#or the early years of the WoR

[galahdborn]

☆ @caecus-scientia ☆

Nyx had taken on a solo hunt in order to get away from the noise of all the people who had also survived Insomnia's fall. They stayed together, because there was safety in numbers and it was the best way of going about survival with their home gone, but Nyx often got overwhelmed. His friends weren't there, the only people who could've possibly given him an anchor to hold onto, so he had to find something else.

He hadn't expected to meet someone else out here in the middle of nowhere, especially not a someone who was... picking up ingredients?

"Hey, a nasty Reaperking has been spotted in this area, so you should be careful, alright?" he called out, feeling like it was his duty to warn the other male. Nyx didn't think that a reaperking was a big threat, but civilians wouldn't agree – still, didn't this guy seem kind of familiar?

[fastandcarlos]

Kisses For You : ̗̀➛ Lando Norris

summary: 2.6k of the fluffiest early morning with lando

A faint groan escaped from you as a change in colour disturbed your sheet. Lando couldn’t help but chuckle as the shutter then went down.

“You’re an idiot, you mumbled, pulling the duvet up tighter around your body, hoping somehow that the morning hadn’t arrived just yet.

“Yeah…but I’m your idiot,” Lando couldn’t help but tease, a quiet snigger coming from him as you pushed further into the pillow. “You looked too cute.”

Lando continued to hold his phone tight in his hand as he studied your features quietly. Your eyes were still shut, but the corners of your mouth had turned up, no matter how annoyed you wanted to be at Lando for disturbing your sleep, you could never truly stay made at him for long. His hand comes up, brushing through your hair, tucking the loose strands behind your ear.

“I love seeing you when you’re like this.”

“Like what?” You asked in confusion, shuffling your frame closer to where Lando laid, hissing slightly at the change in temperature across your bed. Your spot was toasty, but now you found yourself laying in the cold. Lando reacts straight away, placing his hand against your waist to try and squeeze you just a couple of centimetres closer towards where he was.

“So sleepy.”

As soon as he finishes speaking, Lando presses his first kiss of the day to the top of your head, feeling his heart quicken slightly.

You could only chuckle, “yep, you’re still an idiot.”

Lando knew you never meant it as you tucked your head into his chest, you loved to tease him and try and wind him up. He was happy though, he didn’t care what you were doing, it was just nice for him to be home. He loved being able to wake up with all of his comforts around him, but most of all he loved waking up knowing that his best friend was right beside him. Those moments were the ones he loved to capture, the ones when you were at your most comfortable, a side to you that no one else in the world got to see, because no one else made you feel like Lando did.

That was the moment when Lando was reminded of your previous night, the passion and relief mixed perfectly together as the two of you reunited.

Your touch was always what Lando craved the most whenever the two of you were apart. The feeling of your fingertips desperately digging into his arm, fearful that he would go again, or how you called out his name and threw your head back, giving him the satisfaction that he was the reason you felt so good. Lando struggled to believe sometimes that the two of you still had so much lust and attraction after so many years, but the feeling of making you feel as if you were the top of the world was something that he would never tire of. Where you found yourselves was an entirely different moment from last night, but that didn’t stop you still sending Lando’s mind into overdrive. If he was honest, his mind was always filled with thoughts of you, those moments he captured in his memory, the ones he treasured forever.

He was lost in his own little world at that point, entirely unaware of the trail of kisses that you had left across his collarbone, still smelling the effects of last night as your nose tickled his bare skin.

Lando was hungrier than ever last night.

Soon enough Lando rejoins you in the room, letting you know as he reciprocates your kisses, pressing several to your forehead, poking his finger gently against the side of your arm.

It was lazy. It was comfortable. It was everything that the two of you enjoyed together.

“You’re so beautiful,” Lando whispered against the top of your head, “how did I ever get so lucky?” He then asks, following up with yet another kiss.

“It’s too early for you to be this cheesy,” you laughed, relaxing your hand over the top of his heart.

“It’s true,” Lando argued in reply, “you’re funny, smart, caring, trusting, selfless, considerate, and pretty damn good in bed, I could go on and on,” he added, breaking each word with a kiss, hearing you laugh at his last words. His voice was sincere, Lando was incredibly fond of you and over the years he had made sure to be more and more vocal about the effect that you had on him.

As much as you want to tease him, you can’t. A shiver runs down your spine, knowing full well that your cheeks were a dark crimson once Lando had finished talking. You felt like you were floating on a cloud, if Lando wasn’t there holding onto you, you were sure that you would roll off the bed in a fit of giggles and excitement. He somehow had the control, knowing you weren’t particularly happy about being woken up, he’d soon turned things around and wrapped you around his finger again.

At last, Lando watched as you opened up your eyes, eyelids fluttering at the bright light. “You’re the best.”

Your hand on his chest pushed gently against him, the exhaustion in your expression was clear to Lando as you moved lazily opposite him.

“You’re just the best human ever.”

“I don’t think many would agree,” you laughed, “but luckily for me, your opinion means the most.”

“And yours does to me.” Lando responded.

���Really? I wasn’t expecting that,” you admitted, with how many people Lando had to impress day to day, you always thought you were low on that list, you were powerless compared to some.

“It’s always you.”

And that was the moment where Lando crumbled.

He suddenly found himself unable to speak, barely able to look at you as his sudden confession turned him into a weak mess beside you too.

Deep down your opinion meant the world to him, he always wanted to do right by you and know that you always had a smile on your face.

“I love you,” he spoke, so quiet you could barely hear him as he pressed a kiss again to the top of your head to be able to hide his own embarrassment. “I love everything about you.”

“I know,” you replied, your voice quiet too, “you told me that plenty of times last night you know.”

“And I meant it too.”

Every single last word spoken, Lando had meant.

“I’ll always mean it, I never will quite understood how I managed to find someone like you.”

A comfortable silence descended upon the two of you, your hand tracing on Lando and his arm shaking around your waist managed to do all the talking for you both.

“I mean I always knew that true love existed, but I never imagined that love would feel this good, it still overwhelms me, still leaves me wanting more of you every second of every day.”

A shaky breath escapes from Lando as he gives himself a moment to find his composure again, knowing you’re holding onto his every word.

“I wish I knew your secrets, try to understand why you make me feel this way. All I ever want to do is protect you, make you feel as loved as you deserve to be.” Your head tilted back as Lando spoke, moving your hand up to cup the side of his face, feeling him press a kiss to your fingertips. “Everything about you just drives me crazy.”

You couldn’t quite believe what you were hearing from Lando, although he had a tendency to be sentimental with you, this morning someone had opened up the floodgates.

It always seemed to be the way, once the two of you came down from your high the previous night, Lando would fill you back up with loving reminders again.

“You know there are no secrets to share, I’m just me…just happy…with you,” you whispered, brushing the pad of your thumb against his cheek.

For the first time in a while, Lando met your eyes. His heart swelled as the wide smile on your face suddenly took his breath away.

“How do you always manage to find the right thing to say?” Lando enquired, shaking his head at you.

“Surprisingly sweet for someone broken from their sleep a few minutes ago, right?” You joked.

You wished there was more to it, but being honest, you often found yourself pondering the same thing.

“You can get some more sleep if you want, I don’t mind.”

Lando took a hold of your hand and tried to tuck it back into the duvet so that you could snuggle back down to sleep again, but you were having none of it. You were wide awake now, admiring the view that had finally returned before you after so long being there all alone.

“Do you think you’ll ever stop?” You then asked as Lando took your hand and pressed several kisses to the back of it. “You’re not out of kisses?”

His head shook proudly, “for you? There’s no such thing I’m afraid.”

As much as he wanted to mess with you, Lando admittedly was quite concerned by your lack of sleep, the two of you had barely slept the night before, too busy reminding one another of what you had missed out on.

“I bet you can’t keep on doing this forever Lan.”

“Is that a challenge for me?” He pushed, attacking your cheek with several feather-like kisses. “Because I can guarantee you that I’ll never tire of kissing you y/n.”

Your eyebrows raised as Lando seemed to throw down the gauntlet, not that you ever doubted him.

“Sorry? I can’t quite hear an answer from you babe.”

“Shut up will you,” you smiled innocently, “I love you.”

Those three words were still special to Lando, and as he heard them for the first time that day, his body froze in delight.

As his smile grew, you reached behind you and picked up your own phone from your bedside table, opening up the camera. You leant back slightly so that Lando was in full view of your shot, snapping the moment his smile was at his widest, knowing that photo would come in handy next time he went away. As the shutter went down, Lando came forwards, tickling against your waist.

“That’s not fair,” he laughed, a wave of euphoria running down his spine as he heard your laughter echo around the room.

Lando carried on for a few moments, knowing to stop as soon as heard you calling out his name, struggling to catch your breath.

The smirk on his face made you want to hit against him, curse him for being so cocky when it came to his ability to tease you. But you couldn’t. Because deep down you loved it. You loved when he pushed your buttons and tried to tip you over the edge.

His proud smile was impossible though.

You hated him for it.

You hated how well he knew you.

How much he loved to love you.

But opposite you, you knew that Lando felt the exact same way.

“Aren’t you the cutest!”

“Go away,” you scoffed as Lando clasped his arms around your frame to pull you back into him.

His head shook in response to your request.

“You don’t want me to leave,” he argued.

Could you respond? No. Was Lando correct? Absolutely. You wanted him to stay more than anything and never leave you again. You wanted him as he was right now, playing with your hair and showering you with all kinds of affection, the affection that you missed and craved so badly when he was off and racing around the world. Feeling the warmth of his frame beside you felt like home, the safe space you were desperate for.

Your brief moment was broken by Lando capturing your lips, telling by your eyes you were losing yourself pretty deep.

“I love being yours.”

It felt like you found yourself in one of those cheesy romcoms, the type that you watched when you were a child and dreamt of one day hopefully having a relationship like it. Although now, it was your reality. Everything that you’d dreamed of as a child was now coming true, and that was all thanks to Lando. Thanks to the man who stared at you with such adoration you felt weak at the knees.

“I’m sure there are many people around the world who would disagree with that,” you chimed.

Lando pouted in response to your words, “they’re all liars, the only person in the world that I want to be with…is you.”

Your hand returned to the side of his face, “I bet none of them miss you like I do.”

“And I bet that however much you missed me, I missed you so much more,” he couldn’t help but tease, ignoring the shakes of your head as you tried to argue against him.

You want to speak, but Lando shuts you, pressing a kiss to your parted lips before anything escapes.

“You’re impossible,” you whisper against his lips as Lando pulls away ever so slightly. “How am I ever supposed to win against you when this is how you treat me?”

Lando shrugged, he didn’t want you to win, not when him winning resulted in peppering kisses all over your body and face.

“I love you,” he found himself announcing again.

Some could be forgiven for being intimidated by the closeness of Lando, but you knew him better, you knew how much he needed you close by.

“I know, and I love you too,” you reminded him, not that Lando ever doubted you for a second.

“Everything about you is perfect,” Lando spoke, coming back at you, trailing his finger tips alongside either side of your body, feeling the goosebumps against your skin.

“Lando, stop.”

He pondered for a moment, but eventually Lando did as you asked. “Stop what?” He asked, opting for the innocent choice.

“We can’t do this again.”

As much as you wanted to push Lando away, still feeling the effects from last night, he was like an irresistible force beside you who you could never avoid for long.

He had known you long enough to know exactly how to get you where he wants you for his own satisfaction, and mostly, how to get exactly what he wants from you too.

“I know what you’re thinking,” you told him, reading Lando like a book. “I promise, later, I just can’t right now.”

“I get it,” Lando assured you, never wanting to push you to anything. “We can do kisses now, and maybe other things can wait until later.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, “I don’t mean to disappoint or anything.”

You were doing anything but, if Lando was anything, he was understanding, he knew where the line was and never overstepped it.

“You could never do such a thing y/n.”

Lando gave you a moment to settle again, smiling widely as you chose to settle against his chest, draping your arm across his frame as his wrapped around your own.

“Y/n,” Lando whispered as you both found yourselves staring up at the ceiling.

“Yeah Lan?”

“Let’s stay here today, right in this spot.”

“You mean all day?”

“Yeah,” Lando cheered, keen to savour as much of the time he had with you as possible. “This is where I want to be with you.”

“Let’s do it,” you chimed, much to Lando’s delight. “A lazy day in bed with you sounds like a dream right now.”

Lando squeezes you tighter against his chest.

“Don’t forget all those kisses too.”

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[moonxknightx]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : MORE THAN WORDS : :;

╰┈➤ ❝ [PAIRING] ❞ Logan Howlett x F!Reader

・❥・GENRE: Fluff and a bit of angst

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆FANDOM: X-Men

ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: Pregnancy, Emotional Angst, Brief Mention of Fear of Abandonment, Discussion of Uncertainty About Parenthood

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥SUMMARY: You find out you're pregnant with Logan's baby and confide in your sister Jean, unsure how to tell him. With her support, you eventually tell Logan, who’s initially shocked but reassures you he’s not leaving, and the two of you commit to facing the future together.

Based on this request

THE SKY OUTSIDE WAS SOFT WITH THE EARLY LIGHT OF DAWN, casting a warm glow through the large windows of Xavier's School. You stood in the kitchen, gripping a mug of tea between both hands, but you couldn’t bring yourself to take a sip. The steam swirled up, almost hypnotic, but your mind was far away from the present moment.

You were pregnant.

Logan’s child was growing inside you, and the weight of that realization felt like an anchor pulling you deeper into your own thoughts. How could you tell him? His life had been filled with so much pain, loss, and isolation. What if this wasn’t something he wanted? Or worse, what if this was something he couldn’t handle? The questions swirled around in your head like a storm.

And then there was Jean—your sister. She would know what to do. She always did.

You needed to talk to her.

~

You found her in the garden, seated on one of the stone benches with a book resting in her lap. Her red hair glistened in the sunlight as the soft breeze carried the scent of flowers and freshly cut grass through the air. You stood there for a moment, watching her, wondering how to even begin.

She glanced up before you could even make a sound, her green eyes immediately softening as she saw the turmoil on your face. “Hey,” she said gently, closing the book and setting it aside. “What’s going on?”

You sat down beside her, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, feeling the weight of the unspoken words pressing against your chest. “Jean, I—I need to tell you something, but I don’t know how to say it.”

Her brow furrowed slightly, concern creeping into her voice. “Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You let out a shaky breath, your eyes focusing on the ground as if it held the answers you were searching for. “I’m pregnant, Jean.”

There was a pause. Silence hung in the air between you for what felt like an eternity before Jean spoke, her voice soft with surprise. “Pregnant?” She turned to face you, her hand gently resting on your arm. “Oh my god… does Logan know?”

You shook your head quickly, the thought of that conversation sending a fresh wave of anxiety through your veins. “No, he doesn’t. I haven’t told him yet. I don’t know how.”

Jean’s face softened, and she squeezed your arm reassuringly. ���Hey, it’s going to be okay. Logan loves you. He’ll understand.”

You scoffed lightly, not because you didn’t believe her, but because you didn’t know if Logan knew *how* to deal with something like this. “Jean… he’s been through so much. I don’t want to bring more chaos into his life. He already has enough of that.”

