#Please note that this is literally my first time actually attempting to sculpt anything

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Got some modeling clay for xmas so naturally, the first thing I did with it was make donnie.

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Rest (Bakugo Katsuki x Reader)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,515

Warning: SMUT, LANGUAGE

I’m literally in love with Bakugo Katsuki. I’ve had this idea in my head for a while and I might make this a small series, I love me some domesticated shit and I hope you guys do too. This is the first smut I’ve ever written so please keep that in mind as you’re reading lmao. I hope you enjoy it!

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Bakugo sighed deeply as he dropped his duffle bag to the ground with a soft thud. His red eyes burned with exhaustion, his body felt incredibly heavy tonight after his shift. 

It wasn’t that he disliked being a top pro-hero, far from it. 

In fact, if someone were to ask him if he hated or loved being a hero he would scoff at them and blast their ass.

Of course he loved his job.

Becoming a pro-hero was his dream, the ultimate goal in his life. The amount of hours, blood, sweat, and tears he had put into his training was not for nothing.

Of course he fucking loved his job.

But sometimes. 

Sometimes he wouldn’t mind being able to rest.

Like now.

Now, all he wanted to do was eat and sleep.

Bakugo flipped the light on in the kitchen, taking notice of the just washed dishes in the dish rack and the scent of cleanser lingering in the air.

Y/n must’ve cleaned up before she went to work. He thought briefly before opening up the fridge to see what was available to eat. 

His expression softened once he laid his eyes on the plate of food wrapped up with a note on top.

Missing you a lot today, don’t overwork yourself.-Y/n

After reheating his dinner he sat down at the table, sighing deeply once more now that he was finally off of his feet.

It had been a long couple of days. A couple of weeks of nonstop back-to-back hero work. Which meant that Bakugo was rarely home, either arriving far too late into the night, or leaving far too early in the morning. There were only small traces that he had actually been there, a coffee cup left in the sink, the bathroom being damp still from a shower.

It was weeks like this one that were incredibly taxing on Bakugo, and that was because he never got to see you. 

His wife. 

It also didn’t help that your work schedule at the hospital was just as busy. Almost seemingly as the exact opposite of his.

He figured you had another night shift tonight as he headed to the bedroom.

But he froze at the doorway.

The tightness in his body melted completely as he gazed at your sleeping figure. 

You were curled up under the blankets, fast asleep, and completely unaware of the tall man staring at you.

Bakugo couldn’t move fast enough.

All he could think about was curling up against you tonight, holding you close, and burying his face into your hair.

He had missed you too much.

He stripped down to his underwear and moved to slide under the blankets, his expression further softening as he noticed that you were wearing one of his t-shirts.

Carefully coming up behind you, he moved to wrap one of his arms around your waist. He pulled you in close, tucking you into his chest easily.

But you were roused awake from the sudden movement.

“Katsu?” you mumbled softly, eyes still heavy with sleep but you shifted your body so that you were facing the warm solid man now next to you.

“Go back to sleep.” he grumbled, both of you settling down against one another. He peered down at you with a gentle expression.

He had never seen anything more beautiful. 

“How was it today?” you hummed softly, slinging your right arm around his broad shoulder, your leg kicking up to wrap around his waist. 

Bakugo wrapped his fingers around your thigh, tugging you closer. His hand was big and warm, the roughness of his palms and fingers felt perfect against your soft skin. 

A touch you were desperately craving the past couple of weeks. 

“Dumbass Deku got overrun with the villains we were chasing down, I had go and save his stupid ass.” he grumbled, moving his hand up to slide into your shirt, his fingers tracing patterns into your back.

“Hmm.” you sighed softly, nuzzling your nose against his collarbone, inhaling that familiar burnt caramel scent.

Both of you were quiet for a moment, enjoying each other’s company. It was clear that both of you were exhausted, but neither of you had gone to sleep just yet.

There was a hum in the air.

A familiar one.

You looked up at the man that you’ve known your entire life. His eyes were closed, but you knew that he wasn’t asleep.

Your gaze started at the top of his head. His spiky hair was more disheveled than usual, but you knew that it was incredibly soft and perfect beneath your fingers.

Moving your eyes further down you took in his perfectly arched eyebrows and long lashes, but beneath that you noticed the dark circles framing his lower lids. 

Frowning softly at your husband’s apparent lack of sleep you continued your search against his face. 

His nose was perfect, and just below it, those soft full lips.

Your stomach flipped pleasantly. A familiar feeling bubbling in your lower stomach.

He was fucking beautiful.

And that was just his face. You knew that his body was just as perfect, if not better.

It was as if Bakugo Katsuki was sculpted from the gods themselves. 

How you were married to such a beautiful man, you didn’t know. It was then that you started to be more aware of those muscular arms that were wrapped around you. Those strong, thick fingers gripping your upper thigh tightly.

Your heart rate picked up, and you shifted slightly, attempting to get closer to him.

“Stop staring at me, shitty woman.” he grumbled, cracking one eye open to peer down at you. “It’s fucking creepy.”

Now you remember how you ended up with this beautiful man. His shit fucking personality. 

I guess it’s true when they say you can’t have it all, you thought dryly. Of course your husband couldn’t be a gorgeous man without having some kind of flaw. 

It was actually a wonder how you guys had been together so long. 

Childhood friends turned lovers.

You had been by his side since birth it felt like. 

Considering your mother and his mother were good friends, it was bound to happen that you two would be as well. 

You were the complete opposite of Bakugo. 

Kind. Sweet. Gentle. 

You weren’t in the hero course when you had gone to U.A., rather you had gotten into the support course.

Which wasn’t a problem for you. You didn’t want to become a hero. Rather, being able to help behind the scenes and being able to support those that wanted to be on the front lines, protecting and saving people, like your husband.

“Don’t be mean Katsu, I haven’t seen your grumpy face in weeks. Can’t a wife just look at her husband?” You grumbled pinching and pulling his cheeks.

He huffed angrily, grabbing your wrist and attempting to pull your fingers away from his face. “Let go, that fucking hurts.” he growled. “Stupid woman, you think I want to come home and be pestered like this?”

