Jacksepticeye Imagines

2. Date Night

"Well I'm telling the truth! You're a wonderful kisser."

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You slipped on your favorite red dress and matching heels. You did one last mirror check, and proceeded to the bedroom, where your boyfriend of two years was standing.

"You ready Jack?" You asked while his back was to you.

"Yeah let's go-" Jack's words were cut off as he was stunned.

"You look gorgeous, lass." He said softly in his cute Irish accent.

You blushed. "Thanks."

He held out his hand for you and you took it. Jack didn't tell you where you were going. He had said it was a surprise.

He had brought you to Chez Saratoga, the restaurant where you had first met him.

"This place look familiar?" He asked you.

"How could it not. It's where we first met." You beamed.

"We were both stood up that night." He continued.

"You came to cheer me up." You finish.

You walk in the restaurant hand in hand. You both ordered the same thing: Skirt Steak.

You two finished your meals and he took you to Wright's Playground. It was a summer night, but it was still a bit chilly.

"Here." Jack said, giving you his jacket.

You put his jacket on you and you run to the swings.

"Last one to the swings is a bad kisser!" You say, getting to the swings first.

Jack walked finally made it to the swings and sat beside you.

"I am not a bad kisser!" Jack whined.

"Let me teach you the basics." You say.

You kissed Jack on his soft, soft lips.

"Wow, you're good at this!" Jack laughed.

"Thank you."

"Well I'm telling the truth! You're a wonderful kisser."

"No. I mean thank you for being the best boyfriend in the history of boyfriends." You say.

Jack blushed. "Aw, shucks. It's nothing, really. I'm just really smooth with the ladies."

"Yes. Very smooth." You laughed.

"I love you (Y/N)."

"I love you more, Sean."

You kiss under the moonlight.

Best. Date Night. Ever.