[JohnxReader] The War of The Cake Mix

"Hehe…This time…you're going down Egbert." You chuckled ominously to yourself as you rigged the bucket of Betty Crocker cake mix above the door to your best friend's room. He had eluded you for months, pulling the worst kinds of pranks over on you while avoiding your own, but this time, this time, you would get him.

It all started at the beginning of the school term when you had made a joke about how ridiculously serious John got about his pranking, and how it was so easy that anybody could do it, therefor he shouldn't be so proud of himself.

Long story short he bet you that you couldn't do better, and you were a very competitive person, so naturally you couldn't let John Egbert of all people show you up. You had to say though; you had a new appreciation for Rose - one of John's other friends - whom had been gifted with the brunt of John pranking throughout the years.

You finished rigging the bucket and hopped down off the desk chair you had been standing on, pulling it back to John's desk. You had a study hall last period today, meaning as long as you checked in with your study hall teacher you could leave 45 minutes early, therefor you had about a half an hour until John got home.

Now all you had to do was lay in wait, you briefly searched the room for a hiding spot before deciding that hiding underneath his bed would provide the best view of the prank - since you had some time, though - you decided not to stuff yourself under John's questionably comfortable bed just yet, and instead milled around, trifling about and searching through some of his less private belongings.

Before you knew it, it was 2:18; John would be home in 5-10 minutes tops, and since you were taking no chances, you began the tedious process of crawling under John's bed and making yourself comfortable without bumping your head on the low frame.

Once situated in a position that wasn't entirely uncomfortable, you hunkered down and waited, and waited, and waited…gog, time passes so slowly when your hiding under a bed. You checked your watch, it was 2:22, you couldn't believe it had only been 4 minutes since you crawled under here, you let out a sigh.

At 2:35, you were ready to just come out, climb out the window, and go home to wait for the inevitable phone call from John concerning the bucket of cake mix that had been dumped on him when he got home. However, just as you were about to, you heard the front door slam, followed by somebody coming up the stairs.

You smirked as you stared at the door in anticipation, the footsteps growing closer and closer. Finally the door was pushed open as your raven haired friend walked in, he let out a yelp as the bucket landed upside-down on his head, the mix caking to his face, hair, and entire upper body - no pun intended.

You gave him a few seconds to compose himself from his coughing fit before you popped out from under the bed, a mischievous smile on your face - yes, sitting under a bed for seventeen minutes was totally worth it. He sent you a glare as a look of realization crossed over his face.

You could briefly see him mouth the words batter witch under his breath before he scowled, "You…" he growled out… "You're the fucker I should have been targeting." he growled, you assumed he was referring to how he had spent all these years pranking Rose instead of you.

You tried not to, you really did, but you couldn’t stop yourself from breaking out in mad laughter that very second. John scowled at you before a devious smile crossed his face, oh god, what had he thought of-!

Suddenly a sickeningly sweet smile crossed his face as he opened up his arms, "Hey (y/n) you wanna hug buddy?" he asked in a mock-cheerful tone, you took one look at his cake mix encrusted body before letting out a squeal and heading for the door, only to be interrupted by its opening.

"Hey Egbert! Have you seen my…." Karkat trailed off as he opened his roommate's bedroom door, looking from you to the bucket on John's head to John - or the cake mix, you couldn't tell - and then to you again before a deep red blush covered his face as he took a step back behind the door, "Sorry for interrupting you…" he murmured as he went to close the door, you however, would not let him cut off your only means of escape.

You lunged forward, ripping the door open and sprinting past the flustered troll, John speed walking after you, as he passed Karkat he removed the bucket from his head and placed it on the troll's own head, "Would you hold this for me Karkat?" he asked in a cheery tone before speeding after you, "Don't run from me (y/n)! You can't run from friendship!"


Karkat, however, merely stood, gawking, for a moment before fainting of shock and embarrassment.