#prank blurbs!

[fluentmoviequoter]

Cheating Cheater Who Cheats

prank blurb! (word count unknown) fluff.

Tim is working late, so you do what anyone in your position (bored and missing your boyfriend) would do. You start watching pointless videos on your phone. When you see one titled “Cheater Prank,” you stop swiping to watch it.

“I know you’re cheating on me,” the girl in the video says.

The man entering the room behind her looks terrified, offended, and confused all at once. He quickly finds his words and rushes to her side.

“Baby, no. I would never. Here, check my phone, do whatever you want.”

He presses his cell phone into her hands, and she tries to stop him and explain, but he continues to promise her that he would never.

Tim’s front door opens, and you turn your phone off and slide it into your pocket as you turn to the kitchen sink and begin drying dishes.

“Hey,” Tim greets.

“Hi,” you reply shortly.

“I missed you,” Tim sighs as he enters the kitchen beside you.

“I know you’re cheating,” you say.

Tim doesn’t reply, but he freezes beside you. You don’t look at him out of fear that you’ll give yourself away.

“You’re a cheater, Tim- a- a cheating cheater who cheats,” you add.

“You don’t know that,” Tim says finally.

His defensive tone catches you off guard, and your brows pull together as you turn toward him.

“What does that mean?”

“You don’t know that I’m cheating on you because I’m not,” Tim clarifies. His intensity is new, but you welcome it because the insistence that he isn’t cheating on you comes from love and, more than likely, confusion.

“Tim,” you begin.

“Why do you think that? Did I miss something, did someone say something?”

“They didn’t need to.” You’re not sure why you’re still pushing, but when Tim reaches out and pulls you close, you’re ready to drop the act and kiss him.

“I’m not cheating,” he says again.

“I know,” you whisper, pressing your hands against his chest.

“You…” Tim tilts his head to the right and narrows his eyes at you to ask, “You do?”

“I saw a video where a girl said it,” you explain softly. “And her boyfriend started promising that he wouldn’t. I just thought it would be fun to try.”

“Was it?”

“You didn’t say you wouldn’t.”

“Because you know I wouldn’t.”

You nod, and Tim ducks his chin to kiss you. Smiling into the kiss, you welcome his affection and are happy to give him a proper welcome.

“I love you,” Tim states firmly.

“I know.”

“Say it back. Right now,” Tim demands with a growing smile and a tightening grip on your waist.

“I love you, Tim,” you promise with a laugh.

He pulls you away from the dishes and sighs in relief from the end of a long week, and the assurance that you know him better than anyone else.

#prank blurbs! #tim bradford x reader #tim bradford fluff #hanna's blurbs

[ilovepaigebueckerss]

tiktok prank

reader x p.b

summary: reader does that one tiktok prank where you call your partner by your exes name (short blurb)

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you propped your phone up and then started the 3s timer.

“okay, so everyone is asking how we met so we’re finna tell yall” you say to the camera, smiling big.

“okay bro- paige, go ahead” you say, cutting yourself off to make it seem like it just slipped out.

paige’s smile faded, and your trying to hold in your laugh.

“who?” she asks, attitude laced in her tone.

“i said paige, now go ahead and tell them baby.”

paige side eyes you, knowing good and and damn well you didnt say paige.

“girl stop playing with me” she says laughing, knowing you’re just trying to get a reaction out of her.

“okay whatever, so anyways” you say continuing the story. “me and brooke met back in-“

“cut the damn cameras” paige says cutting you off. you couldn’t help but bust laughing.

“okay, okay” you say still laughing, trying to catch your breath. you stop the recording and continue to laugh.

“that was not funny” paige says, trying to hide her laugh.

“sorry” you say still laughing, then givng her a quick peck on the cheek.

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comments:

@paigebueckersss: yall play too much😭😭

@ilovey/n: no cause you could see the fear in y/n’s eyes after she said that😭😭

@icebrady: yall know paige dont play about her girl🤣

@ilovekkarnold: i love them so much its crazy

@kkarnold: paige really said “cut the cameras” 😂😂😂

@wowowow: okay i actually wanna know how they met tho..

see more…

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[bunnyteetharry]

Boyfriend

summary: pranking Harry with the “calling your husband boyfriend” trend

warnings: none? light spanking, use of brat

pairing: husband!arry x wife!reader

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It was late into the afternoon

You were sprawled on the couch bundled up in your favorite sage blanket with the TV playing on low volume as background noise

You were scrolling mindlessly on TikTok when you came across a video of a women calling her husband boyfriend right in front of him and getting the funniest reaction, you were dying to do this to Harry and what better timing then to do it now that he’s been more at home since taking a mild break from touring and going to the studio here and there when he feels like it

You knew he was in the home library catching up on his tbr stack that you collecting for him whilst he was touring

It was a thing you did for one another

Grabbing books or nicknacks that you knew the other would enjoy

Earlier you asked if he was feeling hungry for anything and you both agreed on ordering in so you made your way towards the room he was in, your idea was to order food in front of him but in actually you’re just going to be on a fake call with the camera facing him

“Baby!” You called out as you entered “Yes m’love” he hummed grabbing his bookmark and placing the book on the side wooden table that was next to him

“Did you want to get Chinese food for dinner tonight?” He smiled and nodded “Yeah that sounds great, did you want me to called them?” shaking your head you pulled out your phone from your pocket “Ill do it you just continuing reading” you smiled widely and plopped down next to him on the small brown crouch with pink flowers printed all around it, you had picked it out together when you passed by a garage sale in your neighborhood

He looked at you suspiciously as he knew you didn’t like making phone calls when it comes to ordering or phone calls in general since it freaked you out but this time he just decide to brush this off and picked up his book

