“For two generations, during the coincidental conflict many thousands of Orcs tried to claim a refuge in the White Mountains and troubled the Rohirrim; Brytta fought them off, and when he died it was believed Rohan was free of Orcs; they were not entirely driven from the White Mountains until T.A. 2864 by Folca.
Around 2960 Saruman started to harass Rohan and in 3014, he began using his influence to weaken the King, Théoden, as part of a campaign to invade or take over the kingdom. In 3019, he launched a full-scale invasion of Rohan, with victories; (Théoden’s son, Théodred was killed during the First Battle of the Fords of Isen) and defeat at the Battle of the Hornburg, where the Huorns came to the aid of the Rohirrim. On the heels of this victory, Théoden rode with an army to Minas Tirith and helped break its siege in the Battle of the Pelennor Fields, where he was slain. Éomer, the nephew of King Théoden, then succeeded to the throne, beginning the third line.”
Summary: Your irrational fear of heights becomes an issue when you have to share a bunkbed with Chanyeol during a last minute sleep-over
You sighed, placing your phone down on the table. You’d called every taxi service in the city and got the same response. All the streets were closed down. The half the metro was offline. If you tried to walk home, it would probably take you three hours, even if you could get past the barricades. A chemical spill in the middle of the city had everything halted, everyone stranded.
“It looks like you’re going to have to stay over,” Jongdae said from the other side of the table. He had been trying to call drivers on your behalf as well, and seemed to have the same amount of luck.
“Did I hear sleep-over?” Baekhyun called from the other side of the room, where he and Sehun sat on the sofa playing video games.
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“Y/N and Namjoon, you’ll be partners."
You shut your eyes tight as you mentally yelled out words that even the great
Out of all the people in the class, your chemistry teacher had to pair you up
with the snob of the class, no the school.
Namjoon thought he was it all, he had the looks and the brains but in your
opinion he lacked the personality and morality.
Namjoon was everything that was the opposite of what the school rules demanded,
loose tie, ripped skinny jeans, three buttons undone of his blouse and the
platinum blonde hair.But most of all that was against the rules was the way Namjoon looked at
you, like he was a hunter and you the hunted.
"Hey baby,” Namjoon smirked as he slid besides you in the chair.
You had to muster everything in yourself not to groan or worse, make those thoughts come back.Yes, Namjoon may be a snob, a bad boy but lord did he make you feel all
kinds of things you, and did you hate Namjoon for that, but also did you hate
yourself for falling for him.
Scooting your chair slightly to your left creating distance from the boy, you
turned your nose into your chemistry book not seeing the smirk on Namjoon’s
“Now that’s not nice to ignore your partner like that,” Namjoon said.
You decided that even though it was true what Namjoon said, you ignored him
still, how much of a mistake that was.Your breath hitched as you could feel the hot breath of Namjoon tickling
“Isn’t it, baby?” You jerked away from Namjoon, had covering your ear
as you looked at Namjoon with wide eyes and furrowed brows. The reaction
brought amusement to Namjoon as his laugh brought attention to the two of you.“Namjoon, Y/N.” The teacher sternly spoke.
“Class is still in session, I expect you to stay quiet.” You
straightened your back as you turned to face the teacher again, a mumbled
apology left your mouth as you looked down at your book again, but not before
glancing over too your right only to be greeted by a wink and a smirk.
Turning to your books you bit on your lips as thighs squeezed together.
Gods did you hate what the boy did to you, yet you loved the sinning sensation.
“So my house or yours?” You looked up at Namjoon, cocking him an
“For our project, remember?” A smirk painted itself on those full
lips you so much desired to touch
“What, you had something else in mind?” Your cheeks flushed as you
shook your head.
“No,” was the first word you had said to Namjoon since the class had
begun and now had ended.
“You choose, I don’t mind.” But actually you did, you didn’t want to
be with Namjoon too begin with for a very obvious reason down below and
underneath your skirt.
“Your house it is,” Namjoon decided, his body brushing the right side
of your arm as he walked you by, you stood there perplexed at the fact Namjoon
knew which way you would take home and how did he know that? The boy in
question turned around, cocking his eyebrow “You coming or what?"
Pulling yourself together you nodded and walked behind Namjoon.