Jean sighed, her eyes thoughtful as she considered your words. “I get it. Logan’s life has been hard—harder than most. But this isn’t chaos. This is something beautiful, something new. You’re not throwing him into more pain. You’re giving him a future.”

You looked at her, biting your lip. “But what if he doesn’t want it? What if this… if I… if we’re not what he needs?”

Jean paused, letting the question linger in the air. She tilted her head slightly, her gaze filled with understanding. “You won’t know until you tell him. But you can’t carry this alone. You’re not alone in this.” She brushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “And Logan isn’t the kind of man who would just walk away from something like this. He’s been fighting for a family for years, whether he knows it or not.”

You nodded slowly, her words sinking in, but your heart was still racing. “How do I even start? How do you tell someone something like this?”

Jean smiled gently, trying to ease your fears. “There’s no perfect way. Just tell him the truth. Be honest with him, and let him process it how he needs to. You’re both in this together, remember?”

The thought gave you some strength. Together. You and Logan had always faced the world together, no matter what. Maybe this would be no different.

“I’m scared, Jean,” you admitted, your voice a whisper.

“I know,” she said softly. “But you don’t have to do this alone.”

You gave her a weak smile, feeling some of the weight lift off your chest. “Thanks. I… I just needed to hear that.”

She leaned in and hugged you tightly. “You’ve got this. And if you need me, I’m here, okay?”

You nodded, letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Now came the hard part.

~

You found Logan later that day in the garage, working on one of the old motorcycles. The sight of him, rugged and focused, usually made your heart skip in that familiar way, but today it only heightened your nerves. He wiped the grease from his hands with a rag, looking up when he noticed you standing there.

“Hey, darlin’,” Logan said, his voice low and gruff, though his eyes softened when they landed on you. “You okay? You’ve been quiet all day.”

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what had to be said. “Can we talk?”

Logan raised an eyebrow, immediately sensing something was up. “’Course. What’s goin’ on?”

You walked closer, feeling your heart pound in your chest. There was no turning back now. “Logan… I don’t really know how to say this, so I’m just going to come out with it.”

He set the rag down, giving you his full attention, concern etched in his expression. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m pregnant,” you blurted out, your voice barely above a whisper.

The words hung in the air between you, and you watched as Logan’s face went blank for a moment. His hands stilled, his breath catching in his throat. For a split second, you feared the worst—that this was too much for him, that he would shut down or push you away.

But then his brow furrowed, his lips parting as he struggled to find the right words. “You… you’re sure?”

You nodded, biting your lip nervously. “I found out a few days ago. I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you.”

Logan stared at you, his intense gaze searching your face for any sign of doubt. Slowly, his hand reached out, resting against your stomach, almost as if he needed to feel it to believe it. His fingers were gentle, the contrast to his usual gruffness catching you off guard.

“You’re havin’ my kid,” he muttered under his breath, almost like he was trying to wrap his head around it.

“Yeah,” you whispered, your eyes fixed on his face, watching for any sign of how he was feeling.

There was a long pause before he looked up at you again, his expression unreadable. “How long have you known?”

“A few days. I wanted to tell you sooner, but… I didn’t know how you’d react.”

Logan’s hand stayed where it was, his thumb unconsciously stroking your skin as he took in a deep breath. “I’m not gonna lie… this is a lot. I wasn’t expectin’ it.”

“I know,” you said quickly, feeling your heart race. “I didn’t expect it either. And if you’re not ready for this, I—”

“Stop,” he cut you off gently, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that took your breath away. “This is… hell, I don’t know what this is. But I know one thing—I’m not leavin’ you. I’m not walkin’ away from this.”

You blinked, surprise flooding through you. “Logan…”

“I’m not good at this stuff,” he admitted, his voice rough but steady. “I ain’t ever had somethin’ like this. But I want it. I want this with you.” His voice grew softer, more vulnerable. “I don’t know how to be a father… but I’ll try.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, and you let out a shaky laugh, overwhelmed with relief. “I don’t know what I’m doing either, but we’ll figure it out.”

Logan’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as he rested his chin on top of your head. His embrace was solid, unyielding, as if he were silently promising that he would be there, no matter what came next.

“We’ll figure it out together,” he murmured, and for the first time that day, you believed it.

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[lets-get-kraken-boys]

Gojo and Geto with bad bitch Chubby Reader

Guys, I tried to avoid being a Gojo stan...I tried so hard to hate him...but the pull was too strong. He got my ass. He's too silly. He's too cute the little shit. He's too perfect. Geto's great too before he lost his shit and went psycho the two are just too great to pass up.

2024 WILL BE THE YEAR THAT I GET YOU BITCHES TO PREACH STRONG, CONFIDENT, INDEPENDENT but not too independent bc these men are still yummy af CHUBBY READER! No longer will I be insecure about my weight because these men LOVE to see me coming AND going, I can tell you that.

WARNING: Fatphobia (happens when first meeting Gojo & Geto—they’re teens trying to bully Reader, but she handles herself because they’re idiots), A little angst with the small amount of bullying but I hope I made up for it, Cursing

✧༺♥༻✧

Imagine you, Gojo, Geto, and Shoko being classmates and friends during their schooling at Jujutsu High. All of you are powerful threats not to be taken lightly. The boys were undoubtedly freaks of nature with how strong they were—though, you had doubled over laughing alongside Shoko a couple of times when you heard them deem themselves "the strongest duo", as if they were some cool loner wolf types. Shoko was a master in the medicinal field; she made any injury look like a breeze to clean. She'd stitch them up no problem with her cursed energy and send them merrily on their way with a swift kick to their backside.

You definitely have more proficiency with cursed energy usage for combat more so than healing, but you could manage healing yourself just fine. You’d been born into a clan, not as highly revered as the Zenin or Gojo clans but still notable, so you’ve been taught from an early age how to wield cursed energy. Sacrificing yourself for the greater good of the world has been drilled into your head since birth, and you agreed with it. The world’s innocence needs to be protected from the cursed dangers life creates. Sure, there are bad people in the world, but the good people make life worth living. At least, that’s what you choose to believe.

While you’re just a normal—aside from the slight infinite power and jaw-dropping strength—girl, you are different in one more physical way. You’re chubbier than most, and not by a small bit.

Are you insecure about it?

Hell fucking no!

You’re a bad bitch. Fantastic face, banging body, stunning smile, bright eyes, a kind but strong heart, and even a cute butt to top it off. You knew this world inside out with how cruel it could be to plus sized folk, and while you took the beating for far too long without fighting back, you took a couple of steps back a few years ago to look at the situation. Why let people push you around like you didn’t matter? Why let them speak to you like you’re lesser than them simply because you weigh more? You were done being talked to like you were filth underneath their boots.

Since that new perspective, you’ve chosen the road of self love and hands rated E for everyone. You’re kind and sweet to those who reciprocate the respect. To those who try you, you beat their asses with a smile. “Education on Human Decency” is what you’ve begun to call the smackdowns since many want to try casting judgment in snide remarks or sneering looks. They can try these hands instead :)

That’s where Jujutsu High and the headaches you know as Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru fit into this philosophy of yours.

You were homeschooled by your clan in the first year of your sorcery high school. Though, after much begging for a change of scenery and yearning for social interactions other than your family and neighbors, they allowed you to go to a high school centered on jujutsu sorcery the next school year.

When you started Jujutsu High in your second year, that is where you met Shoko, Gojo, and Geto, your classmates. The first thought to cross your mind was how small this crowd was. Sure, it wasn’t like the classes you’ve had before had many students in them either; the world of curses and cursed energy wasn’t exactly a booming population to start with, especially when every year is the same class roster composed of the few brothers and sisters you had. Considering that, three new faces was much better than before! You introduced yourself with a joyful tone and an eager handshake.

You started with Shoko since she was the only other girl. You’re glad you did. Shoko, who you originally thought would be tricky to get along with since she gave off “rebel” vibes with that unlit cigarette dangling from her lips and you were nothing of the sort, held a grin and took your handshake with grace. She told you she liked your spunk, that it was nice to be around another girl rather than more stinking boys. You agreed with her with a relieved sigh. You two shared a laugh and chatted some more, each of you discussing your thoughts of the school and figuring out your mutual interests.

Soon enough, you were interrupted by someone giving a very noticeable and forced cough behind you. You turned and were met with two boys, one with jet black hair and a sly grin and the other one with silvery moonlight colored strands sharing the same expression hidden behind circular sunglasses. The white haired boy was leaning heavily on the black haired boy with one arm propped on his shoulder as the black-haired boy crossed his arms in front of himself. Seems like the two are close. No matter.

You stuck your hand out, another smile—admittedly, this one was a little more forced than the one you shared with Shoko—and gave your name. Suguru was the first to bite. He grabbed your hand with a smooth, warm grip, and exchanged his name. His shake felt sincere, though the cunning smirk still laid on his lips.

You tried to shake the other boy’s hand after letting Suguru go, but he decided otherwise. He swiftly with no mercy said he wasn’t going to shake hands with the likes of “you”. You raised an eyebrow, already sensing the insult he would try to hurl at you. One thing bullies are is predictable. None of them have any creative bone in their body, they’re like leeches, in a way. Mooching off other clever remarks they’ve heard used before through the Internet or their idiot friends. Though, they alway reproduce it much shitter than the first time they heard it.

He leaned in with a smile and yapped about how if he touches you, some of your fat might rub off on him. Gojo tries to drag Geto into bullying you too by shamelessly asking if Geto is worried that will happen to him now that he’s so brazenly touched you. As much as you wanted Suguru to be his own person, to be better than the loser clinging to him like a koala, he chimed in that while Gojo’s afraid of that, that that could never happen to him. He sneered while looking down at you that he actually has the discipline to keep the weight off. The two of them share an evil snicker together.

Oh, so that’s how they wanna play it.

Okay. You don’t mind showing a bitch their place.

As Shoko pipes up and tells them to shut the hell up, you stop her. You give her a kind smile that says “I love you, but please back the fuck up as I rock these bitches world”. Her eyebrows jump up in surprise, but she gives you a nod. She quiets down.

You choose to laugh with them. They slowly shut their mouths, finding laughing at you not that funny when you don’t crumple under their taunts like they’d expected. You then explain to them that what you find so funny is that punks like them are so easy to read and, subsequently, ruin. You told them they need to find better insults to steal if they wanna cackle like they’re some kind of drunk hyenas and, unless they get more creative, they’re not worth the air they take from others. You turned to walk away, but since you just couldn’t help yourself, you gave the both of them a swift kick to the chest. Unprepared for the action, they both were sent careening back, but remained standing. You also snarkily nagged that being “undisciplined in weight loss” gave you the extra weight to knock their scrawny asses back that far.

Shoko gave you a hearty high five while laughing at them getting what they deserve. Gojo, though baffled at your defiance, is ready to start throwing punches, as he spews half-assed insults left and right. Geto manages to keep his thoughts to himself, but you do note his expression has definitely become sour. This little scrap is swiftly interrupted by your new teacher, Masamichi Yaga, when he enters and orders the class to settle down. He also snuffs Gojo’s babbling tantrum with a merciless smack to his forehead.

You give a small grin stuck your tongue out at the two when Mr. Masamichi turned his back. From then on, it was war.

You, Geto, and Gojo fought constantly in the beginning

When they (mostly Gojo now) tried to stir shit with you, you’d fling their rudeness right back at them

Whether they tried to pick on your weight, or cheery personality, or strength (which they couldn’t make too much fun off since you were only a little less strong than they were, but so was everyone else compared to their insane powers), you were always ready to kick their asses

You didn’t resent them for their teasing, mostly since you had a good head on your shoulders and you know that Gojo’s only deflecting all the shit he hates about himself onto other people, but they sure got on your nerves sometimes

So, you decided soon into your acquaintance with these dopes that instead of simply beating their asses every time they said some wack shit and never correcting the behavior, you’re going put an end to their bullying of based on others appearances

Because, who knows. You have enough self love and confidence to defend yourself against their rude remarks, but not everyone does. What happens if they target other plus sized people who maybe can’t or won’t defend themselves?

So, when they’d try to make fun of you, you’d correct them with sincerity and help them understand why that would hurt to someone

Geto pretty much never made a passing comment like that again towards you. You’re happy to see that change in him

Gojo huffed and puffed after what he called “your lecture”, but you also saw change in him

After that, it was slow progress to all be friends

Shoko and you were doing great! Hanging out outside of school, dragging her along with you to do some window shopping, eating a sit down lunch together, going to the nearest bookstore, grabbing a yummy sweet treat, stargazing—you did it all together!

She always made a fuss that she had “no interest” in what you would force her to do, but you could secretly tell she liked doing girly stuff together. As long as she could have a smoke break in between these hang outs, she was all good

The first time you, Geto, and Gojo made a recovery in your rocky relationship was when they asked if they could come along with the two of you to get a treat together

You were a bit hesitant to share the thing that brings you joy with the two people who tried to make you the butt of the joke, but you threw them bone and agreed

You four walked down the sidewalk, mostly you chit chatting with Shoko, when Gojo butted his way into the conversation at your mention of Kikufuku.

You and him bonded over your mutual love of the delicate, bouncy sweet treat and you watched as his eyes sparkled like a little kid when you said the place you were going to had an excellent Kikufuku

You know, when Gojo isn’t being a menace, he’s actually nice to share a conversation with

Geto teased Gojo for his astounding sweet tooth, and explained to you an embarrassing story of Gojo losing his mind one time when a dog stole one of his dorayaki treats and ran off

You laughed as Gojo tried to hit Geto as payback for sharing the “secret” but Geto fended off his flailing

Maybe I'll come back to this idea one day when I'm not hung up on the bullying. If you guys like this idea, I might continue it with less bullying. I am a baby when it comes to angst lol. I really do love these boys, I just don't think my heart is ready for the subject matter I wrote.

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[buckyalpine]

I'm just throwing out an idea while attending to my garden of boundless wips but just imagine the compound getting attacked and the one area that's the most damaged is the lab. Hackers want to steal all the Stark technology and they stop at nothing, waiting for the team to leave before they destroy the building, blowing the structure till it crumbles. The only one still remaining in the building is the lab tech.

The jet nears the compound; Tony and Steve are already suited up again while Sam adjusts his wings, Nat and Clint armed and ready to go.

Everyone but Bucky.

"Tony was anyone still in the building?" His face is filled with horror, staring at the smoke emitting from the areas that were hit, his heart hammering against his chest.

"My lab tech, y/n, she was still working when we left" Tony ran a hand over his face and the color drains from Bucky's cheeks.

"WHERE IS SHE" Bucky does everything in his power not to lose control, snapping back into soldier mode and strapping his weapons, shoving past Steve so he can jump out first as they near the compound.

"Barnes its okay, we'll find her" Tony reassures him but he can't hide the confusion on his face because why on earth was Bucky this concerned over his lab assistant. They had never spoken a word to each other, in fact he didn't even realize Bucky knew you existed.

"She's pregnant!" Bucky had never sounded so scared in his life, pulling himself together to keep from breaking down.

"What-when-how-how do you know" Tony had never felt more confused in his life while the others all whip their heads around, shocked at what he'd just said.