In the middle of your fake order that’s when the prank began

“Yes, and my boyfriend would like to get the same thing except with fried rice for the second side”

Harry paused for a minute, not quite sure he heard you correctly but as he slowly started to register what you had said his eyebrow rose, his jaw was clench and he had a smirk rising up on his face

What was going through his head, you didn’t know, but were you excited to see how this was going to play out? oh defiantly

“Okay perfect, thank you!” You ‘ended’ the call and founded Harry starring blankly at you

“Yes?” You smiled and giggled “Boyfriend huh?” He had this dark look casted over his eyes that made you laugh even more ‘Oh this is funny to you” you covered your mouth as you smiled “I did nothing wrong” he hummed and nodded before placing his book back down and wrapping his hands tightly around your ankles pulling you right to him, it was a small couch so you were dragged immediately to him

You screamed out laughing as he hovered above you, pushing down your arms to your side as he trapped your legs between his thighs to stop you from ever kicking

He flipped you around and you immediately screamed again “No Harry I’m sorry!” he ignored your pleases and continued, roughly he smacked your ass, part of you was happy you had clothes on so the impact didn’t hurt as much but at the same time this man is stronger than you

“You’re a brat” he mumbled sitting back down “It was funny admit it” you crawled onto his lap and positions his face to look at you, he smiled and rolled his eyes, giving you a soft peck

“I’m your husband, understand? Have been for four years, not some fucking boyfriend anymore” he nuzzled his head towards your neck lightly pressing kisses “Mm definitely can’t post this” his head perked up “Post what?” you immediately slid off his lap and ran out of the room

“Nothing!”

a/n: wasn’t feeling it half way but enjoy! also I’m taking request if anyone wants to suggest anything :)

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[watermelonlovershigh]

i seen a trend online where the girl pretends to have a tampon stuck in her and asks her boyfriend if he's get it out. do you think you could write something like that with harry in it?

-🌼

TikTok Prank on Harry /blurb/

AN: i think that trend is very telling on what kind of partner these women have lol. love that trend but some of them i feel are staged. anyways i hope you enjoyed this and make sure to leave your feedback.

This story contains: mentions of a stuck tampon, mentions of blood, fluff, inuidos of sex at the end

{ husband!harry - softrry - no kids - current harry era }

word count: 662

You decide to do the viral tiktok trend on Harry where you tell him you got your tampon stuck and need his help removing it to see his reaction.

"Harry," you call from the bathroom, "can you come here for a second?" You'd seen this trend on TikTok where these women were pranking their boyfriends or husbands into thinking they got a tampon stuck inside of them to see if their partner would help them retrieve it or not. So of course you had to try this prank out on your husband.

A minute later the bathroom door creaks open and Harry asks, "Yeah?" once he steps fully inside. His view is of you wrapped in a towel, sitting on the closed toilet seat because you were about to take a shower. He thinks you look beautiful right now, but you'd be even more beautiful without that white fluffy towel you have wrapped around your torso.

Looking up innocently at your sweet, sweet husband, you fib, "So um, I kinda have a problem. You see, before my shower I was gonna remove my old tampon but I can't find it."

Harry looks at you with a confused expression. "What'd you mean you can't find it?"

Dragging the lie on, you continue, "The string, Harry. I went to pull it out but the string is gone. It must have went up too far inside me or something."

Now looking concerned, Harry starts, "So...." He's still slightly confused as to what you're needing him to do about your situation.

Huffing out of fake annoyance, you finally ask, "Can you help me? Like see if you can pull it out?" You're not gonna lie, you are kind of scared to know his reaction. He could be one of the sweet and generous partners you see in those videos where he's fully up for helping. Or he could be one of those partners who is disgusted by the idea of helping with that problem.

Without second thoughts, Harry steps closer to you and says, "Oh yeah, of course. Just gonna need you to tell me how far I need to reach my fingers up there." Okay, its confirmed. You did marry the perfect man. He begins to kneel in front of you and pulls his right sleeve up because he really thinks he's needing to help fish out your bloody tampon.

"Baby, baby, baby." you repeat over and over again, looking down with love in your eyes. You've got to stop the lie before it goes too far.

"What? M'gonna help you but you're gonna need to drop the towel and spread your legs." Though it sounds dirty out of context, you know Harry meant that with pure and innocent intent.

You reach forward and place your hands on his shoulders. "Baby, I was kidding. It was a prank. I don't actually have a tampon stuck inside me. I just wanted to tell you that to see if you'd actually help me if I really did have one stuck or not."

Relief washes over Harry's features because though he'd help you in a flash, he also wasn't excited about having to pull out your lost, bloody tampon. "Well of course I would've helped, love. How else would you've gotten it out, besides a trip to the doctors. I'd do anything for you."

You lean over and press a kiss to his lips which accidently makes your towel fall off your body. Harry grabs your hips to stabilize his squatting position and once the kiss turns into something more heated, you pull away and request, "Come get in the shower with me. I'm not actually on my period either."

Without much thinking, Harry quickly stands up and starts to shed his clothes off. He's never gonna pass up the offer of showering with his wife. "My love, I would have gotten in the shower with you even if you were on your period, you know." And when he's fully naked, you stand up from the toilet seat and walk hand in hand into the walk-in shower where your heated kisses continue and much, much more begins.

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[doobledabbadoo]

another anthro htf art dump teehee

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[harrywavycurly]

i love love the Eddie texts!! imagine doing the gotta go my own way prank on him 😭😭😭

Hiii babes! I’m so glad you love them! I legit get so happy making them😂 I hope you enjoy this and sorry if I did it wrong🙈💖

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[fjb-blurbs]

Kushina: Do we have the glitter?

