Jacksepticeye Imagines

First "I Love You"

Word Count: 723

You were never really afraid of saying, "I love you."

I mean, sure, confessing to someone is terrifying. It scared the hell out of you. Made your heart beat fast and your stomach churn. You feared rejection. But you were already in a relationship with Jack. Pretty soon, it would be three months since he asked you out (and thank God for that because you weren't going to have the courage to ask him any time soon).

You didn't understand what the big deal was. If you're dating someone, shouldn't they already know you love them, and vice versa? You knew you loved Jack only a few weeks after becoming friends. You were out with a group of friends and it was just something about the way he smiled. Only, you'd convinced yourself that it was platonic love, which it was not.

You came to the conclustion that some people are still scared of rejection. But you knew love isn't just a noun. It's a verb. You don't just say it. You show it, experience it, feel it. So why are people so afraid to say it when they show it anyway? Maybe it's the commitment. Bad past relationships. Not wanting to scare their partner away.

So no, you weren't scared of saying, "I love you," or showing it. As you thought of this, you realized that neither of you have said the phrase to each other. You expressed your love mostly through touch and soft words. You're naturally just a very touchy-feely person.

Jack invited you over to his flat because his flatmate was out for the day. You were cuddling on the couch, rewatching Attack On Titan. The current episode was almost over and you were struggling to keep your eyelids open. The warmth and comfort you felt because of Jack wasn't making it any easier to stay awake. Jack noticed and chuckled.

"We can stop here, it's okay. We've both seen this before," Jack said quietly, his mouth close to your ear.

"Mmh," you responded, reaching to grab your phone from the coffee table. Good God it was late. "I have to go," you groaned, sitting up. Jack's hand didn't leave your waist.

"I don't think that's a good idea. Why don't you just crash here for tonight?"

You contemplated the suggestion before agreeing. He smiled and stood up from the comfortable position, stretching his arms up. "Alright, you can have my bed. I'll take the couch, just let me grab a pillow and a blanket." He was about to jog upstairs but you stopped him.

"We could both sleep in your bed, if you're comfortable with that," you told him, getting a bit flustered for some reason. "If you're okay with it, I am," he responded with a smile, walking back to you and pulling you up to your feet.

At first, Jack was laying a little stiff in his bed, not wanting to take up to much room. "You don't have to lay like that," you giggled as he turned his head to look at you, nervously laughing as he positioned himself more comfortably. You found his hand and grabbed it, pulled it close to your chest. His other hand brushed your cheek and you sighed, content with the silence and gentle touches.

"Good night," Jack cooed. You could hear him smiling through his words. And you knew Jack loved you with every fiber in his being. He was probably like most people, still scared of rejection. You wondered why though. You thought you made it clear that you loved him by your actions. Maybe all it would take for him to be comfortable saying the phrase is if you said it. If he knew you loved him, he wouldn't be scared of rejection anymore, right? You decided to test your theory.

"Goodnight," you slurred sleepily. You absentmindedly rubbed your thumb over his palm. "I love you," you continued. For a few seconds, Jack was silent, and suddenly you knew why so many people were scared of commitment. Your heart beat loudly in your chest and you wondered if Jack could hear it.

"I love you, too," he responded quietly and you sighed in relief. You released his hand and lazily slung your arm over his waist with a smile on your face.

"I know."