"That's my wife"

The jet doors open and Bucky is the first one out, sprinting through smoke and flames till he gets to the worst part of what's left, debris and rubble scattered over the floor. Bodies hit the floor as he takes out anyone that he sees without a second guess. He frantically searches, holding back his emotions till he spots the broken glasses first. Dust and crumbles cement cover your unconscious form, blood dripping from you forehead and he doesn't pause to try and wake you up himself.

She's in his arms and he's rushing to the med wing while the rest of the team trail behind him, seeing as he's already killed anyone that broke in. Once your taken in, all he can do is wait, pacing up and down the hall till he's given the all clear to see you. He sits by your bed, desperately holding onto your hand, Steve being the first to check on his best friend while the the others quietly enter after.

No one breathes a word till you finally open your eyes, giving you and Bucky privacy till you're ready to see the others. He's tucked into bed with you as they enter, his arm wrapped around your tummy, rubbing soft circles with his metal hand. You weren't showing much yet, seeing as it was still early on.

"Okay, spill, when did you marry my lab tech" Tony playfully teased while Bucky blushed, hugging you closer.

"Last year" He admitted, while Steve smirked, coming over to check on you.

"Doing okay sweetheart?" The blonde asked, plopping down on a chair beside your bed, smiling when you nodded, "How's my godchild"

"You knew?" Sam wacked Steve's shoulder only to be met with a snicker from both soldiers.

"Who do you think was the bestman" The captain smiled proudly while you giggled, giving Tony a sheepish smile.

"I was gonna tell you Mr. Stark"

"When, did you think I wouldn't notice a little super soldier running around the lab?" He cocked an eyebrow with a smile.

"You knew?" Sam repeated, still deeply offended while Steve shook his head, kissing your forehead before getting up so you could get some rest. The rest of the team followed after, deciding to bombard the two of you with questions after you'd slept.

"YOU KNEW?"

"Give it a rest Sam"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Almighty Captain, Never lies, Sir Honest A Lot, YOU KNEW?"

"Sam"

"YOU KNEW?!"

I'm sorry, this wasn't the most organized drabble, just an idea I wanted to toss out into the world.

[whencyclopedia]

Meroë

Meroe was a wealthy metropolis of the ancient kingdom of Kush in what is today the Republic of Sudan. It was the later capital of the Kingdom of Kush (c. 1069 BCE to c. 350 CE) after the earlier capital of Napata was sacked c. 590 BCE. Prior to that date, Meroe had been an important administrative centre.

The city was located at the crossroads of major trade routes and flourished from c. 750 BCE to 350 CE. Meroe is listed by UNESCO as a World Heritage Site. As no one yet has been able to decipher the Meroitic script, very little can be said for certain on how Meroe grew to become the wondrous city written about by Herodotus circa 430 BCE, but it is known that the city was so famous for its wealth in ancient times that Cambyses II of the Persian Achaemenid Empire mounted an expedition to capture it. The expedition faltered long before reaching the city owing to the difficult and inhospitable terrain of the desert (and, according to some claims, may never have been mounted at all). Still, the persistence of the story of Cambyses' expedition suggests the great fame of Meroe as a wealthy metropolis.

The city was also known as the Island of Meroe as the waters flowing around it made it appear so. It is referenced in the biblical Book of Genesis (10:6) as Aethiopia, a name applied to the region south of Egypt in antiquity meaning "place of the burnt-faces". Although there is evidence of overgrazing and overuse of the land, which caused considerable problems, Meroe thrived until it was sacked by an Aksumite king c. 330 CE and declined steadily afterwards.

Egyptian Influence & King Ergamenes

While there was a settlement at Meroe as early as 890 BCE (the oldest tomb discovered there, that of 'Lord A', dates from that year), the city flourished at its height between c. 750 BCE and 350 CE. The Kingdom of Kush, founded with its capital at Napata, was ruled by Kushites (called "Nubians" by the Egyptians) who, early on, continued Egyptian practices and customs and, though they were depicted in art as distinctly Kushite, called themselves by Egyptian titles. The historian Marc Van De Mieroop writes:

Meroitic culture shows much Egyptian influence, always mixed with local ideas. Many temples housed cults to Egyptian gods like Amun (called Amani) and Isis, but indigenous deities received royal patronage as well. A very prominent Nubian god was the lion-deity Apedemak, a god of war whose popularity increased substantially in this period. Local gods were often associated with Egyptian ones: in Lower Nubia, Mandulis, for example, was considered to be Horus's son. Hybridity is also visible in the arts and in royal ideology. For example, kings of Meroe were represented in monumental images on temples in Egyptian fashion but with local elements, such as garments, crowns, and weapons. (338).

In time, however, these practices gave way to indigenous customs and the Egyptian hieroglyphs were replaced by a new system of writing known as Meroitic. The break from Egyptian culture is explained by the ancient historian Diodorus Siculus who writes that in the time before the reign of King Ergamenes (295-275 BCE), it had been the custom for the high priests of the Egyptian god Amun at Napata to decide who became king and to set the duration of the king's reign.

As the health of the king was tied to the fertility of the land, the priests had the power to determine if the sitting king was no longer fit to rule. If they deemed him unfit, they would send a message to the king, understood to be from the god Amun himself, advising him that the time of his rule on earth was completed and that he must die. The kings had always obeyed the divine orders and had taken their own lives for the supposed good of the people. However, Diodorus continues:

who had received instruction in Greek philosophy, was the first to disdain this command. With the determination worthy of a king he came with an armed force to the forbidden place where the golden temple of the Aithiopians was situated and slaughtered all the priests, abolished this tradition, and instituted practices at his own discretion.

The archaeologist George A. Reisner, who excavated the cities of Meroe and Napata, has famously questioned Diodorus' account calling it "very dubious" and claiming that the Ergamenes story was a national myth which Diodorus accepted as historical truth. Since there is no ancient evidence contradicting Diodorus, however, and since there was clearly a significant cultural break between Meroe and Egypt with Ergamenes' reign, most scholars today accept the account of Diodorus as either certain or something close to actual events.

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[deathbxnny]

You and Me here. | Kisuke Urahara x Gn!Reader

This is so self-indulgent omg... but I've been feeling motivated to write so much lately, so this is my official and first offering to the Bleach fandom-

Synopsis: Kisuke always had secret worries regarding your relationship and past together. He felt like your choice to still be there with him was out of necessity due to your unfortunate situation... but you're more content with it than he may think.

Content: Vague mentions of Kisuke's past, angst, fluff, established romantic relationship, sfw

Reader has no mentioned pronouns.

((Not fully proofread))

When you gave up your life in the Seireitei for the man you loved more than life itself, you were asked why you'd do such a foolish thing for him. Was he really worth it? Worth the banishment and exile from your home and old life? Worth the pain and agony of knowing you could never return? Worth losing identity, your family, your friends, your status… Everything?

And your answer back then, the one that led you to now calmly stand in a small kitchen, humming to yourself peacefully as you made breakfast, was yes. He was worth it. Even if the man himself, legendary Kisuke Urahara, former captain and prodigy, thought otherwise.

The morning sun was filtering in through the open windows of the Urahara shop, the chirping of the birds and rustling of trees alike blending in with the sound of you pouring tea into a cup. It was way too early for any of the two children, which you considered your own, to be awake, and therefore, you took in this moment of idilic peace for as long as you could. Gentle and careful hands suddenly then grabbed onto your hips, familiar blonde locks tickling the side of your face, as a certain someone took a content breath of your sweet scent and food you had made. "Morning, my love." He hummed into your ear, his thumbs absently rubbing circles into your hips in silent thanks. You turned your head with a smile, one that made his tense shoulders relax. "Good morning, Kisuke... did I wake you?" Your voices were hushed, not wanting to wake anyone.

The man closed his eyes and hummed a lazy 'no' into your neck, unwilling to move away from you despite the tasty breakfast practically dangling infont of him. "That's good... come on, let's eat before the kids come." You chuckle, dragging the man into his chair and handing him his well-deserved meal. It was a routine you both had fallen into over the many years, centuries, you've spent here now in your home. But today... you were quick to notice the difference in your lover's behavior. What would usually be filled with a morning of teasing words and laughter was now simply silent and solemn. You could feel the unsure energy shift, the nervousness in his pensive gaze that turned to the window, the unsaid words that lingered in the air that must've burned on his tongue.

You could tell he was thinking about something important, which he always did in the form of new plans and equally as questionable experiments. But you knew there was something else on his mind this time, something much more sinister, perhaps. You've known him for way too long not to notice, of course. And he must've known that, as he placed down his cup of tea with a sigh. "Yoruichi is coming to visit today. I hope you don't mind taking over the morning shift for a while? I'll reward you with a kiss if you do~!" He attempted to fake his usual playful tone, quick to stand with no further elaboration, not that he really needed to. His old companion visiting was not unusual, and if anything, it was more than welcome. But that wasn't what made you arch a brow. "Sure... are you okay, Kisuke?" You asked, watching as the man passed you and made his way out of the kitchen with a hum.

"More than okay~!" He sang out, and you had no time to inquire about his issue any further when Jinta and Ururu came rushing in for their share of the breakfast, too. Your eyes lingered on his retreating form, lips pressed together in worry that you pushed away for the sake of the starving kids.

"Y'know... I believe you're just overthinking this again." Yoruichi hummed, her hand idly swishing around her cup of milk tea as she spoke. She knew the man well, and therefore was easily able to tell what exactly was bothering him. "Besides... if they really were unhappy here with you... then they would've never followed you to begin with. You should know that." The blonde sighed at her words, knowing she was right. But even so, there was something in him that still disagreed. It was irrational, very much emotionally driven, than anything else. It has been bothering him for decades now, corrupting his mind and leaving him restless on most nights, even when you've never left his side for more than a day in all your time here. So what was it that made him still doubt the sincerity in your choices?

"I... am aware of that. But that doesn't make me feel better about it." "So you're feeling guilty?" He bowed his head to conveniently sip on some tea as she said those painfully true words, which confirmed her suspicions. Putting her cup down with a slight thud, the woman crossed her arms and gave him a stern look. They've had this conversation many, many times before. And whilst she understood his worries to some extent, she didn't want him to ruin what he had with you. You were good for him. More than he could ever acknowledge.

"Urahara Kisuke!" She called out, leaning forward with a narrow of her eye. "Have you even slightly attempted to bring this up to them? I bet they'd be more than elated to tell you about how much they love you. I'd know..." She said, a small grin tugging at her lips at all the times she had to listen to you do that exact thing. But the man still looked stubbornly unconvinced. "Yoruichi-" "-Yeah, yeah, I know what you're gonna say." She attempted to mock his posture, clearly trying to get her point across once and for all. "Oh, but they ultimately had no choice! They would've had to leave one way or another!"

"Is that really how I sound to you?" The man asked, his eyes hidden by the shadow of his stripped bucket hat. The cat woman gave him a stern glare, clearly not liking that he was avoiding the situation again. He was intelligent and brilliant in many things... until it came to you and your feelings for him. You've been a couple for many decades now... and yet, he still acted as though he made you to at gunpoint. It would be funny if she wasn't so exhausted of it. And she was sure that you, too, were starting to catch onto his insecure thoughts and shenanigans.

Back then, before your life's in the world of the living, his worries mostly surrounded his unexpressed feelings for you. He didn't think he was worth your affections, especially not if other captains like Shinji existed, who had already tried his luck with you. And Yoruichi remembered how hard she had to fight to make the man in front of her even consider speaking to you again afterward. It was a struggle, but now she can say she was proud of herself for pulling through... until the next challenge came by in the form of whatever this was supposed to be.

Shaking her head, she tilted her head at him, eyes now alot softer in knowing empathy. "Listen. I get it. What they did, everything they've sacrificed, it was crazy. But that's just proof that they love you more than you know... man, for someone who's supposed to be a prodigy, you're painfully dense." Kisuke chuckled weakly at her words, his eyes glinting slightly in the sun with an unreadable look in them. "Hm... maybe you're right." Yoruichi felt her eye twitch. "I know I'm right!"

Pushing the door to the shop open, Kisuke stepped inside and let out a hum when the familiar sound of your and the kid's laughter filled his ears. He considered himself lucky to hear it, no matter how many times he did. Many years ago, when he first met and began developing his deep rooting feelings for you, he dreamt of coming home to moments like these. Leaning his body against the doorway to the small living room, he watched you three play a silly board game together. You were smiling brightly, hand reaching out to mess with Jinta's red hair, whilst Ururu cuddled into your side on the couch.

Yoruichi's words rang in his mind, reminding him of all the good he had in his life through your presence in it. And you were beautiful like this. So radiant and alive. You had changed alot since your time in the Seireitei and know that Kisuke was watching you so closely, he realised that you've changed for the better. You were free and could be yourself here. Here with him. Your eyes suddenly found his, and it felt like he was breathing again. You were the air that filled his lungs, as without you, he'd die. His world was worth nothing before you came into his life.

"Kisuke! Come play with us!" You called out, patting an empty spot next to you. The man gave you his usual grin back, quick to do as you asked. And as the children were momentarily distracted to ponder over their next moves, you leaned your head against his, your lips brushing against his ear lovingly. "Do you feel better?" You asked, and he chuckled gently in response. You were so perceptive. But that would be a conversation for another day, as he was beginning to understand his own misconceptions and flaws regarding your own feelings. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, a kiss pressed to your cheek affectionately before he responded.

"Yes. I feel better now. Thank you."

[ms-demeanor]

i really liked OJST in the mid-2010s but i didn’t stop reading cause of the cuck comic - wasn’t there also a comic erika moen wrote about (functionally) harassing lesbians with her now-husband?

In the mid 2010s closet-keys criticized one of Erika Moen's early diary comics and described Erika Moen as "Reassuring a cishet partner that it’s totally okay to use hate speech towards wlw at Pride" and condoning the harassment and fetishization of lesbians because of a 2007 comic that she had made as part of a webcomic she had written about gender and her interactions with her queerness.

The hate speech in question is the partner asking "are you sure you want to hold my hand with all these dykes around?" while they are pretty clearly at a Dyke Day event during pride, and the reassurance that 'it's totally okay to use hate speech toward wlw' is Erika responding "sweetie, I'm proud to be with you."

The comic is still up with a disclaimer that it was written at a different time, and I know that's probably not going to fly with a lot of people but if you were a bi woman in the early to mid 2000s it was pretty common to use statements like "lol yeah i'm into women my boyfriend is fine with it as long as I take pictures" to diffuse the biphobia from straight people AND to say shit like "I'm not a party bi, I actually love pussy, thanks" to diffuse the biphobia from queer people. (if you were a bi guy in the early to mid 2000s i'm sorry and I'm sorry now because we got LUG but that mostly went away and you *still* have to deal with the "gay in waiting" bullshit).

That comic ends with Erika and her partner looking at a woman and saying "I'd totally do her" while the woman thinks "pigs" and if you think that means that they literally sat on the street and vocally commented about lesbians passing by them or that they condone harassing lesbians (in, I cannot stress this enough, a diary comic written by someone in their early twenties who is realizing they are occasionally interested in some men some of the time after identifying as a lesbian their whole life), then I'm gonna go ahead and recommend signing up for some variety or other of literary analysis class. Do we think that Erika is seriously implying that she is going to make her boyfriend gay if she fucks him in this comic from a year later?