Kakashi: Yep.

Kushina: Duct tape?

Rin: Check!

Kushina: Honey?

Minato: Yes dear?

Kushina: ……

Minato: Rude… Yes I have the honey.

Kushina: …And my fuinjutsu seals?

Obito: Right here! I have the slime and the food colouring too!

Kushina: Excellent, now let’s go fuck shit up~

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[astars-things]

Jealous

This summer was different for you, you were going back to Michigan as Jack Hughes’ fiancée. You and Jack have been dating since you were 17 and on the 02-02-22 he popped the very special question “will you marry me?” Of course you said yes. 

As the day was coming to the end at the lake house you, Ellen and Quinns girlfriend Maddie were sitting on the back patio drinking wine and talking about every topic in the world while the boys were all hanging in the yard laughing around the fire. Jack really wanted to cuddle in front of the fire but you wanted to have a girl chat with Ellen and Maddie. 

You could sense Jack was jealous so could Ellen. 

“I can feel jack starring at us.” Maddie whispered 

“Yeah I think he is jealous cause I’m giving you guys all my attention” You whispered back 

4 minutes later your cup of wine was leaving your hands and two muscular arms wrapped around your stomach and lifted you up knowing it was jack you slightly relaxed but still let out a screech 

“Jack Rowden Hughes put me down right now” You yelled as Jack was walking towards the lake 

“Jack you will sleep alone tonight if you dump me in this water” you say with more passion, you really thought he was going to put you down but no he threw you into the slightly warm water so this was your time to get revenge 

“JACKKK I CAN’T FIND MY RING IT’S GONE” you screamed and even had tears rolling down your face to make it more believable 

“OMG I’m so sorry y/n” Jack said before he jumped into the water to try and find your engagement ring that was still on your finger along with the promise ring he gave you on your 2 year anniversary. As jack was trying to search for your ring you decided prank was over when his friends started running over to help. When you broke down into laughter Jack looked at you like you were insane 

“J-jack guys I didn’t loose my ring I just wanted to get revenge” you say in-between laughs and everyones face went from panic to calm 

“OMG y/n I thought you were serious” 

“Holy Shit that’s not funny” 

“Good one y/n” 

Was going around as soon as you and Jack got out of the water. 

“Your still sleeping on the sofa Jack hope you know that” you say when you hug Jack 

“Yeah I know, I kind of guessed that” 

Requests are open 

Love you 

Reblog x

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[messrsdevi]

The doors to the infirmary were firmly shut, charmed by Dumbledore himself. Peter sat to the left of the doors. Sirius was to the right, firmly out of Moony's sight. The sun was still rising with no students in sight.

"Sirius," Peter said, anger and frustration seeping through. Sirius looked up from his knees, eyes red. "Stop bloody crying."

"I—..." Sirius gulped.

"You're bloody insane, you know that, right? You remember what it took for Moony to just let us see him after a moon."

Sirius didn't defend himself.

"Snape almost fucking died. He almost died Sirius! James in there with Moony, bloody and battered saving the asshole. Do you know how Moony will react seeing James, because I've got a bloody good idea."

"I'm sorry," Sirius said softly.

"Sorry doesn't cut it, and you're saying it to the wrong fucking person."

"Peter, please."

Peter looked away, fists clenched. "We're supposed to be his family. We're the Marauders."

"I just—"

"Just fuck off, Sirius. Please, just fuck off."

#marauders era #marauders #writing #blurb #peter pettigrew #sirius black #the prank

[adrienneleclerc]

Can You Get Out?

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N asks Charles to get out the room so she could change after watching a TikTok to see his reaction

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: probably most of my blurbs will be based on TikToks, I don’t know if I should continue writing fluff or start dabbling in angst. SAME UNIVERSE AS “say it back”

(His confused face when she asked him to leave)

Y/N and Charles were in the bathroom that connects to their bedroom, both of them were styling their hair.

“Hey muñeco, Can you get out real quick? I’m gonna change,” Y/N said and Charles left the bathroom for a few seconds and then popped his head back in.

“Why do I have to leave?” Charles asked.

“Because I want to change into something more presentable if we are going to have brunch with your family.” Y/N said slowly. “So Can you please get out.”

“No, I don’t think I will.” Charles said, leaning against the wall.

“Muñeco, meta, i Don’t have time for this, just leave.” Y/N said.

“Mon ange, just change with me here, It’s nothing I haven’t seen.” Charles said and Y/N threw her face towel at him, he catches it before it hits his face. “You see, Mon ange? You’re wasting time fighting me while you could have already been changing your top while I just admire the view.”

“Muñeco…” Y/N starts whining, he was not making this easy.

“Ma Belle, that bed” Charles pointed to their bed “is unmade for a reason. Did you forget what happened 10 minutes ago?” Charles asked cheekily and Y/N started cackling.

“I can’t believe you said that.” Y/N said between laughs, covering her face in disbelief. “Muñeco, it was a prank, you don’t have to leave, but can you pass me my top that’s hanging on the closet?”

“Of course, Mon ange.” Charles did as he was asked, getting the top with its hanger and everything. He handed it to Y/N and kissed her. “Do I get a show?”

“Down, boy, we Don’t want to be late.” Y/N said before she changed her top. “How do I look?”

“Beautiful as always.” Charles said before he kissed her and they left the apartment.

The End

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[fluentmoviequoter]

Premium Air

prank blurb! (word count unknown) fluff.

You forced Tim Bradford into physical affection before he accepted his fate and asked you out. That’s how he remembers it, at least.