Could you believe it, the boy who has been causing you all sorts of feelings
from hate to love is coming over to your house, your house."Hey,” Namjoon said as his fingers curled around your arm and
pulled you forward, loosing a grip on your thoughts but held on the fact that
Namjoon was holding your arm, and it was burning.
“I don’t know where your house is so don’t walk behind me.” Namjoon
scolded and you nodded.
A sense of longing flooded your mind as Namjoon released your arm, wanting more
of his touch.
Shaking your head you began to walk in front of Namjoon, feeling even more
vulnerable than before with his eyes burning into your back.
“So, this is your house?” You nodded as you unlocked the door,
letting yourself in before Namjoon who bypassed you with a pout on his lips and
eyes skimming as far as they could see.
“Cool.” He mumbled “thanks?” You said unsure, closing the
door behind you.
Turning around your breath hitched at the sight of Namjoon taking off his
school blazer, the small act having a great effect on your core, Namjoon seemed
to notice your reaction but gave you a simple smirk.
Shaking your head you bypassed the boy, hoping that the friction your legs gave
you would bring those thoughts down but they only worsened.
“Uh, my room is upstairs.” You didn’t even look at Namjoon as you
walked up the stairs, but the sound of floorboards creaking underneath feet
made sure he was behind you.
As you got to your door, you froze.
Kim Namjoon is in your house,
is about to enter your room
one but the two of you is
“You okay?” You heard Namjoon ask from behind and you turned around,
if you weren’t red by now you sure were now.
Namjoon was towering over you, his face close but unfortunately not that close,
nodding you turned around and opened the door of your room.
“Nice room,” You tried to calm down your heart as you set your school
bag on your bed, rummaging through the bag on the look out for your chemistry
book, completely oblivious on the unintentional tease you where giving Namjoon.
The school skirt that once was long, but after a few wrong washes had shortened
did its job of making Namjoon’s body fill with lust, that innocent yet
unintentional sexiness you had drove him crazy since you showed up in his life.
And don’t think he didn’t notice he effected you the same way you did to him,
because he sure did.
You weren’t the best at hiding it, either you wanted it or were just terrible
“Okay, chemistry project, anything in mind?” You said as you turned
around, just in time to miss the tongue that slipped out Namjoon’s tongue but
in time to see him sit down on the ground in an attempt to hide his slightly hardened
“No,” Namjoon nonchalantly said, trying to keep his stoic facade as
you sat down across him.
How was a simple act like that making him go wild, all he wanted to do is take
you right there and then, but he was raised much better than that, yes he might
be a jerk or a snob like you would say, but gods forbid he was anything less
than a gentleman.
You let out a sigh, your head slightly nodding as your bottom lip got caught in
your teeth, if you would only know how much you made it hard for Namjoon (pun
Turning away, Namjoon tried to look at something else not sure how long his
facade would stay up.
His attention got pulled by a small square cover sticking out of your
bookshelf, pushing himself up (gaining your attention also) he pulled the
object from your bookshelf and as expected he was right.
“You listen to A$AP Rocky?” Namjoon turned around as he waved the
album of the rapper.
Your eyes widen as you pushed yourself off the ground and reached out for the
album but Namjoon simply raised his arm higher making it impossible for you too
“I,uh,” You said embarrassed, no one that was close to you would know
that you sometimes listened to Hip Hop and you didn’t blame them as you didn’t
really look like the type who would.
“I got it from a friend of mine, he works in a CD shop. Apparently they
still had one album left of him, so when he came back from college he gave it
to me.” You explained, Namjoon lowered his arm as he held the album next
“Your friend from college?” He asked and you nodded, confused at the
tone he gave you as if he didn’t believe his ears.
“Yeah, he’s a family friend.” Namjoon scoffed as he placed the album
back, noticing that the row was filled with albums from EPIK HIGH to Zico,
Namjoon scoffed even louder and felt a shot of jealousy.
“What?” You asked “I suppose these are all from your friend ? ”
You furrowed your brows, you did not like the tone Namjoon was giving talking
about your friend, crossing your arms you answered.
“Yeah, so what?” Namjoon let out a sarcastic laugh.
“Are you sure you don’t mean your boyfriend?” Your mouth fell open
and you could feel anger boiling.
“What, he is not my boyfriend!” Namjoon nodded, almost as if he
understood but the words that fell out of his mouth told otherwise “oh, so
he is your fuck buddy?"
