#i am going to fucking squeeze him until he explodes im so serious

[capaimagines]

im changkyun - i’ll always be there

Pairing: Im Changkyun x Reader | Genre: angst & fluff | Warnings: anxiety/panic attack, mentions of depression, self-depreciating thoughts, mild self-harm (unintentional) | WC: 2.0k

Request: Hi loves! Can I please request a changkyun fic where the reader suffers from serious anxiety and depression and she tries really hard for him to go out and she does but breaks down and has a panic attack and he doesn't know what to do because he is unaware of her condition

Changkyun knew that you were more of homebody. He’d known that since you were kids. The two of you had been friends since you were little. Your mom’s were best friends which meant most of his weekends were spent being dragged to yours to play while your mom’s chatted and did their thing.

Changkyun was always more adventurous than you, he enjoyed exploring and meeting new people. You could never understand how two people who were polar opposites could get along but it worked for you two. However, Changkyun wasn’t aware of just how bad your anxiety about going out was, or more importantly, how low you have been feeling recently.

He knew you really struggled with your emotions and he always did his best to pick you up and be there for you. When you had been offered the perfect job; working from home and only having to go into the office for large meetings every so often, you were ecstatic. Though that meant you had to move to the city. You were ready to turn the opportunity down until Changkyun, like he always did, came to be your knight in shining armor.

So the two of you moved out and lived together. You felt guilty for taking him away from all his friends and family, but he always assured you over and over again that he was fine and this was a new adventure for him also.  He did well living in the city, he was able to land a job as producer for a large company and while there were nights where he didn’t come home, he truly seemed to be enjoying himself.

However, you were struggling. A terrible downside of being too nervous to leave the comfort of your apartment always led to your depression coming back. You would manage small walks here and there to try and get out and soak in the sun, but you would quickly return home mid panic attack.

Changkyun wasn’t too aware of all this. He had been working later and later recently and he had barely been home all week. You were spiraling into the black abyss and you couldn’t pull yourself out. You could at least manage to shower and seem normal when Changkyun was home, but the moment he left, you were stuck alone with your thoughts.

Your head was constantly telling you that no one would want you as a friend. That Changkyun was just taking pity on you, he was tired of you or you were too plain, too boring. You deserved to be alone and you were starting to believe that was your destiny. To be alone with no one around. To live in the dark hole for the rest of your life.

You snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of your phone ringing. You couldn’t even muster up the energy to smile at Changkyun’s name.  

“Y/N?” You hadn’t even realized you picked it up.  

“O-oh. Changkyun-ah,” If he noticed how tired you sounded he didn’t say anything.  

“Hey, my friends would really like to meet you. We’re supposed to be getting dinner in a few hours and they asked me to invite you. Can you come? Please? It’d be nice to get you out of the apartment and I promise you it will be fun!” Inwardly you were already starting to panic. Saying no to Changkyun was something you always had trouble with.

“Okay,” You mustered out and Changkyun promised to pick you up in a few hours. You shakily stood on your legs and gave yourself a cold shower. You had hoped it would knock the anxiety bubbling up but it didn’t. You didn’t know how you were going to make it through a meal with strangers, but you didn’t want to embarrass Changkyun either.

You already embarrass him.

His friends are going to think you’re weird.

You don’t deserve a friend like Changkyun.

You sighed, shaking your head. You had to do this for him, he never asked you for much. This wasn’t anything big. He simply just wanted you to meet his friends. Two hours later you were sitting on the couch in the best clothes you owned, leg bouncing up at down. You were squeezing your hands together in hopes to quell the anxiety. Though It was no use.

The minute Changkyun walked in and called your name you felt your heart rate spike. You didn’t know if you could do this, but there your best friend stood, in his skinny jeans and t-shirt with a large smile on his face. You couldn’t let him down. You always let him down.  

“You okay?” He questioned which you blinked at him and offered what you hoped was a happy smile and nodded slightly.  

“Y-yeah. I’m fine. Let’s go!”

You hooked your arm in his and he smiled brightly down at you before leading you to the car. The whole way to the restaurant Changkyun was talking about something that you didn’t catch a word of. Your eyes were trained on the windshield, heart pounding in your chest. You felt warm, too warm. You felt lightheaded and like you couldn’t breathe.  

“P-pull over,” You stuttered

“What?” Changkyun asked confusedly.

“Changkyun, please,” You pleaded, “ I-I need you to pull over.”

You felt like you were going to vomit. It felt all too small and crowded in the car. There wasn’t enough air. Changkyun pulled over, worried. Encasing his features as you stumbled out of the car as you leaned against the brick wall of whatever building was in front of you. Your breathing was erratic, the cold air was doing nothing to quell what felt like fire on your skin. You were dizzy, the world was spinning.

You slid down, placing your back against the cool bricks and trying to control your breathing, trying to feel anything but the pins and needles in your fingertips. Your legs felt numb. There were too many people walking around, too many people staring at you. You started gasping for air, fingernails digging into your forearm. You didn’t feel the sting when they broke the skin.

“Y/N! Hey! Y/N!” You knew that was Changkyun’s voice, but it sounded so panicked. He sounded scared, worried. You could feel a warmth grab your hands and you looked down trying to find the source. Changkyun was holding your hands in his, pulling them away from your arm. You noticed the little specks of blood on your forearm. When did that happen?

“Y/N!” Changkyun raised his voice slightly, “I need you to look at me!” You felt his calloused hands roughly grab at your chin and through your gazed look you could make out Changkyun’s worried orbs.

“C-Changkyun?” You stuttered weakly. It felt a little easier to breathe.  

“It’s me honey. L-let’s get you home, okay? ”You somehow managed to nod and he pulled you up as you leaned all your weight against him. You were mentally and physically drained.

He sat you in the car and ran around, turning back towards your home. He didn’t say anything, but you could hear how his fingers were drumming on the steering wheel. You felt guilty. Extremely guilty. All he wanted from you was to have one meal with his friends and you couldn’t even make it there. You don’t deserve him. You hold him back from so much. He left everything for you and you can’t even go out for a meal with him.