Now, you sit beside him, with your fuzzy sock-clad feet pressed to the side of his leg.

“Oh, I finally took my car to the shop,” you murmur.

“Did they figure out what was making that noise?” Tim asks.

“What noise?”

“Just because you keep your music turned up to 100 and refuse to acknowledge the noise doesn’t mean it wasn’t there,” Tim huffs.

“Fine, yeah, there was a noise. The guy said one of my tires had really low pressure and needed to be rotated. He gave me a really good deal, though.”

“How good?”

“He rotated the tires and inflated them with premium air at a huge discount.”

Tim stiffens beside you and drops his phone to his thigh, the sports article he’d been reading immediately forgotten.

“Put what in your tires?” he asks slowly.

“Premium air. He said it would keep them inflated longer and keep the noise from coming back.”

You hide your smile as Tim shifts beside you. He lays a hand on your leg and leans closer, forcing you to work harder to conceal your smile.

“Tell me you’re kidding.”

“No! It was less than half price. He did it all for $500 and promised it was a really good deal.”

“$500?!” Tim yells. “Are you kidding me?”

“I know; it’s usually $1200.”

“It’s a scam! Premium air isn’t a thing! Air is air.”

“But he said-“

“Who? What’s his name? The garage name?”

“I, uh, I don’t remember. But, Tim-“

“Give me your keys,” Tim demands as he stands.

“Tim-“

“I’m going to make sure he didn’t mess with anything to get you back in and scam you again.”

“Tim, it was a prank!” you admit quickly.

He falters beside the couch as you sit up. You look up at him with what you hope is an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t think you’d get so upset.”

“You didn’t pay $500 for your tires?” Tim clarifies.

“No. The noise was just a loose hubcap, which the guy tightened free of charge.”

“Give me your phone,” Tim says, extending a hand.

You pass it over without question, and he opens your messages before nodding.

“Angela sent you the idea?” he murmurs.

“Yeah,” you admit. “We thought it would be funny. The protectiveness was really sweet though.”

“Have you ever been scammed by a mechanic? Because I have a friend-“

“Tim, just sit back down and spend time with me. I promise not to get scammed.”

“Or prank me again?” Tim asks as he sits.

You set your legs down in his lap and smile as you answer, “I said no such thing.”

#prank blurbs! #tim bradford x reader #tim bradford fluff #hanna's blurbs

[spidernerdsblog]

flexible

A/N : another blurb inspired by a prank video. Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

Summary : you prank your boyfriend by putting him in the positions he puts you in during sex.

Pairing : Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings : mature content

You were hanging out at Peter’s dorm room, sitting on the couch and scrolling through your social media accounts.

“Hey whatcha doing?” Peter asks, walking into the living room. You look up from your phone.

“Nothing, just watching this tiktok on some special yoga poses. Apparently only women can do these very easily.” It was a lie in the video the girlfriend was pranking her boyfriend by putting him in the positions he puts her in during sex.

“That’s rubbish, it just depends on your body’s flexibility.” Peter says.

“You think you’re flexible enough to do these?” a mischievous smirk plays on your lips as you raise an eyebrow baiting him.

“Babe look who you’re talking to. I’m spiderman, I'm flexible AF.” He states placing his hands on his hips with an air of confidence

Oh this is gonna be fun you thought, putting away your phone and standing up from the couch. “Ok let’s see how flexible you are.”

“Yeah, let's do it!” He says excitedly pumping his fist in the air. 

“For the first pose you need to lie down on your back.” You instruct as Peter goes to lie down on the floor. 

“Now bring your legs up” you tell him and he follows by lifting his legs up. “Yeah, just like that. Now spread them wide all the way”

“Like this?” He spreads his legs wide. 

“Yeah and then grab the back of your thighs and pull up.” Holding by the thighs Peter pulls his legs up to his chest and you bite your lip to hide a smile.

“Do you feel it?” You ask.

“Kinda.” He replies.

God he’s so innocent you thought laughing silently to yourself deciding to carry on with the next position.

“For the next pose, turn on your side and bend your knees.” Peter follows your directions and turns on his left side. “Now lift the top leg up.” 

He lifts his right leg up as you hum in approval. “Yeah, as high as you can.” 

“Ooh I can feel this!” He tells and you purse your lips to keep the giggle from slipping out of you.

“Good now stand up.”

“This one is a bit rough, it's called the bunny hop. So you gotta squat down to your feet.” You explain as he squats down.

“Yeah great, now jump up and down.” Peter starts to hop on his feet. “No, no your feet should be on the ground just move your hips” he does as told and you swear to god watching him do that sent you on the verge of losing all control and laughing out like a maniac.

You quickly schooled your features and said. “Ok so for the last one get on the couch on your knees. Grab on the backrest.”

Peter gets on the couch kneeling and holds onto the backrest as you lift his left leg.

“Now lift this leg up and stick your ass out.” Just then Harry decides to stroll into the living room.

“Looking great Parker.” He opens the refrigerator to grab a beer bottle. “You guys taking a trip to the wild side? Should have asked me would’ve been happy to help.” He says while opening the bottle. Understanding finally dawned upon Peter as he jumped out of the couch with a mortified expression and you burst out laughing.

“Oh my god Y/N! You’re such an evil.” He cried out as he thought of all the sex positions you made him do. 

“You don’t have a problem when you put me in those positions.” You tease both of your faces red yours from laughing too hard, his from embarrassment as he stomped back to his room.

“Always wanted to peg that ass.” Harry says, eyes focused at the open door of Peter’s room. 

“Shut up Harry!” Peter yells from his room. Chuckling Harry takes a sip of his beer and saunters off to stand beside you, handing you another bottle.

