Jacksepticeye Imagines

5 Hours

You were at the airport for two hours before you finally got to board your plane. You found your seat; it was an isle seat beside only one other, which was empty for the moment. The flight was going to be roughly five hours long. You had a lot of ground —or should I say sky— to cover from Los Angeles to New York City. A few people walked past you to get to their seats, but you noticed that someone stopped right beside you. You glanced at them and politely shifted to let them by. 

The person shakily sat down and immediately buckled their seat belt. You got a look at their face. The man sitting beside you looked more like a little boy in the moment. He was trembling and tugging on his sleeves. You thought he looked cute. You were once told by your friend that you had weird taste in men, so you discretely took a picture of him and sent it to your friend. "He's quite a mess right now, but he's cute, no?" you sent. She replied almost immediately. "For once, it seems like you found a good one!"

You figured that he was deathly afraid of flying, so you conjured up a way to comfort him. You turned to him. "Never flown before?" You asked him softly with a sweet smile. He looked at you, his face relaxing only a bit.

"Is it that obvious?" He chuckled. You smiled and shrugged.

"I fly all of the time. There's nothing to worry about." You lightly patted his arm. The plane was about to take off. It was speeding down the runway and the nose slowly tilted upward. As the aircraft left the ground, the man grabbed your hand. You didn't mind.

Once the plane was flying above a layer of clouds, he seemingly became less tense. You leaned forward to get a look out of the small window, an excited smile on your face. The stranger suddenly became aware of his surroundings, and mostly you. He blushed as his glanced down at your hand, your fingers intertwined with his. He pretended not to notice and adverted his eyes back outside. You smiled to yourself.

Your hands only left each others when he needed both of his to pick up his book bag. He dug around for his phone and plugged in earbuds, and you noticed that he was still shaking. He put the earbuds in and started listening to music, setting his bag down and laying his arm on the armrest, palm-up, between you two. After almost ten minutes, you put two and two together and realized he wanted to hold your hand again. You glanced down at his hand, palm-up and slightly open. You rested your chin on your hand, looking away so he couldn't see you blush, and slid your free hand into his. He gave your hand a small squeeze.

When the plane landed after the long trip, he slid a piece of paper into the pocket of your coat, smiling and waving as he walked to the luggage claim area. You took out the paper and read it. He'd written his phone number and his name. You programmed his number into your phone and sent him a quick text, simply saying, "hi, my name is (y/n) by the way :)"

You got a text back in seconds. "Hello (y/n)!"

And then you received a second message. "Oh and I saw you sneak a picture of me, so I hope it's okay that I took one of you!" 

(A/N) Ahhhgg sorryyyy I'm really tired again. I was out all day and I've been writing this for like an hour now. Hope ya likeee. I'm going to sleep now.