Oh, god, I just came up with a scenario and I hate myself.
Imagine Anti. Anti looking for Dark, to rile him up or find some sort of amusement or just because he’d been awfully quiet and hadn’t insulted his tactics in forever. He finds his little pocket of whatever void they exist in and… he’s not there.
He’s not at his table, in his suit, a cocky smile on his face as he said to him “I was wondering when you were going to show your face.”
There is one thing, though. A note. Although, Dark’s handwriting isn’t as meticulous and painfully fancy as normal (god, you could almost feel the ‘trust me, I’m a fancy man’ in his writing alone) but instead looked almost messy. Like he had been in a rush.
I’m so glad that I decided to wait until today to fly back, who would have thought it could get so cold in Arkansas? I mean, it’s not quite as cold as it is in Lima, but I was really hoping to come back to t-shirt weather at least. I mean, yes, this does mean my room is going to be a huge mess until the weekend, because I have no time to really organize my things since I’ll be in class the rest of the week. But if that’s the price I have to pay for waiting until the last possible day to come back, I’ll take it. I miss all of your lovely faces already, though!
If you are fasting tomorrow and you feel yourself getting sick, eat something.
If you are fasting tomorrow and you are so light-headed you can’t stand up: drink some water.
If you are fasting tomorrow and you take meds regularly, take them and the water you need to wash them down.
Yom Kippur is about reflection, atoning, and becoming a better person. Fasting is meant to take away distractions from that, and to keep us mindful for the rest of the year. It’s not meant for you to get to the point where you can’t make it through the day.
Like a lot of mizvot, fasting isn’t the destination — it’s the guide rail. Repentance is the observance of the day, not fasting. And to keep yourself healthy and alive and functional is the most important commandment, taking precedence over any other. There are many ways to reflect, to stay mindful, to atone, to filter the past year and approach the next; if you aren’t able to do it with your body, you can still do so with your heart.
Shana tova, all. May you be inscribed in the Book of Life.
Summary: Waking up next to Steve is something that you can get used to.
Word Count: 1600+
Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, some language.
Notes: I started writing something angsty and got sad so I wrote this to make myself feel better. Idk man, idk. It got longer than I wanted?? and off topic?? I just love these kids and i love Steve Harrington.
Requests are OPEN!
Dating Steve Harrington came with a lot of surprises. The whole Upside Down thing, oddly enough, wasn’t one of them; you’d stumbled into that whole mess before you’d even met him, thanks to your insatiable curiosity and tendency to nose around places you really had no business being in. No, the oddities that Steve brought to your life were much more mundane, and all the more surprising for that.
~ You and Harry are college buddies who live together and one time he comes home drunk, and very horny ~
Warning: smut, just that.
You were awaken by the crashing sound coming from the front door. You just knew right away that it was your flat mate since it wasn’t the first time he came home after midnight. He was definitely drunk because no sober person would curse a chair after knocking it over.
You sat up in bed and pulled up the cover to hide your revealing lace nightgown as Harry stumbled into your bedroom because you always went to bed leaving the door open. He would always go straight to his bed whenever he came home late, which was all the time, but this time you didn’t know why he went to your room instead. You just thought he was probably so drunk that he forgot where his room was.
“Had fun I see,” you said to him. His eyes were weary and his skin flushed. You could smell the entire party on him.
“Yeh should’ve come.”
“I hate most people there.”
His large feet got in his way and he almost lost his balance, holding to the door knob to keep himself standing before he leaned against the doorframe for support.
“Did I wake yeh?” he asked with a crooked smile, closing his eyes because the room was starting to spin.
“No, I just happened to stay up until 2 AM waiting for your drunk ass to burst into my room,” you said and he seemed amused by you being sarcastic.
“I think…I think I drank too much—fuck,” he shook his head, which fell on his shoulder, heavy from the liquor.
“Stop mockin’ me,” his words tangled together on his tongue as he stumbled forward then crashed down right in front of you on your bed. You needed sleep because you had classes the next morning so there was no way you would let him fall asleep there. You grabbed his shoulders to pull him up but he let his full weight fall on you, knocking you flat down on your back with him lying on top. You told him to get off but he was too drunk to move, instead he was nuzzling into your neck.
