A Date With Markiplier (Mini-Series)

ADWM- Part One

        (Oddly enough, one of my favorite authors,  Constantine-io did something similar on their oneshot book- it was a coincidence, I promise. )

       It's Valentine's Day, also known as National Barricade Yourself in Your Room Because You Don't Have a Date Day...

        Except not this year.

        You see, dear reader, for once you had been talked into the unthinkable. The ever-elusive 'blind date'. Rightfully, you were nervous, because you'd never met the guy.

        What if he was some creep? What if he wasn't what you thought he would be? Or in reality, what if this fellow was a fourteen- year- old girl who was are bored as you were?

        In situations like these, the possibilities were endless.

        Nevertheless, you were too stubborn to back out now, so you had agreed. Now the only things to do were worry, wait for his response...

        And find some proper clothes.

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        As it turns out, you were already impressed with your unseen date. He'd managed to book a reservation at one of the most popular restaurants downtown, and had even called a cab for you when you called to say you may be running late. He sounded painfully shy, so he was probably as worried about this whole 'blind date' business as you were, which was comforting.

        Finishing the last touches on your makeup, you yelped at a loud knock on the door, unfortunately smudging the end of your eyeliner.

        No time. You'd fix it in the cab.

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       "Bonjour!"

       "Ahhh, bonjour! Your table awaits."

        You'd just been greeted by two chipper- looking employees of the restaurant, the one with blue hair handing you a menu, the one without taking your coat. They seemed kind enough, and you thanked them quietly as they lead you to your table.

        Sitting there was probably one of the handsomest men you had ever had the privilege to meet. He was constantly fidgeting, constantly moving- checking his watch, adjusting the candles on the table, folding and unfolding his napkin.

        If you were being honest with yourself, it was... almost endearing, in a way.

        The man nearly jumped in his seat when he caught sight of you, a small blush creeping its way onto his cheeks. "Oh, hi! I've... got something for you." In a single swift motion, he pulled a flower out of his suit jacket, pretending to sniff it. "A rose."

        He handed it to you, and you took it with a small chuckle.

        "You look so familiar..." He said, head tilting to the side. "Have we met?"

        "I think I would have remembered a face like yours," you replied. He reminded you of someone, yes... but it was probably just you jumping to conclusions again. There was no way in the world this guy was anything like the person you were thinking of, anyway.

        But there was no denying that he seemed a bit familiar to you as well...

        "Must be destiny," he joked. A salad plate was placed in front of him by one of the maitre'd, and he yelped a startled "Oh!" before they took it away. He looked a bit disappointed, but turned back to you with a small smile. "Anyways, I'm Mark."

        "(Y/N)," you replied. Something like faint recognition sparked in his eyes, but you brushed it off. Your name was a fairly common one, right?

        "I can't wait to get to know you," Mark said, smiling. "But it feels like I might've-"

        Once again, the man's train of thought had been cut off by more food being passed around the table.

        "- It feels like I might've known you for a long time. But either... Ohh, my... Okay. Um, either way, I can't wait to see what this date has in store."

        Before you could reply, a rather intimidating chef had stalked up behind your date, slamming a check in ridiculously large print on the table. And neither of you had bought anything, too... Mark froze up, mumbling weakly.

        This was going to be an interesting date, to say the least.

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        "Thanks for... um... Thanks for helping me out back there, (Y/N)."

        "Not a problem. All we needed to do was explain that we hadn't bought anything yet."

        "Still, they shouldn't have kicked us out," Mark said, frowning slightly. You shook your head with a smile.

        "It's alright, Mark, I wasn't all that hungry anyways. Spending time with you is just fine."

        "Really?"

        "Really." He blushed again, looking off to the side. Then the anxious man turned back at you, his brown eyes inexplicably lit up.

        "I just... Thanks so much for coming out with me. I mean, you're beautiful..." You weren't sure whether to laugh or not. You, beautiful? Nevertheless, you thanked Mark for the compliment. "Maybe we could go watch a play?"