“Pussy.” He mumbles and turns to you with a sultry look. “The offer still stands, you know. Just like I said before you’re welcome to watch…” he eyes you up and down. “Or join.”

Your lips curl into a smirk as you regard him with narrowed eyes. There have been quite a few times where Harry had openly admitted he’s attracted to both of you suggesting you guys should try doing threesome. “I’ll give it a thought.” You say clinking your bottle to his and take a sip.

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[holllandtrash]

thinking about 6to1 lando and yn going to the chapel to scare charles and make him freak out but tell him its a prank later and then when the two are alone lando would deffo say something like i will marry you one day you. know that right?

another 6 to 1 blurb

"Don't even think about it."

Charles saw the post you were looking at, completely by accident because he just so happened to be standing right behind you when you came across the photo. He hadn't meant to snoop but thank god he did.

"Excuse me?" You locked your phone, placing it on the bar top in front of you.

"The chapel," Charles glanced at the phone screen and back at his younger sister, his baby sister. "Don't even think about it."

It was almost perfect timing, Lando walking into the hotel bar at that very second, wearing all black which now that Charles looked at him, noticed it contrasted well with your all white attire. Almost like you planned this.

"Oh mon Dieu," Charles breathed out, his face turning sickeningly white.

Lando helped you off the stool before reaching for your glass that had about a sip left of whatever cocktail you ordered. He twirled it, mixing the ice around before finishing off the drink, not even paying attention to all 5 stages of distress Charles was currently experiencing until you laughed, telling Charles to calm down.

"What's going on?" Lando asked, clearly having missed something. He slid his arm around your waist and that's when he noticed that Charles was about 6 seconds away from throwing up.

You opened your phone screen and showed Lando the photo of the F1 themed Wedding Chapel. Lando wanted to laugh, but he had walked into a perfect situation- he was always looking for ways to fuck with Charles.

You wearing white and him wearing all black, that was just an added bonus and Lando was going to run with it.

He handed the phone back to you and looked at Charles with the most serious expression he could muster, "Well, why do we think we came to Vegas early, mate?"

"Don't even joke about that," Charles warned.

Lando scoffed, "It's not a joke. You're welcome to come, but we were just going to elope."

You put your hand on his chest, tongue clicking against the back of your teeth in attempt to scold him but he only tightened his grip on your side and flashed you a smile.

Charles, truthfully, couldn't tell if Lando was being sincere. He wanted to call him out on his bluff but respectfully, he couldn't take any chances with the McLaren driver.

He turned to you instead, "You're not getting married without maman present."

"No but she knows," Lando interjected, a master of thinking on his feet. "Of course I asked permission first. And Enzo, asked him too and Arthur."

"But not me?"

"You'd say no."

"Of course I'd say no."

"That's why I didn't ask you," Lando chuckled. "Honestly, we asked Pascal if she wanted to fly out for this but she said as long we do another vow ceremony in Monaco she's fine to miss this Vegas wedding."

Charles hated that Lando had an answer to seemingly everything. You didn't hate it, but you were worried this was going to go on for far too long.

"Okay," you stepped in, a timid smile on your lips. "Lando's lets' just-"

"Eager, are we?" Lando's grin grew. "Come on then."

And then he took your hand and practically sprinted out of the hotel, leaving Charles wondering what the hell was going on. With his fingers squeezing yours tightly, he took a sharp right outside the doors and led you further and further into the Vegas nightlife.

He just wanted to give Charles a heart attack, Lando didn't even know where the chapel was.

"He's going to murder you," you told him once you'd finally slowed down.

"He'll calm down when he realizes I'm joking."

"He'll realize it after being arrested for murder."

Lando dropped your hand and draped his arm over your shoulders instead, pulling you closer as you walked side my side. He kissed the top of your head as your raised your hand up, reconnecting your fingers because let's face it, you always wanted to be holding his hand.

The usual magic of Vegas wasn't the same thanks to the construction of the paddock and grand stands, but you could still appreciate the energy that came with this lively city.

You had no idea where Lando was leading you. It wouldn't shock you to know that Lando also had no idea where he was going. You were happy to just be walking with him, pointing out the sights and fascinating characters you wouldn't see anywhere else.

You stepped into casinos, checked out a few different hotels, really just being typical tourists for a while, and purposely ignoring all of Charles' calls until Lando eventually took your phone before you let it go to voicemail for the eighth time.

"Mate we're just about to exchange rings, can this wait?" And then he hung up, sliding your phone into his pocket so you didn't have to deal with it anymore.

"You're insane, Norris," you told him.

"You love it."

"I do."

Lando stopped walking, eyebrows raised at your words and it took a few seconds to you to realize exactly what you had said. His stupid smirk made you blush and you pushed on his chest, giving him one of your typical eye rolls because what else could you do in this situation.

"You do?" Lando repeated. "I do, too, I mean. I do- I would, you know? Like- I do."

You laughed at his stammering, "What are you even saying?"

"I'm saying I'd marry you," Lando blurted out and even though his words were followed with the most infectious laughter, there was no doubt in your mind- you knew he meant it with his whole heart.

In the middle of Las Vegas, under the bright lights and suffocating sounds, there was Lando. Holding your hand and looking at you like he was getting a glimpse into his future. Maybe he was.

"I'd marry you," Lando repeated, no laughter this time. He glanced at your hand, your left hand, finger tracing over the spot where he sort of wished he was sliding a ring onto. "I don't- this isn't a proposal, Y/N, I don't have a ring, I wouldn't-" he chuckled at the insanity of all of this. "I wouldn't propose to you in Vegas, I know better. But I would marry you."