You let your thoughts take over, falling deeper and deeper into the darkness clouding you. You hadn’t even noticed you were back at your apartment building until Changkyun lightly grabbed your arm. His eyes scanned yours for what felt like hours but was only a few seconds. He was trying to find answers, trying to understand what had just happened.

You shakily followed him back into your apartment and went straight to your room. You collapsed on your bed, curling into the fetal position with a plushy he had won you at some stupid carnival when you were teenagers in between you. You let the tears fall, hating yourself for how pathetic you had become.  Your thoughts were right. Changkyun would be much better off without you.

You hadn’t heard him walk in or feel him sit down on the bed next to your feet. He was watching you, observing you. When had the circles under your eyes become so big and dark? Why did it look like you had lost more weight? Had he been so busy he didn’t even notice how bad his best friend was hurting? How much you needed him?

“Y/N,” He murmured and your breath hitched. You sat up, throwing your arms around his neck and sobbing into his shoulder.  

“I’m so s-s-sorry, Kyun. I’m so s-sorry! I-I can’t do anything! I can’t e-even go out f-f-for a proper meal w-with you! I’m such a waste of a human!” His eyes were wide as you blabbered on about how you were a terrible person and friend.

How you sobbed about how sorry you were for holding him back, for making him feel like he needs to stay here with you. He pulled you away from his shoulder, tears and snot running down your face as he just stared at you. You continued to sob and he gently started wiping tears away and cleaning your nose with the tissues by your bed.  

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice was low and you were surprised you heard it over your cries.

“There was nothing to tell. I’m fine. I’ll be fine. You should go meet your friends,” Whatever emotions that had just exploded out of you were now gone. Now you just sounded empty, felt empty. You were tired and you just wanted to sleep. You pulled away from his grasp and laid down, staring at the wall in front of you.  

“Are you fucking joking me?” He replied back harshly.

You winced a little at his harsh tone. You’d only seen him angry a handful of times but it was never directed at you, “You think I’m just going to go see my friends when you’re feeling like this? Are you stupid?” He was kneeling in front of you now, in your line of vision. You couldn’t say anything. You were too tired now.

“You’re my best fucking friend, L/N Y/N. I am not leaving you. I’m here. I’m always here,” His voice was low again, but desperate. He needed you to know that he was there for you, always. That you are one of the most important people in his life, if not, the most important, “You do not hold me back. You aren’t a shitty friend.”

He made sure you were listening to him, hearing him.

“You’re one of the best people in my life. You always have been. You make me laugh. You always make sure there’s food waiting for me whether I come home or not. You do my laundry because you know that I’ll shrink it. You text me every day and scold me to eat and drink water. You have food delivered to my studio,” He continued to ramble.

You felt a new wave of tears sting your eyes, “You,” He grabbed your hand with one of his and squeezed it tight, “You are my person. My best friend. I am always here. When you’re sad, when you’re mad, when you feel nothing. I’m here. I’ll always be here Y/N,” You squeezed his hand back with as much strength as you could muster. He smiled. He knew you were too tired to speak but he knew you heard him.

“Now scooch over. We’re watching your favorite movie, I’ll order us some takeout and we’re going to cuddle until I see a genuine smile on your face, dammit,” You let out a small chuckle and moved over. He smiled weakly down at you before crawling next to you and pulling your head to his chest. This was your best friend. This was your person. You couldn’t let yourself doubt that, ever.

“I’ll always be there,” He murmured as you closed your eyes.

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requested- The younghoon fic made me explode x.x can i request something similar for nct haechan? Where he gets jealous when his s/o gets really touchy and close with mark and when he reached his limits, he marks her his by putting hickeys all over her which made the dreamies tease them about and y/n is so embarrassed but haechan couldn't care less.

genre: slight angst, slightly suggestive

pairing: haechan x fem!reader

warnings: just marking

a/n: I literally love haechan😚

It was game night at the dreamies dorm. They all wanted some time to relax and as haechans partner they decided to invite you as well. when you arrived at the dorms they already had some games prepared with the first being table tennis. The teams were chenle and jisung, jeno and jaemin, haechan and renjun, mark and you.

"excuse me. Why am i not partnered up with y/n?? she's my girlfriend not marks " haechan started to whine. "it's just a game hyuck, it's not a big deal. Now lets start" renjun countered which made haechan give him a dirty look before getting on his side of the table. They are going against chenle and jisungs team but while they were getting set up you were talking with mark.

“So heachan gets jealous easily huh?” Mark questioned. “Im not sure... Why do you ask?” You said furrowing your eyebrows.

“Because he’s looking at me as if he wants to kill me” he said glaring back at an angry haechan. “Hmmm he’ll get over it” you laughed.

The boys started their game while you and mark watched funny videos online. A video happened to show up of when jungwoo fell on the ice and you both couldn’t stop laughing.

It was just so funny!! The way that he fell made you hold on to mark for support of else you would have toppled over. “Oh my god y/n you’re going to make us fall over!!” He screeched as his legs almost gave out from laughing. Mark had to wrap his arms around your hips to keep you steady.

All of the sudden you felt a harsh tug your shoulder making you fall out of marks grasp. You turned your head quickly to see what was happening. “ haechan?? What are you doing” you said as he protectively wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close so that your back was against his chest. “What were YOU guys doing?! Whats so funny that you have to grab onto mark like that hm??” He stated as he glared into marks eyes.

“Haechan it was just a funny video, it wasn’t that serious-�� mark tried to reason with him but haechan decided to lift you up onto his shoulder and take you to his room. “Haechan!!! What the hell are you doing the members were watching us!!” You whisper-yelled at him as he finally made it to his room.

He slammed the door shut and pushed you onto the bed hard causing you to bounce as you landed on top of his soft bed sheets. “Y/n are you dating mark??” He questioned as he stood before you. “Hyuck- no what are you talking about it?” You replied about to stand up until he pushed you to lay down by placing his hand around your neck. He layed on top of you hand still wrapped gently around your throat. “Who do you belong to then?” He said seriously.“Belong to? I don’t belong to anyone first of al-“ He squeezed your neck daring you to continue.” Ill ask again who do you belong to?”

“I- i belong to you” his sudden dominance making you stutter. “Thats right” he said smugly “but let me remind you. You seemed to have troubles remembering that.” He finished as he started to leave small lingering kisses on your jawline.