If this comic bothers you and you see it as a straight-passing couple giving the go-ahead to harass lesbians, you do you, I'm not saying you have to read the comic or enjoy Erika Moen.

I am saying it's a bit of a stretch, though, and certainly the least charitable explanation possible, and that we should probably give people some space to say awkward things about their sexuality and to make missteps when discussing it in their early twenties and not call them lesbophobic fifteen years after the fact for a college comic.

Moen also gets called transphobic because she has described trans men as adorable/cute in a way that could be read as patronizing in one comic and because she made a comic about wearing a packer for fun and for sexual gratification with her cis male partner as a cis woman.

Appropriately, all of these things feel very "late twenty teens tumblr callout post."

If it bugs you, you don't have to read the comics but I've talked about Moen before and I've gotten the anons in my inbox calling me lesbophobic for recommending her comic when in 2007 she made a comic about catcalling lesbians and condoning street harassment.

Which is frustrating because Erika Moen writes a comic about sex toys that has incredible body and gender diversity and is interested in making sure that people of all sexualities are having safe, enjoyable sex and talking openly about it. This is Rebecca Sugar condones war crimes level discourse over a creator who makes a genuinely good comic and gets dismissed as cringe by people who hate open discussions of sex and gets dismissed as a bigot (in ways that I think are incredibly unfair given the vast majority of her work) among people who *claim* to love open discussions of sex but who *actually* love witch hunts.

[husbandograveyard]

this is my contribution to the Secret Santa exchange organized by the wonderful @lale-txt ☃︎⋆꙳•❅*ִ This fic is written for @honey-deku - Hope you are having wonderful holidays, wishing you loads of love. I hope you enjoy this <3

Character: Atsumu Miya x GN reader Tags: the slightest enemies to lovers, the fastest slowburn, childhood friends to lovers, flashbacks and flashforwards, mentions of broken bones (nothing explicit, reader is in a cast), loads of pining and some awkwardness WC: 3544 [A/n]: first longer fic for Haikyuu!! This is terrifying but I did enjoy writing it. I'd love to do more Haikyuu!! work in the future.

One more time. 

You were feeling a strange mix of excitement and nerves when you walked through the gates of your high school for what was probably the last time. There was a light spring breeze, the sun peeking through the clouds just a little. It was only half an hour until your graduation ceremony would start, half an hour until the next chapter of your life would begin. Half an hour until you would say goodbye to a lot of your classmates as you all went off to different colleges, or jobs. 

You had gotten into the college of your choice and had some summer classes lined up to prepare yourself a little more, just to ensure you’d have a bit of a head start at the beginning of the school year. Most of your classmates had their plans all ready too, and you had noticed during conversations that almost everyone would be going in a completely different direction: jobs lined up in different branches, plans to spend a while travelling and just see what would come in their path, different schools and different courses. You would have to say goodbye to a lot of your classmates today, because you knew very well that adult life would just make it a lot harder to stay in touch. 

The thought was strange, considering you knew most of these people since kindergarten. You couldn’t stop your thoughts from wandering to one person in particular though. 

The first memory you have of meeting the Miya twins is a little hazy. It’s an early kindergarten memory after all, and if you’d ask all the people present in that class how those days went, all of you would be giving different answers.

What everyone would agree on though, was the fact that Osamu and Atsumu walked in hand in hand at first. They only knew each other, but with that, they already knew one more person than most of the kids in that class. It didn’t take too long for them to be separated by the teacher though. Not because they were clinging to each other too much, quite the opposite: for some reason either of them always managed to find a little thing the other would like to have, and brotherly love turned sour quickly when childlike jealousy came in the way. 

They were active kids, as if they were always made for athletics. Running around, playing with a ball, chasing each other and classmates… It was something you vividly remembered, because you weren’t as much of a rowdy child. You enjoyed playing with a select group of more quiet friends, or you’d even play by yourself, opting to just watch the other kids instead. 

Atsumu had called you ‘not fun’ once, when you had declined his invitation to play with him, his brother and a few of his friends. It was raining and you were wearing new clothes. Your mother had told you not to get them dirty or to play too rough. And you were a good kid, so you did as she had told you. But for that, you were ‘no fun’.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the familiar voice of your best friend, and you looked back to see them waving at you. You ran over and you quickly hugged each other as a greeting. 

“Are you ready?” 

You nodded: “As ready as can be, I suppose.” 

Your friend laughed in response. “Well our homeroom teacher only made us practice the ceremony five times, so for something we barely have to do anything for, and only takes one hour, I think we should be fine.” 

You chuckled as well. 

“It’s not the ceremony I am worried about though. It’s-” 

“Saying goodbye”, your friend filled in the blank for you while you were unable to say it out loud just yet. It seemed silly. After all, it was normal that this was a moment of goodbye. And you’d still see your close knit group on the regular. It was just all the other classmates that you’d probably only meet in the grocery store, or on a reunion -if their undoubtedly busy adult schedule would allow them to attend. And mostly, it was him that you weren’t ready to say goodbye to just yet.

You weren’t quite sure what you would call Atsumu. A friend? A really close friend? Someone you felt so incredibly connected with that you felt like you’d be unable to breathe if you had to not be around him for the rest of your life? A soulmate? Just a guy? You sure had been acting like it was the latter, both of you too afraid to actually say something to each other. 

You were sitting on the couch, watching tv with your right leg stretched out in front of you and propped up on a chair. The cast on your leg is still white and pristine. You couldn’t wait to get back to school with a backpack full of markers, have your friends and classmates write their names on it, and draw silly doodles. You missed them a lot, but your recovery period had been necessary. When you fell, you had hit your head too, and the doctor had recommended you stay home a couple of weeks.

But now the worst of it was over, and the pain in your leg was sufficiently numbed by the painkillers -you were more bothered by the itching under the cast that you couldn’t reach-, and you were starting to miss school. You would have a lot of work catching up on classes you missed, and you weren’t looking forward to spending all your breaks inside. 

The doorbell rang, and you muted the tv, curious to hear who it might be. You didn’t have to strain your ears though, as your heard your mother say that you could be found in the living room, followed by her yelling in your general direction that there was a friend here to visit you. 

You were surprised to see Atsumu walk into your living room, holding a thick folder of papers that he put down on the small table next to the couch. 

“Hey… what are you doing here?” 

The question wasn’t accusatory, just filled with surprise. Of all your classmates, Atsumu was the last one you’d expect to be here, visiting you. Surely, you grew out of the ‘conflicts’ you two had had as young children, and you worked together okay whenever a teacher assigned you to each other for group work. But you wouldn’t necessarily call Atsumu a friend of yours. 

“I wanted to check in. You have missed a lot at school… so I brought my notes, and asked ‘Samu for his of the classes that I don’t take. He didn’t want to give them so I stole ‘em out of his locker. They may not be any good, but I figured it would be better than nothing?” 

You blinked in confusion before smiling. 

“Thank you Atsumu, that’s really kind of you to do.” 

He just shook his head in response, shrugging as if it was all nothing. He was about to speak up, when your mother came into the living room with two classes and some soda. 

“Atsumu, would you like something to drink?” 

“That would be really nice, thank you ma’am.” 

Your mother poured you both a drink and left you to catch up again. Later on you’d learn that Atsumu hadn’t actually planned on staying this long, he was on his way to volleyball training, something he had never missed a single session of. But he had been too polite to say no to your mother when she offered him that drink, and he felt bad for you when he saw how sad you looked when he told you stories of what you missed at school. 

He stayed almost until dinnertime, after catching you up on all the gossip and going over some of his notes with you, so he could be sure that you actually could catch up a little already. 

When he left to go home for dinner, volleyball practice long forgotten, you felt sad. You were looking forward to going back to school even more now. 

The ceremony itself was really uneventful, a little boring even. Everything was perfectly rehearsed, down to the moments where you were supposed to stand up and clap. You enjoyed some of the performances by your classmates, they were the highlight of the ceremony. But the speeches failed to grasp your interest, your attention fading and your mind instead focusing on Atsumu, who was sitting a few rows in front of you. 

You were going over all kinds of scenarios, everything you could say or tell him before you’d part ways in a few hours, mixed with all kinds of things he could say to you, or worse, not say to you. You were making yourself anxious, somehow your brain taking your nerves as fuel for all kinds of worst case scenarios. 

You weren’t sure what you were worried about, exactly. You had been hanging out with him in your friend group and just with Atsumu himself quite a lot. Especially the past few weeks, you were hanging out more and more, ignoring the teasing of everyone who was a mutual friend. Of course there were unspoken feelings, but that was the whole point of them, right? To be unspoken, so you could avoid possible heartbreak if they didn’t line up?

A few weeks ago, you had almost gotten there. And yet.  

You waved your parents goodbye as they left for a date night. You were pretty excited, and happy they trusted you enough to leave you and your friends alone for the evening for your monthly movie night. As you were about to prepare the snacks, you saw your phone screen light up a little too much. The group chat. It was way too active for just a few ‘I am leaving rn’ and ‘be there in 10’ texts. 

Your heart sank to your feet when you opened up the conversation, seeing that almost everyone was cancelling. It was the kind of mutual cancelling where one person had a legitimate emergency, and another from the friend group was on their way to help. One more friend was feeling under the weather (and had been for a while, so you hadn’t really expected them to show up), and then one more admitted that they weren’t really feeling it. All of these were valid, but you had actually been looking forward to hosting, and you were about to be really miffed when the doorbell rang. 

Atsumu was never the type to be late, and he had texted earlier today that he’d stop by right after practice, so he’d be earlier than the rest. He would help you out prepping a little. So there he was, bright and early, hair still wet from showering after practice, a cheeky grin on his face as he stepped inside, already talking about some great moves he did during practice and how he was looking forward to the movie night and- 

He only fell silent when he saw your frown, and noticed you weren’t matching his enthusiasm at all. He looked at you with a questioning look on his face and you responded before he could actually pose the question. 

“You didn’t see the groupchat? Movie night is cancelled.” 

You didn’t even try to hide the disappointment in your voice, and Atsumu frowned in response. 

“What do you mean? I am here, you are here, I see snacks at the ready and your parents are gone. Seems to me like we have everything for movie night ready.” 

“But it would just be you and me?” 

“Do you have a problem with that?” 

Atsumu was so fast with that retort that he had you stumbling over your words trying to form a coherent response. Of course you didn’t have a problem with it, he was just as much your friend as other people in the group were. But you had never actually hung out with just him for fun. You weren’t quite sure why you hadn’t, either. You liked him enough. Maybe you liked him a little too much to risk some quality time. But now fate had made it so, and you’d be a fool to say no to that. 

You needed a not-so-subtle elbowing in your side to get up in time to accept your degree. You hadn’t noticed the dean getting up and listing off the names, nor had you noticed that it had almost been your time. Your brain was on auto-pilot, clapping whenever you registered people around you were clapping, your thoughts completely drifted off to the movie night that had changed everything. 

Well it hadn’t changed much. It had confirmed a lot though, and now that your feelings were apparent and clear -at least for yourself- you didn’t really know what to do with them, especially since Atsumu seemed so incredibly normal about it all? He was super casual about the movie night, even when the two of you found out later that the group had kind of set this because they ‘wanted to give you two some bonding time’. He had barely reacted to all of the teasing when your cheeks heated up a little and you got flustered when people asked all kinds of questions about the ‘date night’ -that wasn’t really a date night to begin with-, and he had just pulled you away from the group: “let them have their moment.” It was sweet, it was protective, but it wasn’t clear what the intentions behind it were. He wasn’t blind: he must have seen how you reacted too. 

You went up to the front and accepted your degree, auto-pilot still running as you shook hands and smiled for the camera. The applauding people mass was just a blur in front of you as you joined your classmates for a group picture before returning to your chair. Two more classes after you and then it would be over. You’d have to say goodbye. 

The ceremony didn’t last much longer after that, and once the dean had wished everyone a bright future and had said his final congratulations, it was as if everyone got up from their chairs simultaneously, looking for friends and family to hug, group together to find parties to go to, creating an ocean of humans in which you felt like drowning, nailed to your chair, unable to move. 

“Hey” 

It was Atsumu’s voice that pulled you out of your trance. He was standing next to your chair, you were the final one in your section still sitting down. Startled, you shot up, nearly slamming your head into his, if not for his fast reflexes. Atsumu jumped back with a startled chuckle. 

“You hadn’t joined the group yet, and they wanted to grab a picture still, before the first of us have to leave.” 

You nodded. Right. A final goodbye. Maybe you were making this more dramatic than it was. And yet. You started walking, the noises of all the people having enthusiastic and emotional conversations drowned out by the thoughts in your head before it all went completely silent with Atsumu placing a hand between your shoulder blades to guide you through the sea of people. 

He had noticed you were out of it, but instead of saying anything about it he just took the lead, as he so effortlessly did. 

Your friend group was waiting for you, and the world suddenly was loud again as Atsumu let go, and you were pulled into hugs, pulled aside for selfies in small groups, and positioned for some group pictures. You smiled for all of them, a reflex more than a conscious decision, as you kept glancing towards Atsumu. You had to say something. If you didn’t, you’d regret it the rest of your life. If you didn’t, you’d never forgive yourself.

“I am leaving too you guys, training starts soon.” 

Most people had left by now. Off to their parties, their families, or just home, ready for their final break from school before college, work… 

Your group had stayed on school grounds a little longer. With no concrete plans, most of you were just talking and hanging out until it was dinnertime, or you’d be kicked off the school grounds, whichever came first. There were only a few of you left, and now Atsumu had announced he’d be the next to leave. Volleyball training, the usual suspect. 

“No!”

You had said it louder and infinitely more forceful than you had intended to, and all your friends looked at you with wide eyes, before some started snickering. 

“Looks like someone isn’t ready to say goodbye to you yet, ‘Tsumu.” 

The remark got followed by a chorus of giggles and chuckles, and you felt yourself getting flustered, cheeks heating up. You took a deep breath, giving yourself a moment to gather the words in your mind. 

“I’ll walk with you.” 

Atsumu nodded, his usual grin replaced with a soft smile as he held out his hand to you. You didn’t hesitate to take it, and the group -instead of the expected snickers and laughter- let out a collective gasp. They didn’t have time to find the words to comment on it before Atsumu had waved at them with a final goodbye, and started walking towards the gates with you. 

There was a loaded silence between the two of you, full of unspoken words, yet it didn’t feel uncomfortable. It just felt heavy, like you just had to lift it with a couple of sentences. 

“So..-” “I just..-” 

You spoke up simultaneously, chuckling awkwardly when you both stopped speaking together as well. Atsumu halted, lightly tugging your hand so you were now standing across each other. He did not let go, and you wished he never would.

“You go-” “How about you-” 

Another moment passed, filled with nervous glances and strained laughter, the both of you on edge. You could swear you could feel his rapid heartbeat through the palm of his hand in his, and you were wondering if he could feel yours. 

“I love you.” “I don’t want to miss you” 

Silence, only for a second. 

“I love you too.” 

You had never actually said goodbye. The three words that had been living in your heart for a while had been plenty. You spent some more time in front of that gate, before Atsumu had finally found the courage to kiss you: a soft, short pressing of lips together, the way only two high school sweethearts could awkwardly do. 