And what could you say to that? This wasn't a proposal, but it seemed to be a promise and you were good with that. A promise was all you needed.

You cupped his cheeks with your hands and pulled his face down to yours. He smiled as he kissed you, thinking about the day he would propose, the day he'd get to see you walk down the aisle. And not some cheap Vegas alter.

"I love you," you told him, lips brushing against his. "So much, Lando. I love you."

"Love me enough to marry me one day?" He asked, fingers resting below your chin.

Your lips curled back over your smile. Your faint nod was all Lando needed but you added a few more words, just to reassure him you were all his.

"All you have to do is ask."

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[cupid-styles]

the yoga class (hockey!h x ballerina!yn)

in which y/n has to lead a yoga class for the hockey team, and harry doesn't miss out on making fun of her (but maybe he needs her help, too).

I actually love this blurb and I hope you guys enjoy it too :))

word count: 1.8k

content warnings: none really! y/n and harry both being stubborn little shits but minor strides made by the end :)

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When Mrs. Lei asked Y/N if she would mind instructing an entry level yoga class this evening, she neglected to mention that it was for the hockey team.

What she had said implied something along the lines of, “You’re one of my star students and always go above and beyond, and I know I can sucker you into doing nearly anything because you’re an incredibly disciplined dancer with the inability to say no.”

So, naturally, even though it felt like every single tiny muscle in Y/N’s body was aching from practicing grand and tour jetés (Mrs. Lei was ruthless about them), she said she’d do it. Because she’s a sucker without a backbone, and getting placed as a frontline dancer or receiving a glowing recommendation from Mrs. Lei somewhere down the line was more than enough of a reason for her to teach some measly 45-minute yoga class at the end of the day.

She assumes it’s some type of volunteer work, an open call to students across campus. There was a fairly large performing arts sector and, like any other university, a decent amount of sports teams, so Y/N assumed there would at least be a class of 10 or so. Mrs. Lei sets her up with a basket of yoga mats from the gym and some simple instructions of, “it’s meant to be a stretch-heavy, restorative flow, so don’t go too hard on them.”

Easy enough, right?

But Y/N’s stomach slowly begins to churn when 6 pm comes around and the only people filtering in are big, burly men that she feels like she’s only seen in layers upon layers of protective equipment. Y/N isn’t short, nor is she a particularly small person — her abilities as a dancer have been questioned time and time again because of this — so she doesn’t feel intimidated by them, considering she knows she could go toe-to-toe with them in a smattering of physical activities. Running wasn’t her strong suit, but a decent amount of cardio was required to maintain the appearance of keeping it together during longer performances, while the muscles of her arms, back, and legs were chiseled from years of nearly daily practice. 

But when Harry walks in, she assumes this is some kind of prank. Mrs. Lei would never be put up to something like that (she’s a woman with decorum), but maybe the hockey team somehow caught wind of the class and wanted to torture her, just like Harry’s been doing for the past three years. 

She stomps over to him the second he crosses the entryway, grabbing his wrist and pulling him back outside.

“No,” she says immediately, dropping his arm like it’s poisonous, “Get out.”

“What?”

“Get out.” she repeats through gritted teeth. “This isn’t funny. You can’t fuck with me when I’m doing something like this.”

Harry’s eyebrows furrow and he seems to look genuinely confused. It’s only then that he cocks his head to the side, a smirk threatening to curl at the edges of his lips. “Cinderella, did no one tell you who this class is for?”

She shrugs her shoulders and crosses her arms over her chest. Y/N doesn’t like being taken by surprise, let alone other people knowing she’s out of the loop.

Harry damn near chortles in response as the smirk grows into a wicked grin. “Oh, sweetheart. You signed up to teach the hockey team yoga.”

Once Harry gets his boyish laughter out of the way, Y/N makes quick work of changing the rundown of the class. She moves her yoga mat all the way to the back in fear of having 15 hockey players stare at her ass the entire time, instructing them to watch her in the mirror or raise their hand if they need help getting into a certain position. She lowers the lights and puts some soothing music on to tune out any teasing laughter, but it already seems like they’re taking it seriously based on the way most of them are already in cross-legged positions, allowing their eyes to fall closed. It eases Y/N’s nerves some, until she looks over at Harry, who’s sitting there with his legs straight out like a toddler, a goofy smile on his lips.

With a roll of her eyes, she begins the class.

. . .

“This one might be a little tough so let me know if you need some help, but we’re gonna shift into a reclined pigeon pose now,” Y/N instructs, “With your back flat against the mat, bend your knees. Good. Now, with one knee still bent, we’re going to create a figure 4 by crossing the right ankle over the top of the left knee.”

She gives them some time to process, standing from her own mat to ensure no one’s desperately flopping around. 

“Great,” she praises, “This is excellent for opening your hip flexors, thighs, and chest. Make sure you’re breathing into the pose.”

She hears a chorus of deep exhales and it makes her smile. Not only is she glad that they’re actually taking it seriously (there’s a possibility she judged them all a bit too hard), but there’s something about having some sort of power over the team that strokes her ego, too. 

She weaves in and out between the mats, continuing to encourage them to breathe and stretch deeper. When she passes by Harry, who’s doing the pose a bit wrong, she resists the urge to simply kick him. 

Instead she quietly gets down on her knees, “Do you need help adjusting?”

Harry’s eyes flicker open. Instantly, he has a scowl on his face. So much for relaxation. “Why?”

“Your ankle bone should be pressing into your thigh,” she whispers, pointing to where his ankle is just barely grazing the edge of his leg, “If you deepen the pose, it’ll help with any stress you’re feeling in your hips and thighs.”

He huffs, clearly contemplating her offer, before rolling his eyes and mumbling out, “sure.”

