I want sheet grabbing, back arching, heavy breathing, leg shaking sex. I want the slow kissing, hand roaming and neck kissing. I want my lip bit and my back pinned against the wall. Pin me the fuck down. Get on top of me, rip my clothes off. Fuck..
The Pumkin King Pin!
A while back, I designed this tho make some lapel pins but never got around to it. Now that it’s around that time of year again, thinking of going for it. What do you guys think? Would anyone want these?
Okay but after the new Love Hotel & Instagram chapter I desperately need Yuuri to find his old school uniform while packing his things in preparation to move to Russia (or even better, Victor asking Mari or Yuuko for their old ones and makes Yuuri wear it)
“W-where did you get that?” Yuuri sputtered upon walking into his bedroom and seeing Victor sitting on his bed.
Except he wasn’t just sitting on Yuuri’s bed.
He was sitting on Yuuri’s bed, wearing the dark, dark blue uniform jacket and pants that Yuuri had not seen in years.
And wearing it exactly like Yuuri had always imagined. Jacket front undone, flaps haphazardly pushed back. White button up shirt just a bit rumpled and nearly coming untucked from his belt line. The knot in the school tie loose and askew. He rested an elbow on a knee, holding his chin in his hand as he smirked over at Yuuri.
Every bit the image of a punkish, popular bad boy that robbed everyone of their hearts and common sense the second he sauntered into a room or down a hallway.
“I might have bribed someone,” Victor replied, smooth and rich like melted chocolate. He pushed off the bed and strode over to Yuuri.
Yuuri was reeling. Not just at three years of high school fantasies come to life, but the fact that Victor looked even hotter than any image Yuuri had ever conjured up. Intensified by ten times over when Victor confidently drove Yuuri back against the bedroom doorframe, planting his hand firm against the wall, pinning Yuuri there under his sharp blue gaze and the abusive amounts of power that uniform was giving him over Yuuri.
Weak-kneed Yuuri. Trembling Yuuri. Already half-hard in his pants Yuuri.
“Is that the right way to do a kabe-don?”
An endless mantra of ohmygodohmygodohmygod hurled itself through Yuuri, and he couldn’t even be sure if it was only mental or if he was actually breathing the words out.
Screw all logic and restrain, Yuuri wanted nothing more than to be screwed by Victor. With the uniform still on. Right there against the doorframe.
“I-… I, ummm-…” Yes. Very right. The very right way of doing a kabe-don. So right that it was wrong. So wrong. Very wrong. “…Why are you-…” Yuuri couldn’t even finish the question, about a nanosecond away from seizing a hold of that sloppily-knotted tie in order to crash his mouth and body against Victor’s.
“Because you got senpai to notice you.”
And it was at that point that Yuuri utterly broke down into a fit of laughter that lasted approximately ten minutes, and then five more when Victor refused to stop pouting at just how awful Yuuri had found that line and that there was no hope of recovering.
A/N: this is my
first descendants imagine, I hope you enjoy!!
No one dared enter the fish and chips shop after Uma
returned from her failed attempt at getting revenge on Mal. Only her and her crew went inside, hence causing
business to be at an all-time low. Not
that it was usually busy, but Uma needed the money to satisfy her mother, and
Harry’s petty theft was not enough to sustain them.
So when a girl in a torn up, bright red dress and white
leather jacket walked into the shop, it took everyone by surprise. All the pirates suspiciously eyed her as she
It wasn’t a mystery who this girl was: (Y/N) Heart, the
daughter of the Queen of Hearts, was notoriously different from her mother. While the Queen of Hearts was tempestuous,
loud, and violent, (Y/N) was a mysteriously quiet and patient girl.
“Well, well,” Harry was the first to approach her,
wearing his iconic smirk. He leaned against the wall and brushed a strand of
her hair out of her face with his hook. “What ‘cha doin’ here,
“Just getting some lunch, Hook,” she answered
simply as she grabbed his hook, moving it away from her face.
Harry chuckled to himself as he stepped out of her way,
mockingly bowing as she walked past him. She sat down at an empty table.
Uma stormed up to Harry and grabbed his collar to whisper in
“I don’t trust her,” she muttered.
“She’s just getting some food, Uma,” Harry quietly
countered her, keeping his eyes glued to (Y/N). "There’s nothing to be suspicious
“She used to be friendly with Mal,” Uma spat. "I don’t care if she’s just here for the
chips. Keep an eye on her.“ She slammed a tray with fish and chips on it
in Harry’s chest and pushed him towards (Y/N). He approached her table and carelessly tossed
the tray onto the table. When she looked
up at him, she watched as Harry turned around the chair across from her and sat
down in it.
"The waiters don’t usually keep the customers
company,” (Y/N) noted as she grabbed a chip.
Harry smirked. "Do
I look like a waiter to you, sweetheart?“
"You did bring me my food.”
They sat in silence as (Y/N) ate her fish and chips with
Harry occasionally stealing a chip.
When her meal was finished, (Y/N) nonchalantly tossed a
random amount of cash on the table and stood up. Harry immediately followed suit and shot up
from his seat.