You snorted, an amused expression on your face as you ignored Bakugo’s increasing insults and attempts at stopping you from pulling his cheeks, increasing the pressure of your fingers on his face.

“You little shit.” he growled. He gripped your wrist tightly and shifted one of his legs to be between your thighs and moved, heaving you onto your back. Your wrists were pinned on either side of your head, Bakugo above you.

Oh fuck.

The position you were in caused your heart rate to pick up once again. Your eyes flickered down his body, appreciating the bulging muscles and the way his boxers now hung lower on his hips. 

The smirk on his face wasn’t helping the situation either. 

“Like what you see?” he sneered.

You rolled your eyes and moved your leg, shifting it up so that you could press your knee carefully against his crotch.

You could feel his growing bulge. You felt the rising blush in your face and looked away from him, going to move your leg down from its current position. But Bakugo was too fast for you, he grabbed your leg and hitched it over his hip and settled himself between your legs. Pressing himself to your center.

You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your lips. 

“Why are you getting all shy now?” he teased, rolling his hips against yours. 

“Sh-Shut up.” you gasped, lips parting in arousal. “You haven’t even kissed me yet Katsu.”

He chuckled slightly, and released his grip on your wrists, allowing you to slither your arms around his neck, sliding your fingers into the back of hair. He leaned closer down to your face, one his hands grabbing at your jaw, the other one propping himself up to keep most of his weight off of you.

And then he was kissing you. His lips hot and urgent against yours, his tongue already poking through your lips, eager to taste the inside of your mouth.

You moaned softly, arching your body into his as your grip in his hair tightened. 

Bakugo growled against your mouth, grinding into your core harshly.

All thoughts of sleep are now gone. All Bakugo could think about was you, and how much he wanted to be inside of you. It had been far too long since the last time he'd had you, and now, he wasn’t going to wait any longer.

“Fuck, what do you want?” he growled, pulling away from you and seeing your swollen lips. Your eyes were wide and bright, full of want and need. 

His stomach churned pleasantly.

Before you could answer him his fingers were already where you wanted them the most. He rubbed at your clit in harsh controlled circles, his red eyes dark and filled with need as he gazed at your moaning flushed face.

“K - ah - Katsu. Please,” you whimpered, gripping his hair tightly between your fists. Your hips moving along with his fingers.

“Please what? What do you want?” he sneered, applying more pressure before he pushed your panties to the side, his middle finger sliding against your wet slit, but not fully penetrating you.

You felt tears gathering at the corner of your eyes, it had been too long. All you wanted was him to fuck you already. 

“You. I want you please.” you moaned out, bucking your hips up, urging him to enter you already. “Please Katsu, I missed you so much.”

Fuck. 

He missed you too. He was tired of the foreplay already, he needed to be inside you. 

Snarling loudly he all but ripped the clothes off your body before removing his boxers. His member stood tall and gorgeously thick against his stomach.

Your mouth watered at the sight, you wanted it in your mouth.

“Later.” he growled, noticing the look on your face. “I want to fuck you already.”

He spread your legs apart, gazing at you hungrily before taking his cock and rubbing it against your glistening slit, and then he rammed into you.

You cried out loudly as Bakugo set a brutal pace. Hard and fast, and incredibly deep inside your pussy.

It had been too long, your body needing time to adjust to his intrusion, your walls stretching to fit his thickness.

But he wouldn’t let you. Bakugo gave in to his desire and set a pace that had you gasping to keep up. 

Fuck did it feel good though.

The familiar pressure building up within yourself, ready to snap at any minute.

Bakugo was snarling above you, lost in the pleasure of your warm, wet walls gripping him tighter and tighter. He knew you were almost at your limit, he was too. 

He knew he wasn’t going to last long, it had been too long since the last time he was inside of you, but he needed you to cum first.

His grip was bruising on your hips; his mouth sucking and biting at every inch of skin that was within his reach. You knew you were going to have marks in the morning, but you didn’t care. 

His cock rubbed into the deepest parts of you, leaving you breathless and shaking. He always made you feel so full. 

“You gonna cum on my cock princess?” he growled, reaching down and rubbing your clit again. 

Your back arched, your head thrashing against the pillows as your pleasure began to build further up. “Katsu - ngh - I’m close.” you whimpered out.

He smirked, pulling out of your pussy before slamming himself back in.

And that was it.

You came hard, crying out and trembling beneath him, your wetness gushing out and staining the sheets below.

He snarled loudly, jackhammering his hips into yours as he chased his release before groaning lowly in his throat and spilling himself inside of you.

His hips finally stilled, he leaned forward and pressed his mouth against yours softly before trailing delicate kisses against the bites he had left scattered across your throat and collar bone. 

He stayed buried deep inside of you as he continued to soothe your battered body.

Bakugo knew that he was never gentle when you guys made love. He knew that his pace was always rough and harsh, but the aftercare was a different story.

After the intense fucking he always gave you, it was important for him to take care of you tenderly. He carefully pulled his softened cock out of you, hushing you softly as you whimpered from the loss.

He watched as his cum seeped out of you, smirking slightly to himself before he pressed a gentle kiss to your hip and got up to the bathroom to get a warm wet cloth to clean you and himself up.

When he came back you were already on the verge of falling asleep again. He sat near your legs, pressing a soft kiss to your knee as he cleaned up the mess he made between your legs.

You hissed softly, your lower body sore and sensitive. He hushed you once more as he finished cleaning up, tossing the cloth somewhere behind him, he’d take of that in the morning.

Starting at your hips he trailed his soft lips up your body, pressing the sweetest kisses into your skin, gazing at you with gentle eyes.

The aftercare was his favorite part.

You were so fucking beautiful like this, completely drained after all the pleasure that he had given you. Your skin littered with his marks, your lips red and swollen from his intense kisses, your hair a ruffled mess around your head after moving it back and forth so much. 

He pulled the blankets over your bodies as he settled next to you, wrapping his arms around your body tightly.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, your eyes closing automatically, sleep ready to take you under.

“I love you Katsu.” you breathed softly, pressing your face into his chest. “So much.”