Then he had to leave for training -he was already running later. But he had promised to text you that night. And text you he did. 

Texts turned into phone calls, turned into you two messing up your sleeping schedules -and his coach getting angry at him for doing so. Summer break was filled with dates, and then it became time for you to pack up and get ready for your move to college. Atsumu helped you move, helped you decorate your dorm and you spent a few days exploring the city together already. 

You discussed what it would be like to practice long distance, and he said it was nothing but practice for when he inevitably would spend time overseas for volleyball. He was so incredibly optimistic about it, that you couldn’t help but believe him when he said you’d survive it, and that it would make your time together all the more sweet and special. 

He was right. 

It was not that long of a train ride from your college back to home, only 3 hours total. But three full hours felt like an eternity knowing Atsumu was waiting for you at the platform when you arrived. A stream of texts had let you know that he had interpreted your text wrongly, and that he had been waiting for half an hour already. 

He had made use of the time to acquire you both a little sweet treat and already send you updates on your plans for the evening -as if you both hadn’t planned a lot of things yet to maximize the time you got to spend together this time.

Your heart was beating just as fast as the time when you first confessed when you saw the station come into sight. Even though you had been together for a couple of years now, there was still nothing that could beat the feeling of seeing his grin whenever you had spent a few weeks apart. You stood up the second you felt the train slowing down, making your way over to the exit, impatiently waiting for the train to come to a halt completely and the doors sliding open. 

By some luck, Atsumu was waiting on the right spot on the platform, you spotted him immediately as you got up, momentarily leaving your luggage behind to sprint up to him and hug him close, peppering his face in small kisses before planting a big one on his lips. He wrapped his arms around you, chuckling and squeezing you lightly before speaking against your lips. 

“Welcome home.” 

[asraindarkness]

If it’s okay, not necessarily BuckTommy but -

This season feels SO weird. It’s even weirder because for the first time they had a long time to plan it - they knew they were renewed for a Season 8 early into Season 7. So much so that, for the first time, they let the season end with a cliffhanger. Multiple, even.

And they they dropped all of them in a rushed and unsatisfactory way. If they didn’t want S7’s plots to continue on to 8, they could’ve ended them in S7. Never bring Ortiz or Gerard back. But instead, they went with the oddest choice and created a nice cliffhanger, only to disappoint pretty much everyone.

But for me it’s more than that. It’s also the way the characters don’t always feel like them. You’re telling me Buck never went into a deep dive about queer history or rights when he discovered he’s bi?? that Maddie would make the making men gay comment?? that Chimney wouldn’t talk to Hen about the possible second pregnancy?? I could go on and on.

And the dynamics also feel… broken. We barely have friendship moments, at all. Buddie this season feels weird, like Eddie doesn’t really want to be bothered by Buck. Hen and Chim are barely communicating. The firefam doesn’t have moments outside of emergencies (save that montage of them asking Bobby for help).

It feels like the writers have stopped knowing how to write these characters and their dynamics. And for me the found family that I fell in love with at first watch feels gone, you know?

i’ve been saying this since s6!

like aren’t they tried of keep writing buck the same all the time??? he doesn’t get promoted on his job that he’s fucking good at it, they had a kind of story about it when buck wanted to be captain in s6 and then bridge fall happened and buck was a fucking powerhouse in it and i thought they finally gonna show buck more that just a young goofy firefighter that thinks on his feet, show them he’s a leader but then they dropped it.

he doesn’t get into lasting relationship and is always chasing one and apparently now he’s gonna forget his character’s growth and gonna be right back in s1. it’s like buck’s always gonna be the boyish bratt they made in s1 when he was 25/6 not a 33yo man!

eddie can’t fucking move on for 6/7 years and tries constantly to make a mom out of everything woman he dates but now a confession and a random priest apparently healed him like he was possessed not fucking mentally traumatized!

madney are most of the times are dealing with doug that comes out like random jump scares. maddie had 2 stories last season both was about her trauma with him. yes you can’t heal from something like that for a long time or possibly never but for god’s sake that woman raised his brother as his own child when she was still a child herself and what did 911 do with this part of her? NOTHING

and you don’t need me talk about hemren’s endless suffering

and where is athena’s children???

it’s been a mess since s6 but now it’s wors cuz tim starts writing 5 minutes before they start shooting. i said it 100 times the only thing good about s7 was buck’s bi arc. they make a big deal out of problems and solve them in most childish ways in the same episode!

i know it’s basically a soap opera but ffs it’s not a fantasy. they pulled dead wife no.2 cuz it’s a soap but in what word a child can land a plane?

honestly after i reed that tim rewatched the whole thing before writing for bi buck i was sure the show gonna back to its root where chim and hen are besties and hen and athena spend time together etc etc, but apparently all he got from that is abby had a boyfriend named tommy

[vhyunjinverse]

THE AMAZING ADVENTURES OF CHOSO ! ✭ <idol!choso>

f! poc!black reader x Choso (18+)

summary : they say never meet your idols..well, some people just talk out of their ass don’t they?

'Cause when the stars align

You might bring the beast out

One look and your're mine

Keep your eyes on me.

“God they’re amazing in person.” You let out a breath. Sitting front row at your favorite group’s concert was truly a dream come true. They were called ‘GROUP XO’, consisting of three members: Suguru Geto, Gojo Satoru, and Choso Kamo. You’ve loved the group ever since they debuted. You’ve had countless merch others couldn’t find anywhere else. Thank the stars your parents loved you enough to buy them at the time.

What particularly caught your interest was the main lead of the group, Choso Kamo. They all had their moments and shine, yes. You’re a girl, you’ve liked all of them at some point. With your signed cd’s of Geto’s name written across them, your signed Vinyls with Gojo’s and a little personal note ending with a heart (that was a bit more expensive then you’d like to admit), and your rare photo cards of Choso that only came with first edition purchases of their latest EP. The thought made your heart warm. Back to Choso however.

He wasn’t a womanizer, no, but he did date a few women in his career time. All of them like you, beautiful brown women of color. It wasn’t often seeing someone like that especially in groups like his. And it also meant you had a chance. You’ve been plotting to meet the man since they debuted. Discovering the group your junior year of college.

And now, there you were. Hard work paying off, sitting front row as Choso’s ringed fingers held the microphone. He rocked to the beat, eyes shut as he sang one of your favorite songs. You moved accordingly to it as you have done just the night before in your kitchen. You admired him so much more now that you could possibly touch him. How his hair looked more softer than it did in person. How he wore it to the back with hairs falling over his face..His scar across his nose. The way his eyes peeled open and landed on you.

“He’s looking at me!” you heard someone scream next to you. But no..they were definitely on you. He smirks and walks closer to the edge of the stage.

I'll take you down, down can you keep it up all night

Up all night, up all night?

Want you run run run baby give me what I like

He’s in front of you, doing the respected choreography. “Oh my fucking god.” You whisper.

“You here for me?” He asks. Bodies. Hands pulling at him and he’s talking to you. It was common. Gojo did it their last concert, and Geto the one before. But as they sang backup, the spotlight was on you being lucky tonight. “..yes.”

“Aren’t I a lucky man tonight. Huh folks?” the crowd goes wild. You loved that they interacted with their fans this.. close. Your brown eyes stare up at his darker ones. He smiles at you, and reality hit. “Oh my god,” you whisper again, earning a chuckle from him as he pulled out a vip pass from his pocket. “Will I see you later?” No. Hell no.

“Yes..y-yes-oh!” You mewl around his hand covering your mouth, free of rings. Choso’s other hand held the arm of the couch, shielding your body from the world. His cock slams angrily into your juicy cunt, your ass connecting with his happy trail. “Fuck..fuck you feel so good.” He shudders, flicking his lip piercing. The sound of your moans and the sounds of your skin slapping together sent him over the edge.

His favorite position with his new favorite girl. Everyone knew after all that Choso didn’t choose a fan often. He knew he’d keep you in his corner. Someone so beautiful he couldn’t help it, picking you so early in the show. Even Gojo was shocked, he’s done it plenty of times, early on in the show, but never Choso. Choso who saw you as soon as he came on stage. Choso who noticed you were alone, but having so much fun. Choso who laid eyes on your plump brown lips and it went on from there.

It was worth it, so..so worth it. Everything underneath that outfit was just as amazing. Your curves, your beauty marks, the beautiful stretch marks. He was in heaven. That’s what he called you as soon as he gave you that pass, Heaven.

Moaning softly, he pulls out, throbbing red cock leaking over your hole. He takes his hand away from your mouth, placing it on your hip- god your hips don’t get him started. Choso loved himself a thick girl. The way your ass bounced with every thrust.. “Taking me so well, I like that.” He leans down to kiss your shoulder. His hair fanned around your neck as he slipped back into your heat. Made for him. He fit perfectly inside of you.

“You feel so good…” A mess he was, but so were you. You couldn’t believe this was happening. “I’m gonna cum. Can I cum inside of you? Hm..?” His thrusts slowly down, but get harder. Sloppily he fucked your already fucked out cunt. You didn’t miss the way his slipped out and back in, how wet he made you just from that. How his big cock touched that spot deep inside of you. How could you say no?

“Yes! Yes Choso- please.”

[slowstorms]

the moon had made her journey through the sky with her lover hours before, leaving you to rely on the stars and dim street lamps filtering through your bedroom window to memorize satoru’s sleeping form next to you.

as rare as it is for gojo satoru to sleep much at all, it’s rarer for you to look at him the way you are right now. you’re over half a year into your relationship with him at the present, but he still manages to reduce you to a shy puddle without much effort.

so, your hope this sleepless night is to learn by heart every minuscule yet beautiful detail he’s comprised of.

from his soft, snowy hair to his flawless skin; his pretty eyelashes to the rosy apples of his cheeks. the slight rise and fall of his chest, plush lips slightly parted; the way he falls asleep holding you, but withdraws in his unconscious state.

(you gather that, deep down, satoru does this because he’s still not used to intimate touch – it’s never been something you fault him for, and you’re proud of his progress. still, you can’t help but feel sad that this is something permanently etched into his soul, though it’s nothing you and satoru can’t endure together).

you think of the endearing bedhead he wakes up with, flecks of gold from the early morning sun spattered across his white tufts. you think of how his eyes are the first to greet you when you wake. though the glances he gives you are always matching his outwardly lighthearted personality, there’s an exhaustion that’s hidden deep beneath it all.

seeing how soundly he rests, you send up a prayer hoping that, come morning, at least some of that exhaustion will lift.

the serene look on satoru’s face makes your heart twist in your chest, leaving you almost breathless. you wonder how someone as perfect as him could even exist.

he always looks as if he was created by god’s most talented angels, an aura of elegance and splendor surrounding him even in his not-so-elegant moments, which you believe to be few and far between. even when that look of craze takes over him during a fight; even when he returns home from a gruesome battle, covered in blood and guts; even when he breaks down, letting out feelings and emotions he has to bury in order to carry out his duty effectively – his head pressed to your chest as he cries and cries and cries. even then.

your thoughts wander off now into questions of how it was destined that satoru would end up with you. to touch him, to hold him, to care for him, to worry for him, to give him love, to give him patience, to give him understanding. to simply know him – it’s all nothing short of the most honorable blessing the universe could present you with.

while lost in your reverie, you fail to notice satoru stirring beside you. his sleepy daze and the near complete darkness of the bedroom doesn’t stop his six eyes from honing in on you, a habit of his to do the second he wakes up, to make sure you’re still next to him. to make sure you’re still safe.

and there you are, propped up on your elbow, facing him as your mind floats away, miles and miles up into the atmosphere.

a bleary whisper of your name pulls you back down to earth. “what are you doing up, hm?”

“did i wake you?” concern laces your voice, and you reach out to hold satoru’s cheek. your thumb grazes his skin gently, an unspoken apology.

“you didn’t, don’t worry,” he grabs your hand from where it rests, holding it in his own as he turns on his side to face you. “what’s got you thinking so hard this late at night, sweetheart?”

in a moment of bravery, you answer simply and without thought. “you,” your voice is strained slightly, like you may crumble from all the love you feel if you’re not careful as you speak. “just, everything about you.”

“is that so?” in the darkness, you make out the tired yet amused smile on satoru’s face. “like what?”

your moment of bravery proves to be just that – a very fleeting moment. heat rises in your cheeks as your mind races at a mile a minute trying to find the right words to give him an answer without turning into a mumbling mess.

what am i even supposed to say to you? you think. that i think you’re the most ethereal person i’ve ever seen, inside and out? that you’re my first thought the second i wake up, that you’re my last thought before i fall asleep? that when i can’t fall asleep, i’m helpless as i drown in thoughts of nothing but you?

a beat passes. then another. you hear a soft chuckle in front of you, the sound of it full of adoration. “that’s okay, baby,” satoru says, running his thumb along your knuckles. “you can tell me in the morning, how about that?”

you nod wordlessly as you both settle back into bed. he pulls you close again, and you melt into his arms. with your head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat is the only thing to finally lull you to sleep, to pull you into dreamland – where all you see is satoru, satoru, satoru.

[inspofromancientworld]

Clothing and Decoration

By Oguenther at German Wikipedia - Own work, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=15134201

Humans have been decorating themselves at least 100,000 years, perhaps as long as 300,000 years, beginning with ochre, a pigment that comes in shades from yellow to purple. Ochre was used for tools and to create pigments that decorated the skin, paint cave walls, and as part of burial rituals, even medicinally. The evidence we have are depictions of human figurines made of limestone and decorated with ochre.

F. d’Errico [modified after d’Errico et al.

Beads of various materials, starting with shells and stones, spread widely with some speculating that trade of beads is what helped with the development of spoken language. It's even possible that beads go back as far as 500,000 years, to Homo erectus, though that is debated. Whether the beads were used in adornment or used as a type of currency or trade medium only is not known for sure, but beads are widely distributed and the materials show evidence of travel (for example, marine shell beads found in landlocked areas). It is thought, though, that wearing of beads came after decoration of the body with ochre.

By http://www.nature.com/nature/videoarchive/prehistoricpinup/ image copyright H. Jensen / Universität Tübingen, Fair use, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?curid=22799118

The earliest depictions of clothing we have is around 41000 years ago, with the Venus of Hohle Fels, which was found in Sweden, though it is possible that the decorations on the body of the Venus figurine is ochre or tattoos. Interestingly, the oldest known musical instrument, a bone flute, was found near the Venus figure, indicating that fully behaviorally modern humans lived in the area.

Based on studies of head and body lice, humans began wearing clothing about 107,000 years ago. Part of the need for clothing was that this time was that this was during the start of the Last Glacial Maximum, when temperatures started dropping and glaciers began overtaking the northern latitudes. Humans, both Neanderthal and Homo Sapiens, had spread quite far by this time. Humans developed in the steppes of Africa and weren't well adapted to the cold, with no real body hair to hold in body heat.

F. d’Errico.

Due to the organic nature of clothing, it's difficult to say for sure when exactly clothing began to be worn and what it was, but we are relatively certain that the first clothing was likely hides of animals. We have found stone and bone tools used to scrape hides from the Early and Middle Pleistocene. These tools also hold evidence that Ochre was used to color the hides. Awls, which were used in southern Africa approximately 73,000, years ago show that hides were pierced beginning very early. These awls show wear patterns of being used on soft, well-worked hides, though whether for clothing or bags, we can't know for sure. These awls spread to Europe by 45,000 years ago, though likely manufactured by Neanderthals based on the theorized distribution of various hominoid groups and remains in the locations they were found.