You had admitted to yourself a long time ago that you had a crush on Harry. Why wouldn’t you? He was a handsome young man with a good heart. But you never let him know about your little crush because you thought he wasn’t attracted to you. As Harry was snuggling into your arms, you could have just pushed him off and kicked him out of your room but you couldn’t do it because you enjoyed the feeling.
“I missed yeh, pet,” he almost sounded like a child and it was too adorable. Drunk Harry could be cute and yet so sexy.
“Um…How was the party?” you asked, changing the subject as you felt your body temperature increase and your face turning red.
“S'fine. Kayla was all over me though.”
“Was she?” Kayla was just one of Harry’s friends who was obsessed with him.
“But I said “no, no, I have to go back to Y/N”. Yeah. And-and I asked Jack to drive me home ‘cause I missed yeh.”
You were taken aback and nervous at the same time, wondering to yourself if he knew what he was talking about or he was just speaking nonsense out of drunkenness.
“You’re so warm,” his hips swiveled against yours and you could feel his content smile against your neck. You held your breath and pushed his hips back.
“Let’s get you back to your room.”
Harry let you sit him up, sleep was in his eyes and he looked like a drunk little boy, which amused you. He smiled at you and thanked you for what reason you weren’t sure. You giggled and attempted to get yourself off the bed but he was quick to wrap his arms around your waist and shifted you into his lap, burying his head in your neck and pressing his lips to your jawline. Your whole body immediately reacted to him even though you were shocked by his action. You knew you shouldn’t have but you wanted more.
“Harry, what-” you tried to stop him but his wide palms slid up your back, holding you in place as his lazy kisses fell down your collarbone to just above your breasts. You felt his warm touch burning your skin over the thin fabric of your gown and didn’t try to protest when he cupped one of your breasts with his large hand. Your eyes went shut and you didn’t even know how he managed to get your dress off you, leaving you in just your panties half naked in front of his lustful eyes. His tongue found your nipple, flicking it and circling it slowly. You held onto the back of his head and let a light moan peel up your throat, automatically moving your hips, rubbing yourself against the cool metal of his belt buckle.
“Harry…we shouldn’t…” You didn’t know why you even tried to stop him when your whole body was participating in the action, but you still felt like you should have said something because he was drunk and you were sober.
“I want to fuck yeh,” he asked with your nipple still between his lips and the sight of it along with those words were enough to make you lose your mind.
“You need to sleep.”
“But you’re drunk.”
“I still know wha' I want,” His voice was rough against your ear and you rolled your eyes closed as he pressed a kiss to the spot below your jaw then across your cheek then you just completely gave in and let him kiss you. His tongue pushed against yours, letting you taste the liquor. You immediately moaned against his hot mouth because you could feel how hungry he was for you. Harry raised his arms up into the air and let you peel his shirt off and it didn’t take more than a few seconds for your panties to get ripped off.
You laid back down again with Harry between your opened legs, pushing his cock against your heat through his black trousers. You two kissed like a horny couple in love. He kept grinding his hips into yours and it was sending electricity through your core, making you a moaning mess beneath him. Harry pushed his hand between your bodies and drove two fingers into you suddenly. You gripped his arm as he pumped his long fingers hard and fast while sucking on your bottom lip. Harry pushed his fingers deeper, curling them against your walls, at the same time working on your clit as well. You sucked in a breath and clenched around his digits.
“Fuck, Harry—” His hand felt so good it was making you see stars. You rolled your hips quickly, his fingers still tucked inside you as you held his wrist. Riding his fingers like they were his cock as he watched with lustful eyes, his lip tucked between his teeth. You pulled his hand free and looked at him, his face was pure sex and desire and arousal so you just had to crash your mouth against his again. You unbuckled his belt and pulled open his button fly with a tug, sliding your hand between his boxers and jeans to rub him, get him fully hard and ready for you. You had turned into a completely different person and he really enjoyed how you were taking the initiative.
“Fuck, baby. Let me fuck yeh.” Your entire body was on fire, strongly reacting to the sound of those words on his lips. You gripped his ass as he wasted no time driving into you. You tossed your head back on the bed and the two of you both groaned. He sucked the skin of your throat before planting his hand on the bed and gripping my hip with his other. He was going hard and fast, destroying your entire body with his thrusts. You soon forgot that he was drunk and just paid attention to how good he was making you feel.