“Go to sleep.” he grumbled tenderly, placing another kiss to the crown of your head. “I got you."

[xmagicxshopx]

The Magicians - Chapter 3

BTS Fanfic Series

Genre: Fantasy Adventure, Romance (possible smut later), Comedy Rating: PG-13 Warnings: near death experience with water Pairing: OT7 x reader, Jungkook x reader Notes: magicians!bts au. Not idol!bts Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: I take zero credit for any of the photos used in these chapters. They are just for visual enhancement for the both of us.

Tagging: @justbangtanandjams @och-ako @trcvias

SERIES MASTERLIST

Jungkook was usually pretty good about waking up before everyone else; being the youngest and all. However, this morning proved to be an odd exception. The events of last night’s dinner must have worn him out more than he originally thought. Speaking of last night, his eyes shot open and he immediately looked over to the other side of the bed only to find that you were no longer there. But his panic didn’t last long as he shot up in bed only to notice you were simply sitting on the sofa that was positioned right in front of the fireplace.

You looked so small all curled up in on yourself as you sat there. Knees to your chest hugging yourself. The male couldn’t help but sigh as he noticed how miserable you looked. Of course, he couldn’t really blame you. He went through the same thing once upon a time. But how to approach you? Surly you were still upset over everything from last night. Clearing his throat, he watched you jump a bit as he spoke sheepishly,

“I can light the fire if you’re cold.”

“I’m good. Thanks, though.”

Well at least you didn’t bite his head off. That much alone was a plus for him. However, you did keep your response pretty short. Mentally sighing in....well....defeat? Annoyance? Sadness? He didn’t know, but all the same, Jungkook felt heavy as he climbed out of bed and padded into the bathroom to freshen up a bit. He felt gross for some odd reason. Perhaps a good, hot shower would help wash everything away.

Meanwhile, you remained sat there on the circular sofa in front of the cold fireplace. Brooding, stewing, and dare we say even pouting. This sucked. This sucked majorly. Here you were, stuck in a haunted house with a bunch of loonies who believe they’re magicians. Like actual magicians. Magic didn’t exist. It just didn’t. But you couldn’t explain the events from last night. If Jungkook didn’t use wires, electronics, or trick mirrors.....and magic wasn’t real......then how did he make all that stuff happen last night? It just made no sense.

But magic wasn’t real and that was that.

Soon after, Jungkook came out of the bathroom looking squeaky clean and feeling much better. Now dressed in what you would have personally called rags, he looked so......different. More boyish than when he was dressed all nice and sparkly and flashy for dinner last night. His hair wasn’t styled up either. It was quite flat and you noticed his bangs were parted straight down the middle, almost showcasing his forehead. Those sculpted eyebrows of his had you staring a bit.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m okay.”

“Do you want.....something to eat?”

“Nah I’m good. Not really hungry. But thank you though.”

Boy---Looks like your walls were incredibly as well as exceptionally strong and sturdy this morning. Should he have expected anything different? Probably not. But it still saddened him to see you so closed off. Even more now than before. Biting back the sigh of frustration and defeat, he tried speaking up one more time.

“Well the bathroom is all yours. I’m going to head down and grab a bite and then I’ll be back up.”

“Okay. Thanks. Have fun.”

Now he could finally pinpoint what was making his heart ten times more heavier. The lack of emotion in your voice and your responses. It was like you had just.....given up. As if you had accepted your fate of being stuck here with seven strangers who you probably thought were delusional and certifiably insane; claiming to be magicians and all. He had to admit, if the roles were switched, Jungkook would probably think he was crazy too.

“If you need anything, just come find me, okay?”

“Will do.”

Still not feeling right about leaving you in this room all by yourself, the young male reluctantly left and closed the door behind him. Just when he thought he might have been making some progress, you had to go and build those wall twice as high and twice as thick. Hardheaded feline, you were.

“Finally. Never thought he’d leave.”

When you were one hundred percent certain Jungkook was down the hall and out of earshot, you sprung into action. Not bothering to shower, you simply threw off the pajamas and changed into the outfit you had worn for dinner last night since it was the only thing you really had to choose from right now. The haunted house didn’t seem to be providing you with clothing like it did the guys but that was because there was no such things as real haunted houses.

Exiting the room carefully, you made sure Jungkook was truly nowhere to be found and gently closed the door behind you. This was it. This was your golden opportunity to get the hell out of here. You weren’t delusional and insane yet. Best to try and find the exit before you started to believe that you were a magician too. Magicians, what a bunch of nonsense.

Walking down the hall that you knew was the opposite direction of the kitchen and dining hall, you started to inspect as much of your surroundings as you could. Taking every small detail. Part of you wanted to just smash one of the windows but this weird, nagging feeling told you that wouldn’t be a very smart idea. Because surly these nut jobs of seven males would have tried that already......right?

It wasn’t that you had forgotten all of Jungkook’s own futile attempts that he had so kindly and selflessly shared with you two nights ago. It was just......there had to be a route he wasn’t taking. Wasn’t thinking of. There had to be a way out of here. And now the poor boy was so delusional that there was no way he was going to find it. So now it was up to her. The only sane person in this god forsaken building.

This place could certainly pull off for a haunted house. You were just waiting for some cheesy and corny looking ghost to come flying out from a corner or something. After walking down three more hallways and not finding a single exit sign or even a door for that matter, you were starting to get really really frustrated. Huffing in said frustration, you were finally given some kind of reward for all your walking when you finally, finally, came up on a door.

Shocked that you were actually able to open the door, you were a bit hesitant to walk in. However, pushing that fear of the unknown down where it couldn’t stop you, you pushed forward and entered the room. It was quite the sight, honestly. A sight that you didn’t quite know how to describe.

The first thing you noticed was that it was empty. However, you also noticed it was meant to be a bedroom of some kind. But it hadn’t always been used as a bedroom. No way. The room looked like an abandoned classroom for dancers. It really was quite creepy looking, in fact. Closing the door behind you, sounds of water dripping could be heard but you had no idea where it was coming from.