“Thanks for the food,” she sarcastically thanked
with a tight smile, and she turned on her heel, exiting the shop. Harry turned and glanced at Uma, who signaled
for him to follow her. He groaned as he
went after her.
“You know, villains don’t normally use manners,”
he said once he caught up with her. He
attempted to wrap his arm around her shoulder, which she immediately shrugged
“I’m not a villain,” she responded. "My mother is.“
"But you’re her daughter,” Harry replied,
furrowing his brows. "Don’t you at
least think you’re evil?“
She shook her head. "I’m unpleasant, sure, but not evil. I’m not gonna try to fool myself like Mal did
and try to convince myself that I’m evil. I’ll do what I have to do to protect myself in
this place, but that’s it.“
"Then I guess you’re on that list to get more VK’s into
Auradon,” Harry snorted, rolling his eyes at the mere thought. To his surprise, (Y/N) laughed.
“Oh god no,” she scoffed. "Just because I’m not evil doesn’t mean
I’m gonna go to the land of preppy princes and princesses.“
Harry found himself genuinely laughing at that. Before he could utter a response, (Y/N)
stopped in her tracks.
"Well, this is my place,” she announced, gesturing
to the building covered in red paint. "Thanks
for walking me home. It was very
gentlemanly of you.“
She walked into her house before Harry could argue that he
was definitely not a gentleman. For a
moment, he almost forgot that the only reason that he walked her home was
because Uma wanted him to follow her.
The next morning, Harry found himself wandering in the
general vicinity of (Y/N)’s house, waiting to "accidentally” bump
into her. His opportunity presented
itself when (Y/N) stood by a fruit stand, examining the apples.
“What a coincidence,” Harry whispered into her ear
as he approached her from behind, “finding you here.”
“Didn’t think this was your area, Hook,” (Y/N)
quipped, not looking away from the fruit. She didn’t bother to tell him off as he
wrapped his arm around her waist.
“I’m just full of surprises, aren’t I?”
“You certainly are,” she agreed with sarcasm
dripping from each word. She filled her
bag with apples, not paying attention to Harry, who had his chin resting on her
shoulder and his arm wrapped around her waist. She handed some cash to the lady behind the
cart and began to walk home, Harry’s arm still resting in the same place.
“Why do you always pay for things?” he questioned.
(Y/N) shrugged. "Because
people need it,“ she answered.
"That’s not a very evil-”
“Unpleasant,” she corrected.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Right, unpleasant. That’s not a very unpleasant thing to do.“
"It’s not my life mission to be an unpleasant person,
Harry stopped before (Y/N), this time, upon recognizing her
house. She lightly smirked as he
unwrapped his arm from her waist.
“You know,” she leaned in to whisper in his ear,
“it’s not a very unpleasant thing for you to always walk me home,
too.” She quickly kissed Harry’s
cheek before dashing inside, leaving him standing outside as he fought the
blush creeping into his cheeks.
Harry continued to follow (Y/N), as Uma ordered, throughout
the rest of the week. Although, for him,
it felt less and less like following every day.
He was about to leave the fish and chip shop that day to begin
“following” (Y/N), but before he could exit, Uma stopped him.
“Where are you going?” she inquired.
“To follow (Y/N),” he answered as if it was
“You’ve been following her for a week,” Uma said,
“and you’ve found nothing suspicious. I think it’s safe to say she’s not a
“I said that to you when she came in, but you still
made me follow her,” Harry argued.
Uma rolled her eyes. "Whatever,
it’s not a concern anymore. Go train
instead, you’re gonna get out of shape if you keep spending all your time
following this girl.“
Harry longingly stared at the exit for a moment before
reluctantly nodding and heading towards the ship, grabbing a sword on his trek
He trained with Gil for a few hours before declaring that he
needed a break. When he turned around to
leave the ship, he spotted (Y/N) standing by the bridge. He smirked as he noticed her gaze scanning his
"What brings you here, princess?” he asked,
grabbing a towel.
She bit her lip and avoided eye contact with him. "I-“ she stopped, choking on her own
"Yes?” Harry couldn’t help but allow the grin that
was exponentially growing on his face.
“I came here because you weren’t by my house
today,” she muttered, keeping her gaze focused on the ground.
“What was that?” he questioned as he inched closer
to her. He knew exactly what she said
the first time.
“You weren’t by my house today,” she repeated a
bit louder this time.
“But why did you come here?” Harry pressed,
continuously moving closer to (Y/N) until her back was pressed against a wall.
“I told you-”
“But that wasn’t really why,” he interrupted her. Her gaze was still focused on the floor, so he
grabbed her chin and tilted her head up. "Look at me, princess.“
"I like walking around with you, okay?” she
Harry smirked. "That’s
all I needed to hear, princess.“ He
began to lean in, still gripping her chin, and their lips were millimeters
apart when they were interrupted.
"Harry!” Uma yelled, storming towards the ship. Harry groaned as he moved away from (Y/N),
resting an arm above her head.