You lifted your leg up his hip and he moved his arm to hook it under you knee and throw your leg over his shoulder. His face was red from pleasure and he slightly opened his mouth, his breath caught in his throat and you were so turned on watching him fuck you. You pushed his hair off his face and held his cheeks in your hands.
“Fuck, yeh feel good,” he managed to speak as you told him to fuck you harder if it was possible. You were digging your nails into his flesh, listening to the sound of your skin slapping and dirty moans filling the room. Both of you were loud and out of control as his cock slammed into you deep and hard.
“Fuuuuck, Harry. Oh God. Oh shit.“
"Shit. Yeh gonna cum fo’ me, baby? C'mon.” His words breathed against your mouth and you felt like you were about to explode. You could hardly handle the tone of his voice when he was fucking you even deeper and it didn’t take you much longer to release. Your body started contracting and tensing. You screamed out his name, letting it pour passed your lips over and over again until you felt the warmth of him spilled deep inside you. Thankfully you were on the pills. You clung to his back as he panted against your neck, your core still wrapped around him, pulsing and contracting. He groaned and rolled to his back, pulling you on top of him while you petted his face.
“Are yeh okay?” he asked and you nodded your head yes.
“Yeah, are you?”
“Yep.” Harry kept his eyes close, still trying to breath steady again. The fucking session might have sobered him up, you thought.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you fo’ so long,” he said after a moment, making you giggle and hide your face in his chest.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah, it’s so hard when we’re livin’ together.”
You bit your bottom lip and felt heat rushing up to your cheeks.
“I have a crush on you,” you confessed. You had thought of a few scenarios in which you finally told him how you felt but this was definitely not one of them. Harry seemed quite indifferent toward what you had just said to him though which made you think he might not feel the same.
“I knew tha’. I mean…yeh made it quite obvious, the way you’ve always looked at me.”
Your eyes widened as you gasped and smacked his chest slightly. “And you didn’t say anything?”
“I thought it was cute tha’ yeh tried to hide it. But if it makes yeh feel better…” He locked eyes with you and a playful dimpled smile appeared on his pretty face. “…I have a crush on yeh too.”
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Y/n, we… we made a bet…” he looked down not wanting to finish his sentence. Just the thought of Jin being so heartbroken over something made your heart hurt. “we made a bet a long time ago…. We… y/n please don’t be mad’ he looks as if he was shaking. ‘Just spill it Jin! What’s so hard to tell me!” you angrily spat at him, you wanted to know the truth, why have they been acting weird?
“y/n we made a bet on you when we first met you… we at first didn’t want to be friends with you but w-we bet on who could be friends with you and stay friends with you the longest…” he was on the verge of tears, you could tell he felt sorry and wished it never happened but you were too mad to notice.
“w-what…” your eyes filled with tears, you couldn’t seem to say anything, you had no words. You heard your name being called by all of them, each trying to hug you or console you, telling you they were sorry, that they loved you but you couldn’t hear it. You didn’t feel comfortable anymore, you were holding yourself on their couch scared to touch anything. You kept your head down you didn’t want to show them that you were weak, that they actual hurt you. before they could explain themselves, you ran. You ran as far as your legs could take you. out their door, onto the streets, you could hear the members running after you but you didn’t want to talk to them, you ran so fast that when you stopped you didn’t know where you were.
You sat on the pavement by the edge of the street, you were cold, heart broken, and everything in between. How could they? They meant so much to you. you even called them your family but family doesn’t do that, they don’t bet on you, for what reason to? How much were they getting paid for this bet? They bet your whole life ever since you meant them. For once you felt like you’ve made a family, who you could trust, who has held you when you were in tears, when you were hurt, they were there they promised you that you could trust them that’s they’ll never hurt you and the sad part is? That you believed them. You wanted to forget them. Was all this a joke to them? They never cared about you huh? When they comforted you would they just laugh when you were out of earshot? How could they do this.
