Iplier and Septiceye One-Shots/Imagines

Coming Over (Markiplier)

"Hello?" you asked as you picked up the ringing phone.

"Hey, (Y/N). Uh... how are you?" came a familiar voice. Your boyfriend, who lives a street or so away. You grinned, and paced around the living room.

"Not bad. You?"

"Perfectly acceptable," he replied, and you giggled at the British accent. "So... what are you doing right now?"

"Video games," you replied, walking back to whatever you were playing and looking at the pause menu. "Why, you wanna come over?"

"Can I?" he checked, wondering if you were okay with it. You shrugged to yourself.

"I'm okay with whatever, honestly. I'm super bored right now, I played this three times already. Come on over."

"Alright. See ya, then," he said, and hung up. You chuckled to yourself, and resumed playing.

After two or three minutes, you heard your doorbell ringing. You went to open it, and Mark's smile greeted you.

"Hey, baby. How're you doing?" he asked in a low voice, wiggling his eyebrows. You laughed and moved aside so he could come in.

"What do you wanna do? My house is boring," you told him as the two of you walked deeper into your abode.

"Whatever you want. I just missed your pretty face," he smiled, and pulled you closer to peck your cheek. You blushed as his arm wrapped around your waist and bombarded you with more kisses.

"Mark, stop it," you whined, gently nudging him away. He smiled against your forehead, and looked at you with his chocolate eyes.

"Fine," he grinned, and let go. "What were you doing before I got here?"

"I told you this," you reminded him.

"I meant how were you doing?"

"I was finishing a level!" you exclaimed, brow furrowing.

"Well then by all means, don't let me stop you! Finish off, then we'll chat." Your eyes lit up at that, and you ran to your game.

"BYE, I'M OFF TO DO GREAT THINGS!" you screamed at the top of your lungs, and finished the game in record time.

"You're pretty good," Mark commented. "Almost as good as me."

"Way better, Fischbach," you scolded, poking his nose. He chuckled, and took your hand. "Now, how about I show you how to play properly?"

He scoffed, and stared at you. "In your dreams, (L/N). You couldn't last a second against me.

"Oh, yeah? Let's test that theory," you smirked, and handed him a controller.

You lasted much longer than a second against him. As in, ten rounds longer.

"I went easy on you," he laughed, his pearly whites gleaming at you.

"Sure, Mark. Let's go with that," you nodded, rolling your eyes jokingly as you started another round.

When you beat him once more, he turned to you.

"All that going easy on you has tuckered me out. How about we do something else?"

"I have sushi," you told him. His smile widened, if that was remotely possible. You led him to the kitchen and served up some sushi, and you talked and laughed for the rest of the day.

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Word count: 509

Crappy, but I needed to get something out and I felt like writing this. I'm still working on the requests, so if there's a bit more patience, it would be much welcome.