If it hadn’t been for all the furniture, it would have definitely looked more like what the room had originally been intended for. There was of course a bed, some dressers, what looked like a closet, but what you couldn’t tear your eyes away from was the umbrella resting in some kind of holster that was part of an elegant coat rack. That weird mechanical umbrella. Or at least that’s what you still firmly believed it was. Magic umbrella, pfft. Please. As if.

“Is my bedroom to your liking, cutie?”

A small scream had involuntarily fell past your lips as you quickly spung around only to lay eyes on the male known as Jimin. The guy with the creepy weird umbrella. So this was his room? The male could have been upset. Heck, he would have had every right to be. But instead, he was standing there smiling with a head full of damp hair; having just gotten out of the shower. Thankfully for your sake, he had already dressed before coming out of the bathroom. It would seem all their rooms had an en suite bathroom of some sort.

“Um.....I um.....thought this might have been an exit to the building. Sorry for intruding.”

The blonde male smiled warmly and gently shook his head while waving a hand in the same fashion as if to literally wave off your apology. You couldn’t help but noticed how.....nice he looked today. He looked dressy yet comfortable all at the same time. And that face. His eyes and lips, even his nose. Everything about him was really.....mesmerizing.

“Don’t worry about it, cutie. It’s only natural to be curious about the place. Especially having not been given a proper tour.”

Jimin then added with a sad and apologetic smile, “But I am sad to say, there are no exits that we know of yet. Otherwise, we would have been long gone by now.”

You refused to believe that. You would continue to refuse. Everything from the magic to the haunted house with no exits. It was all crazy and unrealistic. It was stuff that you only heard or seen in movies and this was not a movie. It was real life. Reality. The only state you lived in. But you wouldn’t tell him that.

“Well, I don’t want to keep you, so I’ll just be going.”

“Ani. Please stay. I’d like to talk and get to know you better. Jungkookie has hogged you all to himself for too long. If it’s not too bold to say.”

You didn’t know why, but your cheeks tried to warm up in a blush. Were you seriously blushing right now? No one was hogging you. That’s for sure. Or at least that’s what you were telling yourself. You were just.....you. That’s it. Not some toy that these boys were trying to hog all to themselves or some nonsense like that.

“Um.....I mean.....I guess I could.”

“Great! I’m just going to go grab a bite to eat and then I’ll be back. Make yourself comfortable, cutie! Would you like anything brought back?”

You were a bit taken by surprise at how he seemed to almost literally light up. A smile that was wide and even a little gummy, you watched as he literally skipped towards the door but still waited for a response from you. Snapping out of your surprised state, you shook your head and said softly, almost timidly,

“No thank you.”

“Alright. I shall return shortly!”

And then you were left alone. Alone again. And what was your first instinct? To get the heck out of here. As usual. However, upon looking around, you couldn’t help but find yourself curious about what all was in Jimin’s room. Was there a reason his room was an abandoned dance classroom? Subconsciously humming in thought, you found yourself heading further into the room and further away from the door.

Jimin’s room definitely wasn’t as cozy and homey like Jungkook’s was. But then again, you had recalled RM commenting on how the house liked Jungkook better. But were you actually going to believe that crap? Nope. Not one bit. Refocusing, your eyes landed on that cursed umbrella. Now was your chance. This was your golden opportunity to prove them all wrong and how you were right. It had to be mechanical. Just had to be.

Walking over with renewed determination and solidifying your resolve, you reached out straight for the handle of the umbrella only to get the shock of your life; quite literally. Feeling like you had just put your whole hand in a light socket and gotten electrocuted, you almost choked on your cry of pain and stumbled backwards only to fall on your bum with a soft “Oof!”

Okay. You’d rationalize that in a minute. Right now, you had to try and get your whole arm to stop tingling from the shock. But seriously, what the hell was that? You eyed the umbrella suspiciously with narrowed orbs. That wasn’t just your imagination. But yet you couldn’t explain what would have caused the electric shock. Unfortunately, you didn’t have a whole lot more time to think about it because you suddenly had bigger problems to deal with.

Water. You could hear it earlier but now it was getting increasingly louder. No longer a drip but more of a trickle. Heaving yourself off the floor and looking around, you realized it was coming from vents way up on walls. Did Jimin know he had a leak in his room? Walking slowly and approaching the leaking vents, you got another shock of your life when suddenly the same exact vents started gushing water; nearly tearing one of the hanging ceiling lights and it’s shade from it’s cord.

“Whoa!”

The word was shouted out into the room before you could stop yourself. Well this was a drastic turn of events, wasn’t it? Okay. You had to pull yourself together. The shock of everything could wait later. Right now you had to find a way out of here before you drowned. Looking around frantically and trying not to let the roaring of the waters derail you, you noticed the door and immediately bolted for it.

And wouldn’t it be your luck that it was locked? Okay. This was fine. Everything was fine. You were in complete control of the situation. Or at least that’s what you were trying to tell yourself. The water was filling the room fast, as one could imagine. Try as you might, you just couldn’t get the door to budge. Looking around, you tired to find something heavy and or sharp that you might be able to break the door either down or apart or both. You were certain Jimin would understand about the damage to the door later.

However, it seemed like not matter what object you threw at the door (quite literally) it didn’t phase the entryway one bit. You tried the smaller pieces of furniture and everything but not even a dent was put in that stupid door. The water by now was rising to your waist and you were starting to genuinely panic. If fighting your way out wasn’t going to work, then you did the next best thing you could think of....

“Help! Jimin! Jungkook! Someone! Anyone! Help! I’m trapped! There’s water!”

You tried pounding on the door but your fists were just too small and your body was too frail from poor nutrition over a long span of time. Curse your poor financial status and your ability to barely put food in your belly. Letting out a rough grown of frustration, you just kept trying. You shouted and yelled and hit the door as hard as you could; hoping and praying with every fiber of your being that either someone heard you or Jimin was on his way back.

After grabbing some lunch, Jungkook decided to head back to his room and see if he could convince you to eat something. It was more than obvious that you didn’t get good meals. Like ever. Now it wasn’t his business but if Namjoon was going to put Jungkook in charge of taking care of you and watching over you, then the youngest felt the need to know why you weren’t eating. Whatever the reason may be.

