between your folds. He slowly rubbed at your clit, eliciting moans from you. He sunk down to his knees and spread your legs apart even more. Nate wanted to tease you, but knew if you two didn’t get through this quick then someone might walk in on you. The action was quick, his tongue feeling warm against your core. You gripped at the edge of his desk, thighs beginning to shake as he continued to eat you out. “Oh yes Nate,” you whimpered, legs wrapping around his head to draw him in closer. He began to nibble at your clit and you had to cover your mouth to stop the moans from slipping out. These walls in the classroom were always thin and you couldn’t risk being caught because of your loud mouth. 

“I’m so fucking hard for you,” Nate huffed, the air fanning over your clit. Your eyes fluttered closed in bliss as he continued to eat you out. Tongue darting out to play with your clit and occasionally sliding inside of you. You were so worked up, chest rising at a fast pace as you felt your release approaching. Nate pulled away making you whine in frustration. “I’ve got a meeting to go to,” he said, leaning down to peck at your lips. You frowned out words and before he could pull away you grabbed his wrist. 

“No you don’t,” you growled, yanking him closer to you. Nate laughed at this action, lust filled eyes glancing over your naked body. “Besides none of those teachers can fix your boner like I can,” you whispered, starting to pull down his pants. Nate licked his lips, eyes closing shut as you pulled down his boxers to release his cock. “Hmm? I don’t think any of them will give you head and please you like I do,” you whispered. Nate’s mouth opened wide as he felt your lips on his cock. You slowly sucked on his tip, tongue rolling over the head and spreading the precum around. The two of you had chemistry like no other, able to make each other crazy with just a single touch. You wondered why it took so long for him to show up in your life. You hollowed your cheeks and took him halfway down your throat. Nate let out a loud moan, mouth clamping shut and looking at the door in fear. You were going to make him late, but he didn’t care. Being in your mouth was heaven, but where he liked being the most was inside of you. Nate’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip when you began to play with his balls. God he wanted you bad. Whimpers being caught in his throat as you kept up the action. “As much as I’d love to cum in your mouth, being inside of you is what I really want,” he told you. 

You felt warm being wrapped around his cock. Core already clenching around him as he pushed all the way in. You let out a strangled moan, fingers gripping at his shirt. It always felt new when Nate was inside of you. His body molding into yours as he pulled you in closer. Your ass hung off the end of his desk and Nate began a steady rhythm. You were seeing stars and your black colored flats fell from your feet as your toes curled. Nate was fucking you good, the sound of the desk scraping against the floor echoed around the room. Both of your breaths were shallow. Soft kisses being placed to your lips as he worked into you. “Talk to me baby,” Nate whispered in your ear. He sucked at your sweet spot and picked up the pace.

“Right there, Instructor Maloley,” you gasped against his lips. Nate moaned into the crook of your neck. He loved when you called him that, one hand grabbing your thigh and lifting it higher up. You whimpered in pleasure still dirty talking to him. “You fuck me so good you know that?” you asked, “No one else can fuck me like you do.” Nate gave a particularly sharp thrust and you felt the head of his cock brush over your g-spot. It was enough to make your words cut short. The air from your lungs being ripped out of you as he repeated the action. It took all of your strength to not moan out his name. Fingers pulling at his hair and humming out in pleasure. “Keep doing that,” you muttered, beginning to rock back and forth to match his pace. Nate crashed his lips against yours, tongue darting into your mouth and moaning. He was so close to his release and if you kept clenching like you were doing Nate wasn’t going to last very long. 

“I’m nearly there,” he told you, reaching down to rub at your clit. This made you jump in your spot, and you could feel the pleasure intensify. The feeling started at your fingertips and toes, a tingle making your skin feel hot. You softly chanted his name, thighs beginning to shake as your orgasm overcame you. “Yeah right there! Come for me princess,” Nate whispered, still rubbing your clit at a fast pace. You whined in pleasure, head falling back between your shoulders as Nate rode out your high. His thrusts became sloppy and as you continued to clench around him Nate was releasing into you. He pulled you into a feverish kiss to silence his moans, hips rocking into yours to milk the release. After a few minutes Nate’s thrusts slowed to a stop until he was just rested inside of you. Your head rested against his shoulder while you caught your breath. Eyes becoming droopy as exhaustion took over you. “Will you go on a date with me tonight?” he asked, making you smile.

“Only you would ask such a question like after making me cum that hard,” you laughed. Nate laughed at your comment too, finally pulling out of you and making you feel empty at the loss. The two of you were still in the dating phase, but you knew that what you had with him wasn’t just some phase. It would be an understatement for Nate to say he just liked you. Hell he felt more than that and even though the two of you jumped into having sex fast, Nate still wanted to take things slow with you. 