Those small kisses turned into bites as he moved his way to your neck and started to suck. He did this so hard that it was beginning to hurt.” Haechan” you moaned. “That- it hurts” you then bit your lip trying to be quiet as you didnt want the other dreamies to hear.

“Good. I want it to hurt.” He mumbled into your neck before maneuvering his way to the other side of your neck, starting to suck again leaving big dark hickeys. As he was doing this he started to rub the upper part of your thighs causing you to squirm.

He suddenly pulled away and took a good look at you before standing up leaving you confused. “ perfect” he said while smirking. “What? You didn’t expect me to fuck you did you??” He started to lightly chuckle as he pulled you up by your hand.” Now y/n that would be too much of a reward for you wouldn’t it?”

He didnt give you time to respond before he pulled you out of the room leading you two back to the dreamies who were now in the living room playing video games. At the sound of you guys entering, they all turned to look at you. chenle and jisung quickly averted their eyes with a faint blush tainting their cheeks. While the older members had their mouths drop.

Haechan tightened his grip around your waist so you couldn’t leave from the embarrassment. “Y- y/n? You’re neck... are you like okay??” Mark asked not really being able to get the words out. “Damn. it looks like you were murdered” renjun laughed which eased up the tension for everyone else but you.

“Mmm it does look like that doesn’t it? Well at least now she knows who she belongs to.” He stated aloud with a smile on his face. You continued to stare at the ground in shame as he brought you even closer to him and whispered ” right baby?” You didn’t hesitate to nod causing him to smile brightly and bring you to the couch to finish game night. It turns out he does get jealous easily.

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i always want to be on your side

request? yes (@minakoo1)

pairing: boyfriend!hyunjin x reader

t/w: cursing

genre: angst + fluffy ending

word count: 2k

a/n: i absolutely adored writing this! this was a recent request but i just had to write it now. im a sucker for hyunjin afterall.

summary: Your first real fight in your six years of relationship and you both lost control over your words. You confront each other, exchanging statements more painful than the next. It wasn’t until somebody breaks that the both of you realized the impact of your harsh words towards each other. 

“Can you not see, y/n? He was fucking flirting with you!” Hyunjin screamed, his veins visible as his voice echoed in your dark living room apartment. 

“He wasn’t, Hyunjin. You’re exceptionally delusional today.” You fought back, frustration growing over you. 

It wasn’t always this way. This was the first time there was ever a misunderstanding between the two of you. You both had never been in this situation causing you two to lose control over the words you exchanged with one another.  

What happened anyway?

The day before, you had notified Hyunjin about a work dinner you were invited to. As being the only female in your team, Hyunjin’s concerns grew, worried that something bad would happen to you. You tried to reassure him, explaining that your coworkers never saw you that way but Hyunjin didn’t buy it. He was the only guy he trusts being around you alone and of course, you being alone with six other men not only pissed him off but was highly jealous as well. 

“Hyunjin, do you not trust me?” You stare into his eyes, hoping it would ease his worries. You weren’t used to him being so tensed and you only thought that it was something that would easily pass.

“Y/N, they’re guys. I-” He failed to complete his sentence, not wanting to speak for the worse. “I don’t know.”

You reached for his hand, squeezing it to calm him. “I know you’re worried, love but trust me okay? I know what I’m doing.” 

He nods but his face was still dimmed. You knew he was only agreeing for your sake but you grasped his discomfort in the situation.

“Why don’t you come with, love? I bet they won’t mind. You can come join after you finish up in the studio tomorrow.” You suggested, waiting for his approval. 

His face lit up at your idea, his worries slowly disappearing before him. He looks back at you, his eyes gleaming with approval. “That would be great.”

You and your coworkers make your way to the newly opened barbeque restaurant nearby. You texted your boyfriend as you guys settled down.

“Love, we’re here. We’ll order now but come text me when you’re on your way so your food won’t be cold once you get here.” 

“I’ll be coming now, don’t worry. Practice ended earlier than usual.”

“Okay. See you then :)”

You ordered for the two of you. Six years of knowing the boy, you had no trouble finding what he wanted from the menu. One of your coworkers interrupted your thoughts.

“Y/N, you’re boyfriend is coming right?” he asked, distributing the utensils around. 

You nod. Suddenly the front door rang, indicating that a new customer entered in which you assumed was your boyfriend. You look back, only to be disappointed that it was only the team leader from the other division of your company. You continue to greet him, regretting your eyes made contact with his. 

He goes for the spot in between you and your other coworker, the spot you wanted to reserve for Hyunjin. 

“I-” You wanted to tell him though he only interrupted you.

“Y/N, right? Pleased to meet you. I’m Jeno, head of the managing team.” He stretched out his hand which you shook with no problem. 

Moments later, Hyunjin arrives. He gives you a soft nudge, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head before taking the seat on your left.

“Happy to meet you all. I’m Hyunjin, y/n’s boyfriend.” He delivered a smile before taking a seat. 

“Ah, wasn’t this a company meeting,” Jeno beside you bantered.

You let out an awkward laugh, “My coworkers said it was fine.”

You felt a poke from your left, “I thought there were only six guys in your team?” His voice was stern, sounding offended from Jeno’s joke.

“He just came, I don’t know. He’s from another division but he’s still in the company.” You whispered back.

The night continued with no problems. The table stuffed themselves, conversing about work and Hyunjin’s job. Things started to change once the alcohol started to kick in. 

“So, you’re a choreographer huh?” Jeno asked your boyfriend.

Hyunjin nodded, “Why?” He noticed the small smirk Jeno had while asking him, irritated at his mocking tone.

“I don’t know. It’s rare for choreographers to make money around here. I just feel bad-” 

“Jeno.” You interrupted him, noticing Hyunjin’s discomfort.

“What? I’m just saying.” He takes a look at you, “You could do better.”

Hyunjin was enraged. He was starting to get impatient, your grip was the only thing stopping him from landing a punch. 

“Love,” you whispered to your boyfriend. “He’s drunk. Let him go.”

“You’re a lucky guy. Every guy in our company has probably wanted to go out with y/n at least once.” He chuckled.

Hyunjin snickered at Jeno’s comments, containing his anger as much as he could. “Oh I know I’m lucky,” he replied, squeezing your hand.