“Sorry, love,” he quietly apologized before
turning to Uma. "Yes, Uma?“
"What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Taking a break from training.”
“With her?” She angrily gestured towards (Y/N). "I told you that you don’t have to follow
"Follow me?” (Y/N) echoed, stepping back from
Harry. "What does she mean, follow
“You only walked with me because Uma ordered you to
keep an eye on me,” she didn’t allow Harry to explain. "You never wanted to spend any time with
"No, no, sweetheart,” Harry tried to cup her face,
but she tore it away. “I-”
“All that flirting,” she spat, backing away from
him. "God, I’m so stupid, I
actually thought that meant something.“
"It did, (Y/N)-” He grabbed her wrist in an
attempt to prevent her from leaving.
“Congratulations, Harry Hook,” she scoffed, and
Harry watched a single tear roll down her cheek. "You are truly evil.“ She ripped her wrist out of his grasp and ran
He stood frozen in his spot, watching her figure fade. When she was out of sight, he started to
scream incoherently, punching the wall that he pinned (Y/N) to minutes ago.
"Come on, Harry, you haven’t trained with me for days!”
Gil exclaimed after Harry rejected his offer to train for the seventh time. "Uma’s gonna be mad if you get too far
out of shape.“
"This is Uma’s fault,” Harry seethed. "If she hadn’t ordered me to follow (Y/N),
none of this would’ve happened.“
"Dude, get over her,” he waved the thought off. "Sure, she was hot, but she was kinda
lame. I mean, she paid for her food. Who does that?“
"Someone who’s not evil,” Harry muttered and
stormed out of the shop. He headed
towards the fruit stand that he knew (Y/N) went to, the stand he went to every day
since that incident at the ship, hoping that one day she’d be there. Once he arrived and scanned the area, he
learned that she, again, was not there.
“Damnit,” he mumbled under his breath. He bided his time by perusing the selection
of fruits. By the time Harry felt like
he had examined every piece of fruit at the cart, he was starting to give up
hope. He was about to leave when a voice
caused him to perk up.
“Yeah, we ran out of apples this morning, so I’m just
running a quick errand and grabbing them,” (Y/N) was explaining to the lady
running the stand. Hook’s eyes widened
as he silently moved towards her.
(Y/N) reached into her pocket to pay for the apples, but
Harry, who stood directly behind her, beat her to it.
“Allow me, princess,” he said, handing some cash to the
lady. Both the lady and (Y/N) stared at
him with confused expressions, shocked that the notorious thief Harry Hook actually
paid for something. “Come on, love, I
want to talk,” Harry whispered in (Y/N)’s ear before dragging her off.
They wound up in a dark, quiet alleyway. When Harry finally stopped walking, (Y/N)
found a chance to rip her arm out of his grip.
She began to run away, but Harry caught her wrist.
“Just give me a minute to explain, please,” he begged
her. Taken aback by his usage of manner,
she silently obliged and stopped trying to escape. “I messed up.”
“Yeah you did.” It
was the first time she had actually spoken to him.
“I know, I know, and I’m a total idiot,” he agreed with her,
“and I’m sorry. When you walked in the
shop that first day, Uma was suspicious of you.
I told her that there was nothing going on, but she insisted that I follow
you. I didn’t want to, I swear, but I had
to. And every day that I spent with you,
it felt less and less like following and more and more like… like-”
“Like what?” (Y/N) questioned, subconsciously inching closer
“It felt like we were just spending time together, you
know? Actually enjoying it.”
“That still doesn’t justify you leading me on like that just
as an attempt to get information,” she huffed, crossing her arms.
“Get information?” He
stared at her quizzically. “I didn’t
flirt with you to get information.”
“Then what was it? Am
I just a game to you? Harry Hook, the
infamous flirt on the Isle, just had
to have a crack at me to see if he could do it.
Well congrats, you did it. Now
you can move on and go pursue some other-”
Before she could finish her ramble, Harry frustratedly
grabbed her face and smashed his lips against hers. He slowly moved forward, backing (Y/N) into
“What,” she tore away from Harry, breathing heavily, “was
“You never seem to let me speak, do you, princess?” Harry grinned before pressing his lips on (Y/N)’s
once again, this time allowing her to reciprocate faster. She knocked his hat off his head and tangled
her fingers in his hair.
“I’m still mad at you,” she reminded him after she pulled
away, fighting a smile.
+ Dan’s been acting strange all day, but still insists he’s fine and everything’s normal.
+ He keeps staring off into space and Phil has to wave his hand in front of his face several times to get his attention. Finally Phil just slams him against the wall, pinning him there by his wrists.
+ “Dan, what’s going on with you?” He asks, figuring that must have gotten his boyfriend’s attention. Dan sighs, blushing.
+ “You know how I’ve been getting a bit… chubbier?” He asks. Phil nods. He’s more than aware; Dan’s stomach and thighs have been getting more cuddly and he loves it.