The benefit of using an awl to create holes in leather is that it can be shaped to the human body, making it more efficient at keeping the body warm, thus reducing the number of layers that need to be warn and allowing humans to spread further during the Last Glacial Maximum.

Approximately 40,000 years ago, in the Denisova Cave, at the time inhabited by modern humans, the first evidence of awls with eyes, or what we now know as needles, appear. This indicates that sewing together clothing, or the decoration of clothing, was becoming more common and more efficient. These needles spread widely, either through trade, contact, or independent development widely, even to the Americas and Australia. It is thought that this led to clothing being decorated more elaborately with beading and other forms of decoration.

By Osama Shukir Muhammed Amin FRCP(Glasg) - Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=56200885

While plant fibres don't generally fossilize, we do have some early evidence of people using them as early as 50,000 BCE, possibly used by Neanderthals, in southern France. There is are scattered imprints of cordage and net imprints in clay. As the planet warmed and the Holocene began, weaving of plant and animal fibres, depending on the local climate and availability. While weaving may have begun as early as 25,000 BCE, flax cultivation began around 8000 BCE, and the first evidence of weaving in 6000 BCE, used as a grave wrapping in Çatalhöyük. Approximately 3000 BCE, sheep were domesticated and bred for wooly fleece as opposed to hair in the Near East. In the Indus Valley, cotton was domesticated around 2500 BCE. Evidence of weaving beginning around 10,100 BCE have been found in the Americas, specifically Guitarreco Cave in Peru, where cotton and llama and alpaca were domesticated. Intricately dyed and woven silk was well developed as a craft as early as 2700 BCE, with the first silk reaching other places in the world nearly a thousand years earlier with the very first evidence of silk being used at all dating back to 8500 BCE.

By Unknown author - http://www.booksite.ru/fulltext/nee/lov/tka/che/stvo/1.htm#1, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=7483824 By Annika Jeppsson og Danmarks Grundforskningsfonds Center for Tekstilforskning (CTR), Københavns Universitet, Attribution, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=33188674 By Zhou Guanhuai - Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=142167208

It seems that civilizations may have developed weaving independently, so the first type of loom is difficult to figure out as some locations show that floor looms were first, while others show evidence of hanging looms, and yet others, it seems that what is now known as a 'back-strap loom' was first, while other locations show the use of a floor loom first. Given that these objects were made mostly of organic matter, the evidence comes from art, loom weights (stone or clay weights used to keep the warp threads taut while the loom was in use. Egyptian art shows the use of floor looms, Grecian urns show the use of warp-weighted looms, many native cultures used back-strap looms prior to European contact and colonization. From what fabrics that have been found, each culture developed its own method of creating decorated fabric, either through the application of decorations or through the weaving of the fabric itself, as well as multiple weights of cloth, from fine gauze through thick rugs out of nearly any plant or animal material that could be twisted into yarn.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for calling the cops (twice, kind of) on someone in a car who swerved at me on the side of the road?

(Disclaimer: I hate cops. But I felt extremely threatened and wasn't going to let this go without something happening.)

I am a high school student and have not yet gotten my license, and therefore cannot drive alone. To get to school I ride an electric scooter, it looks a bit stupid as a high schooler but it is the only way possible for me to get to school on time. (I have a class before school in the morning, and both parents have work.) I've been doing this for over three years and have had no problems until recently.

Two or three weeks ago, I was on my way home from school. I noticed a car approaching from behind, and moved to the very edge of the road as I would normally. I was literally in the gutter on the side of the road, nowhere near where cars would be. This car, however, then sped up rapidly and swerved within 2-3 feet of hitting me. Probably not trying to actually hit me, but clearly trying to scare me or something of the sort. The person in the passenger seat was screaming the whole time.

The car sped off (I should mention that the speed limit on this road is 25 mph, and the car was going at least 50-60 mph) and after standing in shock for a moment I followed them home since they apparently lived in my neighborhood. I caught two teenage boys leaving the car, and asked if they had been in that car and had swerved at me on the road. They denied everything and went inside the house.

I went home and after a short while, came back with my father to back me up. Asshole move from me, I know, but he insisted on going in case the boys decided to get violent. I made him wait a short distance back, then rang the doorbell. Waited for a while, no answer. They were clearly still inside; the car was still parked on the road nearby and I hadn't been gone for long.

When they didn't answer, I then went home and called the police. I gave them the license plate number and the guy's address, and they said there had been reports of him speeding and being reckless before. The cops went to the house and yelled at them, and I thought it was over then. I most certainly did not want to press the issue any further, the shock and adrenaline was wearing off at this point and I just wanted to be done.

But several days later, I was sent screenshots of the driver of that car spreading hate about me on Snapchat for getting him in trouble. Now this is kind of difficult to explain, but I am unfortunately somewhat well known for riding an electric scooter to school. But up until this point, people just were aware of my existence. After the Snapchat posts and messages about me were spread, all of that turned into pure hate. Every time I was seen with that stupid scooter, people would scream that they wished I would fall and stuff like that. None of this had happened before, and I was (and am) miserable and scared. I don't feel safe anywhere around school because this is still ongoing.

I also tried to contact him via Instagram messages, to which he did not respond. That was three times that I attempted to contact him: first by following him as he was getting out of the car, second by ringing the doorbell, and third by messaging him.

Two days ago, I got my mom to pull me out of school early because I was feeling like crap after some particularly bad harassment in the morning. In the office as I was asking to sign out, I started crying in front of the school police officer, and she asked for the full story. I told her about the online posts and the catcalling and harassment I dealt with every day, and she took it very seriously. I didn't want her to do anything really, but she did anyway (I'm not upset about this honestly, it was probably a good thing). She said that the patrol officers usually didn't do much about stuff like this, but she could and would do a lot more.

She pulled the guy out of his class after I had left to go home, and in her words "put the fear of God in that kid"; telling him he should have lost his license and that since he was 18 he could face real consequences and go to jail for stuff like this. He has been told that he has to stay at least three feet away from me at all times.

Since then, he hasn't said anything to me in person, and hasn't posted anything publicly online. I still don't feel safe at school or anywhere in the area, but I've been taking an alternate route to try to avoid being seen and yelled at as much.

Am I the asshole? I honestly think we both might be, but I do feel somewhat justified by the fact that he at least got some sort of consequence for threatening my life like that and causing that level of problem.

What are these acronyms?

[apilgrimpassingby]

A Vessel For Dishonourable Use

This is a short story I had the idea for earlier today, and bashed out this evening. It's written in one draft, so it's probably not great; anyway, it's here. Tagging @kaleb-is-definitely-sane (who I first suggested it to), @colorful-cryptid (since it's very anti-Calvinist), @arcenciel-par-une-larme and @merthwyn (based on British folklore and strongly anti-Calvinist).

Seriously, if you're a Calvinist (or a Satanist, funnily enough), you'll probably consider this blasphemous. But not if you aren't one.

Jeannie stood atop the moor in little but her shift, shaking in the moaning wind under the moonless onyx sky, with no light but the host of heaven. Auld Margaret had told her to go here on Candlemas night and wait awhile, and he was sure to show up. She inhaled breath, shivered again and looked around.

“Dost thou look for me?”

She swung around, trembling. It was dark outside, but somehow she could see the stranger. He wore an exquisite felt hat with a high crown and round brim, black curls pouring out of it and framing his face – a pale mask of perfect youthful beauty with large dark brown eyes and a warm, gentle smile. His jacket, made of black velvet and adorned with lace in the same hue, shimmered together with the black silk sash tied around his waist. His breeches clung tightly to his legs, and finalising the outfit were high black boots and a pair of black gloves, one covering the hand that now extended to her. She simply nodded, and he spoke again, his voice deep and warm and sonorous.

“Kneel, child.”

She knelt, and he continued. “Thou art Jeannie Graham, a maid of seventeen years and of good family. Pray tell, what brings thee to me tonight?”

She replied with the voice she could conjure up, a low whisper, and looked up at him. “What bringeth any to thee.”

The stranger chuckled, and flung one of his gloves to the ground. He then rested his fingers beneath her chin, surrounding them in an embrace of soft warmth. “Say the words, child. I know that thou knowest them.”

She shook intensely, blinking and feeling a few tears, and spoke. “I deny – I deny the creator of Heaven and – and earth. I de – I deny my baptism. I deny the wor – the worship – I former – formerly paid to God. I cle – I cle … I cleave to thee, Satan.”

“Look up, child.”

Her mouth fell open. His eyes were now a deep claret shade, softly glowing in the dark. His mouth was open in a smirk, revealing long straight white fangs amidst which a serpent’s tongue darted. She felt the points of claws pressing against her cheeks.

But nonetheless, she was still. Her body no longer trembled, and her heart and mind stood still in awe. Her open mouth made no sound.

The stranger drew a flask of pewter, opening it with a clever twist of the fingers, and lifted it over her head. Water streamed down in a steady roll, but the cold was now gone from her. He began speaking, his tone lightened with a hint of comedy. “The servant of Satan Jeannie is baptised in the name of the Prince of Hell”. He threw the flask away, and Jeannie, though numb, heard it clinking down the hillside. He smiled, and bent down. Drawing his mouth close to her ear, he whispered “thy name is now Nykta.”

Without hesitance or warning, he unclasped her chin, and she tumbled down, her face amidst the grass. Jeannie stood up, breathing heavily, and saw him anew. He had discarded his clothes; his chest was bare and his legs were covered in a thick coating of matted black fur, culminating in a pair of hooves. A pair of immense veiny wings of the same shade had sprouted from his back, and were now beating softly. He spoke again, his voice deep but playful, while extending his right arm and opening his hand. “Take my hand. Thou hast the Witches’ Sabbath to attend.”

Hands linked, and the two grinned.

Jeannie stood on a hilltop again, looking over the family sheep. The next day had dawned, and she – now dressed as the modest daughter of John Graham – was awake early, walking atop the white-painted grass of February. She sat on a rock jutting from the earth, and blinked in tiredness; behind each blink she saw the orgies of the previous night. She looked up, and he was there again – covered in clothes once again, and with a lovely human face smiling softly. The two locked gazes for a few moments, and Jeannie spoke. “Am I damned?”

“Verily.”

She shuddered, got up and stared at him. Her voice quivering as her body did, she continued. “And you?”

He nodded, smiling.

Her eyes grew wide and her breathing rapid, and she stared at him. Her voice, though quiet, was frantic. “Then why dost thou smile?!”

The stranger once again drew a knowing smile, and spoke in a low, solemn tone. “For God willeth it, as he willeth all.”

Jeannie sat down, dumbfounded, and he continued.

“Whatever cometh to pass hath been willed by our almighty Lord. He hath made one pot for honourable use and another for dishonourable use; he hath loved Jacob and hated Esau.”

Jeannie nodded. “The minister saith such.”

The stranger nodded, his curls bouncing with him while his smile stayed steady. “I and thou bring glory unto Christ Jesu, for God by His good pleasure ordaineth one for election and another for reprobation, both bringing glory unto Him. The saints shall rejoice in our eternal destruction, and I and thou shalt be content bound in chains amidst brimstone – the faithful doers of the hidden will of the sovereign Lord, holy and true.”

The Day of Doom had come – air and seas destroyed by the fire of Heaven, and Jerusalem descending upon the mortal realm – and the Adversary knelt, unable to gaze upon the glory of uncreated light before him. However much he looked away, he saw it – the slain Lamb clad in flesh given by the Holy Mother and anointed in His own blood and crowned with countless crowns. A world of silence had fallen, and the Accuser broke it first.

“Thy servant awaiteth his just condemnation, the vessel for dishonourable use to bear the holy wrath of the Lord for His glory and the sanctification of the saints.”

The voice he had dreaded since his fall thundered out, with the sound of storms and waterfalls and waves and wind and fire melting and blending into one dread sound. “Thou wast not made for this.”

He looked up, before flinching downwards at the momentary sight of dread glory overwhelming all his senses. He spoke from the ground, his voice a quivering mutter. “Thou didst ordain me as the vessel for wrath in eternity past; I hath done thy will.”

The voice did not change in tone or effect at all; that only made it worse. “Hath I any pleasure in the death of the wicked, and not rather that I turn from his way and live? Doth I not repent of the evil I intend to do to a nation if it repenteth? Am I not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance? Wast My blood not propitiation for the whole world?”

Satan had no response but to shake his head slowly while muttering.

The voice continued. “I am not a God who willeth lawlessness. Cease thy blasphemies.”

The Devil keeled over, and the world was flooded with light. He was flooded with light, too, and in him poured images of countless evils – men killed and women raped and children abused, floods and earthquakes and plagues and famines, an unfathomable abyss of tears and screams. He began to shake uncontrollably.

The voice said the last words it ever would to the Adversary. “This shall be thine hellfire – what thou hast done was wholly unnecessary, and the guilt is wholly thine.”

For the first time ever, the Morning Star wept.

[iceprincessviviane]

In silence

Type: Dark romance, may be read as soft yandere

Paring: CEO!Namjoon x Shy!Skinny!P.A!Female!Reader

Genere: mix of everything, beaware - smut.

It's a oneshot.

Warnings: Dark romance, alcohol, smut and sexual themes - size kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex, possessivness, marking and creampie. Brief swearing, breaking up and cheating, low selfesteem, age gap (around 5 years), abusing power as boss (nothing too much), reader is skinny - around 40kg-45kg and silly jokes creates by me. English isn't my first language so sorry for all mistakes.

Author's note: It's technically my first smut, so it can be a little cringe.

Dedicated to @aft3rhrs because this beautiful meance (angel) has always support me so there is a piece of my work. Also please check her content is absolute amazing!

Minors please do not interact.

Namjoon was fixing his a little creased and elegant shirt in elevator. His hand went through silver, disheveled hair and he looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't look that bad, his brothers have seen him in worse condition. He just didn't want them to notice almost immediately. He stepped out in 47 floor, for a short period of time looking at city down below. This time they were meeting in Jin's new apartment. He moved a little bit closer to centrum, but his house on outskirts were always available. Heavy steps echoed through hall, when he sped up. Namjoon was late exactly fifteen minutes.

Taehyung opened door with mischevious smile, everyone greeted him, J-hope came for a brothely hug. Jin looked at him from kitchen, adding last touches to dishes he prepared.

"Look who it is. Even Jimin was be able to be on time." Yoongi teased crossing his legs elegantly on a couch.

"Hyung!" Jimin hissed with a offend.

"Car traffic." Namjoon shrugged placing a bottle of expensive wine on countertop.

"Don't you have the most skilled driver?" Jin said looking at him with amusement.

"Will you stop?" Namjoon snapped a little.

"Don't talk back to elders." Yoongi pointed at him with his finger.

Namjoon sighed sitting down and taking off his expensive jacket. Jungkook was observing him carefuly with bunny smile. He looked at his hyungs giving them almost invisible nod.

"Nice place Jin I must admit."

"Thanks. I'll be finally able to see you all often."