You smiled back at him, proud that he was able to keep his outrage in. 

“Girls like settling down at this time, right y/n? Guess he can’t do that for you right now huh?” His comments aggravated your boyfriend. Had you not been there, you know Hyunjin won’t back down. 

“Please stop talking. You don’t know him to say that.” You defended your boyfriend once more.

“Shut the fuck up.” The boy behind you exploded, his eyes focused on the boy on your right. You held him back before he could attempt to stand. 

“Hyunjin- calm down.”

“That fucker is trying me.” 

“I think it’s time to go.” You stood up, pulling Hyunjin with you. You felt a grip around your right arm.

“Aw, don’t be a party pooper y/n.”

Your coworkers saw the tension in the situation. Hyunjin grew furious at Jeno’s hands clutched around yours.

“Don’t fucking touch her.” He removed Jeno’s hand from your arm, almost scratching your arm. 

You flinch back, retracting your arm back to your chest, looking annoyed both at Jeno and Hyunjin. 

You pull Hyunjin with you to leave, your coworkers pulling Jeno back before making the situation any worse. 

Upset, you both left in a hurry. You entered your dark apartment, furious as you threw your coat on the living room chair. You ran your fingers through your hair, visibly disquieted about the situation. Hyunjin had watched you, not knowing how to respond to the situation.

“I told you to let him go, didn’t I?” Your voice targetted the boy, raged at his actions earlier.

“You’re mad at me? He was shaming our relationship, y/n” He defended himself, surprised that you weren’t taking his side.

“I told you, he was drunk, Hyunjin. You just made the situation worse. How am I gonna face him at work-”

“You’re concerned about that over us? Me? Y/N, are you saying you agree with him?”

“No, of course, that ‘s not what I meant.” You admit you lost control over your words. “This job is just important to me, Hyunjin. You know that.”

“He was flirting with you while me, your boyfriend, was beside you.” He quietly muttered, barely enough to be heard.

“He was drunk. I doubt he knew what he was doing.”

He chuckled, clearly annoyed at your response. 

“Can you not see, y/n? He was fucking flirting with you!” Hyunjin screamed, his veins visible as his voice echoed in your dark living room apartment.

“He wasn’t, Hyunjin. You’re exceptionally delusional today.” You fought back, frustration growing over you. “I shouldn’t have invited you.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? So what, he can freely flirt with you behind my back?”

“No, that’s not-.” Your frustration was starting to blind you, not stopping even if you knew your words were hurting. “Just stop being jealous all the fucking time.” You snapped back.

“How dare you-” He choked back at your words, his heart beating faster as his anger grew. “Was it because he said I couldn’t settle down? Are you ashamed because of that? Did you agree with him?”

“I never said that, Hyunjin. Stop putting words into my mouth. I defended you when he said.that-”

“Because you were ashamed-”

“I wasn’t.” You exclaimed. “I’ve never been ashamed of you.”

“Then why does it seem like you’re taking his side?” He disputed, his fingers running through his disheveled hair. 

“I’m not- I’m just disappointed you acted that way.”

“Are you fucking serious, y/n? Any boyfriend would act the way I did. It’s you that I’m disappointed with. Sitting there, letting him talk to you like that as if I wasn’t there.”

“What are you indicating, huh, Hyunjin? That I was letting him hook up with me?”

“Were you not? Seemed like I was the only thing stopping you-”

“Oh, fuck you.” Tears streamed down your face as you made your way to your bedroom, furiously shutting the door behind you.

You were aghast at his response. How could he think that way, you thought. You wished he wasn’t so blunt, it broke you that he could assume such a thing. 

Hyunjin was appalled at his words. Regretting it the moment he said them but his body was too in shock to stop you from leaving. He hated himself for saying such a thing, knowing he unintentionally called out one of your insecurities against you. He felt awful, both wanting to give you space and wanting to run to you.

He makes his way over to your door, hearing faint sobs from the other side. It shattered him to hear you like this and even worse, it was because of him. He didn’t mean to make the situation so severe, he really just couldn’t see past Jeno’s actions as easily as you wanted. 

He gently knocks, hoping you’d hear them through your sobs.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. I was too angry to think, I’m sorry.” He crouched outside your bedroom door, awaiting an answer. 

As you soak your bedsheets, your mind was bombarded with numerous thoughts all at once. You realized that you also needed to apologize. He was right, you couldn’t stop Jeno from making those comments about you. You were too worried about your job and keeping Hyunjin calm that you were too inattentive to his flirty remarks that seemed to upset your boyfriend. You were sorry. You saw the Hyunjin’s dark figure from the crack between the door the floor. 

You made your way towards the door, gently opening it. You were greeted by Hyunjin’s body crouched down, his head tucked into his chest. You didn’t know if he was crying but you’ve rarely seen him this vulnerable. You place your hand on his back, rubbing it in circles and could faintly hear his sniffling.

“I’m sorry too. I was too angry to understand it from your perspective.” You explained. “I shouldn’t have tried to fight back. I realize he made you uncomfortable because of his actions towards me. I’m sorry.”

He lightly lifts his head, tears blurring his pupils. He promptly pulls you in, wrapping his arms around you as he stores his head in the crook of your neck.

“I’m so sorry y/n. I had no idea why I said that.” His voice muffled but enough to be discerned. 

“No, Hyunjin. It’s my fault too. I’m sorry.” You wrapped your arms around him too, gently placing soft strokes on the top of his hair. “I don’t like this. I don’t like fighting with you.”

“Me too.” The boy responded, “I always want to be on your side.”

“I’m sorry for not taking your side. You were right. I hate that I did that.” You replied.

His embrace was warm but strong, assuring your frail body that you would never be in harm’s way when you’re with him. Time stopped and the world around you ceased spinning, melting away as he gently squeezes you tighter, wanting to hold you even longer.

He felt you shift but restricted you from moving any further.

“Let’s stay a bit longer like this please, love?”

You hummed in approval, feeling him smile as he places a delicate kiss on the side of your neck. 