+ “Yes…?” He asks, narrowing his eyes. “Do you not like it? Because I’ve told you, your body is-”
+ “No, no, it’s not that,” Dan interrupts him, searching Phil’s eyes and chewing on his lip. “I’ve been getting these… comments.”
+ “Are people being rude? I swear I’ll-”
+ “No, Phil. Most of them aren’t mean… they’re…” Dan trails off, his gaze falling too his feet. “Just let me show you.”
+ Phil lets Dan lead him to his room, sitting on the bed as Dan leans over the desk, opening his laptop.
+ “They’re a bit…” he pauses, his face tinting pink. “Dirty,” he mumbles.
+ “Excuse me?” Phil stands up, moving to the desk to look at his screen, and Dan steps aside.
+ The first thing he sees is a comment saying, “fuck i wanna eat him out. i want my head between those chubby thighs, damn” and a bunch of people agreeing.
+ Phil’s seething. He crosses his arms, facing his boyfriend, who’s blushing and avoiding his gaze.
+ “Read them.”
+ Dan stares at him. “What?”
+ “I said, read them.” Phil raised an eyebrow. “Read them to me.”
+ Dan slowly approached the computer, watching Phil nervously as his eyes scanned the words.
+ “I-I want to…” he stuttered, licking his lips and glancing at Phil. Phil nodded for him to continue. “I want to go down on him s-so bad… and k-kiss him all over… he looks so much better with a little bit of fat…”
+ Phil silently dropped to his knees in front of Dan. “Keep going,” he muttered, tugging at his zipper.
+ “He’s so fucking sexy now, I’m so jealous of his boyfriend. I’d love to f-fuck him until he screamed…” Dan read, biting his lip, and Phil scowled, tugging down his zipper roughly.
+ “I w-would leave marks all over those pale thighs, m-make him look so pretty, all covered with my…” Dan flinched. “…my cum…”
+ “Block whoever said that one,” Phil growled, tugging Dan’s jeans down his hips and mouthing him through his boxers.
+ Dan gasped sharply, squirming automatically, but Phil grabbed his thigh tightly and held him still.
+ “Keep reading, princess.”
+ “I…” Dan started, his breath hitching. “Phil, I can’t-”
+ “Keep reading,” Phil repeated, digging his nails into Dan’s soft skin, his voice a sort of low sickly sweet growl that had Dan shivering.
+ “Yes s-sir,” Dan mumbled, moaning softly as Phil pulled his boxers down, licking a long stripe up his thigh. “I d-don’t even know who he is, but I… if I met him in a bar I would take him home, no doubt.”
+ Dan paused to whimper as Phil nipped at the sensitive place on his inner thigh, and god he was so close to the place Dan wanted him to be.
+ “I’d fucking tie that slut down and-”
+ Phil had heard enough; he pushed Dan back on his bed, moving his legs so they were wrapped around his head. He bit at Dan’s sensitive skin gently, humming when Dan moaned from above him, reaching down to tangle his fingers in Phil’s hair.
+ Dan arched his back, whining as Phil took all of him to the back of his throat, bobbing his head expertly. He knew Dan this way, only him. Only he knew all the ways to get him screaming so loud the neighbors could hear.
+ “Mine,” Phil whispered, digging his nails into a particularly chubby part of Dan’s thigh, brushing his fingertips up his stomach. “My pretty chubby baby, all mine.”
+ Dan nodded, whimpering and trying to keep himself from thrusting into Phil’s mouth. “Yes, daddy. Please- all yours.”
+ And right then, they both knew it. No one else even stood a chance.
a/n: please please request ideas for short series or one shots!! i like to cater to you guys and sometimes you really do come up with some cool ideas!! love always R🌹
as the years went on you’d think bullying and slut shaming was a thing of the past, you were sadly mistaken. in fact it seemed to get worse and more and more creative as the times went on.
i obliviously walked into school head held higher than normal as i spot Betty and Veronica standing near my locker, smiling brightly i approach them a little bounce in my step as I over to them.
i gawk smiling like an idiot, i had my very first date last night with one Reggie Mantle and you think it went rather well. we had a meal at pops and then went to the drive in to watch a movie where we stuffed our faces with junk food and spent the night cuddled up in the back of his truck with some small make out sessions before he dropped me home just before curfew.
I was still grinning, the gang wasn’t very thrilled with the idea of me going they said that he was a stupid football jock that just wanted to get into my pants and last night just proves that they were wrong - for once.
my smile fades as i glance at their concerned expression, i grab my books and close my locker as they glance from their phones to others loitering in the halls before first period before finally glancing at me.
“what?” i laugh glancing the hall to see many eyes on me, i spot Archie his expression the same as the girls.
“okay what the hell happened”
i ask breaking the silence, tapping my fingers against my books growing impatience at their lack of emotions and words.
“will someone please tell me what’s going on!”
i practically yell, Veronica glances at her phone again and i snatch it from her grasp as the red headed boy stops in front of us mumbling a small greeting.
i glance at the phone and see that the photo Reggie had taken off me last night in the drive in cuddle up to him, only he’d modified the picture and photoshopped maple syrup running down my face.
