Imagines

Prank Wars (Vanessa)

The first prank I saw on YouTube!
Enjoy!

"So, as you guys can see, I have camera's hidden in every room; my Ps4, clothes, hats, and even shoes are packed; and my ring is on the counter." I nervously ran my hand through my hair. "All we're waiting on is Vanessa to get back from her shoot."

I was extremely anxious. It's not like my YouTube channel, with millions of subscribers, wasn't filled with videos of pranks on my gorgeous wife. I'd done pretty much everything in the books on her by now; which was why I had to go a little crazy for this one.

I was doing a good fashioned breakup prank.

Which in this case would be kind of overboard; because it wasn't a breakup, it was technically a divorce, and after four years of marriage, I was most likely about to get my balls crushed by the crazy danish for doing this.

"So guys, I'm actually really nervous. Li-" the key rattled in the doorknob, the audible click cutting off my voice. "Shit! Here we go!"

I heard Vanessa taking her shoes off, the sound of her keys clanking in the bowl afterward. "Baby, I'm home. You left your ring on the counter." I tensed in preparation of her next words. If she saw the ring she was bound to see my bags any seconds. "Y/n, are we going somewhere? Why are all of your bags packed? Even your Ps-" she trailed off, panic obviously filling the air. "Y/n?"

Steeling myself for the acting of my life, I walked around the corner. My last small bag, slung over my shoulder. "Vanessa? I thought you were at work." My eyes widened, lips turning down in surprise.

"Well, I'm back." I watched her arms cross, defensive guards sliding into place. "What's happening? Why is all of your shit packed up?"

I rubbed the back of my neck anxiously. "Vanessa, look."

"Stop calling me that!" Her chin trembled, and I could tell she suspected what was happening. "You never call me by my full name."

"Vanessa-"

"Y/n! Call me, Nessa!"

"Vanessa, I can't do this anymore!" I pushed out, heart dropping as I watched realization hit her.

Her lip wobbled, breath hitching as the beginning of tears lined the edges of her lashes. "W-what?"

I walked towards my bags, letting my back face her as I collected myself. This was a really bad idea. "I can't be with you anymore. I don't.." Turning around and taking a deep breath, I put some resolve into my voice. "I fell out of love with you."

The tears splashed against the hardwood floors, tiny sobs breaking out of her. "No." She shook her head, panicking. "No, you don't mean that." The redness around her eyes made the heartbreak in them shine brighter. The colors never looking more mesmerizing.

"Vanessa, I don-"

"No." She dashed forward, throwing herself unto me as she cried into my neck. "Why now, Y/n? After everything we've been through! I've given you my all, and you just stopped loving me?"

I needed to get out of here, or else I would break down and tell her everything. "Let me go, Vanessa. I'm staying with my sister, I have a plane to catch." She shook her head, continuing to mumble "no" into my skin. "Vanessa, st-"

"I'm pregnant, Y/n."

You would actually be able to hear a pin drop in the overwhelming silence. I jerked my head back, shock etched into my features. I knew, Vanessa wouldn't lie about this to get me to stay.

"I didn't have a shoot today. I went to the doctor to get it confirmed."

"You're.." I trailed off, trying and failing to catch my breath. Finally, her words resonated with me, and I happily picked her up; spinning her around as I laughed in joy. "We're going to have a baby!"

I could see the confusion and hurt still etched unto her face. "B-but you're leaving me." A dull pain ricocheted through my chest at the devastation coloring her words.

Gently cupping her damp cheeks, I left soft yet persistent kisses all over her face. "No, baby, it was a prank. There are camera's hidden all over the apartment." I pointed one out, and Vanessa's vision trailed to it.

I watched realization cloud her eyes, and suddenly she was swatting my arm. "You bitch!" Laughing, I pulled her close to me again, cradling her head against my chest. "I actually thought you were leaving me." Her words were muffled, not only by the cotton fabric of my shirt, but also by the insecurity I could tell was coursing through her mind, 

"Never, ever will I leave you, Nessa." She sniffled and my heart broke. Fuck me and this stupid prank. "You're the love of my life, and nothing will ever change that." Breathing in her scent, I placed a quick kiss on her hair, before scooting us over to the nearest camera. "That is it for this week, guys. I would call this one a huge failure, but meh, there's always next time." 

"The fuck there is." The pouting woman in my arms interjected quietly. 

I couldn't hold in my chuckle as I quickly started my outro. "As for this video; Bye, Sayonara, Ciao, Adios, Kick rocks bitch! I'm out!" I smashed my palm flat against the screen before hitting the off switch on the back. 

It wasn't seconds after I did that, that I felt a crushing pressure squeezing my baby makers. "Ever do that again, and I'll make sure this child I'm carrying is the only child you're able to have."

"W-won't happen again." My voice came out high-pitched and squeaky. Smiling, she kissed my cheek, patted my clothed balls, and flounced into the next room as if she hadn't just held my literal life in her hands.

I was married to a crazy Danish with pregnancy hormones, whom I had pranked way too many times, that was now having my baby. Yep, I was screwed. 

So, I'm writing a Congratulations (Part III) Written from Jamie's point of view. Yes or no?