#and omg ive only put in half the links cause damn

[sweet-teeth-mfs]

How should I learn all of the NCT's names? And what should I learn to be in the fandom? I really want to but get confused all of the time

When I’m finding it difficult to remember who’s who in a band I try and attach one or two facts/memories/thoughts to a member, so each has a specific place in my mind, so for NCT 127:

D is for Doyoung

Things I remember about Doyoung:

Sexy af

player af

king of my heart my god i love doyoung so muccccch!!!!

voice of an angel

mad fan service skills

✌🏻

no boyfriends like doyoung!

doyoungs moving castle

his X move !!! his goddamn x move !!!! please stop with the x move you prick!!!

Did us proud on King of Masked Singer havana dance in my lap you jerk

H is for Haechan

Things I remember about Haechan

our baby full sun 🍼☀️

sweet and caring when allowed to be 

also the devil incarnate

like, school of baekhyun & key levels of evil

ridiculously talented (like, even in maknae only standings, hae is insane)

too smart for his own good

sassy af

that scarf

hopping out casket fresh

looking like a fashion show

has only just (like this fucking week) matured in appearance and all us NCT noonas are DISTRAUGHT!!!! BRING BACK OUR BABY

J is for Jungwoo

Things I remember about Jungwoo

My precious baby and only child 🙏🏻

Sweet voice

Cute choreo

No not the Superhuman hair thank you

also Taemin’s clone/child

Dressed as Rose / lowkey romanced his entire band

NCT Recording Diaries 🥺

Soft for everyone

J is also for Jaehyun

Things I remember about Jaehyun

definitely not @feedmeramyun​‘s nct 127 bias

the full and complete execution of sm’s decades-long prince line experiment™️

…as in he was made in a lab!!!

knows his worth

…as in, he’s a show off

walks with cheese

the GOD DAMN GLOVES 

the biggest baby daddy dom in nct 127

J is also for Johnny Seo

Things I remember about Johnny

our resident hot jock boy

tall af

sometimes thick af (in both senses)

one slick thrust

loves to laugh

perpetually making this face: 🤔

he was a skater boy

SUPERHUMAN MV SUPERHUMAN MV OH GOD TALK ABOUT EDIES WORST NIGHTMARE

M is for Mark Lee

Things I remember about Mark Lee:

…

DANGER!!!

DANGER EDIE DANGER!!!!

MOTHER FUCKING DANGER BACK THE FUCK UP BITCH!!!

…

…also

Baby Lay Zhang in the making.

T is for Taeyong

Things I remember about Taeyong:

Unreal!Sexy

my soft boi 🍦

mad starcraft skills

UNAPOLOGETICALLY TAEYONG

sparkly chair dance

bedtime vlives

white t shirt aesthetic

suited prince in bed

soft for doyoung

put him in soft hair and dance with him down the pier ✨

T is also for Taeil

Things I remember about Taeil

lowkey sexy as fuck daddy in the making / school of suho vocal line

voice of a god

those high notes??

dropped out for nct 👏🏻

butch lesbian realness

zodiac prince

underrated in all senses

cheerleader

W is for WinWin

Things I remember about Winwin

Never gets enough time

Never gets enough lines

did an AMAZING dance with Ten

THE GODDAMN DRONE SHOT IN TAKE OFF

THE GODDAMN PLANE SHOT IN REGULAR

THIS MAN SERVES 150% OF THE TIME GODDAMN

Never gets enough time

Never gets enough lines

Y is for Yuta

Things I remember about Yuta

Our Japanese flower 🌸

Feminist!Yuta

THE GOTHIC!!!

Those eyes

So soft for everyone

That goddamn transformer move in Regular

That goddamn breakdown in Superhuman

His goddamn hair at any and all times

Hope that helps!!! 

Ask me Anything!

PS. Also you don’t need to learn anything to be in the fandom! Have a listen! Have a watch! Try and learn their names and pick a bias! Congrats! You’re a fan! 

[wigglywormy]

Kiribaku | Stupid Jeans [submission]

Just a quick Kiribaku tickle drabble because I’ll probably die when the scene where Bakugou laughs for the first time ever gets animated. It’s SFW so don’t worry! Lots of cursing though lmao. (Worm, you’re the super bestest tickle blogger I’ve ever met and you’re making my BNHA tickle fantasies come to life every day so thank you for that. I’ve been following your blog for like?? A year now? I keep deleting my blogs but I always read up on your posts whenever I have the chance. Also your writing really really inspires me!! I love you lots okay!!)

worm’s notes: AHHH DUDE THANK U SO MUCH FOR SUBMITTING THIS TO ME!!! it’s super cute holy shit ive reread it like 4 times i love it!!!!!!!! <333 if you ever write any more tickle fics please dont be afraid to submit ‘em to me, or link them to me if u post it! :D (and thank you omg, im so glad my writing can inspire you!)

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Stupid. Fucking. Jeans.

