Iplier and Septiceye One-Shots/Imagines

Christmas Carols (Crankgameplays)

Date: January 4th

Day 11

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"Ethan!" you squealed, running and wrapping your arms around your boyfriend.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" he laughed, hugging you back.

"I missed you so much.  It's rough not having you around anymore," you sighed when he let go. "I wish I could have come with you when you moved, but I had school to finish, and-"

"(Y/N), I told you, you don't worry about it.  You're here now, and you've got me for the whole week," he replied with a grin, grabbing your bags and nodding his head to tell you to come inside.  You took off your boots and hat, unzipped your jacket, and closed the door to keep the chilly air out.

"Come in, you're right on time.  I was just about to start dinner," he said as he put your bags near the stairs so you could bring them up later.

"I already ate, Ethan, it's fine," you said, waving him away.

"Are you sure?  I have a lot of food, I had some friends over a few days ago and I still have some leftovers I can warm up," he said, poking his head through the doorway.

"I'm fine," you insisted, walking into his TV room, looking around as he was working in the kitchen.

"Do you want something small, at least?  A snack?"

"Ethan, I'm fine, hon," you smiled, picking up a picture frame of you and Ethan that he took to remember you when he moved. "Your place is really nice.  I just realized that I had never properly visited your place until now," you commented.

"Yeah, it just dawned on me as well.  In that case, welcome," he grinned, walking in with a plate of food in his hands.  After he put it on the table beside the couch, he walked to you and hugged you. "It's been real lonely without you with me, (Y/N)," he whispered.

"I missed you, too, Ethan," you replied, kissing his cheek.  The two of you sat on the couch, with his arm around you and your head on his shoulder.  He started eating his dinner, and the two of you were left in silence.

"So, what have you done without me?" you asked quietly.

"You watch my videos," he answered with a smile.

"I can only see so much through your videos," you shot back, smirking at him playfully.

"Fair enough," he chuckled. "I haven't been doing much, just hanging out with friends and helping Mark and the gang with his stuff.  Then I went on tour with the gang, and then some crazy shi- uh, stuff happened," he said, smiling as if reminiscing about something amazing.

"Sounds fun," you said, looking at him. "And Ethan, why do you always stop yourself from swearing in front of me?"

"I just don't like ruining your innocence," he snickered. You just laughed and nudged him; he chuckled, then took another bite of his dinner.

"You have a good view." You nodded to the balcony outside, with the open curtains and the sun setting on the skyscrapers running along the horizon.

"It's a nice place," he nodded, looking towards where you motioned, "but it's not home without you."

"You're too cute," you smiled, tucking your head into the crook of his neck.

"Do you want to do something?" he asked after a while.

"Well, I heard that you were singing quite well now," you said, looking at the TV even though it was still off. "Why did you never sing to me when you were still living at my place?"

"Ah.  Well, m' dear...." He trailed off, putting his plate down. "I had been practicing."

"Practicing?  For what?" you asked, getting curious about his shenanigans.

"Well... y'know.  For you." His face became slightly flushed, and he looked down, bashful.

"Ethan... you did that?" you whispered.  He nodded, grinning shyly.

"Well, of course," he shrugged, still slightly embarrassed. "Anything for you." He cleared his throat, and you hugged him tightly.

"I'm so lucky to have a guy like you in my life," you whispered in his ear.

"And I'm so lucky to have someone as perfect as you in my life," he chuckled, ruffling your hair with a smile, pecking your forehead. "Now, I think I've been practicing enough.  You wanna hear something I've been working on for you?"

"Of course!  I've never wanted to hear something more in my life," you answered, grinning like a madman with excitement.  He laughed and stood up.

"I'll be right back.  Imma grab my ukelele," he said, winking at you with a sly grin, and ran off to his bedroom.

"Alrighty.  Song of the century.  Let's go," Ethan jumped back in the room with some form of adrenaline coursing through his body, ukelele gripped tightly in his right hand.

"Whoo!" you cheered, clapping for the love of your life.  He bowed with a flourish, and with a little skip, he sat on the couch again.  He plucked a few strings to make sure it was in tune and, after twisting the pegs a bit, he cleared his throat, looking nervous.

"Are ya ready, kids?" he chuckled, trying to diffuse his nervousness.

"You don't have to be scared of playing for me, Ethan," you scolded jokingly.  He laughed apprehensively and looked at his instrument.

"Alrighty.  Let's'a do this." With a deep breath, he played a chord, then another one.  Slowly, he hummed a little tune, then started singing.

"Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful.  Since there's no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.  It doesn't show signs of stopping, and I've brought some corn for popping.  The lights are turned way down low...."

As he strummed the last chord, you started cheering and grinning at him widely.  He let out a breath of relief, running his hand through his hair.

"That was so beautiful, Ethan!" you gushed, hugging him tightly.

"Aw, thanks, darlin'," he said in a Southern drawl jokingly.

"Why were you so scared?" you asked him, lying on his lap. "You're already used to singing for your viewers, what's little ol' me doing to you?"

"Simple.  You're my everything," he whispered, playing with your hair a bit. "I can handle losing a few viewers because they got bored or didn't like my singing, but I could never imagine losing you.  Ever."

"Aw... Ethan.  You never have to worry about that," you whispered.  He smiled at you, looking into your eyes.

"I know.  I love you," he murmured, then planted his lips on yours in a gentle kiss.

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Word count: 1095

I know the gang is on tour as of now, but hush. It's called an imagine for a reason.

And I didn't post this yesterday! I'm so sorry, I thought I did, and then when I went to go post today's, I saw that this wasn't published. What???!