“oh my god” i say my breathe catching in my throat i click on the comments and instantly regret it the words ‘slut’ ‘ugly’ ‘whore’ 'attention seeking’ came up regularly along with comments about my weight and seemed liked everything else 'what a freak’ i give Veronica back her phone and sniffle tears pricking my eyes.
I look up to see Betty and Veronica staring me down
“do it say it!! okay 'i told you so’ okay I get it”
the girls shake their heads scrambling for words to comfort me
“forget it” i whisper pushing past them
“(y/n)” i hear archie call but I ignore him keeping my head down as i rush to class, everyone laughing and sharing comments as I pass.
i round the corner and slam into a body, we bump heads and i cuss grabbing my fallen bag and glances to see Jughead concern etched on his face “I saw the picture are you okay?” i sigh sniffling.
“no” i whisper
he places his hand on my shoulder rubbing it soothingly “i didn’t even do anything juggie- Archie’s and the others are just itching to tell me that they were right- again!”
“it’s okay- we know it’s not true. people believe what they want okay you-” jughead tries to soothe me running his hands up and down my arms.
“jughead” we both look up to see the smug look of Reggie
my blood boils and I shove his chest “i can’t believe you” i spit tearing up at the sight of him.
“what’s wrong baby?” he coos placing his hand tenderly on my shoulder i shudder at his touch and rip my shoulder from his grasp “don’t touch me reggie!” i warn.
he steps forward and jughead stands in front of me protectively, he laughs clapping his hands looking to his boys standing behind him “would you look at that” he howls getting up in jughead face.
“don’t even think about it” i seethe standing in front of jughead pushes at reggies chest.
as much as i wanted to cower behind juggie i knew that Reggie wouldn’t flinch punching him and the last thing i wanted was for my best friend to get punched in the face.
“oh c'mon i wasn’t going to punch your little boyfriend” he teases winking at the both of us “he’s not my boyfriend reggie- he’s my friend and i will not let some jerk bully my friends” i shout “or me for that matter”
he bites his lip pulling me into the wall pinning me down “god your hot when your angry” he whispers huskily into my neck.
“get off!!” i yell looking desperately to jughead for help but Reggies boys were holding him hostage.
“i mean it Reggie get off” i yell everyone decides to gather to watch the show, i thrash trying to get out of his grip but it’s useless.
“oh come one little (y/n) you weren’t this shy with me last night” i squirm “your fat ass wasn’t mad when I had my tongue in your mouth” he smirks and i cringe knowing that he was right.
“MANTLE” i head a loud voice
“archie” i say breathless my eyes begging for help
“let her go now” he orders edging closer
“or what andr-” he didn’t get to finish his sentence before archie ran and shoved Reggie off me and onto the floor.
grabbing me by the waist and pulling me into his arms
“so this is your boyfriend?” he howls “Andrews and (y/l/n) nice, I mean Arch buddy you could do way better she’s not much of a 10” he chuckles the group agreeing with him
“you okay” he whispers i nod “im okay now” i smile at him
“hate to break up the love fest but she’s mine archie, her face might not be all that but boy is her body”
the group whistles as they look me up and down taking in every once of me, i felt disgusted and disappointed that I ever thought Reggie was more than a jock with a good body.
the moment didn’t last as reggie grabbed me and shoved me into jughead, that flicks a switch in archie as he punches the boy in the jaw they wrestle around punching other and i yell for them to stop jughead holding me back.
the teachers are alerted and rush over to separate the boys as soon as Archie’s pulled back i run over to him placing my hands on his cheeks examining his face.
“arch” i say sadly glancing at his bruised eye and split lip.
“Andrews, Mantle my office NOW”
“i can’t believe the fought over you!” Ronnie squeals helping me zip up the back of my cheerleading uniform “swoon!” she finishes skipping over to Betty.
“it wasn’t over me, reggie was being an ass and Archie was just being a good friend” i conclude pulling my hair into a half up half down look adding blue ribbon for school spirt.
“have you spoke to him since it happened?” Betty asks sitting in front of me worry filling her voice.
“no, he had detention at lunch” she nods and i feel guilty “he came to see me after school but i just wanted to be alone. ill see him tonight” i try and smile knowing that Reggie would also be at the game.
Veronica touches up my face with a little makeup before the three of us head to school for the pep rally, my mood lifts a little football games were a ritual for me. i loved cheering with B & V and watching Archie play. Often we managed to drag Jughead and Kevin to the games to watch us all tonight that was one of those nights.
we meet the squad in the change rooms and grab our poms poms getting ready to go out onto the field to get the crowd pumped
“you will speak with him before the game right?” Veronica asks me worried, i nod following the girls out onto the field “promise”
“WOOHOO GO THE BULLDOGS” we cheer running and flipping out onto the field hyping the crowd up i spot jughead in the crowd and i jog over to him when Cheryl isn’t looking
“juggie!” i yell catching his attention “have you seen arch?”
as the words leave my mouth the bulldogs run through the banner Archie leading the pack with a huge black eye. i glance at him guilty, he doesn’t see me searching through the crowd of river vixen.