She wants to tell him that touching him certainly isn’t at the top of her to-do list today, but she doesn’t want to disrupt the rest of the class. With her knees pressing into the surface of his yoga mat, she sits in front of him, gently grasping his right calf and shifting it to the side. 

“What the fuck, Cinderella?!” he whisper-yells, nails clawing into the thick foam he’s laying on. Y/N shushes him and sends an irritated glare his way. “That hurts!”

“Probably because your hips are tight as fuck.” she mutters. “How do you walk around like this all day?”

“I don’t know, you try being a goalie—”

“Shut the fuck up,” she whispers under her breath. She hates that argument, where people automatically assume that ballet is some pretty artform that requires minimal effort. It was gorgeous, but the amount of painful injuries Y/N’s sustained from the sport would send Harry into a tizzy. 

It’s clear that he’s not bending any deeper into the pose so Y/N stands up, deciding to finish up the class instead of focusing all of her attention on Harry and his fucked up hips. She keeps them on the floor for the remainder of their time, having them do light twists and stretches, finally closing out class with some positive self-affirmations. When 6:45 pm ticks by, she slowly turns on the lights and stands by the door. They’re all very polite, thanking her graciously for spending her evening with them. It’s almost enough to make her feel pure happiness until Harry, the last to leave, stops in front of her. 

“What?” she asks, crossing her arms defensively. 

“Can you shut the door?” 

Y/N squints her eyes at him. “No?”

“I have a question and I don’t want anyone to hear it.”

“I swear to god, if you ask me to jerk you off or something, I will punch you so hard in the dick—”

“Oh, shut up,” Harry mutters, “That’s why puck bunnies exist, asshole.”

Y/N’s stomach tightens, though she’s not exactly sure why. Every sports team had some form of groupies with “puck bunnies” being the name of the ones for the hockey team. It seemed somewhat derogatory to her, but it didn’t seem like the girls held much of an issue with it.

“Sounds gross.” she finally replies, her face twisting into an expression of disgust. 

“Well it’s not like we all share them, the girls have their biases—”

“Is this what you wanted to ask me about?”

Harry’s eyes dart to the door and she sighs, closing it gently. Annoyed, she motions for him to say whatever it is he needs to say.

“Goalies have to wear, like, a shit ton of stuff on the ice and I hardly ever stretch after a game—”

“That’s awful for you, Harry.”

He shoots her an angry look. 

“So, yeah, my hips are fucked. And they hurt really fucking bad.”

“Start stretching after games, then?” Y/N replies as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

“Yeah… that’s kind of the idea,” he says slowly, “Do you have, like… other… yoga poses that you know of? That would be good for that type of thing?”

Y/N thinks for a moment. It’s something she has to do before and after performances or practices, too, since a number of moves and jumps rely on the joint movement in her hips. From an athlete-to-athlete standpoint, she gets it. In fact, she almost pities him, because the pain must be awful.

“Yes,” she eventually says with a nod. “There’s a lot. If it helps, I can put together a little guide for you and text it to you.”

Harry raises his eyebrows. “Really? You would do that?”

She shrugs. “You must be hurting badly to ask for my help.”

He scoffs, digging into the pocket of his athletic shorts for his phone. He pulls it out, bringing up his contact page. “You have no idea.”

She hums as she quickly types her number in. For the contact name, she always puts emojis in so people don’t forget who she is. She settles on Y/N🌷🩰🍒. When she hands it back to him, he snorts. 

“What?” 

“Those emojis definitely aren’t staying.” he replies with a roll of his eyes. 

“Why?” she asks with a slightly pouty bottom lip. 

“Because emojis are childish and I don’t put them next to anyone’s name?” 

She balks at his criticism as she slides her shoes on. 

“That’s mean. I put emojis next to everyone’s name on my phone.”

Harry snorts, “Yeah? What are you gonna put next to mine, then?”

It doesn’t take her more than a second to decide: “The devil horns, probably.”

He cackles as he opens the door to the studio with a shake of his head. 

“Wouldn’t want it any other way, princess,” he calls out as he walks down the hallway. 

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[wolfiafuntime]

Obey Me Thought 2

Asmo, at dinner: Hey, did you hear about this funny prank humans play on their pets?

Belphegor: No, what is it?

Asmo: They tell the pet that they're adopted, and then the animal gets all sad.

Levi: Lolol, they really do that?!

MC: Yeah, it's adorable. I can show you some videos the next time we go to the human world.

Mammon: Pfft, sounds stupid. What's even the point of telling us this? Devildom pets are way smarter than some lame human world ones.

MC: I'll give you 50 Grimm for every one of our pets you tell is adopted.

Mammon, running out of the HOL: Bet!

Mammon, running through The Demon Lord's Castle's dungeons, being chased by Henry 1.0: You're... Adopted!!

Henry 1.0, immediately stopping his pursuit with sad eyes: Sss...?

Mammon, barging into Levi's room: Henry 2.0!

Levi: What the fuck?!

Mammon: You're adopted!

Henry 2.0, freezes, before swimming to hide in his tank's coral: blurp blurb plurb..!

Levi, summoning Lotan: You scumbag!

Mammon, getting swept away by the water: Lotan, you're adopted!

Lotan, who didn't even get a chance to rampage yet, eyes tearing up: Raur..?

Mammon, barging into Satan's room: Kitten-Mittens, you're adopted!

Kitten-Mittens, dropping her toy: Mrrp?

Mammon, running through the basement: Cerberus... You're... Adopted!

Cerberus, freezing, one head tearing up while the another's jaw drops:

Mammon, having gathered his murder of crows: You're all adopted!