You got up and started to walk you didn’t know where you were going but you just wanted to go…. Leave this place. The more you thought about them and the ‘bet’, the faster you walked. The tears in your eyes blurring your vision caused you to fall and scrape your knee, you yelped in pain as your whole body fell to the ground, that’s when you lost it, the crying started again but this time without an end. you tried to get up only stumbling back down to the ground, you twisted your ankle, you reached your phone and called (y/bff/n) she was your best friend other than the boys. “pick up….” you mumbled between your tears. “hey y/n! what? Slow down. What happened?” you managed to calm down enough to tell her to pick you up, you couldn’t tell her what happened… at least not now… you sent her your location, and within 10 minutes she had raced over to you. “y/n!” she ran out to help you into her car. when you sat down, you started crying again, how could one person cry this much you thought to yourself but you didn’t really care, you were hurt, you didn’t know if you could trust them again. (y/f/n) just let you cry it out she tried to comfort you the best as she could but it didn’t seem to work you were still crying, balling your eyes out. You were thankful she didn’t ask any questions you weren’t ready to answer any of them, you didn’t know if you’d ever be.
When you reached your apartment, you could see Jin, Hoseok, and Yoongi waiting there you saw their faces, Hoseok was in tears just like you, Yoongi was hurt he turned around not facing the members with him to cry a bit before turning back around trying to conceal his tears, Jin looked broken… you didn’t know how to explain it any other way then broken. You squeezed (y/f/n) signalling her to help you out. You whispered in her ear that you didn’t want to talk to them ad she just nodded she gave you a sad look before following your command.
. She helped you out of the car, and you could already hear the scream your name in relief. (y/f/n) told them to back away, they followed her instructions. You could hear them mumble your name a few times but they stayed quiet. When you were at your apartment you heard Yoongi yelling your name, he was running after you “y/n talk to us! We promise we don’t mean it! We regret it!” he yelled so loud you were pretty sure he woke up everyone in the building “please… please y/n …I regret it so much…. Please don’t leave us… don’t leave me” he fell to his knees in front of you, with the others running behind him trying to catch up you. You yelped out a cry, and slammed your door. You couldn’t face them, so much was running through your head you didn’t want to face them. You dragged yourself down by the door and Yoongi started banging on the door “y/n! Please! Let me in! let us in! please y/n!” with every bang your heart broke. You could hear Hoseok and Jin as well. It broke your heart, you couldn’t face them though you were to hurt from what happened you couldn’t. while their voices got louder your sobs did as well. You heard Jin tell Yoongi and Hoseok to give you some space and with one last bang you heard “Y/n we won’t give up, I won’t give up…I’m sorry” they could hear your sobs and you knew that, you tried to cover your mouth anything to muffle the noises but it wouldn’t work you just cried louder.
A/N: lol guys what do u think? thank you for patiently waiting for part 3! honestly i had so many thoughts for this part and I’m sorta ok with how it turned out what do y'all think? thank you all for liking this series so much it means the world to me! part 4?
When I saw I hit 400,000 followers on this account I was shocked thank you so much! It is honestly mad to think that, that many people follow this blog. When I started this blog 8 months ago I never dreamed it would grow to this size so I am extremely grateful!
hey may I request a ceo!jungkook x fem!reader semi-fluff where the reader is his new secretary and he acts nervous and shy around her, and it leads to eventual smut? thank you! :)
→ summary:Jeon Jungkook was good at bussiness, but not with women. His best friend knew that and decided to give him a hand - hiring you as his new secretary.
“Excuse me, who are you?”
“I’m Y/N. Your new secretary, Sir.”
He examined you from head to toe and gulped. Was this some kind of joke? After the old Mrs. Choi (who made an excellent job despite her age) retired, he asked for a new secretary to the Human Resources Department from the company. He expected a younger woman, but not that younger and certainly not that pretty.
You were sitting on your new desk, in front of his office door. A forced smile was carved on your lips, desperately waiting for his approval. His eyes travelled from yours, to the curve of your lips, to your neatly tied hair, your collar bones under your white blouse and… Embarrassed, he muttered a “This can’t be,” to himself and entered his office before slamming the door shut.
His feet rushed towards his desk, his lower lip caught between his teeth as he pressed the numbers on the phone.
“Humaan Resouurceees?” a voice sang from the other end of the line.
“Park Jimin, who is Y/N?”
Jimin’s laughter sounded like music, and after all those years as best friends, Jungkook could imagine him two floors below him: the blonde man pressing his back against his seat and a mischievous smirk decorating his features. “Your new secretary, Boss.”