“ill talk to you later” i tell him he smiles frustrated giving me the 'I know your not okay’ stare.
i jog over to the drinks table where Archie stand his back facing me, i approach place my hand on his shoulder causing him to spin around relief flooding his expression as he realises it’s me.
“oh thank god it thought you weren’t here and i know you love the games and I didn’t want you to not come because of reggie and-” i cut him off placing my hand on his cheek touching the purpleness around his eyes gently.
“oh arch” he’s hand shots up to touch mine “im so sorry” i tell him tearing up
“hey it’s okay-” and just like that he’s swept up onto the field with all the others “arch” i call out trying to get he’s attention.
“hey it’s okay” i feel Betty’s hand on my shoulder “we gotta get ready” i nod turning to face her following her back to the squad getting ready to perform
the game finished miserable as the win was taken away from us in the last 5 minutes, the bulldogs look dull as they exit the field heading to the locker rooms. i sigh and grab my bag walking after the boys i needed to speak with Archie.
“(y/n)” i hear jughead call, choosing to ignore him i walk faster hoping to catch archie before he got into the locker room
“hey!” he yells panting as he catching up to me “ignore me much?” i roll my eyes
“i need to talk with archie okay? now are walking me or not?” i stop glancing at him “fine but yes i am because i swear to god if reggie lays a finger on you” i roll my eyes pulling him behind me
“yeah yeah you’ll kill him”
i push through the crowd of half naked boys as they undress ready to hit the showers, i struggle to find the boy before i spot the familiar red mop of hair. i weave in and out of the crowd before i edge closer to him.
he mustn’t of seen me because he turned and crash into me losing his towel in the process, jughead covers my eyes as Archie scrambles to re adjust his towel “(y/n) jughead what are you doing-”
i put my finger on his lips silencing him “let me talk please” i tell him, gaining the attention of everyone in the locker room.
i realise now why Jughead thought this was a bad idea
“look im sorry about today- your eye you losing the captain spot- you shouldn’t have gotten involved Archie it wasn’t your fight! you warned me and i didn’t listen and now your in trouble with your dad and the principal and you have a busted lip and a black eye all because of that freaking jerk!” i yell tearing up feeling stupid
“I know how much football meant to you, you need it to get into college to study your music and i completely ruined it for you because of a stupid stupid idea to prove a point!”
i run my fingers through my hair a few tears falling down my face, i wipe them as quickly as they fall Archie looks defeated not knowing what to say
“(y/n)-” he steps forward but stops as loud clapping fills the locker room
“what a speech” i growl facing Reggie
“oh go fuck yourself Reggie, haven’t you ruined enough lives today!” he smirks leaning against the locker his towel hanging low off his hips.
he reaches out to brush my hair behind my ear and Archie moves in front of me but i clasp my arm around his bicep “he isn’t worth it” i spit tugging Archie toward me.
“did i tell you how good you looked in that uniform” he licks his lips “that mini skirt, it’s like your begging for someone to kiss you, you look in desperate need let me help you princess”
he attempts to walk over to me but i extend my hand to his chest playing with him
“you know reg your right, i do really need a kiss” i tell him pulling my bottom lip with my teeth and fiddling with the bottom of my skirt fluttering my lashes.
i can see Archie adjusting his towel all the boys seem to be getting rather bothered by my act, Reggie steps forward reaching out to grab my waist but i spin grabbing the back of Archie’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss, jumping up to wrap my legs around his waist.
i deepen the kiss cheers from his team mates fill the air, i break away breathless kissing him once more before Archie sets me back down.
“much better” i sigh glances at a very frustrated Reggie “oh and reg you might wanna take a cold shower for junior” i tug at his towel leaving him completely naked before peeking Archie on the lips.
“see you outside”
he blushes scratching the back of his neck as he watches me walk out with jughead, i bite my lip swinging my hips feeling confident as i wait outside the locker room
“wow” jughead exclaims pacing back and fourth as the rest of our friends spot us and walk over to us, i roll my eyes at him grabbing his jacket to stop the pacing.
“hey” i greet the girls
“Pop’s?” Betty asks
we nod “yeah of course!”
“okay well lets go im sure archie can catch up” Veronica smiles grabbing my arm
“oh ill just wait for him we’ll meet you there!” they narrow their eyes jughead refusing to make eye contact not wanting to be interrogated.
“uh i haven’t spoken to him yet so i can do it on my way over before we met yous” they share glances with each other before nodding at my story.
“okay fine, jughead are you going to escort your ladies” he rolls his eyes pushing off the wall as the girls loop their arms with his and heading toward our favourite hang out.
the boys start exiting the locker room glancing at me as i wait fiddling with my hair and avoiding all eye contact. standing up to reggie wasn’t all that and but he whole makeout session could’ve been prevented but i was feeling epic.
“(y/n)? where are the others?” i glance up at the voice smiling at the red headed boy
i suddenly feel nervous my knees wobbling and my cheeks heating up at my name coming out of his mouth.