“Me, you, dinner, and then mini-golfing,” he said, handing over your shirt and kissing your forehead. 

“Sounds like a plan,” you smiled, hopping off his desk, so that you could get dressed. “You might want to hurry to your meeting now,” you reminded Nate, glancing at the time on your phone. Nate cursed under his breath, quickly pulling up his pants and grabbing his stuff.

“I’ll call you later okay,” he said, sending a peck to your lips and rushing out the door. You bit onto your bottom lip to hold in your grin. There was only just a month and two weeks left in this course and once it was over you and Nate could date without worry.

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Inks and Pain

     Jack’s grip on your hand was tight as he pulled you behind him towards the tattoo parlor. For months now he had his mind set out on getting a tattoo. He spent a few weeks talking to a tattoo artist; designing his tattoo, consulting on where he wanted it and whether or not it should be in color. Finally he was ready to get the tattoo done. Since it was his first tattoo Jack wanted you to come along as moral support.

“I swear if you pull my hand any harder it’s gonna come off,” you grumbled, feet dragging on the ground as you followed close behind. A smile came across his face and he let go of your hand to open the door for you. 

“Sorry I’m just excited,” Jack said, pulling you into his chest so that he could kiss the side of your head. “Thank you for coming with me,” he said. You rolled your eyes in amusement and gave him a smile. Of course he was excited. All week Jack had been talking about his tattoo and what the design was. You were glad he was getting the tattoo today. Already tired of hearing him rave on and on about it. 

“Gilinsky! You ready for this?” the tattoo artist asked, coming out from behind the counter and patting him on the back.

“Ready than ever,” Jack replied, “This is my girlfriend, Y/N. Y/N this is Scott.” You smiled and shook Scott’s hand. 

“Please tattoo this boy before I strangle him,” you joked making Scott laugh at your words. Jack tugged at your hair playfully and you both were led towards the chair. “Did you remember to eat something?” you asked Jack, “If not I have a pop-tart in my bag and you can munch on that.” As usual Jack expected you to do some type of research. You were never too cautious about something and the fact that Jack was getting a tattoo for the first time made you research everything. It was something Jack both liked and disliked about you. He wasn’t sure which one to think now. Knowing earlier that morning you had messaged him to eat something. 

“I ate food, drank water, please stop worrying,” Jack smiled, taking off his shirt so that the artist could reach the spot he wanted to get inked. You closed your mouth shut, making a zipping motion over your mouth to say you wouldn’t talk anymore. You sat quietly and watched as Scott laid out the layout for the tattoo. 

“Is this good or do you want to change it?” Scott asked, holding up a mirror for Jack to see. Jack gave a nod and handed the mirror back over. Your eyes widened in surprise and you smiled at what he had chosen to get tattooed. Scott began to get the ink out and Jack’s eyes widened when he saw the tattoo gun. 

“Want me to hold your hand?” you questioned, already seeing him tense up. 

“I thought you’d never ask,” Jack sighed, holding out his hand. You grabbed his hand and squeezed it softly. Your face scrunched up as the sound of the tattoo gun started. Jack closed his eyes and his breath hitched in his throat as the needle hit his skin. “Holy fuck that hurts,” Jack groaned, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. You giggled, sending a kiss to his hand in comfort.

You dug two fingers into the Vaseline while your other hand dabbed at Jack’s tender skin. He flinched at the feeling of cold Vaseline landing on his skin. It was day two of him having the tattoo and you’ve been helping him every step of the way. You had never seen him act so much like a baby. Jack had shed a few tears while getting the tattoo and he was even more sensitive afterwards. You weren’t going to tell Jack, but you found it funny about how he was acting. He always put up some front and you found it cute that he needed you at the moment. “It looks nice,” you commented, delicately smearing the Vaseline around.

“It hurts like hell,” Jack sighed with closed eyes. A smile embraced his face as your fingers left his skin. The burning sensation finally cooling down. You wiped your hands on a towel and patted Jack on the shoulder.

“That should stop the itching and please don’t get it wet this time,” you sighed, remembering the instructions Scott had given him. You were about to walk away only to have Jack grab your wrist and pull you back into him. “What?” you softly asked, arms snaking around his neck.

“I just wanted to say thank you,” he hummed, nuzzling his nose into your cheek before giving you a kiss. “Thank you for coming with me, thank you for caring for me, and thank you now.” You grinned at his words and kissed him again. You already knew he was grateful even if he hasn’t said it until now. Either way you were happy to help and just be there to support him.