All of the cheered at his statement. The oldest placed his dishes on coffee table. There were mostly snacks and Jimin opened this expensive bottle filling everyone's glass.

"I have also something stronger." Jin said sitting down.

"We don't wanna to get drunk hyung." Jungkook stated reaching for a fork.

The conversation has begun, they were talking about almost everything, but mostly about job. Each one of them was successful CEO, their parents were friends and they have met in early childhood. Their bond was more than a friendship, they were a brothers. Protecting each other, caring about each other and worring about each other. As soon as their complains stopped and all the jokes were told a silence has fell upon them. All eyes were fixed on Namjoon, he gulped on his glass.

"What?" He asked bluntly.

"You would deceive us, but this expensive, feminine perfumes are all over your body." Yoongi said tilting his head a little on right.

"Isn't that the right time to make a move? How long does she work for you? Three years?" Jin asked.

Namjoon sighed and put down his glass looking at his brothers. He clenched his jaw.

"Yes, three years. But she has a boyfriend."

"As if that mean something." Taehyung scoffed.

"Seriously hyung you need to quit fucking around and take matters in your own hand." Hobi said softly looking at his hyung with worry.

"You won't forget her through that, I know what I am saying." Jimin added.

"Unless you'll fire her." Yoongi summed up.

"Fuck, never. Besides all of this she is a great P.A. with my clumsiness and forgotting stuff, I would be doomed." Namjoon stated.

"So we have an answer." Jin said looking at him waiting.

"Look guys, I appreciate your concern, but I don't want to scare off with any movements or make her hate herself or blame. She might quit or ran away."

"I am pretty sure that you are perfectly capable of convincing someone to stay at your side." Yoongi noticed playing with his glass.

"Yeah and you can totally attract anyone hyung, not to mention all the women you fucked up in previous three months." Jungkook shrugged.

"And if you're afraid of breaking her, then do it and fix it." J-hope helped with serious gaze.

}*{

The morning went very smooth, Namjoon was passing through his building with wide smile, diamples showing, some workers greeted their boss and his smile improved humor a lot of them. It was past lunch time, he had to do something earlier so only now coming to his office. He entered big room with wide windows, large desk behind them and armchair.

"Good morning Mr-Mr. Kim." This little hesitation made him stop on his tracks.

Under a wall, near the entrance was another desk, but smaller. A lot of shelves, computer monitor, binders and board with pinned small papers. He looked at his personal assistant with surprise, but she seemed to ran away from his gaze, lean to look on papers, hiding face. His brows almost met each other in deep frown, but he decided to be quiet about it. He put away his light coat, it was spring but sometimes the cold wind was showing up, took his laptop and sat behind desk. The room has been filled by silence, but not one, that Namjoon enjoyed. Usually it was comfortable silence, which was distrubed by keyboard or shuffling on his or her side. Today it was like her fingers were typing almost silently, long hair covered almost all of her face. He really wanted to ask what happend, but she would said as always 'Everything is okay Mr.Kim, thank you for your concern.', but nothing was so visible as today's matter. On right side of her desk was a finished cup of tea, nothing more. Namjoon frowned again.

"Did you have your lunch break Miss L/N?" He asked looking at her.

She jumped at sudden silence breaking, slowly looked at her boss and noded. "Yes Mr. Kim."

She was paler than ususal and cheeks a little bit reddish. Make up little stronger, than he know. It had him wonder. Y/N was always dressing aproppriate to work, neat and crisp shirt following by pencil, long skirt then usually elegant jacket, because even in spring she would be cold in the office. She went back to her work, but he was distracted, fighting inside to ask or to remain silent.

"You seem to be little away with your thoughts."

"I-I'm sorry Mr.Kim. It won't happened again."

Her little figure shrugged and shrinked under his words. He didn't mean it in harsh way, but in a chance for her to explain, well it didn't work. During whole day he noticed as she was looking at the wall in front of her with glassy eyes. When finally the end of the work has come, he really wanted to ask her, but she hurriedly turned off her PC, excused herself with early bus and went out taking her things.

Y/N has never allowed herself to cross any line between boss and worker, that's why Namjoon was so hesitant to make any move towards her. But now he felt like the small bond between them was fading and she was slipping out of his grasp, running away for unknown for him reasons. He won't be having any of this. Never.

}*{

Sun was no longer on the sky, when Namjoon grabbed his phone and dialed Y/N's number. He was sitting in his wide and luxorious apartment still distracted by his P.A behaviour. Outside started to rain, but he couldn't care less. She picked up almost immediatly.

"Yes Mr Kim?" He could swear that her voice was a little shaking in the beginnig.

"I'm sorry to calling you on that time, but I really need to adjust my schedule. I'm afraid that, I need your help with that. Also it's Friday and I want to do it immediately." It was all lies, but he would do anything, to have her in his apartment right now.

"It's all right boss, after all it's not that late. I will come to office with all my notes." She reassured him.

"There is no need for you to come to the office. I will send a driver, we'll meet in my apartment." He stated using his soft tone.

"I-... of course Mr. Kim." She corrected herself.

Then, he hung up. Namjoon knew where she was living due to workers files, he sent his driver and started to clear living room and thinking about credible reason, why he need to redo his schedule. Not even an hour has passed, when he suddenly heard a ringbell. He straightened his elegant shirt, fixed hair and glasses. On the coffee table was lying laptop with few papers scattered. Namjoon opened door with little smile.

She looked stunning with cheeks marked by cold, evening wind, hair free and little wild and shy demanor. Her outift was the same as in the office today. To be honest, he also had the same clothes. He let her inside and closed carefully door. Y/N started to taking her coat, when Namjoon's strong hands helped her.

"Thank you sir." She mubled grabbing her bag and peaking around a little.

"No problem, please make yourself home."

After taking off shoes, he lead her to coffee table with two armchairs in opposite sides. She sat down her and took out trusted notebook with some papers.

"Coffee, tea?" Namjoon asked looking at her.

"There is no need." She lifted her eyesight unsure.

"You should get warm after being outside and I am afraid that we will spend some time on this."

"Then tea, if it's possible." She said polietly.

He nodded and took two cups, little bags of herbs, each in different taste, then kettle full with hot water.

"Choose your favourite, but be careful it's really hot." Namjoon said and the took a seat. He already know her favourite one, but didn't want to scare her. As he suspected she picked it and put into a cup.

"I want to have free on Tuesday and Wednesday, I see we have a couple of meetings in those days." He started looking at his laptop's screen.

"Yes." Y/N checked her notes. "They are not so important, but the issue is that the Thursday and Friday are packed... and we wouldn't want to delay that stuff..."

"Plus there's a meeting with Mr. Lee, he's a important chairman." Namjoon added.

"Yes sir." Y/N agreed. "Maybe I could call him and put this meeting actually in next week, but in the early evening?"

"That would be perfect, I can pull a longer day of working. How about you?"

"Of course Sir."

They were able to clear schedule for incoming Tuesday and Wednesday, but making next week more busy. If Mr. Lee woukd agree, there would be a meeting at 6 a.m anf it meant whole day of working for both of them. P.A declared that during a weekend she is going to make necessary calls to make it real. Namjoon was stealing glances at her behind his laptop. It was now or never.

"Actually Miss L/N, are you sure, you want to come to work for full shift during my absence and then, in next week work till late hours?" He asked with the softest tone. "I'm not questioning your skills, I'm just concerned."

"I'm sure." She said slowly. "I'll prepare files for the meetings with Mr. Lee."

"Today you looked a little tired. I was actually hesitant to call you." He pressured a little.

"I-I'm perfectly fine. If it's everything, I'll be heading home. It's getting late." She muttered meekly.

Y/N started picking her things really fast, when she stood up, Namjoon was able to catch the sight of her eyes - all glossy. He also got up, but she already went to the door, clutching a belt from a bag in her hands.

"Wait!" CEO pleaded, but she didn't listen.

When P.A reached hand for a door handle, he caught her wrist and yanked, turning her around to face him. His worried features met tears streaming down her soft cheeks. Namjoon grabbed Y/N's arms to prevent any escape attempts.

"Tell me what happend." He demanded in tone mixed of authority and worry.

"It's so embarrassing..." She whispered trying to wipe out tears.

"You can trust me." Namjoon reassured and looked into her eyes intensly.

Because of that Y/N looked down and her voice was still but a whisper. "M-My boyfriend. He cheated on me, couldn't stand how do I look. He said that he need a real woman, then broke up with me."

Her knees gave up, seemed like a confession took her whole strength. Namjoon was able to catch falling woman, embracing her and then sitting on the floor. Small figure between his legs with cheek pressed to his wide and firm chest. CEO's blood has boiled because of her words. In addition to that, it looked like dam has bursted and now she was crying strongly, staining white shirt with hot tears. Y/N's body was shaking terribly, as if it was going to shatter into pieces without his strong arms around her waist.

"He's an idiot." Namjoon said seriously looking down a her.

"It wasn't a first time, I heard something like this..." she admitted quietly curling inside.

"Please don't care about that shit talking, it isn't true." He whispered softly.

"Then why did he do that? Why did he approach me when wasn't attracted to me in a psychical way?" Cute sniff reached his ears. "And why he had to marked it so harshly?"

"Because he's an idiot." Joon repeated with a frown, but she couldn't see it.

"It doesn't matter, even if again someone is going to like me, my looks'll scare them off."

Namjoon sighed quietly couldn't believe what he's hearing right now. His thumbs rubbed comfortly her sides in attempt to calm her down. After some time the tears slowed and quiet sniffes could be heard. Y/N's body relaxed a little, wasn't that tense as before, so Namjoon carefuly put an arm under her knees then lifted without any troubles. Really she was so light, he could carry her with one hand. His P.A squirmed a little realizing the situation.

"Don't worry, I won't drop you." He chuckled slighty.

"I should go home..."

"You can stay for a while, my driver will take you home once you are going to calm down."

Namjoon took her back to living room, where the coffee table was and put on a couch carefuly, then took off a jacket and covered her shoulders with it. He sat beside and pushed back on his nose glasses, hearing her taking a deep breath, then their eyes meet. Y/N froze and fixed her eyesight on a coffee table.

"Sir it's inappropriate. I really should go."

"If I want to be a good boss, I need to take a good care of my employees right?" Namjoon smiled showind his diamples.

Y/N nodded slowly, but hugged her knees, then rubbed cheeks to take rid off tears. He hand her tissue to wipe leftovers and smeared make up.

"I'll make another tea?"

"Yes please."

He got up and went to an open kitchen, to take a kettle with a hot water. When he came back, she looked more comfortable, sitting properly. Scent from his jacket hit her nose, plesant chocolate and honey made her relax a little.

"You feel better?" Joon asked sitting right beside after filling again her cup.

"Yes... thank you Sir."

"And please don't hate yourself or care when people are talking about your looks. You are beautiful." He marked with soft smile.

"You think I'm beautiful?" She clenched the cup harder looking at him meekly.

"Yes, I do miss L/N." Namjoon said with smirk. "Not only me, some people in the office too."

Y/N giggled slighty at that news and a warm feeling spread inside her chest following by blush on cheeks.

"Thank you sir."

"Please call me Namjoon."

"I can't." She sighed quietly.

"What if I want to?" He looked at her, his gaze calm but face serious. Being this close she realized how big her boss was with wide shoulders, chest and strong arms. She gulped slighty thinking about right words.

"Thank you sir, but I shouldn't brag about my private life and problems. It was unprofessional and will never happen again."

"I'm glad that you did. Sometimes those things can dig a hole in a soul and I could reassure you that you're in fact stunning."

Blush on her cheeks was now more reddish and visible, Namjoon smiled showing his diamples, but she looked away. He had none of it, grabbing her chin gently, to make her look at him. Y/N released a shaky breath looking at him with eyes wide open. The proximity was so much, everything become silent at once. She wanted to say something, but he just leaned in connecting thier lips in a sweet, slow kiss. Y/N could feel Namjoon's presence everywhere, his scent from jacket, warmness radiating from his body and soft lips on hers. When they broke away from kiss his forehead touched hers, deep breaths filling the silence.

"I can show you how beautiful you are." He said in raspy voice, causing her to shudder. "I can take care of you, if you just let me..."

Second kiss was more intense, knocking breath out of her lungs. Y/N could feel his scent causing her head to spin, his hands found a way back on her waist. She placed hers on his chest and pushed a little. He held back looking at his assistant if there wasn't anything else, she looked conflicted and hesitant, Joon chuckeled deeply.

"Focus on me." He said caressing her reddish cheek with such care.

Y/N nodded following him, kiss deepened and Namjoon managed to pulled her on his lap, her delicate hands on his firm shoulders looking for a support. His chest released a deep rumble and his lips moved to kiss her jaw gently then focused on neck, soft whimper escaped from her causing CEO to smirk against her hot skin. He kissed her pulse, feeling it fastened because of that.

"You smell so nice." A whisper which caused her to squirm a little.

Whole room was on fire, her skin was on fire it was almost unbearable. She pulled away calmly only to see Namjoon wetting his lips, sinful it was but so goddamn sexy.

"I need to use bathroom."

He nodded with little smirk. "Second doors on a left."

She left his lap a little awkwardly and put away his jacket - there was hot anyway. It was small bathroom only with a toilet, sink, small cabinet and shelf. Y/N removed the smeared make up completly and corrected it a little, also put cold water on her cheeks and forhead. She looked at herself in the mirror.

"What are you doing?"

It helped her calm a little and think what's next, she just make out with her boss for God's sake. Yes, he was handsome and attractive but also caring and kind. It was a mix hard to resist. After taking care of everything she left and closed bathroom's door quietly. The apartment was now quiet, she looked around unsure. Namjoon was standing in front of big windows, which were spreading from floor to roof. He turned back once he heard the doors and just rolled sleeves from his neat shirt up. Y/N really wanted to tear her eyes from his strong hands, but she felt like enchanted, also they felt very nice on her skin, so gentle but so firm.

"Come and see. View maybe isn't perfecy, but I like it." He stretched out his arm to her.

She almost tip toed to him and accepted warm hand, now fully aware of all the rings on his fingers. They were gold, matching expensive Rolex on the other hand. Outside was still raining but clouds formed into unseen shapes and figures, it was pretty dark, but skyscrapes lights were on. The apartment now dim, only lamp from living room and kitchen.

"I would prefer you to stay until rain'll pass."

"I don't want to be an inconvenience..."

"You can tell, that I enjoy your presence here miss L/N."

She looked away shying from him and again this damn blush crept on her cheeks. Namjoon chuckled once more and put a lost strand of her hair behind an ear.

"Where did we end?"

"I don't know mr. Kim." The whisper came out shaky and more quiet that she's expected.

"I should remind you."

He stepped closer, so close that again his warmness reached her to dive into it. This time only his left hand was on her waist, but right cupped her cheek so, so gently. Namjoon's diamples showed again and Y/N could swear that she was going to melt right there. This kiss was passionate, deep and a little messy, his hand moved to back of her neck. Content hum spread through a room when his assistant squeezed his biceps delicately. Soon again his lips moved to cover her jaw with kisses, Y/N was standing on her toes to reach any of his height. Namjoon smirked and didn't waste any time, his hands sneaked under her thighs and picked her up without any trouble, she squealed suddenly looking down at him, her arms wrapped around his neck. He almost grunted feeling that she's wearing stockings under the skirt. Hot kiss was pressed again to her pulse.