“uh they um- they are going to pops- i um told them that we’d yanno met them there” i finishes awkwardly glancing at my feet as I scuff them.
“that is if you want to go- if not i can just walk myself-” he smiles shaking his head at me “no no i wanna come” “good” i smile and with that we set off to Pop’s silence filling the air.
we reach the diner and i stop spoting our friends in the booth next to the window, Archie notices and stops turning to face me “you okay?” i nod
“im sorry about what happened before” i blurt worried that i misread Archie’s feelings toward me. nervousness washes over me and my smile slips from my lips.
“hey hey- no don’t be- it was amazing, your amazing” he finishes grabbing my hips and tugging me toward him.
“if im not mistaking is mr Archie Andrews finally making the first move?” i hint playful playing with his shirt, he laughs playfully placing his soft lips on me and closing the small gap between our bodies.
“you know Reg was right about the whole cheerleader outfit” i raise my eyebrows “hot as hell”
i kiss him back before lacing my hands with his and pulling him into the diner walking over to our friends sliding in next to Jughead as Archie takes the seat next to me siting closer then usual he drapes his arm across the back of the booth touching my shoulder soothingly.
“okay what the hell happened in the locker room?” Veronica asks sipping her milkshake.
“oh they had a huge make out session infringed of reggie it was intense should’ve been there” jughead spills earning a smack up side the head from Archie
i blush covering my face and leaning into Archie, i peer through my fingers and see the two girls staring intensely at m “what!” i complain giggling.
the group fall into a fit of laughter and i smile up at Archie as he tightens his grip around my waist making me feel safe.
As game director and vice president at Blizzard Entertainment, Jeff Kaplan is the leader and creative vision-holder for Overwatch. Kaplan oversees a crack squad of game development operatives tasked with the following mission parameters: design a highly stylized team-based multiplayer shooter set on a near-future earth, featuring a diverse cast of extraordinary characters embroiled in an epic, globe-spanning conflict. And make it awesome.
Jeff is the seventh tank to join the Overwatch lineup, and much like his real life skill, his gameplay is engineered around wrestling. His main weapon are his Fists, which he uses to punch people. Jeff’s movement is slow, and his weapon requires a long wind-up time, but he packs quite the punch! His alternate fire, Suplex, does just as it says. When Jeff is within range, he will grab the hero closest to him and suplex them, resulting in an instant kill.
His Catapult ability grabs the nearest enemy and launches them across the world. Say you are on the first point of Hanamura and you were to use Catapult, the enemy would be thrown to another map, such as Point 2 of Ilios. He can Pin enemies just like Reinhardt, but, he does not pin them to the wall. Instead he pins them to the ground. The enemy will be faced with a quick-time event and will have to struggle to get up. If they cannot get up within 10 seconds, they will be instantly killed. Finally, we have Jeff’s ultimate, Game-Breaking Bug. Upon activating this ultimate, the entire map will disappear and everybody but you will fall to their death.
A/N: I really liked what I came up with for Wonwoo in my Seventeen as the mafia, so I decided to turn this into a scenario.
Jeon Wonwoo x Reader
Summary: Played poker with him once. He lost. Now he wants a rematch but you keep denying his challenge.
Genre: Mafia AU, suggestive
Word count: 1,476
“Straight flush” you said laying down your cards.
It wasn’t your first time playing, no but you must admit
that you get lucky most of the time and tonight was one of these nights. You
were the only woman in the room and everyone’s eyes followed you as you took
all of their money. Especially the one’s sitting opposite you.
“This can’t be right. I never lose.” the man spoke.
“Well you just did.” you smirked and walked out.
“Hey!” he shouted after you but you decided not to be
bothered by him and went to the counter to get the chips exchanged.
“Don’t you ignore me goddammit.” someone grabbed you by the
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Keep your hands to
yourself.” but he didn’t let go.
“This can’t be right, you must have cheated. I demand a
“Are you crazy? I won fair and square, I can’t say the same
about you though.”
He seemed surprised by your statement.
“How did you- Never mind that, I can’t lose to you.”
“Why? Because I’m a woman?”
“What? No, you don’t-“
“Is this man bothering you, madam?” a security guard finally
came to your rescue.
“No. He. Isn’t.” you said taking your arm out of his grasp.
He just looked at you and turned to go.
“We will see each other again.”
You were kind of creeped out by what he said and decided not
to stay in the casino for any longer than you should. You took the money and
went to your car.
“What the hell was his problem.” you thought driving away.
You couldn’t sleep well that night, thinking about what happened. You were too
tired to make anything for yourself for breakfast and went to the café
downstairs to get your coffee.
“The usual.” you said.
“I will take the same thing as the girl.” you turned to your
right and saw the man from before leaning on the counter. You were about to say
something when he spoke.
“I said we will see each other again.” but you didn’t expect him
to actually do it.
“How did you find me?”
“I have my ways.” he smirked. You looked around. You don’t
feel safe with him.
