Iplier and Septiceye One-Shots and Imagines - Book 2

Lunchtime Shenanigans (Multiple)

"No! Give it back!" Seán shouted, laughing his ass off as you kept running through the pillars of the school. In the background, Chase Brody, Mark, and Marvin were chortling, watching the entertainment. Your grin just grew wider as you dodged a grab at the glove, running back to Mark, who was just coming out of the washroom.

"Mark, he's harassing me!" you yelped, hiding behind him. "Protect me!"

"(Y/N) stole my glove!" Seán told Mark.

"I don't see any glove," he grinned, looking at you. You waved at him innocently, and he waved back.

"Look at the other hand!" he cried. You switched hands to hold the other glove and waved at Mark again. He waved back.

"I don't see any glove," he chuckled.

"Yeah, Jack, I don't have the glove!" you called, making his eyes widen in shock as the two of you circled around Mark.

You ran towards the stairs and hid behind Darkiplier.

"WHERE'S MY GLOVE?" Seán asked.

"I DON'T KNOW!" you screamed back. Dark watched the situation in amusement.

"I KNOW YOU KNOW WHERE IT IS!" Jack yelled.

"I DON'T!"

"IT'S MINE!"

"I DON'T CARE!"

"WHERE IS IT?"

"I DON'T KNOW!"

"You guys are actually goals," Dark smirked, making you growl and throw your sweater at him. He screamed like loudly, making you, Seán, and Amy start dying of laughter.

"Did you just get scared of her sweater?" Amy laughed.

"I thought it was a baby or something!" Dark huffed, making you laugh even more.

"Alright, now give me my glove!" Seán demanded, holding out his hand.

"I don't have it!" you still insisted, running away back to Mark, who had gone back to the other egos.

"Mark's my bodyguard! If you hit me, you hit him!" you squealed, running behind Mark and hiding behind him. The Korean man looked up at the two of you, surveying the scene.

"Yeah. And if you hit me, I'll hit you," he joked, grinning madly.

"Fine. I'll just wait." The Irishman sat down near a pillar and smirked at you.

"Fine. I'll just have to stay near Mark the whole time, then," you giggled, holding up the glove mockingly. Seán just chuckled, crossing his arms.

"Go, tiger!" Chase just shouted, pushing Seán towards you.

"Hey!" he cried, running after him. The two play-chased each other for a while, and you were stuck watching them while standing near Mark. He was on his phone, playing some game or other. You were tempted to talk to him, but you didn't know what, so you stayed silent, just smiling at him whenever he wasn't looking.

"Okay, okay. Where's my other glove?" Seán whined after a while, standing near you and holding out his hand.

"I only have one glove. Go ask Anti," you prodded, honestly having no idea where the other half of the pair was. He glared at you jokingly, then stomped off, looking for the prankster demon. Mark smiled at you, and you grinned back.

"Okay, Anti said he gave it back to you," Seán told Henrik.

"I gave eet back to Chase!" he defended himself, cackling as well. Seán looked to Chase, who just shrugged.

"I honestly have no idea where it is now," he told the YouTuber. You chuckled as Seán struggled to find the other glove, proud that you had the other one in the first place.

"NO! My water bottle!" Seán cried as Bingiplier ran off with his reusable bottle. "Give it back, Bing!"

"Never, man!" he laughed, running down the hall.

"No!" Seán yelled, grabbing it from the search engine and sprinting the opposite direction, right back to you.

"If you move any more towards me, I'm gonna step back and fall on Mark!" you screamed, backing up from Jack.

"Then don't back up!" he grinned, lunging for the glove. You evaded it again, hiding behind Mark.

"Mark, he's harassing me!" you shrieked, making him grin.

"Seán, don't be mean," Mark scolded.

"But (Y/N) stole the glove in the first place!" he whined.

"You threw it at me!" you pointed out.

"You just threw a glove at (Y/N), Seán?" Mark asked, shaking his head in a disappointed manner. "Shame on you." Seán just huffed while you laughed, gripping tightly onto the glove.

"Alright, alright, you Irish boy. Have your glove back," you nodded, tossing it to him.

"Thank you," he acknowledged. "Now, where's my other glove?"

"I actually don't know this time," you said truthfully. He just shook his head, chuckling, and walked away, putting his water bottle back in his bag.

The bell rang, and Mark looked up from his phone, putting it in his pocket as the others went away. "Where's Seán?"

"He left," you told him.

"Oh. I had a present for him." He held out his hand, and there was the other glove, scrunched up to fit his fist. "I didn't even say goodbye."

"Mark Edward Fischbach, you are perfect," you grinned, taking the glove from him as you walked with him to your next class. He just smiled, staying quiet at that.

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Word count: 842

Alright, I'll leave you with this until I get something else out.