Your face went red from both embarrassment and anger, but instead of drawing
the line Namjoon continued "assuming from your reaction I am right? That
family friend of yours is more than just a friend huh?” Namjoon scoffed as
your blood started to cook.
“Who would believe that Y/N [L/N] would be a whore like that,” for a
moment Namjoon felt pride but quickly guilt fell as he realized what his mouth
But time did not give him a chance to apologise as a painful sting infiltrated
Looking up in surprise Namjoon’s eyes went wide as he saw the tear filled eyes
and the rage mixed in you, you who slapped him.
“How dare you to talk about him like that, about me!” You yelled.
“How dare you say a woman is a whore by her relationship status, and
besides who cares if I fuck him or not which is not.” You answered, your
hand running through your hair and all Namjoon could think of is how extremely
hot you looked in that school outfit all angry at him.
“I can’t believe I fell for a snob like you.” Your mouth spilled out,
freezing your body.
You hoped Namjoon didn’t hear that, but of course he did, you were practically
Licking his lips Namjoon took a few steps forward, trapping you between the
bookshelf and himself, the crash causing a symphony of CD cases hitting the
“So you like me huh?” You bit down on your bottom lip, the pain
numbing from the look Namjoon was giving you. It was strong, predatory and it
made you weak but also strong with desire.
“I asked you something, Y/N.” Namjoon’s voice dropped and dripped
with a sweet sound of sins, and gods did you want to feel it.
Namjoon took a step closer, making you turn your gaze down at the CDs, wrong
You could feel breath tickling your ear and you weren’t sure if you where on
fire or Namjoon’s breath was just burning. “Answer,” Namjoon breathed
out, making your breath stutter as you mustered up a breathy “yes."
You could hear Namjoon chuckling, but you had no courage to look at him and by
his next action you couldn’t even if you would.
Full soft lips kissed your neck, your mind became a haze as excitement dropped
with full force on your core. Namjoon moved up along your jawline "Good,
because I do too.” He whispered, his lips taking your earlobe captive for
a second before looking at your flustered face, bottom lip red and swollen of
teeth clamping down to prevent those sweet sins coming out your mouth.
Namjoon cupped your cheek as he slowly moved you to look up at him, and by now
you could feel the uncomfortable wetness in your underwear.
“God, you make me want you so bad.” Namjoon breathed out as the hand
on you cheek trailed down to cup the back of your neck while his other hand
rested on your hip.
“Just tell me to stop and I will,” Namjoon said, his breath mixing
You looked into Namjoon’s eyes and for a moment you could see a new Namjoon
filled with care and sincerity that made your heart drum in a different way.
Your own hands crawled up along Namjoon’s arms, the both of you watching how
they slithered up and over his shoulders, one going behind and the other
ghosting across Namjoon’s jawline, calling out attention to you.
“I don’t want you to stop.” You whispered out, a simple phrase that
was enough for Namjoon to crash into you.
This was nothing like a passionate make out scene in a romantic movie, no this
was pure lust and desire. The kiss was filled with need, filled with a long
time of teasing without result until now.
The hand on your hip moved down, slipping under your dress giving you a whole
new feeling of need.
Namjoon pushed you (if possible) more against the bookshelf, his body pressed
against yours as his hand trailed towards your ass, giving it a tight squeeze
that let to a moan.
Taking the opportunity Namjoon slipped in his tongue, smirking at how fast he
got dominance over you.
One of your hands began to rub up and down Namjoon’s chest until you dared your
hand to travel even lower until you felt the bulge in Namjoon’s pants.
You didn’t know when you told yourself this, but without a second passing by
you gave his member a slight squeeze, enough to make Namjoon groan.
Moving away Namjoon looked at you, how your mouth turned into a smirk and how
much that simple act turned him on, he just cannot get enough of you.
“Don’t get to cocky, baby girl.” The new nickname riled you up inside
and Namjoon could see it in your eyes.
“I still want to make you feel good, baby girl. ” You couldn’t help but
let out a moan, the second one but surely not the last one.
Placing his lips back on yours again, both his hands gave a tug at your thighs.
Getting the hint you jumped, letting Namjoon pull you up and your legs cross at
You both groaned in union at the short lived friction.
Letting the both of you fall on the bed, Namjoon made sure you weren’t being
crushed by his weight.
The slightest taste of care mixed into the pot of desire made your heart yearn
more from him.