“Are you searching for escape routes already? That’s sad, I
mean no harm. I just want to talk.”
“Yeah right.” you thought.
“I don’t need the money, I will get them back when we have a
rematch. I just have to win.”
“Is he serious?” you couldn’t help but start laughing.
“What’s so funny sweetie?” he took your hand. “I’m Wonwoo by
You looked at your hand in his and quickly pulled it out.
You took your coffee and went out the door but he followed.
“Hey don’t be so mean! I just introduced myself. At least
tell me your name.”
“I’m sorry I have to go.” you said almost running to your
car. You had no intentions of getting friendly with the likes of him. For all
you know he could be a stalker or something. You looked at him through your
rear view mirror and you could swear you saw him wink at you. You had trouble
concentrating in work and couldn’t wait to go home and back to bed. You were
about to leave when your co-worker came in your office.
“Y/N there is someone waiting for you at the entrance, he
said his name is Wonwoo. Do you know him?”
“What? No no no. This can’t be right.” you thought
descending down the stairs. You waited for a while before turning the corner
thinking if you should really confront him. He seemed dangerous.
“Are you hiding from me?” he smiled coming up to you.
“What are you doing here? How do you find me?”
“Let’s play.” was the only thing he could say. “Come on, it
could be fun.”
“I don’t want to. If I give you the money I won, will you
leave me alone?”
“I said I don’t need the money, I need a rematch.” he said
looking you in the eyes. Somehow you could tell he wasn’t lying but didn’t want
to admit that. You could feel this ending up badly if you said yes, so you
decided to ignore him and just go.
“Aish, what’s with that girl. It’s not like I’m asking her
to do the impossible.” Wonwoo thought.
“Well you will have to play with me sooner or later.” he
said to himself, looking at your ID on
his phone screen.
Lately he’s been getting on your nerves. You’re not scared
anymore, you’re annoyed. He shows up out of nowhere at the most random places
and always asks for a rematch. You have no idea how he does that but he’s
persistent, you will give him that. You actually found him really handsome and
were interested to find more about him but avoided doing so, as practically
everything about him said trouble. You sighed and got into your car. You almost
spilled you coffee when you noticed him sitting in the back seat.
“Wonwoo!? What the fuck?”
“Ooh you finally called me by my name!”
“Get the hell out of my car.”
“What do you mean no?”
“Come on Y/N, let’s play.”
You only thought for a second where he knew your name from as
you never mentioned it to him before answering.
“Geez, can’t you get over it already? I’m not playing your
“I didn’t want for it to come to this.” he said and you
gulped when you saw how serious and dangerous his face has become.
“We are going to my place.” he said taking his gun out and
pointing it at you. Your eyes widened at
the sight of the gun. Relax. It can’t be real.
“Are you seriously threatening me right now?” you asked him,
trying to hide your shaking voice. “Get out of the car.” and to your surprise
he did but he quickly came up to your side and opened the door.
“I could say the same for you.”
Not wanting to risk anything you got out. He wrapped his arm
around your waist.
“We’re going with my car.” he said guiding you to it. It was
a very fancy black car and you started thinking that maybe he really doesn’t
need your money. You kept silent the whole ride, only glancing at him every so
“Look. I’m not going to kill you.” he told parking the car.
He seemed to be living in some sort of hotel. He took your hand and went to the
elevator. You couldn’t help but be amazed by the luxury in his suite.
“Welcome.” he laughed. “Have a seat.” he said pointing at
the armchair near the table. He went to the other room and came back
with a suitcase. He opened it and started sorting the poker chips out.
“I never said I will play with you.”
“But you’re here aren’t you?”
“You took me by force.”
“Then I will put this here.” he said setting the gun on the
table. “Just in case.” he smirked.
“Ugh, fine. But only this one time and then I hope to never
see you again.”
A very genuine smile spread on his face and you tried not to
think how cute he looked.
“Finally.” he said.
“Full house.” you laid down your cards.
“Fuck!” he shouted, shoving everything off the table. “Why
does this keep happening?”
You stood up. It was kind of scary seeing him this pissed.
“Sit down.” he said calmly but you took a few steps back. He
looked you in the eyes. “Sit down. Don’t
let me repeat it for the third time.”
He seemed calm but you knew he’s planning something, so you
decided to just fuck it and turned around and ran to the door as fast as you
can when he grabbed you by the arm and slammed you to the nearby wall. He
pinned your hands above your head and leaned in closer, his face just inches
away from yours. His eyes were dark and he looked incredibly sexy. You blinked
a few times.
“What the hell Y/N?! Don’t let his good looks deceive you.” you thought as he lifted your chin up, so your eyes would meet his.
“What’s your secret? How come I can’t win against you?” you
could feel his breath on your skin.
“I played with you as you asked. Now let me go.” you said.
“I can’t do that. I can’t let you go until I win.” he
whispered into your ear. Being this close to him was bad but this made you
blush like crazy.
“I have another game in mind.” he said pressing his forehead
with yours and nibbling your lip. “Strip poker.” he smirked.