Crows: CAW?!?!?

Mammon, placing a hand on MC's shoulder: MC, you're adopted.

MC, eyes welling up, voice shakey: What..?

The Bros: >:(

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[lokis-army-77]

Premium Air

mondern!Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word Count: 1.1k

It's a few days after April Foos, Eddie isn't expecting you to pull a koke but you have something up your sleve.

Warning: noting! unless you count cursing

Thank you to my beta readers @munson-blurbs and @lofaewrites

Masterlist

You loved seeing the harmless little pranks that people would play on their significant others on social media and with April first already behind you, you knew Eddie wouldn’t suspect a thing. 

It was a bright Wednesday afternoon, you were at Robin's for a much needed girls day when you decided to put your little prank into action. 

"Hey, Rob, you wanna watch as I give Eddie a mini heart attack?" You ask as you wiggle into a more comfortable position on her couch.

"Oh my god, yes!" She excitedly shuffles over to you, leaning her whole body over your right side. 

You're both a giggling mess when you send the first text message. 

Hey, so my tire pressure light just came on, do I need to go have it checked?

It takes a few minutes but he eventually responds.

Is it still driving alright? 

Bring it to the shop when you get home from Robs, I'll fill it up before I leave work.

Yeah, it's driving just fine. The screen says it's my front passenger side tire.

You'll be fine to drive back home, I'll fill it up then, baby.

You leave it be for around thirty minutes as you and Robin think of what you should say next.

So Robin said I should go get it checked out and we were worried I wouldn't be able to drive all the way to your shop so I came to the one by her house.

I didn't know air was so expensive 😫. 

It was no more than a second later that your phone started to ring in your hands. Eddie's contact photo lighting up the screen. You swiped it away and you could feel Robin beginning to silently laugh 

Sweetheart, answer the phone.

Another call that you decline.

What do you mean expensive? Answer your phone!!!

Don't worry, Eds, the guy gave me a good deal! I think it's bc he thought I was pretty.

What do you mean by a good deal? Sweetheart, how much did you pay?

You and Robin can hardly contain your laughter. Tears are running down your faces. 

"I feel so bad, but it's so funny!" You cry. 

Robin nods along, "Don't, it's totally hilarious." She wipes her tears away and points at your phone, "Don't acknowledge those questions yet, say something about how he didn't notice the pretty comment."

You get to typing, fingers gliding over the keyboard.

Wow, I would have thought you'd be upset at another man...

Baby ,that is the last thing I'm worried about. HOW. MUCH. DID. YOU. PAY.

Well he said it was like premium air so it was on the more expensive end but apparently it won't seep out as fast as regular air.

You can see the read receipt and the three little dots as he begins to type. Your heart is beating wildly in your chest as the typing stops and he calls you again only for you to ignore it once more. 

Robin is beside you, howling as she holds her stomach. "This is the best thing I have EVER witnessed in my life!"

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, ANSWER YOUR PHONE. HOW MUCH DID YOU SPEND? BECAUSE PREMIUM AIR ISN'T REAL

So the guy said it's usually 250 for all 4 but he said he'd give me a deal and give me all 4 for the price of 3... is that not how much it usually is?

You need to tell me what shop you're at. Are you still there? Put me on the phone with this fucking guy

Eddie, I'm not putting you on the phone with him.

Sweetheart, why in the world would you take your car to someone else??? I'm literally a mechanic. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN FREE!! 

Are you mad at me?

No, I'm not mad at you baby. I just need you to put me on the phone with the shop owner or someone, anyone. Air in all 4 tires is never gonna be over like 5 bucks...

I told you I'd take care of it, why didn't you just listen 

You almost double over, laughing harder than before. You could tell you were stressing him out, that he was trying to keep from freaking out. 

"Oh my god!" You cackle, "I think it's time to break it to him or else he might actually have a heart attack or maybe an aneurysm. 

Eddie calls you one last time and this time, you answer, sushing Robin as you press the speaker button. 

"Thank fuck, Sweetheart, put me on the phone with the asshole that scared you." His face was gruff, the growl of irritation bringing a shiver lust down your spine. 

"Eddie, baby, calm down." 

"I'll calm down when I get you your money back," he huffs. You can hear the sounds of his shop muffled through the speaker. 

You can't help the giggle that slips past your lips when you make eye contact with Robin. 

"This is not funny," he stresses. 

The giggles continue to bubble up, "I know I know, but I can't help it. I love you so much."

"I love you too, now please let me talk to the guy, I really don't wanna ask again." 

Robin takes your phone at that point, clearing her throat and proceeding to do her best impression of a blue collar man.

"Hey, this is Rodger, at you just got pranked garage, how can I help you?"

"Yeah, you can help me, I-" Eddie stops mid sentence. 

You've got your hand covering your mouth as you try, and fail, to cover your chortles.

"Wait a second... Robin?" All the building anger in his voice disappears as he slowly realizes what's happening.

Robin begins wheezing as you grab your phone back, "We got you!" You gleefully exclam into the phone.

"We got you good!" Robing teeters back on her legs, almost falling from the couch.

You can hear the shaky sigh of relief fron the receiver on the other end. "Thank God. Baby you had me going crazy over here. I was about to drive to every garage in town to find you."

"I'm so so so sorry, baby. I really am but we didn't do anything for April fools like we usually do and I just knew you wouldn't be expecting this."

Eddie lets out the longest sigh of relief you've ever heard. "Shit, sweetheart, I'm getting too old for these pranks."

"You're 35." You deadpan.

"And it's all down hill from here."

You can't see it but you know he has a shit eating grin on and you roll your eyes. "I'll make it up to you when I get home."

"You better."

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