Bakugou stood in the middle of his dorm room, trying to pry off the skin-tight jeans that his pro-hero teacher forced him into the other day. He couldn’t get them off yesterday, so he gave up and just slept in them. But now the circulation was being cut off from his ankles, and he hated the feeling of the belt pressing against his middle. It pinched whenever he bent over or tried to move his legs at all, really. It made using his quirk far too difficult. He needed to get these things off. Frustrated, he growled as he tugged at the pant legs, which were seemingly stuck around his brawny thighs. He went from frustrated to infuriated, throwing his head back in anguish. 

“FUCK THIS!!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, stomping furiously into the floorboards. Alas, the pants felt like they were growing tighter. He couldn’t stand it. A wavering aura of sadism washed over his expression.

“I’ll burn these fuckers off before I even try to pull them off. I’m never wearing these again.” He grumbled angrily to himself, small pops of explosions crackling in the palms of his hands. Just when he was about to explode his actual leg off, there was a knock at his door.

“Get lost.” He barked, realizing how ridiculous he looked. Hunched over, with pants half-way down his legs, one hand sizzling in preparation for attack.  Of course, that was his usual way of greeting people at the door, so whomever it was, ignored his warning and walked in anyway. A bit to his relief, it was just Kirishima. 

“What are you yelling about now? I heard you all the way at the end of the hallway.” The red-haired boy said, kicking off his shoes and shutting the door behind him. Before Bakugou could reply, Kirishima caught sight of the other. The two had just started dating; probably a few months ago. Bakugou was used to him seeing him undressed, but this time, it was slightly more embarrassing. “Wh-?” Kirishima began to ask, before immediately bursting into a fit of rowdy laughter. He doubled over, howling. 

“What the heck?! You- You look so-!” He gasped for air between each bellow of laughter, causing his knees to grow weak. He leaned against the wall, clutching his stomach. “I can’t breathe!” 

Bakugou erupted into anger. Nothing pissed him off more than the sound of someone laughing at him. “Shut up!” He hissed. “Make yourself useful and help me get these things off.”

He struggled once more, beginning to rip at the seams desperately.  Catching his breath, Kirishima swiped a tear away from his eye. “Sure, sure. Just calm down, will ya?”

“I’M COMPLETELY CALM.” Bakugou screeched, his palms crackling a bit louder. Kirishima shielded his face, frowning slightly. 

“No, you’re not. Just relax. We’ll get these off of you, okay?”

Bakugou actually began to take a deep breath, before huffing it out exasperatingly. “Fine. Hurry up.” He looked back at the door. “And lock that door. If anyone sees this, I’ll have to murder them. And then murder you.”

Kirishima laughed at his feisty boyfriend, ensuring the door was locked before strolling back over to him, pointing to the bed. 

“Lay down. It’ll be easier if your legs aren’t bent or holding your weight up.” Grunting, Bakugou obliged. Kirishima took a hold of the jeans, more towards his lower calf, tugging with all of his might. But Bakugou came with him. He gripped the sheets to keep from sliding off of the mattress, grunting again. Kirishima expected him to start cursing him out, but it seemed he was actually willing to work together on this. Bakugou pulled his leg back, trying to at least slide his heel through the tight hole, but it didn’t work. He threw his head back into the pillow, huffing. 

“DAMMIT!” He punched the mattress. “I’M GONNA DESTROYYYY THESE JEANS!” His palms began to flare up, but his boyfriend took his hand gently. “Breathe, Katsuki. We got this.”

Bakugou took another shaky breath. It was rare Kirishima used his first name, but it at least proved to him that he was trying to be serious, despite how absurd the scene looked.

“Lets try again.” Bakugou muttered, guiding Kirishima’s hand to the top of the pants, which were still scrunched around his thighs. Kirishima blushed, looking away sheepishly. It’s not like he hasn’t been this close to him before; it just still made him nervous.

“O-Okay.” He hooked his fingers into the belt loops, tugging at them yet again.  “Pull harder!” Bakugou ordered, leaning back more, trying to slip his legs out the opposide direction. Kirishima put more oomph into it, but the belt loop snapped, and Kirishima stumbled back a little bit. Bakugou huffed again, sitting upright.  “Get the scissors.” He rasped through clenched teeth, digging his fingernails into the palms of his hands.

Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck. “Are you sure? I think Best Jeanist will be angry if he finds out you cut up his jeans.”

“Whatever. He can just make more.” Bakugou grumbled. “Like I care, anyway.” He glowered at the floor, hissing under his breath, “Why did it have to be skinny jeans?”

“Why don’t you try wiggling out of them?” Kirishima said suddenly, his face lighting up.

“I’ve tried everything!” Bakugou barked. “They’re not budging. I’m done with this shit.

“Wiggle more, then!”

“What?”

“C’mon, wiggle, like this,” Kirishima did a ridiculous jig with his legs. Bakugou only glared, his eyebrow twitching slightly. Kirishima sighed, placing his hands on his hips.

“I’ll help you.” He said, a teasing smirk lingering on his face. He reached down and pinched Bakugou’s hip. The blonde jerked back, his breath hitching in his throat. “Don’t.” He snarled, one hand gripping Kirishima’s wrist firmly. 