Upon entering his cozy room, he couldn’t help but notice you were nowhere to be found. Trying not to panic on impact, he briskly walked to the bathroom but you weren’t there either. Perhaps you had gotten curious and walked into the spare bedroom? Nope. Not there either. Okay. So you weren’t here, and you hadn’t crossed paths with him on the way back from the kitchens......so that meant......

“Curious feline.”

Heaving another heavy sigh, Jungkook closed his door and even locked it before going on in search of you. This place was like a sick twisted maze and it was hard to tell where you were by now. How the hell was he supposed to find you? What would be the quickest and easiest way? Racking his brain, he decided to just keep pushing forward. Maybe he’d think of something along the way.

Meanwhile, you had long given up on trying to break down the door. In fact, you didn’t have a snowball’s chance in Hades of getting to the door now. Why? Because you were floating above it. This room, this makeshift bedroom was still filling with water and you had a sinking suspicion it wasn’t going to stop any time soon. You were going to drown here. This was where you would die.

“Help! Somebody! Anybody! Help!”

Occasionally the water would rock and wave and catch in your open mouth as you called for help. Choking, you sputtered and tried to keep your head above water; literally. This was quite the situation to say the least. You supposed now was the best time than any other time to say your prayers and hope your next life would be more enjoyable than this one.

Crawling through one of the large ducts that he often used to watch over his older brothers, Jungkook froze when he suddenly heard rushing water. Briefly panicking thinking the water was coming straight for him, he realized the water was gushing through other ducts and not his. And then that’s when he heard it. Or rather, her. You.

“Help! Please! Jimin! Jungkook! Help me!”

Bloody hell. The sight before his eyes was surreal. There you were, trying to keep your head above the crashing waves as an entire room filled with water. What the hell happened? This was Jimin’s room so where was he??? And that was when Jungkook started trying to shout your name, hoping you’d hear him and know that he was here to try and help you. But he could tell the roaring of the waters were too loud and you couldn’t hear a thing.

You could have sworn you heard someone shouting your name but with the water rushing and splashing all around you, it could have easily been your imagination. The water was getting closer and closer to the ceiling as you were. It was only going to be a matter of time before you ran out of breathing room. This was it. It was all over. At least there would be no one to miss you. Maybe this was for the best. Maybe this was meant to be.

Meanwhile, Jimin had a bounce in his step as he was coming back from the kitchen with some food for you. He himself was munching on an apple. Sure you had claimed you didn’t want anything, but Jimin was no fool. Sweet and kind, but no fool. It was obvious you didn’t get enough nutrition in your diet. So he was going to make sure you did. It had been so long since he had interaction with a female so naturally he was just a little bit excited.

But as he grew closer to his room, he could see.....water? Water was running all over the floor and it was coming from.......under his door!?! Your name fell softly from his lips and suddenly the food in his hands didn’t matter. The basket of food and the half eaten apple now abandoned and scattered all over the soaked floor, Jimin started shouting your name as loud as he could while he raced for his bedroom door.

“What the hell?!?! Open up! Let me in! It’s my room!”

He wasn’t shouting at you. No. He knew better than that. He was shouting at the house itself. This was all the house’s fault. But why it was acting this way, he couldn’t quite explain just yet. That would be a mystery for another time. Right now he had to make sure you weren’t in there. Because if you were.......god he didn’t want to think about it. What if he was too late? Despite those dark thoughts, he didn’t give up.

Meanwhile, Jungkook was running all throughout the building shouting for the other’s help. His magic was good but he knew being the youngest, he wasn’t going to be able to handle this situation alone.

“Namjoon! Jin! Tae! Everyone! To Jimin’s room!”

Thankfully most of the boys had been either close by or were already heading in that general direction for most of them were able to hear their youngest magician. Namjoon used his special unique ability to teleport from one spot to another and was beside Jungkook in an instant. They were like a little herd or a pack of wolves as they rushed for the blonde’s bedroom.

During all this time, it was too late for you. All of your breathing room had ran out and you were trying to hold your breath for as long as you could. But why were you fighting it? Since when did you care if you died or not? What exactly did you have to live for? And that was when the boys’ smiles all flashed in front of closed eyes. Sure you had no idea who they really were but......they were the first souls to show you any kindness.

And then there was Jungkook. That stupid brat who thought he was so clever and smart. You had yet to prove him wrong. Perhaps that’s why you weren’t ready to die? But either way, your already weakened state and your crappy lungs just couldn’t hold up to the challenge. Not able to hold your breath any longer, your lips parted and your body soon began to fill up with water.

This was it. This was the end for you.

“Namjoon! Break it down!”

“If I do that, we’re all going to drown.”

“Someone do something! She’s dying in there! I can sense her aura fading!”

No one liked hearing the youngest’s statement. It was his natural gift to be able to sense auras and how strong or colorful they were. Jungkook’s heart was pounding in his ears as he could feel your unique aura fading more and more with every passing second. It was like watching a ticking time bomb about to reach zero. Where in this case you’d flat line and he may never get to see you again. Or hear your doubts. Or the way you’d call him ridiculous. Your cheeks would never be rosy in a blush anymore. All of these little things he’d noticed in these last two days upon meeting you. They’d all go away.

Time seemed to slow down as Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi all stood in front of the door. Being the oldest three in the group, they had been working with magic the longest and knew the most about it. It was like they knew exactly what to do as they all gave each other a knowing nod and with a force Jungkook had no idea existed within his hyungs, he watched along with the other youngsters as the water was quickly gushing out from under the water instead of just trickling.

As if the house really was taunting them, the door suddenly flew open off its hinges and the rest of the water came roaring out of the bedroom. Now officially soaked to the bone, the boys picked themselves off the floor and scrambled to get inside the blonde’s room. Their blood ran could and some grew pale as they saw your small, frail frame laying spread out on the floor.