“Namjoon!” You yelled as you could hear ripping sound of your blouse.Looking down you could see some loose buttons and you glared at the man
who didn’t seem to care to have ruined your blouse.
“Baby girl, if I were you I’d be worrying of something else.” Your
confusion was swept up as the trademark smirk disappeared into million kisses
down your neck, placing galaxies before making them glisten with his tongue.
Namjoon kissed until his lips hit your black bra, groaning Namjoon took both of
the sides and with a snap your bra came loose, another yell came from above
him, the anger in your voice doing nothing more than making him more lustful.
“Namjoon you’re destroying my things!” You could the vibration of
Namjoon’s laugh as he looked at you "Baby girl, that’s not the only
thing I’ll be destroying tonight.“ Your face flared up as you understood
the hint, you were out of words but that would be made up with the feeling of
roughed hands massaging your breasts, one of them being treated with a mouth
that made you moan.
Moan after moan, that was all Namjoon need to keep going, his fuel, his fuel
that became reality instead of dream.
Moving away from your breasts Namjoon began to trail down, his hands taking the
zipper of your skirt as this time he was more careful unclothing you.
"Damn you’re fucking wet, baby girl.” Namjoon noted as he could see a
darkened spot in your underwear, you on the other hand didn’t say anything.
“You must have been thinking about me all day,” You bit your lip as
you could feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Namjoon chuckled as he
pushed your underwear off you.
Your legs wanted to close when you could feel a breeze against your sex, but it
was hard with the boy who left you all bothered day and night between them.
Giving you a wink, Namjoon lay his tongue left against your bare sex, licking
up and watching how your head fell back and let out the most angelic moan due
to his his sinful mouth.
Your head was spinning as you could feel Namjoon slip his tongue in and out of
you, moans spilled out of your mouth as you tried to look at Namjoon.
But that attempt failed miserably as you felt two fingers slip into you, making
you scream in bliss.
Your back arched as your head fell on your bed, the room was filled with sins
and you were happy no one was around to hear it accept for the two of you.
Your hands shot up into Namjoon’s hair gripping it tightly as you could feel a
third finger entering you and his skilled tongue abusing your clit.
You were moaning his name in delight over and over again, the sound of you
making Namjoon moan as well, the vibrations he caused only adding up to the
tightening in your core. “Namjoon…” You managed to choke out.
“Namjoon I am about too…” But he didn’t answer, instead Namjoon
reacted and picked up his pace.The fast pace of Namjoon making your knot tighter and tighter, your
breath higher and higher until you could feel all your senses shooting up along
with your high.
Vision blurred with white, Namjoon keeping up his ministrations until you had
come down from those clouds.
Breathing heavily you could feel your body tiring out even though all you did
was lay there screaming.
You could feel the bed shift and before you knew it you where flipped, your
stomach against the bed before being pulled away along with your ass.
With the power you still had left in you, you lifted yourself up by your
elbows, looking over your shoulder and seeing a smug looking Namjoon.
A Facebook post that showed Adolf Hitler
with a statement praising the death of Jews constituted legitimate and
legal criticism of Israel, the prosecutor’s office in Austria’s
third-largest city said earlier this week.
Ibrahim, a 29-year-old owner of a hair salon outside of Linz, posted
an image of Hitler in December along with the caption “I could have
annihilated all the Jews in the world, but I left some of them alive so
you will know why I was killing them…”. He was investigated under an
Austrian law that forbids praising the Nazi regime, but successfully
claimed that his anti-Semitic outburst was merely criticism of Israel’s
actions during Operation Protective Edge, the war with Hamas that had
ended a few months prior. The statements were not glorifying Hitler, but
simply expressing “displeasure toward Israel,” prosecutor’s office
spokesman Philip Christl told the newspaper Oberösterreichische Nachrichten.
“This position [of the prosecutor] is, unfortunately, becoming more
popular,” Stefan Schaden, a board member of the Austria-Israel Society, told The Jerusalem Post.
“Everything passes as so-called criticism of Israel. Anti-Semitism
seems to have been officially abolished. In view of the climate in
Europe, it is a dramatic development.”
The controversy over the lack of prosecution has reportedly spurred the prosecutor’s office to take another look at the case.
A German court ruled
last year that the firebombing of a synagogue in Wuppertal was
motivated by a desire to bring “attention to the Gaza conflict,” not
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Because, didn’t you know there is no anti-Semitism in Europe?