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ALRIGHT FUCKERS IM GONNA WARN YOU RIGHT HERE THIS PROBABLY WILL BE TRIGGERING TO SOME!!! Avoid if you are triggered by anything related o Abusive Relationships, Abuse, Trauma involving being harmed by someone else, Domestic Abuse, Domestic Violence or ANYTHING RELATED YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!! THIS DOES NOT HAVE A HAPPY ENDING

This was a cola with my very best friend who does not have a tumblr, we will call her Lady Of Slytherin. Thank you Lady Sly for helping me relate this twisted masterpiece.

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You’d been through so much together. Every time he fucked up, you gave him another chance. You fell for the puppy dog eyes. Those blue eyes that you got lost in every time. You couldn’t say no to him. But this time, Dabi had gone too far, and you didn’t think you could come back from this.

You met him at a bar of all places. A skeevy bar your best friend Himiko convinced you was the best place to meet guys after your last break up.

“I promise, (Y/N), this place is awesome and I promise you’ll find someone.”

You rolled your eyes at her but continued to let yourself be dragged towards the alleyway and the sign lighting up the dark with neon letters that spelled BAR. “Yeah. Right”

The place was creepy to say the least; no more than five people in the whole place. Of course this would be the place your friend dragged you to. She was always finding these backwoods, out of the way places to go.

You instantly went up to the bartender and ordered a strong drink. You sensed you were going to need it. Toga was already off in the corner talking to some guy with blue hair whose face you couldn’t see. He seemed agitated and kept gesturing back to you. You hurried your head in your drink and quickly ordered another. You weren’t getting a very good feeling, but you still took the moment to look around at the other patrons. There was Himiko and the blue haired young man in the corner. A tall man in a top hat and tailcoat like he was going to perform at the circus later. One man seemed to have some sort of animal like quirk, his body resembled a lizard. The bartender himself seemed to be made of blue black swirling mist. Finally the last patron was a young man, about your age, with patchwork skin. You looked over at him with interest, he was cute for sure. Maybe this bar wasn’t such a bad idea.

Toga skipped back over to you with a mixed look on her face. “So. I may have gotten into a little trouble for bringing you here but that’s okay. Boss said you could stay since you’re quirkless.”

You gave her a perturbed look, but before you could speak she grabbed your arm and dragged you to each bar patron and introduced you. They all seemed friendly enough, Spinner and Mr. Compress anyway. Tomura didn’t seem too excited about you being there, like you’d intruded on some secret boys club. He kept his face hidden from you, but you didn’t mind so much. You were a guest in their bar, you’d be respectful of their wishes. Toga had explained this was the meeting place of their secret club. You were fine with that. When she pulled you back to the bar, you noticed the handsome man again. “Whose that?”

Toga looked over to the man and rolled her eyes. “That’s Dabi. Tall, dark and brooding.” A dark and excited look passed her face “Just your type” Before you could speak, she had you by the arm and dragged you over to him. “Dabi. Meet my very bestest friend ever, (Y/N)” she said, unceremoniously pushing you into the chair next to him.

You stared daggers into your best friend, who of course ignored you. “Sorry. Toga is a bit much” The young man gave you a curt smirk, looking you up and down with those piercing turquoise eyes. “Don’t, worry about it. I’m used to her brand of fun. Nice to meet you.” He gave you a dashing smile, and you melted. “Kuroguri, why don’t you get the lady another drink”

From that moment on, Dabi had you eating out of the palm of his hand. You became a regular at the bar the League inhabited. They all knew you by name, and even Shiggy got used to you being around. Once he and the others knew you wouldn’t turn them in to the heroes they all relaxed a little bit.

Toga was over the moon when you started hanging around more, and she teased you endlessly after that first night when you let Dabi escort you home. “I know you would like him! I am the best matchmaker in the whole world.”

You didn’t want to admit it, but she was right. You and Dabi got along swimmingly, which you would have never expected given his bad boy persona. You had always been the goody goody girl. Straight A’s, Perfect attendance, all of that. That changed when you started seeing him. He'd show up at your window while you were getting ready for class, comment on your schoolgirl skirt and inevitably sweet talk you into bed and convince you to spend the day with him. When he couldn’t convince you, you spent your day in class daydreaming about the night before. You spent all of your free time at the bar with the league. You’d even gone so far as to help them out with menial tasks such as fetching specific things they needed for their plans Ana’s even doing a little bit of spying on the UA kids.

You tried your best to please him and keep Dabi happy, but it wasn’t always easy. He was moody sometimes and you didn’t do what he wanted quick enough and he got annoyed and cranky. If he was having a particularly bad day, he’d take it out on you. Depending on how bad it was, he would yell, push you around, squeeze your arm or wrist so hard that you bruised or got a sprain. It always seemed worse whenever you were watching TV together and Endeavor appeared. A severely sprained and bruised wrist taught you very quickly not to ask Dabi why the sight of the No. 2 hero made him so mad and you never brought up the man around him either.

Despite all this, Dabi had never seriously hurt you. After every incident, he had always apologized and it led to fantastic makeup sex. You didn’t mind, you loved him. He made you feel so very much alive. He made you feel like the most beautiful creature on earth whenever he’d talk to you in that sweet little way that he only reserved for you, kiss you until your knees buckled in bliss. You would do anything for him, set the whole world on fire and bring him Endevor’s head to see that smile that Dabi would give only you; you weren’t stupid enough to take on the flaming bastard, you knew very well that it would end badly for you and lead the heroes back to the League. Even if you were caught and tortured, you’d never betray the man you loved and your new friends.

But then came that day that changed everything forever. It had been an honest mistake. Just because you were helping the League, didn’t mean you were completely heartless. So when you saw a man in a wheelchair at the nearby market struggling to reach some things, you immediately went over to help. He was very good looking, but had nothing on Dabi of course. This guy had the wholesome good guy act going on, so it wasn’t a turn on for you

He thanked you profusely, looking rather sheepish over the fact that he needed help with doing some basic tasks. He admitted that while the accident that put him in the wheelchair had happened some time ago, he was still trying to adjust to doing things differently.

You smiled, amused by his bashful expression and offered to help him around the store. He agreed and you two were off. As you helped him shop, you learned he had a brother in high school and you could hear the pride in his voice as he talked about his little brother taking up the family mantle. It made you wish your own family had talked about you that way. Once finished, you helped him secure his bags and walked him out of the store, bidding him farewell as he wheeled away.

