Markiplier Imagines

65. First Date

This is going to be a Septiplier imagine!! If you don't ship it, or you simply aren't interested, you don't have to read this! Enjoy!! (Some of my inspiration came from Jill.)

"How often does that happen?"

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Mark's POV

I adjusted my bow tie as I checked myself in the mirror. It was my first date with Sean, and I was absolutely nervous! We were going out to a café in Sacramento so we wouldn't draw attention.

Sean and I wanted to be exclusive, but with the fans following us everywhere, it was pretty hard for us to do. I grabbed my keys, hopped in my car, and started to drive.

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When I finally reached the café, I had noticed that Sean's car wasn't there yet, so I decided to walk in and wait for him.

After twenty minutes of waiting, I saw him walk through the door.

And he looked amazing. His dark green faded hair stood out from his black tuxedo t-shirt and blue skinny jeans. I guess he didn't have his contacts, cause he was wearing glasses.

He met eyes with me and smiled. "Hey, Mark!" He waved.

"Hey!" I said, walking over to him. We awkwardly pecked each other's lips. Jack had grabbed my hand.

"You look... amazing..." He said softly, blushing.

"T-thanks! You look pretty hot yourself." I winked. That made him blush even more.

"Thank you... heh..."

"Let's sit, shall we?" I asked.

"Let's!" He replied.

We sat across from each other at an open booth near a huge window. After five minutes of awkward conversation, a busty, blond waitress walked up to us.

"Hey, my name is Stella and I'll be waiting you today. Can I get you guys anything?" She asked.

"I'll have... just coffee. Black." I said. She nodded, writing my order down.

She looked at Sean and smiled. "And, how about you, cutie?" She winked at him.

"Uh, just a hot chocolate for me." He said in his thick Irish accent. Her eyes widened.

"Ooh! You're from Ireland? That's so cute!" She giggled.

"Uh, thanks!" Jack said, reaching over the table to grab my hands. She saw this and rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, whatever." As she walked away I could hear her mumble rude things under her breath.

"How often does that happen?" I asked. Jack sighed;

"Way too often."

"Same here."

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After we finished our drinks, we both decided to take a walk around the area. We didn't really know any good places around Sacramento, so we agreed a walk would be fun.

However, we got lost, like, three times!

As the sun set, Jack had grabbed my hand and entwined his fingers in mine. I did the same. He swung our hands back and forth.

It was so romantic and sweet.

As we walked back to our car in front of the now closed café, I remember him looking into my eyes. As if he was looking directly into my heart.

"Thank you for a wonderful day." He said. He leaned in closer, but he was way too slow.

So, I grabbed him by the shirt, forcing his lips onto mine.

It was the most passionate of all kisses.

I remember his blue eyes being filled with color and wonder.

"That was amazing."

"Like you."

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