Iplier and Septiceye One-Shots and Imagines - Book 2

Sometimes Dreams Come True (Markiplier)

"You're so beautiful, my darling," he whispered in your ear as the two of you danced around the ballroom, your fingers intertwined around his body, his hands planted firmly around your waist. His black suit was smooth against your fingertips as you trailed your hands up his back to find a better grip, and your own outfit tight against your waist, the man in front of you gripping firmly to keep you close to him. "What did I ever do to deserve your love?"

"Everything in the entire world," you replied to him, staring up into his chocolate eyes. The raven-haired man smiled calmly at you, leaning forward and pressing his lips against the top of your head.

"My love...." he murmured, as your world became blurry. You were forced from your dream with a gasp and a pounding in your chest as your lungs took in an increased amount of air than eight hours before when you fell asleep.

You huffed and groaned, waiting for your eyes to adjust to the light. Rubbing your face, you slowly sat up on the bed, huffing and blinking slowly. You yawned and stretched, feeling your back crack in multiple places, your arms and neck doing the same. After a few minutes of that, you finally stood up and, after gaining your balance after stumbling a few times, walked downstairs to find something to eat.

You walked to the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator to find it bare. Sighing, you closed it and went to the cabinets.

"I really need to go shopping this weekend," you muttered to yourself, scratching your head and grabbing a half-empty box of Lucky Charms. You peeked inside and rolled your eyes; your roommate, who had already left to do her shift somewhere, had eaten all the marshmallows, leaving nothing but the grain behind. You shrugged at her immaturity and poured the cereal, then some milk. After finding a spoon that was relatively clean, you opened your laptop to find the work you were trying to finish last night before giving up.

For some reason, you couldn't concentrate. There was something nagging at the back of your head, but you didn't know why. Maybe it was your dream last night. Yeah, that was it.

You just couldn't remember your dream last night. You knew it was someone dancing, and where, but that was about it.

Chuckling at your bad memory of the matter, you continued breakfast while typing a conclusion for your report that was due in a few days for work. As you were saving and turning your laptop off, planning to do nothing for the rest of the day, your phone buzzed. Confused as to who it would be at this time, you picked it up and answered it.

"Hello?" you asked, your voice still a bit croaky from sleep, even after the breakfast you ate.

"Is this (Y/N)?" a man on the other side of the line asked. His voice sounded vaguely familiar.

"Can I inquire as to who's asking?" you replied, in a half-professional, half-mocking tone.

"I'm a friend of your roommate. My name is Mark," he answered in a cautious voice. "She wanted me to go over to her place to pick something up she forgot. She told me to call you first, though, because...." He paused and said the next words slowly and carefully. "...because she knows that if anyone comes in unannounced, you'll rip their tongue out."

"I don't... actually do that," you chuckled between words. "It's an expression."

"So I figured," he chuckled. "Anyway, I'm just going to hop over for a few minutes, and you'll have to open the door for me. Is that alright with you?"

"What do you look like? Just so I know who it is when I see you."

"Uh... well, I'll be wearing glasses. I'll have a grey NASA sweater on, and I have black hair," he answered as you heard fidgeting. "You got all that?"

"Sure, sure. Head on over, I'll open up for you," you smirked. "See you." You hung up first and dropped the phone beside the empty bowl, looking out the window and noticing that the sun was already pretty high up in the sky, making you wonder what time it was, and how long it had been since you woke up. Checking your watch, you just noticed it was just after ten in the morning, so your roommate should have been at work around half an hour ago.

After scrolling down Instagram for a few minutes, you checked the clock and found that it had only been three minutes. This Mark character should be arriving in a good seventeen minutes, with the traffic outside, so you decided to get dressed so you didn't look like a complete slob when he got to your front door.

As soon as you slipped on a flannel over your t-shirt, there was a knock at the door.

"Coming!" you called to the person you hoped was Mark, running to the door and pulling it open. He looked up from the ground and smiled a toothy smile.

"Hi. I'm Mark," he said. You were speechless but nodded, stepping back to let him in. He stared at you strangely but walked in. "I shouldn't be more than a few minutes, your friend keeps her stuff hidden pretty well from what I've heard."

"Y-yeah, that happens sometimes," was all you could say.

That was the man from your dream.

But that couldn't be true; you had never met him before. Your friend had never even mentioned his name before, so why had you dreamt of him just to see him this exact day?

"I've never heard about you before. So what's your story?" you asked. He just smiled and shrugged.

"I make videos for a living, and I just happened to meet your friend at a... thing that we both went to. It's a thing," he muttered vaguely, checking under some notebooks on your roommate's desk. "Do you know where it is?"

"I have no clue whatsoever what you're actually looking for," you pointed out. He blinked, and laughed, shaking his head.

"Right, right. Sorry about that, I'm really absent-minded right now. Um, yeah, your roommate said she dropped her travel mug somewhere here while she was getting dressed. She loves her coffee," he explained with a chuckle.

"Yeah, you don't have to tell me," you giggled. "It should be in there." You pointed to her closet, and Mark turned to you skeptically.

"Is it alright if I...?" he asked uncertainly. You shrugged.

"Should be. We cleaned up last night, so there shouldn't be anything too dirty. Well, relatively, at least." Mark hesitated a bit, so you smiled and walked to the closet. "Test passed." You opened the closet and took out the mug, which was lying on the ground beside a pile of neatly folded laundry. "Here you go, Mark."

"...Thanks." His eyes were confused, but there was an uncertain smile on his face. "I think."

"I just wanted to make sure you weren't a creep or anything on my friend."

"I would never hurt Amy," he promised. You smiled and nodded, stepping back. "Thanks again."

"You take good care of her today, yeah? Or you'll be hearing from me," you warned jokingly, tapping your temple knowingly.

"I'll keep that in mind." With a wave and a smile, he walked out the door, travel mug in hand. You grinned to yourself, knowing that your Peebles had just found herself a beautiful man. With a content smile, you finally remembered what your dream was.

"You're so beautiful, my darling," Mark whispered to Amy as they danced, arm in arm, as the night grew longer and the wedding became more and more romantic, you sitting at the maid of honour's seat while the newlywed's had their first dance together, glittering rings on their fingers like sparkling stars.

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Word count: 1306

I wrote this at eleven at night, I had orchestra practice and a test in the morning. If you guys can come up with a title for me, I'll gladly change it in a heartbeat.