Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Imagines

Jack-Encounter On The Street (part 1)

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Your POV

I had recently moved to Ireland with my friend (F/N). We've both always loved the idea of rain and cold weather. In fact, living in Kansas before was pretty fun. The thunderstorms were exciting! But now that we lived in rainy Ireland, we were happy. Even though we spent most of our time on our laptops or just talking about things, we went outside a lot. Nature was like our escape from life.

Of course right now I was in a coffee shop, consuming as much caffeine as possible to keep me awake for the rest of the day. I was up all night on my laptop, writing the next chapter in a little story I was working on. I finished my third cup of black Colombian brewed coffee and headed out. I kept my eyes down and my head up. Wanting to look confident but at the same time giving off the vibe of "I'm just minding my own business".

I walked down the sidewalk, passing different shops and buildings as I went. While walking, I pulled out my phone and checked the time, 2:35. I was just putting my phone back in my pocket when I ran into someone, knocking both of us down.

"Are you okay?" I heard a guy with an Irish accent ask. He sounded worried.

I got up and brushed off my jeans. "I should be asking you the same question. But yeah, I'm fine." I replied.

I looked on the ground and saw different wires, foam, and a pair of headphones. I reached down to pick them up and help the man, but he reached down at the same time I did. We both reached for the headphones first and our hands touched. I pulled mine away, not wanting to be rude. He did the same.

"S-sorry." I stuttered, reaching for some wires.

"No, no. It's okay." He said, picking up the headphones and putting them back in his bag.

I grabbed the wires and foam and handed them to him.

"Thanks. And sorry for bumping into you." He apologized.

I looked up at him. He had beautiful blue eyes and the top section of his hair was dyed bright green. He was kinda hot.

"No, it's my fault. I wasn't paying attention, sorry." I said.

"I like your hair though. It's very unique. Green is my favorite color." I said.

He laughed. "Glad you like it. Me and a friend did it for charity. He dyed his hair pink." He said, running his fingers through his hair.

"I didn't catch your name though." He said.

"Oh, uh, I'm (Y/N). What's yours?" I asked.

"I'm Sean, but you can call me Jack if you like. Most people do anyways." He replied, running his hand through his hair again.

"I think I like Sean better. It's less common than Jack. Not that I don't like Jack or anything, but I don't really know anyone named Sean." I said.

He laughed again. His laugh was adorable. "That's okay. Either one is fine." He paused. "Do you have the time?" He asked.

"Uh, yeah. It's about two thirty. Why?" I asked.

"Shit." He mumbled. "I'm sorry, I have to go. It was nice meeting you though. Here." He said handing me a slip of paper and starting to walk away.

"O-okay. Bye then." I said.

He waved. "Bye!" He said, and kept walking.

I unfolded the paper. There was a phone number written on it. I folded it back up and slipped it into my pocket. Looking back the way he was walking, I only saw a silhouette of him, his green hair standing out. I laughed quietly to myself and walked back home.

Jack's POV

That girl is gorgeous. She has beautiful (E/C) eyes and pretty (H/C) hair. I just can't get her out of my head. I gave her my number though. Hopefully she'll call sometime and I didn't freak her out...

Okay! First imagine finished! I know it's short, but it's almost 11 p.m. And it's Christmas, so I'm tired as hell. Anyway, hope you enjoyed it. Hopefully I'll get part 2 out tomorrow or later tonight. Most likely tonight because I'm on my laptop right now anyway. Stay bossome, and I'll see you in the next thing that I write.

~ScarletSepticEye~

P.S. Merry Christmas!!!