Jungkook was the first one to shoot forward but was grabbed on either side by two of his hyungs. Tears were unknowingly pouring down his face as he could no longer see or feel your aura. You were gone. And it was all his fault. If he had just forced you to come to the kitchen with him like he had wanted to, then you’d still be alive. You’d still be here. This was all his fault. He could feel one of the males holding him as he just couldn’t support his own weight right now. It hurt too much.

You looked so blue and cold. You looked.....well.....dead. But that wasn’t going to stop Jimin from rushing forward. He was the only one out of all seven of them who knew CPR. Now one would think magic could surely bring you back to life. But the panic and fear and all other negative emotions were blocking most of their common sense and so Jimin just reacted on instincts and that was to give you CPR like a normal human would. Dang. He just got first dibs on kissing you and you weren’t even alive to enjoy it. How bittersweet.

While Namjoon and Taehyung held a sobbing Jungkook, the others stood there frozen with held breath as they watched the young blonde try to bring your little frail self back to life. Jimin knew the risks to giving CPR. There was always the possibility of breaking a rib. But he could only hope you wouldn’t mind that compared to living once again. He briefly noticed how chapped your lips were. You definitely needed to be put on a more nutritional diet. Once this was all over, he’d make sure you got the right foods and ate properly. Because he wasn’t about to let you slip away so easily.

And it was like the pause button had been released and everything was playing and picking up once more. Your small chest heaved and water nearly gushed out of your mouth as you coughed and sputtered. Your aura was weak but Jungkook could feel it once again and that was enough for him right now. For the moment. He’d make sure your aura was nurtured and cared for from here on out. He would make it his own personal mission. Finally breaking free from his hyungs, he rushed forward and fell onto his knees on your other side that Jimin wasn’t occupying.

“You stupid girl. Why didn’t you just come with me to the kitchens like I wanted you to?”

“Jungkookie.”

“What?!”

The youngest looked up from your form to stare at the blonde in annoyance only to see a small, shy smile on his face. After giving a small chuckle, possibly from immense relief, Jimin said softly and yet simply,

“I don’t think she can hear you.”

Suddenly looking down, the youngest realized his hyung was right. There you laid, with your small chest rising and falling; taking deep and even breaths as you rested. You looked so peaceful compared to how deathly you looked only moments ago.

Well this day didn’t go according to plan at all. For anyone involved.

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The contemporary OED listings 'couth' as a 'humorous' word, indicating cultured or improved, as well as a 'back formation from the word 'uncouth' significance crude, which by the 1500s had actually become a much more popularly made use of meaning of rude. This 'back formation' puts on the current definitions, not the word's beginnings. Initially, concerning 1300 years ago 'couth' implied acquainted or known. It was stemmed from the previous participle of the old English word cunnan, to recognize. An old version of uncouth, 'uncuth', indicating strange, remains in Beowulf, the substantial old English text of c. 725AD.

This definition seems to have assembled with the Celtic words 'Taob-righ' (' king's event'), 'tuath-righ' (' upholders of the king') and also 'tar-a-ri' (' come O king'). They started calling themselves 'Conservatives' in 1832, but the Tory name has actually remained to stick. toe the line - conform to regulations or policy, behave as needed - from early 1900s, first originating from armed forces use, pertaining to ceremony drill, where soldiers' foot positions were needed to straighten with a real or imaginery line on the ground. tit for tat - retaliation or revenge, an exchange insults or attacks - 'tit for tat' advanced from 'pointer for faucet', a center English expression for impact for blow, which additionally indicated a trade of verbal disrespects.

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These sayings, words and expressions beginnings and derivations illustrate the ever-changing complexity of language and communications, as well as are excellent free materials for word puzzles or tests, and team-building games. Cliches and expressions are noted alphabetically according to their key word, as an example, 'conserve your bacon' is provided under 'b' for bacon. Some expressions with 2 key words are detailed under each word. worth his salt - a valued participant of the team - salt has long been associated with a man's well worth, considering that it used to be a far more important commodity than currently.

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Hike is English from around 1800, whose origins oddly are unidentified prior to this. The alliterative top quality of the word hitchhike would definitely have motivated preferred usage. walking - raise or force up greatly - according to Chambers, hyke as well as heik first appeared in colloquial English c. 1809 significance walk or march strongly. The significance encompassed hitching up a pair of pants/trousers during the mid-late-1800s as well as was first taped in 1873. And also prolonging from the above, around 1904, hike was very first tape-recorded being made use of in the feeling of greatly increasing incomes or rates. The same usage is first videotaped in American English around 1930.

Tat evolved from faucet partially due to the alliteration with tit, yet additionally from the verbal disagreement facet, which made use of the influence of the Middle English 'tatelen' suggesting prattle, which likewise gave rise to tittle-tattle. ( eg 'suggestion and also run' still describes a bat and also ballgame when the gamer strikes the sphere and also runs, as in cricket). Tit for tat was certainly in use in the mid-late 16th century. Similar to great deals of these old expressions, their usage has been strengthened by comparable sounding international matchings, particularly from N.Europe, in this situation 'dit vor dat' in Dutch, and also 'tant put tant' in French. Skeat's 1882 dictionary of etymology referrals 'tit for tat' in 'Bullinger's Functions'.

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Actually much of this use is as a replacement for words rude, for instance in referring to crudity/rudeness/impoliteness as "not extremely couth", as well as similar variations. Alternative poetry vernacular are cream biscuits and lotion crackered, which triggered the expression 'creamed', suggesting worn down or defeated. a pet cat might search a king/a cat may consider a king/a feline might poke fun at a queen - modest people are qualified to have as well as to share point of views regarding allegedly 'premium' people. The various variations of this very old proverb are based on the first variation, which is initial referenced by John Heywood in his 1546 book, Adages. The beginning is unknown, but it remains an excellent instance of how efficient sayings can be in communicating fairly intricate definitions utilizing very couple of words. is normally that no-one is in fact over objection, or immune from enjoying jabbed at them by 'minimal' individuals for behaving wrongly, irrespective of their condition.