But little did you know that someone had seen the entire interaction as teal eyes ablaze with fury watched you from the alley as you walked towards the bar. After everything he had done for you, after sticking up for you, after convincing the others to let you stay, after all the love he had given you, this was how you repaid him? Forget about the League punishing you for this serious transgression, he’d punish you himself and he’d make sure you wouldn’t forget it.

He hit you when you least expected it. You had said goodbye to the man in the chair and made your way to the bar, taking a shortcut you knew would get you to your boyfriend quicker when you were hit from behind, hard. You were knocked off your feet and you skidded on the unforgiving ground a few feet away from where you’d been standing. Head pounding, you turned to see your attacker, surprise in your eyes slowly turning to terror. You’d never seen Dabi this angry before. His eyes seemed to glow with fury.

“Babe, what-“ He cut you off with a blow of cold fire directly to your left, destroying a trash bin.

“Don’t you babe me you treacherous slut” he seethed as he walked closer to you.

You scooted away from him, purse forgotten on the ground. You were so confused. What was he talking about?

“You think you can just go around flirting with heroes whenever you want?”

What? Flirting? Wait.

“You mean me helping that man back there? He was in a wheelchair and he was struggling with his things. I’m not a hero but I’m not heartless, Dabi. I wasn’t going to stand by and wat-“ The ground next to you exploded in blue flames as he cut you off again.

“You’re not listening here babe,” The patchwork villain kneeled down and put his face next to yours and a tight hand on your upper arm. “You’re my girl. That means,” the cold heat creeped up to your shoulder and down to your fingertips as he ignited your arm. Before you could scream, his free hand covered your mouth. “That you’re mine. You do as I say. You go where I tell you to go. You talk to who I say you can talk to. No one else. Listen babe. You don't have friends anymore. Just me. You’d have nothing without me. I took such good care of you, loved you when no one else would. And then you go and throw it all back in my face by acting like a worthless whore for some paralyzed ex hero who probably can’t even get it up anymore. Got anything to say in your defense, fucking whore?”

You were speechless. What the hell was he talking about? You stumbled over your words before you finally said something.

“I’m sorry. I didn't know. I thought I was being nice. It won't happen again. I promise!” Tears were pouring down your face as you silently begged for him to let you go, to turn back into the man you knew and loved, not this terrifying stranger before you.

“You’re damn fucking right it won’t happen again, bitch. Because I’m going to give you a little reminder of just who you belong to, one you won’t ever forget. Then no one but me will ever want you!” An evil grin overtook his face, distorting his face, the flames making him look like a demon from hell sent to torment you.

Searing pain laced through your arm as the scent of burning flesh filled the air, the sound of sizzling flesh was drowned out by your blood curdling screams of agony. You writhed and wordlessly begged for release, but Dabi refused to let go, squeezing his hand even tighter until you felt your arm snap and the flames delve deeper than your skin, searing the muscle and tissues beneath.

When he finally let go, you fell back against the ground, hardly registering anything else but the overwhelming pain that flared with every breath she took. She dared to look at her arm and what she saw made her nearly vomit. Her arm had been burnt nearly black, blistering blood oozed from the handprint on her arm. He had branded her, like she was some sort of cattle. If infection didn’t kill her first, she’d possibly have to remove her arm, as he had basically reduced part of her arm to nothing more than a charred piece of meat. She couldn’t even feel anything below her arm anymore. She stared up at him in disbelief through her tears. This wasn’t her Dabi, she didn’t know this animal that had hurt her so badly. She let out a broken sob, attempting to scramble away.

That one pitiful sound seemed to snap Dabi from his fit of madness as he stared down at you with wide eyes. He saw what he had done and felt sick. He had always sworn to never be like Endeavor and yet, he was no better than the flaming bastard. He reached a hand towards you, trying to pull you into his arms. “Y/n… I’m so sorry… I… I didn’t mean it… I didn’t mean to hurt you like that…. Come on, we’ll go inside and get you fixed up, everything will be alright. I’m so sorry… I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

You stared at him in a haze of pain. Forgive him? Did he honestly think that you were going to forgive him for this? He burned your fucking arm! You’d probably have to get your arm amputated if you even wanted to survive this. He swore to you so many times that he would never hurt you again. You should leave, get as far away as humanly possible. But… As you stared into his remorseful and terrified face, you began to doubt yourself. Could you really leave him now? Now after everything he had done for you? He loved you right? You loved him still, it was just an accident. Unable to speak, you merely nodded, giving him your silent forgiveness. You whimpered in pain as Dabi carefully scooped you up and carried you back to the bar. The pain was worth it, he was worth it.

Why? Because you loved him.

[xiaojusaur]

3:00 am

Drabble game! This one is a request from @grimyslacker ! I hope you like it hun!

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut / Hints of Angst

Warnings: Bathtub sex, fingering, oral, unprotected sex

Word Count: 2.3K

Description: You explode after Yoongi arrives home at 3:00AM from work, but not spending much time with him makes you overthink and overreact. As soon as he realizes it, he gives you a night to never forget.

Another night dozing off on the sofa waiting for him yet he wasn’t arriving any soon. You were tired already, of waiting for him, of this, of him. You went to lock the front door, he didn’t deserve to be here.

At this point you started thinking that this wasn’t about work, there had to be something else or specifically someone else.

You don’t know when you fell asleep, you just heard the twisting of the doorknob as someone was trying to open the door.

You looked at the clock, 3:00 am. This had to be Yoongi.

You walked lazily to the door, opening it. Outside stood Yoongi looking annoyed with his hands inside of his jacket pockets. “So now you’re letting me outside? Don’t you see is freezing out here?”. By the way, he was talking you could say he was drinking. Maybe he wasn’t completely drunk but he wasn’t sober. You swallowed your words because being woken up like this and he picking up a fight wasn’t a good combination. You just turned around and walked inside, letting him decide if he wanted to enter or not.

“So you’re not talking to me now?” He said after closing the door behind him. You stood silent, just looking at him.

After taking a deep breath you finally talked, “Do you see what time it is? It’s 3:00 in the morning!”