"Perfect." He commented.

"What are you doing?" She whispered looking at them both.

"I need you closer." Namjoon breathed into her skin.

Not long after he started walking with her towards next room, he almost kicked door open and soon Y/N was placed on soft mattres, carefuly, delicately. She pulled off - it was probably his bedroom, the bed was big and so soft, cusions in light grey color. Night stands on both sides of the bed, the lights on wall automatically went on, when they got inside. Namjoon stood up and pushed his hair back looking down below at her just like that. There were a lot of pillows she counted six at least.

"Wanna continue?"

Y/N rose on her elbows and nodded feeling hot everywhere. He smirked putting away glasses.

"I need to hear you pretty thing."

"Yes, I want to continue."

"God, you don't know what are you doing to me, when you are so fucking obedient." He took off his watch and wanted to do the same with golden rings.

"No, no let them stay. They're beautiful."

Namjoon nodded. "Any more wishes?"

Y/N shook her head and then he knelt on a bed touching her knees delicately, to spread her legs and moved between them smoothly, the skirt get in a way, but it rolled up to Y/N's midthights. She whimpered softly, putting head on a pillow. Joon didn't waste any time capturing her lips in deep kiss, but he fast moved down to jaw, neck and his skillful hands opened first button of chemise, each opening was followed by soft, butterfly kiss on her skin. Her fingers found a way into his hair, going through delicately, making him groan. Y/N squirmed when hot kiss landed between her breasts and Namjoon smiled, but continued till he reached skirt and last button.

"Can we take it off?" He asked playing with hem of the shirt and locking their eyes.

"Yes."

Namjoon helped her take it off and smiled admiring her body, much smaller comparing to his well built and large.

"Yet skirt needs to go and I'll be content. For a while." He smirked.

Y/N nodded and pulled down a zipper on a side. Then it was easy to get rid of the skirt. Namjoon sucked breath loudly. She was having matching, black underwear with stockings and stocking belt. His eyes wandered on her skin slowly, intensly and greedyly.

"You don't like it?" She asked with a worry then her gaze running at the side.

"I love it. Now I can't look at your pencil skirt in the same way." He chuckled lowly, causing her also to smile.

"Can I touch you?" Y/N asked in small voice her eyes trailing to his crips shirt, which also happen to have buttons.

"Touch me, bite me, scratch me. Anything you like angel." Namjoon grabbed her hand and put it on his chest.

She also started to opening his shirt, feeling only strong muscles beneath hot skin and felt need to touch it more and more. He smiled into her lips when all the buttons were opened and she slid down the shirt, slowly exploring now naked shoulders and arms. CEO hummed with satisfaction, his thumbs made a cricles on her ribs. Y/n giggled softly.

"It tickles."

"Sorry." He said into her collarbone, the shifted down reaching the panties and belt, placing both of his hands on her hips and pressed long, open mouthed kiss on a stomach, then looked up locking their eyes and rubbed the belt.

"I know how to take if off." He said proudly.

"You do?"

"It happens to be a very useful skill."

Namjoon carefully freed stockings from attachments and took off first one slowly looking only into Y/N's eyes and gave a kiss to her calf, doing the same with second stocking, then he turned material of the belt a little and opened it like a bra, then sent it flying across the room. She laughed covering lips with a hand, but still a shaky breath managed to escape after he pressed a finger between her breats and touched a bra.

"What about this?" He asked with a deep voice, eyes slowly clouding by desire.

Y/N bite her lip, then took it off all by herself. Automatically her arms went to cover nudity, but Namjoon grabbed her elblow gently.

"Don't. Relax." He put her hand at his neck, then leaned in to kiss exposed skin, when his other hand touched a nipple and started to play with it. Y/N moaned softly closing eyes.

Despite being wrapped by a pleasure she asked anxiously. "Aren't they too small?"

"I don't care, they are perfect."

She felt extra blush on her cheeks and smiled involuntarily.

"Actually, I love small, cute things." He smirked hearing her giggle.

He pressed to her, she could feel his hard dick rubbing her clit just perfectly and Namjoon released low groan kissing her passionately.

"I need to be inside you."

His hand slid down reaching her inner thighs and caressed skin gently. Y/N shudder and felt wetness gushing out of her.

"I need you inside me." She said quietly in response.

"Fuck."

Fuck indeed, they both got rid of her panties, she was so wet Namjoon grunted, when she started to undo his belt. He took off the expensive trousers along with boxers, going back between Y/N's thights. She reached for his dick and wrapped her fingers delicately around it. Now he shuddered almost closing eyes.

"No teasing." Namjoon marked hurriedly.

She nodded and he touched her slit, then hummed contently rubbing in lazy circles her clit and Y/N moaned shamelessly.

"Let me know if something isn't right."

She nodded and kissed him tenderly, he responded with soft grip on her waist looking between their bodies.

"You are so tiny..." he grunted and sighed at skin to skin contact. "I'll be gentle."

Comparing to a lot of things, she was indeed tiny. Namjoon leaned in kissing her passionately, when pushing slowly his hips, Y/N mewled sinfuly and clenched around him. He did it slowly to make it easier to accommodate to stretch and she was greatful for that. The room disappeard, there were only them pressed tightly to each other. When his hips were flush against hers Namjoon groaned and pressed hasty kiss on her neck. She tenderly wrapped hands around his shoulders and her eyes rolled into skull, she felt so full and so hot everywhere. It was like heaven. He pressed soft kiss to her collarbone and started to move slowly and she clenched again.

"Shit, how am I supposed to control myself, when you feel so good?" Namjoon asked and hissed, the pleasure was unmatched.

"Then don't. I trust you." A heated whisper fell into his ear.

Low groan escaped his throat and his pace went faster. He rose her thigh and wraped it around his hip now reaching deeper and earning the cutest whine. Namjoon also made sure that his hands aren't leaving her body, cupping Y/N's cheeks during a kiss or making lazy circles on her skin. Soon, her breath was fast and deep and he smirked connecting their foreheads gently.

"You're close angel?"

"Y-yes."

Namjoon just felt so right against her body, giving her all the pleasure she needed, but didn't ask. It was truly a new experience.

"You're so good for me darling."

"Harder p-please." Y/N mewled weakly and Namjoon released a shaky breath.

"Say that again.

"Please."

His thursts fastened and became more raw. The way her's velvet walls hugged his cock, made him twitch. Y/N could feel her skin tingling and limbs went numb when she started cumming. Namjoon sealed her lips in passionate kiss, feeling her small body shuddering strongly under him. The softes whimper left her lips muffled and he stopped, then cupped her cheeks with a sly smile.

"Oh God. It was amazing." Y/N stated with a deep blush.

CEO only chuckled looking straight into her eyes, which were a little misty.

"Do you want to go another round?" He asked shamelessly their noses touching.

"Yes." She giggled and kissed him.

He started to move again with slow, but deep strokes now. After first orgasm, she knew that second will follow soon and a particular brush against her sweet spot made her dig nails into his back, leaving crescent marks. A soft squeal left Y/N's lips when she felt Namjoon biting her shoulder, then licking it. His hips stutter when once again she clenched around him. He was close to high and twitching inside her.

"I'll take a pill." She whispered softly.

After these words his pace quickened and she moaned into his lips. The pressure was building fast in her abdomen and Namjoon was slapping his hips against hers, chasing his release.

"Say my name." He demanded with a grunt.

She looked at him little confliced but goddamnit they were fucking right now, it couldn't become more inappropriate.

"Come on."

"Namjoon." She breathed into his lips, causing him to shudder and take a wild pace.

Y/N came clenching hardly around him, seeing stars and after that he was breathing harshly and spilling himself inside her. Namjoon's head fell on her chest. They both were panting.

"Thank you... for showing me." She whispered after a while, still in a bliss.

He chuckled playfuly and lifted head to look at her. His lips reached her forehead with a tender kiss, he grabbed the duvet and covered them both, then rolled, having her on top of him. Y/N blinked clearly not understaning and fighting a exhaustion. Namjoon kissed her hair.

"Sleep, I'll wake you up."

"But..."

"Hush. It's okay, rest."

Y/N didn't protest more, carefuly putting head on his wide chest, then closing her eyes. She had to be really tired, because soon, the room was filled with quiet, but calm snores. Namjoon was looking at her with eyes shining, his fingers were making shapes on her back gently. He fell asleep with chest filled with a warm feeling to the brim.

Morning came and sunlight hit her face mercilessly. Y/N scruntched her nose and slowly opened eyes, covering them weakly by a hand. Her ears were filled by silence, she felt strong arms on her waist. Namjoon was still sleeping like an angel, so beautiful like that, his skin radiating in morning light. She smiled observing his face and shifting a little, to take off her weight from his body, only put leg over his waist, head still on his chest and hugging him around smooth waist. It was so peaceful, that she wanted to stay there forever. Soon Namjoon's eyes flickered and he woke up. His hand with golden rings brushed hair from her face then tenderly caressed her cheek. Y/N smiled lazy, opening eyes and looked at him with shyness.

"Good morning angel." His morning voice was deep and horse, then he pressed soft kiss to her temple.

"Good morning."

"Did you sleep good?"

"Like a baby." Y/N giggled softly.

"That's good to hear."

They were lying in a bed, comfortable and peaceful. She put her head back on his chest, listening to steady heartbeat, he was lazily drawning shapes on her back. It was Saturday so they could stay like this.

"Are you hungry? If I remember correctly, you didn't eat any supper yesterday."

"Maybe a little and you have right, I didn't."

"I'm not the best cook, but let's do some breakfast."

Y/N nodded and sat on the bed looking for her clothes from an yesteday. She wrapped duvet around her and didn't see that Namjoon actually couldn't tear his eyesi from her.

"Wait." He stood up then put on his briefs and walked to wardrobe. He picked fresh, but casual shirt and turned back to her. Y/N blushed heavily at his idea, but nodded and accepted it. She put it on, it was so big that it reached around her knees.

"Thank you." She smiled softly.

He grabbed her hand, so small and lead her to the kitchen. He made her tea, when she picked up ingredients for a vegetable salad.

"Would you like some toast?" He asked unsure scratching his nape.

"Yes, do you have any jams?"

"Of course, unfortunately I know someone who hasn't." He responded with a smirk.

She looked at him questioningly, but he brushed it off. Once they sat down and started to eat, silence filled the apartment. Namjoon was looking only at her, causing her cheeks to go reddish once more.

"Can we see each other tomorrow?" He asked looking at her carefuly.

"I- I have things to do..."

"It's okay, I know this was... unexpected." Namjoon smirked and she giggled.

"Unexpected, but very nice." She said with shyness in her voice.

"Great to hear that."

They ended up talking casualy about small things, but after a breakfast she went to picked up her things. Namjoon insisted her to take a shower and meanwhile he changed clothes into something more appropriate, but not so elegant as yesterday. There was casual shirt followed by jeans. He was tempted a little to enter a bathroom, but somehow resisted this idea. Feeling Y/N smell like his shampoo made his stomach squeeze. He exhaled loudly and smiled widely.

"I'll drive you."

"There's no need I..."

"That's not under negotiation." Namjoon stated grabbing his keys.

Again he grabbed her hand and they went out of the apartment. His car was in underground parking, they talked a little, she was asking about living in such area. Y/N gulped seeing very luxorious Mercedes, but he only chuckled.

"It won't bite you."

He opened a door for her as gentleman, then sat on a driver's seat. Engine roared coming back to live. Whole drive his hand was lying on Y/N's tight and comfortable silence was filling the space inside. He parked under her apartment and looked at her with a smile. She smiled back unsure.

"So we'll see each other in Monday?"

"Yes." She nodded.

"Perfect."

He cupped her cheeks and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Y/N melted into it and it was very hard to break off. Namjoon smiled on her lips, then parted away.

"Have a nice weekend and be careful."

"You too Namjoon." She said as goodbye, then left the car.

He inhaled deeply and wide grin appeared on his face. He made sure that she reached the flat, then drove off.

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The weekend was passing very slowly in Namjoon's perspective. He had to hold himself to not call Y/N during Saturday, but he allowed himself on Sunday. She picked up and they had a brief talk, she was in hurry. He couldn't focus on and get her out of his mind. Her lingering scent in a bedroom didn't help either. The same day he had meeting with the boys but refused to elaborate why he had such a good humor, even if Jungkook was annoying as hell. Also the images of him hiving her on his office desk were haunting his mind. Finally the Monday has come and he was in office point 8 a.m, but his P.A was nowhere to see. Namjoon put on his best suit to look amazing. His hand was decorated by rings she liked that much. He shifted on his armchair and frowned. Inside got his manager with a thick layer of papers.

"Sir it's good to see you this early. We can look up at candidates."

"Candidates?" He repeated unsure.

"Oh yes, as far as I know miss Y/N L/N has filled a resignation letter due to personal reasons. She said she has informed you before."

Namjoon has opened his mouth then closed it, processing what he just heard. His jaw clenched along with fists and for a while he was seeing only red. He excused himself and stormed out of the office, almost whole drive cursing the whole existance, he parked under her flat and went inside jumping over two stairs at once. He had the addres remembered since first day, when he reached right door, didn't hasitate to press a bell button. Softly 'coming' could be heard behind and the doors opened slowly revealing Y/N in home clothes - shorts and small shirt exposing stomach. Her shoulders dropped and fingers started to fidget anxiously.

"May I come in?" He asked with serious voice.

"Y-yes." She stuttered.

Y/N moved to let him in, then closed doors. Apartment was small but so cozy, he could spot bathroom doors, kitchen in front of exit, small bedroom and salon. He turned around, almost trapping her between him and doors. She leaned on looking at floor.

"Explain." Namjoon demanded sounding almost desperately.

"It's my fault." Y/N confessed honestly. "I enjoyed our... meeting, but I cannot force myself to work with you. It's unfair and wrong."

"I can be discreet! And it doesn't explain why you left without a word." Namjoon frowned deeply.

"I... you... I know my place in line. The office is filled with rumors, I'm none to judge but... if I was just another woman to have a nice night with, that was a right thing to do, because it meant something to me." She whimpered helplessly.

"I would ask you out first day, when your shy smile charmed me, but I knew that would scare you off." He said slowly.

Her breath hitched inside and eyes opened widely, but she shook her head violently.

"You can't be serious."

"I am."

She lifted her eyesight at him. Jaw clenched and gaze focused only on her. He looked sincere even determinated. Y/N couldn't even say anything, because he cupped her cheeks, pinned to a wall and connected their lips, putting in that kiss all his emotions. When they stopped, their foreheads were still touching.

"I need you at work and I need you in my private life, I don't care what people will say, you are coming back." Namjoon marked leaving no place to argue.

"But-"

"No buts." He cut her off. "I can be fair towards my employees and just because we're going to date, that don't mean I'm going to favor you. Even without that you are doing a great job."

Y/N smiled a little. "You really think that?"

"Yes."

She nodded and hugged him putting her head on his wide chest. He kissed her hair tenderly and wrapped arms securely around her waist. Maybe his brother were right and one move changed everything? Anyway it was worth waiting those three years. Now Y/N was safe and sound in his arms forever.