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The expression comes from as much back as Roman times when soldiers' pay was given in stipulations, including salt. The modern version possibly expanded from the one Maker referrals in 1870, 'real to his salt', suggesting 'faithful to his employer'. tories - political Traditional event and its members - the original tories were a band of Irish Catholic outlaws in Elizabethan times. more information of La-Lipo.co.uk crm derived from the Irish 'toruigh', from 'toruighim', meaning to rob suddenly.

on tenterhooks - very nervous with assumption - an allegory from the very early English cloth-making procedure where cloth would certainly be stretched or 'tentered' on hooks put in its seamed edges. ' Tentered' originates from the Latin 'tentus', implying extended, which is additionally the beginning of words 'tent', being made from stretched canvas. teetotal - avoiding alcohol - from the very early English practice for a 'T' to be added after the names of individuals who had actually vowed to stay away totally from alcohol. In a similar way, individuals that had signed the abstinence promise had the letters 'O.P.' (for 'Old Promise') included after their names. If any person knows anything concerning the abstaining promise from very early English times please inform me.

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Maker in 1870 recommends for 'tit for tat' the recommendation 'Heywood', which should be John Heywood, English playwright (not to be perplexed with one more English playwright Thomas Heywood ). According to James Rogers dictionary of quotes and mottos, John Heywood used the 'tit for tat' expression in 'The Spider as well as the Flie' 1556. thunderbolt - fictional strike from above, or a huge shock - this was old folklore and also astronomy's attempt to discuss a lightening strike, before the recognition of power. The original ancient expression was 'thunderstone' which originated from confusing rumbling and lightening with meteor strikes and shooting celebrities, as well as was later on superseded by 'thunderbolt' (' bolt' as in the short arrowhead fired from a cross bow). The word 'thunderbolt' provided surge directly to the much more current saying indicating a huge shock, 'bolt from the blue'.

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Finally, and maybe a lot more feasibly, double cross stems from an old significance of the word cross, to scam or take care of a competition, from the 1800s (the term obviously shows up in Thackeray's 'Vanity Fair', to define a set horse race). Double cross particularly explained the method of pre-arranging for a steed to lose, however after that reneging on the solution and enabling the horse to win. couth/uncouth - these words are extremely fascinating due to the fact that while words uncouth is in popular use, its positive and stemming contrary 'couth' is not popularly made use of. Many people assume it is no more a 'correct' word, or do not understand that words 'couth' ever before existed at all. In fact 'couth' is still a completely reputable word, although it's not been in usual English usage given that the 1700s, as well as was provided in the 1922 OED as a Scottish word.

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Neither 'the knees', neither 'big as a bees knee' show up in 1870 Brewer, which suggests that the expression expanded or ended up being preferred hereafter time. Based on Nigel Rees' well researched as well as trusted dating of 1923 for first tape-recorded use, it is likely that earliest real usage was possibly a few years prior to this. The money vernacular section has cash vernacular and word beginnings as well as definitions, and English money history. Mottos as well as expressions offer us several fantastic figures of speech and words in the English language, as they evolve by means of use and also mis-use alike. Numerous sayings as well as expressions - as well as words - have fascinating and unusual origins, and numerous preferred presumptions concerning meanings and derivations are mistaken.

It deserves keeping in mind that playing cards were a very significant aspect of home entertainment and amusement a couple of centuries ago prior to TELEVISION as well as computer systems. cake stroll, item of cake/takes the cake/takes the biscuit/takes the bun - simple task/wins - from the tradition of offering cakes as prizes in country competitions, and also most likely of US origin. Maker tells of the tradition in UNITED STATES slavery states when slaves or complimentary descendents would certainly walk in a procession in sets around a cake at a celebration or party, the most elegant set being awarded the cake as a prize. The variations of bun as well as biscuit probably reflect earlier significances of these words when they defined something closer to a cake. On which point, I am recommended that the American version expression 'triumphes' probably comes before the British variation of 'takes the biscuit'. Maybe, maybe not, since 'takes the biscuit' seems to have a British claim dating back to 1610 (see' takes the biscuit '). This all increases further interesting inquiries regarding the different and transforming definitions of words like biscuit and bun.

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Adding additionally to the significance of the cliché, black pets have have for centuries been fiendish as well as threatening symbols in the superstitious notions and also folklore of various cultures. have actually long been a metaphorical icon since they are icons every person can acknowledge, equally as we have lots of expressions consisting of in a similar way appealing icons like felines and pets.

he's/ she's a card - an uncommon or significant individual - opinions are divided on this set - almost certainly 'card' in this sense is based on based on playing cards - implying that an individual is a challenging one (' card') to play. Maker clarifies that the full expression in common use at the time (mid-late 1900s) was 'card of the house', implying a differentiated person. If the Shakespearian origin stands this significance perhaps mixed with and also was consequently additional popularised by the playing card allegory. Interestingly Brewer checklists several other now out-of-date expressions likening individuals and scenarios to cards.

Wilde maintained names of bad guys in a book, as well as alongside those that earned his protection by offering him with helpful details or paying sufficiently he noted a cross. When they stopped to be of use Wilde added a second cross to their names, and would certainly transform them in to the authorities for the bounty. Allegedly Wilde was eventually betrayed and mosted likely to the gallows himself. One more explanation is that it associates with the name of a British knowledge group in World War II, engaged in tricking German spies to flaw.

Biscuit in America is a different thing to biscuit in Britain, the latter being equivalent to the American 'cookie'. Bun to many individuals in England is a straightforward bread roll or cob, but has several older organizations to sweeter baked rolls as well as cakes. Early Scottish use the word cadet, later on caddie, was for an errand young boy.