“I didn’t know I had a curfew now,” he answered sarcastically. “Where were you?” you asked already pissed off. He plopped on the sofa, “I was working. Aren’t you supposed to know that already?”. You scuffed, “Until 3:00 am? What kind of work is that one?”

He was starting to raise his voice now, “The one where I'm required to write and produce and see if I’m satisfied with the work.” You rolled your eyes, not believing a single word. “Oh yeah? With which whore?” You said finally getting off your nerves.

“Hey! Watch your mouth missy!” he said as a warning. “Or what?” you defied. His eyes went dark with anger you almost got scared but you needed to know what was going on. “Tell me the truth Yoongi, are you fucking someone else?”

“I'm gonna wreck that mouth of yours if you keep cursing,” he said trying to make you forget that you were mad. Usually, whenever you fight you’ll end up having makeup sex and things would get fixed, but today you felt it was different. You were dead serious today.

“I'm being serious Yoongi, which whore are you fucking? Cause honestly I don’t believe you’re working until 3:00 am.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to calm down. “Do you want to call Hoseok or Namjoon? They can tell you if I was working or not.” He offered you his phone.

“No! I don’t want anything from you, I’m fucking tired of you getting late here and not giving me the attention I need. I should leave to my mom’s, I think this isn’t working,” you said while walking to the room to gather your stuff.

He followed you, “Oh so now the princess wants to leave? Fine! Whatever makes you happy. I did tell you it was going to be this way, you agreed to it and now you don’t want it? I can’t understand you. Maybe we do need to take a break cause I can’t deal with more stress here.”

You were expecting this but you also were hoping to never hear it. “Yeah, maybe we should take a break, so you can fuck your whore freely,” you said while shoving clothes in a suitcase. He came like a lightning to you, grabbing you hard by the arm and spinning you to face him. “Ah! You’re hurting me!” You screamed in pain, you were sure the pressure of his fingers were going to leave marks. “Good! Maybe like that you enter into reason,” he said looking at you directly in the eyes.

You tried to get free from his grip but he was too strong. “Look at me Y/N,” he commanded, his voice turning serious. “Please don’t make this harder for me, I have a lot of pressure over my shoulders.”

You suddenly started crying, he could make you so frustrated sometimes. “How am I supposed to feel when you arrive home half-drunk at 3:00 in the morning?! Huh?! Tell me! Wouldn’t you feel the same?” You pushed him but he just stood there trying to control his temper. “Y/N please calm down. I just had a few drinks with the boys WHILE working. Why are you acting like this so suddenly babe?”

The babe made you angrier “BECAUSE YOU DONT LOVE ME! You don’t give me attention, you don’t feed my needs. Heck! You don’t even touch me anymore.” Tears ran down your cheeks while you screamed your feelings.

“Is this because of that? Because I don’t please you like before? Y/N dear, you know I desire you, hell! If I had the energy and the time I would spend all day in bed with you, making love to you.” His hands were cupping your face, his thumbs whipping your tears. He pulled you to a hug and started to caress your hair. “I love you Y/N, I love you so much, why do you have doubts? Why do you do this to yourself? You know it’s hard for me to find people. I found you and you’ve helped me a lot, I’ve become better. So stop it please and don’t go, I won’t stand it if you go.” He kissed your forehead and then took your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Now, I'm free tomorrow, do you wanna do something?” He smirked and you laughed about the sudden change of mood. “There it is! That beautiful smile. Come on, let’s take a bath together and relax a little.”

He walked you both to the bathroom. You started filling the bathroom with some warm water. You turned around and Yoongi was looking at you with a smile on his face. “What?” you asked laughing. He got closer, holding you by the waist “Nothing, you just look cute.” He pecked your cheek and then your neck. You giggled because it tickled you. “Should I add a bath bomb?” you asked him. “Please, something to makes us relax.”

You started looking for a lavender bath bomb and when you found it you threw it in the water. “Should we get undressed now?” he asked teasingly with a smirk on his face. “No, maybe we should get in with clothes on,” you said joking.

He then pulled up the big shirt you had, leaving you only in panties. “Well that was fast,” he said laughing. “I was sleeping, do you want me to sleep in jeans and bra?” He started laughing while taking off his shirt. “Do you want me to help?” you asked while taking the zipper of his jeans between your fingers. He hummed “Someone’s eager.”

“Well, it’s being quite a while. I'm always eager for you,” you answered. He hummed again while you unzipped his pants when they fell he stepped out of them. You then pulled down your underwear and he did the same. He then dipped into the bathtub a low grunt leaving his lips. “Come, baby,” he stretched his arms calling you. You smiled and then got into the tub, sitting between his legs.

He wrapped you in his arms, pulling you to him. He took the liquid soap and started to pour it on you, massaging your back and your shoulders. He then started pouring some water on you to wash out the soap. He started caressing your legs, going up your torso, he squeezed one of your breasts playfully making you laugh.

But then both of his hands grabbed your breasts his fingers twisting your nipples. His mouth was kissing your neck, you closed your eyes enjoying the feeling of his soft lips and his hands toying with you. A low moan escaped your lips, he breathed giving you tickles and then whispered in your ear “Do you like it?” His low voice making you shiver “I love it oppa.” You rested your head on his shoulder, his hands now traveling down your torso, he was trying to reach between your legs.

His hand pushed your legs apart, taking your earlobe between his teeth, his fingers found your clit. You sighed in relief while he massaged your bundle of nerves. He was going slowly, torturing you, making you surrender to the pleasure. A low “Yes,” escaped your lips and he moaned at your cute voice. One of your legs was now hanging on the edge of the tub, spreading yourself more to give him access. A bony finger entering you surprised you making you gasp. He knew you were ready to have more so he slipped another finger in stealing a moan from you. He started pulsing his fingers while his thumb caressed your clit. “Oh fuck, Yoongi yes!” You were a moaning mess. He started going faster and deeper on you, the water now splashing out of the tub, your moans could be heard all around the house, you were sure. “Yoongi Im gonna cum,” you whispered. “Cum baby girl, cum for me.” And with that, you exploded with a long moan. “That’s it,” he hissed and the kissed your cheek. “Let’s go to the bed now, we’re gonna turn into raisins.” You laughed at his comment.

