Jacksepticeye Imagines

Arranged Marriage (2)

Word count: 852

Midnight.

Seán quietly tapped on your door to let you know the coast was clear, and you got out of bed. You changed out of your nightgown, which you only put on to make your father think you were actually going to sleep, into a dress that reached just below your knees, high socks (because showing skin is taboo idk), and you grabbed some lace-up boots. You pulled on a thin jacket and picked up two bags that you packed. When you came out of your room, Seán was waiting in the hallway. It was dark as all of the lights had been turned off. You followed him out of your house, tiptoeing in your socks. As you walked through the front door, your hand lingered on the doorframe, as if saying a silent goodbye to the house. You quickly put on your boots and smiled up at Seán. He returned the gesture and you melted at the sight of his warm smile. You both walked down the dirt road, Seán taking one of your bags without you asking him to. You slipped your arm around his, your hand gently holding onto his arm.

"Do you think he'll hate me?" you asked. He glanced at you before returning his gaze to the road.

"Hate you? No, you're too cute to hate. He'd probably be cross," he rationalized, shooting you a sympathetic grin. "Though, he'll probably request my head on a sliver platter," Seán chuckled.

You gasped and your eyes widened as you turned your head abruptly to look at him. "That's not funny," you squeaked, frowning.

"I was just joking!" he defended.

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You both walked for maybe two hours before you spotted a gas station. Gas stations meants telephones. Telephones meant calling for a cab. You grabbed some snacks as Seán used the phone. You were looking at the beverages when his arms snaked around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder. You smiled and rested your hands over his, glad you weren't going to marry a stranger. Maybe you'd even marry Seán one day.

You both sat in a cab for an hour or so until you were a few cities away from home. You paid the driver (you may have stolen some money from your father) and Seán opted to pay for a hotel room.

Seán flopped down on the hotel bed. You grinned and quickly took off your boots. You followed suit, landing on Seán's back, earning an "oof" and laughter from him. He bucked you off and wrapped his arms around you, pressing his face into your neck.

"I'm so happy you agreed to run away with me," he sighed.

"How long have you wanted to?" you asked him, brushing your fingers through his hair. He pondered for a moment. "A few years," he answered.

"A few years? Seán you've only lived with us for a few years-" you smiled and began to giggle. "Are you telling me you've been crushing on me all this time?"

"N-no," he pouted, his face turning a similar shade to tomato red. You shifted so that you could see each other's faces. "I've liked you for a while too," you admitted.

"I know."

"What do you mean you know?!"

He chuckled. "Well (Y/N), you're very blushy and giggly around me. It wasn't hard to deduct."

You covered your face with your hands, laughing. "Oh my Goddd,"

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By the time you both actually went to sleep, it was three o'clock in the morning. Seán woke up around seven, and woke you up at eight.

"We've gotta keep moving."

So you both sat cabs for another two hours, until you were in another state. There, you started your life with Seán. You both moved into a cozy apartment, where you could enjoy each other's company without having to worry about being caught by your father. Seán actually proposed to you a few months later. And you got married a year and a half later.

Arranged marriage was outlawed a few months after you got married to Seán. And a few months after that, same-sex marriage became legal, which didn't really affect you or Seán at the time because you were married, but it was a nice feeling that other people could now marry their loved ones if they couldn't before.

But it didn't affect you later in life, when you gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, who you named Noah. Noah never really had a "coming out" moment because he never had to hide it from you or Seán. At the age of twenty-seven, Noah got married to a man named Emanuel.

In your old age, you and Seán were still blessed with grandchildren, because Noah and his husband decided to adopt two children and they often visited.

You didn't want to imagine what your life would have been like if you'd gone through with the arranged marriage, but you couldn't imagine anything could be better than this.

(A/N) two updates in one night whoo! Well it's technically the next day but shhh. I really liked writing this (both part 1 and 2) it was fun!