The original definitions of couth/uncouth (' known/unknown and 'familiar/unfamiliar') changed over the next 500 years to make sure that by the 1500s couth/uncouth referred to courteous and well-mannered as well as crude as well as clumsy. At some stage in this procedure words ended up being much rarer in English. Their use was maintained in Scottish, which made it possible for the 'back development' of rude into usual English use today. Regretfully during the 1800s and 1900s couth lost its popularity, and its status as an 'main' word according to some dictionaries. Technically couth remains an appropriate word, suggesting cultured/refined, yet it is not utilized with excellent confidence or sentence for the reasons offered above.

brass neck/brass-neck/brass necked - daring or impudence/audacious, disrespectful, 'saucy' - brass neck and brass necked are combinations of 2 metaphorically used words, brass and neck, each independently implying impudence/impudent, audacity/audacious. As concerns brass, Maker 1870 listings 'brass' as implying impudence. Several of these definitions relate to brass being an affordable imitation of gold. A few of the meanings likewise associate with brass being an extremely hard and also resilient material. Phonetically there is likewise a similarity with brash, which has comparable definitions - rude, vulgarly self-assertive. At some stage throughout the 20th century brass as well as neck were incorporated to develop brass neck as well as brass necked. black canine - clinical depression or sullen state of mind - an expression extremely old beginnings; the cliché was made famous in recent times by Britain's WWII leader Sir Winston Churchill referring to his very own anxieties.

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I would love to see a fic where it's somewhere down the road where gooverly is gone and Wynonna apologizes to Nicole for being a dick and not believing her when she said something was wrong with Waverly. Maybe with someone Nicole being the one to actually save her gf.

Ok, very very sorry for it being so late, but it’s here finally! I have other fics I’m writing and I’m taking one of the prompts and I’m going to connect it to this one as a continuation! So enjoy and let me know if you liked it! 

Nicole attempts to not disturb the sleeping Waverly, who was curled up in her arms all too peacefully. The Earp homestead protests the silence with the creak in every gentle step Nicole takes. Waverly stirs ever so slightly, but it’s quickly put to rest with the soft hushes and reassurance of her girlfriend’s voice. It’s ok baby, it’s ok, go back to sleep. Wynonna trails behind the two as they journey to Waverly’s room, but allows enough space to observe Nicole tending to her baby sister. She leans on the doorframe, arms crossed and eyes fixed while Nicole places her sister on her bed so delicately as if she would break upon impact. On the edge of the bed, the redhead studies her for a minute and while doing so she holds Waverly’s frail hand and strokes it, hoping to bring warmth back to her pale shivering girlfriend. Her other hand becomes transfixed on her back, taking note of the same coldness she rubs circles and watches as her girlfriend melts into a calm safe sleep. She waits. Waits until her breathing slows and her muscles relax into the fragile massage. Nicole takes the corners of the bedspread and replaces herself with the new heat of the blanket. A couple more minutes roll by and Nicole finally decides to retreat her girlfriend so she can recover. She turns to leave and jumps slightly when she becomes aware that Wynonna has camped in the threshold, watching her care for her sister the duration of the time. Nicole cocks an eyebrow at the older sister and she mimicks the action simultaneously. Making her final steps through the door, Wynonna takes hold of the rusty door knob and slowly brings the threshold to a close.

 “Red, a word, downstairs,” Wynonna orders in a whisper.

 Nicole doesn’t argue and she follows the elder Earp whilst preparing for another talk about Waverly. Her head cranes downwards, filling herself with shame and guilt for not getting to Waverly sooner. I knew something was wrong the minute I told her she tasted differently. How am I ever going to be sheriff if I can’t even protect the girl that means the most to me? Wynonna leads her outside onto the frosted porch, “After you Haught,” Wynonna gestures as she holds the door out before closing themselves from the resting Waverly.

 “Wynonna, I, I, I just, I-”

 Noticing the stammer and shake in Nicole’s voice she interrupts: “Hold it right there Red, I know exactly what you are going to say and I’m not going to let you because you and I both know that I was wrong.”

 Nicole remains silent, listening intently, and Wynonna chuckles a bit, “Wow, that’s a first right?” she points to herself, “Who me? Yeah seems like Black Badge didn’t have Demon Sisters 101 if you know what I mean. You on the other hand, who taught you???”

 “Look I-,” Nicole tries to respond, but Wynonna interrupts yet again.

 “It was a joke Nicole. Oh my god at least you don’t have the same sense of humor as Champ. That dick would laugh at anything just because he wanted the attention”

 “Wynonna, what does that have to do with anything?” Nicole finally forces out when frustration finally overwhelms her patience when Champ is mentioned.

 “Ok ok ok, sorry got a little bit off topic, but I really mean this… so please just listen. What you said a few days ago… about changes in Waverly… I completely dismissed it because all I wanted to do was protect her. I guess I convinced myself that you were the girl version of Champ and I didn’t think you were good enough for her. But something was really wrong and it literally could have cost us the girl that means the most to us,” Wynonna sighs and diverts her vision from making eye contact with Nicole, “Look, if it wasn’t for you, I don’t think she would be safe inside right now. And I read you wrong… Waverly is so lucky to have you and you care so much about her. That’s all I can really ask for right? Her happiness and protection intrusted with her girlfriend.”

 Nicole stands still a moment and takes it all in what Wynonna just confessed to her. It feels surreal and she knows that this was the first step in making their relationship with her stronger.

 “Thanks Wynonna. I know we started off kind of rocky, but after working together to save Waverly, I think we will make a good team in the future,” bringing her voice to a whisper, “Wynonna, I love her and I want to protect her. I got her to be herself and helped her start living life the way she should. If I didn’t step in, that idiot would still be dating her. I will be by her side as long as she wants me.”

 The Earp raises her eyebrows and rolls her eyes, “Wow Red, you sound just like Waverly when she’s gushing about you. You don’t have to justify yourself. We’re good. I trust you. Now get your top shelf butt upstairs and tell Waverly what you just told me before I have a reason to kick you out.”

 Abruptly, by Wynonna’s surprise, Nicole squeezes her in a tight hug and let’s go quickly.

 “I won’t let you down Earp,” and before Wynonna can grumble about the act of affection, the redhead is taking two stairs at a time to Waverly’s safe haven.

 Nicole composes herself before entering the bare desolate room. She braces herself to see the weakness in Waverly, but instead the color that was stolen from Waverly’s beautifully sculpted face has returned now. Nicole kneels down slowly next to her girl and listens to the even relaxed breathing coming in and out of her nostrils.

 I love her, I love her, I love her.

She stays with her and she holds her hands a little tighter with the thought of being with the woman of her dreams.