“Don’t what?” Kirishima grinned, pinching his hip again with his free hand. “Don’t tell me you’re ticklish.” 

A pause. “I’m not.” 

Kirishima only laughed. “You are! That’s perfect. That’ll get you out of these jeans in no time.” 

Bakugou scoffed, smoke seeping from his palms. “I will melt you into a puddle, Kirishima. Don’t fucking touch me.” 

“Too late!” Kirishima cooed, activating his hardening quirk, but leaving his hands soft, as he began to dig into Bakugou’s side. The blonde yelped, trying to kick him away, but with his legs stuck in those stupid jeans, he could hardly move. The ticklish sensation shot throughout his sides, and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best not to smile or laugh at all. He bit the inside of his cheek, tasting blood in a matter of seconds. 

“G-Get off of me!” He hollered, a grin tugging at his lips. Kirishima tickled up his sides, crawling underneath Bakugou’s arms. Bakugou snickered, trembling slightly. 

“But you have to wiggle, Katsuki. It’s the only way to get these jeans off!”  His damn teasing voice caused Bakugou’s face to turn red, a full smile on his face at this rate. 

“Stop-” He snickered again, “Not there-” Those last words were almost whispered, before he started cackling. “S-STOP!”

“But it’s working!” Kirishima pushed his boyfriend back onto the bed, drilling his thumbs into the hollows of Bakugou’s hips. The poor blonde began to laugh helplessly, still pushing at Kirishima’s shoulders. His body was much heavier while hardened, making it challenging to force him away. Bakugou was beyond pissed off, though you couldn’t tell with him laughing as hard as he was. 

“I-I’m gonna k-kill you-!” Bakugou choked between laughs, kicking his legs again. To his surprise, he felt the jeans begin to slip off a little. He couldn’t believe this was working. 

“Your laugh is so cute, Katsuki. Why don’t you laugh more? It’ll help with your anger issues, I’m sure.”

“SHUT! UP!” Bakugou bellowed, his hands crackling as he shoved Kirishima’s shoulders again, without much avail. Kirishima scratched at Bakugou’s stomach as he watched the other struggle with amusement. “You’re ticklish everywhere, aren’t you?” 

Bakugou couldn’t even bring himself to retort. He curled his legs up into his chest, heaving with laughter. His laugh was raspy and loud, occasionally transitioning to a high-pitched chortle. Each helpless giggle squeezed Kirishima’s heart, but it only made him want to tickle him longer. Even if the jeans slide off, he wanted to hear his laugh until the end of time. As the two rolled and struggled, the jeans slid off a little more, inch by inch, until one leg finally popped free.

“Hey, look!” Kirishima beamed, but continued to tickle his boyfriend under his arms again. “It’s working!”

Bakugou pressed his foot against Kirishima’s hardened hip, thrusting as hard as he could. 

“I SAID STOP-!” He howled, melting into a pile of giggles for a split second, before returning to his regular, explosion-ridden fury. “K-KIRISHIMA!”  Kirishima laughed along with him. “I like your red underwear, by the way. Remind you of anyone?”

That was it. 

Bakugou sent a small blast into the air, scorching one of their posters right off of the wall. “CUT IT OUT! I CAN’T FUCKING BREATHE!”

Kirishima finally backed off, his hands in the air pensively. “Holy shit, babe.” He breathed, hoping the wall hadn’t caught on fire. Luckily, the only thing harmed was a bit of paint on the wall. And, well, his All Might poster, which was now smithereens on the carpet. “We’re gonna get in trouble for that.”

Bakugou shot up, still out of breath. “You’re the one tickling me, asshole!” Kirishima smiled. “Yeah, tell that to Mr. Aizawa when he inevitably asks about the commotion.” 

“I will!”

“You will not.”

“I WILL TOO, KIRISHIMA. SHUT THE FUCK UP.”

“So you’re gonna openly admit being ticklish to our teacher? Who will definitely add that to your hero database? Then everyone will know your secret weakness?”

Bakugou pressed the palms of his hands into his face, shouting into them.  “GET. OUT.” 

“Nah.” Kirishima brushed off some of the burned poster off his leg, yanking the other pant leg off of Bakugou. He tossed the jeans into the trash can, leaning back on the bed. 

“You’re welcome.” Kirishima chuckled, patting Bakugou’s leg. The blonde had finally calmed down, and was laying back on the mattress as well, his eyes closed. 

“I hate you. I hope you know that. I’m going to kill you in your sleep tonight.” He draped his arm across his face, before smiling just a tiny bit. 

“I love you too, Katsuki.” Kirishima replied after a moment. He curled up beneath Bakugou’s arm, humming contently. The two lay in silence for the rest of the evening, not even paying attention to the knocks at the door from neighboring dorm mates, wondering what the explosion and yelling was about. Bakugou was actually calm for once, but would never admit the reason being from releasing his stress through laughter. But at least the torment was over for now, and that’s all that mattered to him. Just as much as the boy under his arm mattered to him. 

[Thank you again for letting me submit this!! I hope you like it!!]