You were in the room now with a bathrobe and he was just covering his lower half with a towel. He then let drop the towel, standing all naked in front of you. Your eyes glowed because he looked like an angel, his skin glowing, his hair damp from the bath.

He was walking to you slowly, almost like if you were his prey and he was about to eat you all. “Now come here, I'm gonna make love to you through all the rest of the night, we’re not going out all day, I'm gonna pleasure every corner of your body.” His words sparking a new fire inside of you; desire.

He untied your bathrobe, letting it fall to your feet. He started kissing your neck, licking and nibbling on it, his hands ran down your arms. He noticed some purple spots: the marks of his fingers. He gasped and stopped doing everything. “What’s wrong?” you asked confused. He just caressed the spot. “It’s okay Yoongi, it doesn’t hurt,” you said sweetly. “I hurt you,” he said as a whisper. “It’s okay, just... come here, touch me, make me yours again and again.” His eyes were now two balls full of hunger.

He touched your cheek and you leaned into his hand saying “Your hands are big, let me feel them all over me please.” He started kissing you wildly and you both fell onto the bed. You were on top of him, kissing him while he ran his hands up and down your back. You kissed his neck, down his torso until you reached to his length, it was waiting for you all hard.

You started kissing the tip, looking at him all innocent, he passed his fingers through your hair and smiled, eager for what was coming next. You then opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around him, going as far as you could. Going back up you sucked him, looking at him directly to the eyes. He hissed and then moaned when you reached the tip. “Ooh jagi, do that again.” You complied with his wish. You were now bobbing your head, making him grunt and hiss until he couldn’t take it anymore. “Babe, please ride me, come,” he begged.

You climbed over his legs, straddling him. He was holding his dick for you to sit on it. You took it to find your entrance and when you did you slid down slowly. Yoongi hissed at the new feeling, “Fuck! You’re tight.” When you finally reached the end you started moving, rocking your hips back and forth. This position allowed him to reach your spot easily. He placed his hands on your hips, guiding you on how to move. After a little while, you started jumping fast, feeling the knot in your stomach trying to get free. He noticed and his hand found your clit, rubbing it furiously, trying to make you reach your high. “Fuck! Yes!” He kept going until your hips were moving furiously, “Shit Jagi! Cum for me, let me hear you, baby,” and that was all you needed, your orgasm hitting you, a sigh leaving your lips. You crashed on his sweaty chest, trying to recover fast because he wasn’t done.

“Don’t get too comfy, I haven’t finished,” he said smirking, suddenly rolling on the bed so you were now under him. He took both of your legs and placed them on his shoulders. He slipped into you again, thrusting you mercilessly. “You look so good like this, under me, your breasts jumping, you’re mine.” He let your legs fall on his side and started kissing you, never stopping his hips. He was whispering in your ear how much he liked you, how much he loved you, how beautiful you are. “I'm gonna cum baby,” he almost cried. He started going faster on you and then he pulled out, exploding on your stomach and with a loud grunt. He crashed on your side kissing your cheek. “Do you feel loved now?” you nodded and he smiled.

When he was recovered he took the towel and cleaned your stomach and then came back to cuddle you. It was 6:00 am already, the sun was starting to peek. “Yoongi we haven’t slept,” you giggled.

“Didn’t you heard when I said we were going to spend the day in bed? I wasn’t referring to sleep.” You purred and he chuckled, kissing you again to start a new round full of pleasures.

[wigglywormy]

A Day Off [submission]

I finished this fic WAY FASTER than I thought I would lmao. Also hi it’s me again 8) 

Ok so Lee! Kirishima is literally the cutest fucking thing I’m talking like my heart explodes at the thought of it. As much as I love Lee! Bakugo This is just such a cute idea. I love thinking about how much Kirishima loves to laugh and how he rlly likes tickling in general and he just has so much fun with this omg. And his underarms being his most ticklISH SPOT??? YEEEEES. Here u go enjoy ily so much

worms notes: IM CRyING ILY DUDE this was such a gift to wake up to omg. please never stop submitting me fics i love them so much ur such a good writer !!! kirishima is so fucking cute i love this………… so much………. <3333

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Finally, a day off. Heroes in training hardly ever get a chance to rest, but the pro heroes are having a planning-day, which gives their students a full day to do whatever they’d like. Some chose to study, or work out, or practice their abilities as much as possible. But for two specific boys, they decided to spend their day in their dorm room, playing video games. 

Actually, it was Kirishima’s idea to stay home and do nothing. Bakugo seemed highly irritated to be cooped up inside. The two sat on the floor, in front of Kirishima’s small T.V. Bakugo picked at a thread coming off of his sock, grumbling to the other. 

“We should really be brushing up on our hero work. Instead of doing this dumb shit.” Kirishima grunted as he lost another round on Street Fighter II. He set the controller on the ground and cracked his knuckles, chuckling a little. 

“C’mon, Bakugo. It’s a day off! We should really enjoy it while we can.”

Bakugo rolled his eyes somewhat, looking away from his boyfriend. 

“The number one hero never gets a day off. That’s why we should stay focused.”

Another round started up, and Kirishima got sucked back into the game. But after a moment, he spoke. 

“Look, Bakugo. I completely understand. But you’re already such an impressive guy; I really don’t think just one day off will hurt you.”

Bakugo was used to complements, not that they inflated his ego or anything. Not anymore, at least. He was silent for a minute, before shrugging. 

“It’s just not in my interest to sit around. If you wanna waste the day, go ahead. I’m gonna go for a run or somethin’.”

He began to stand up. Kirishima paused the game and watched the other. 

“C’mon, Bakugo. Grab the other controller! I’ll be happy to beat you to a pulp in a safe way, this time.”

The blonde scoffed. “I don’t feel like kicking your ass right now.”

“Oh yeah?” Kirishima teased, a toothy grin blooming across his face. “I’ve been playing this game since I was a little kid. I’m a master at it.”

“You’re not master of anything.” Bakugo replied, reaching down to slip on his running shoes. Kirishima stood, stretching his spine out a little. 

“Sure I am. You just haven’t given me a proper chance to prove myself yet.”  What’s his deal? Was he trying to piss him off? Because it seemed to be working. Bakugo’s eye twitched slightly. 

“So the sports festival wasn’t enough of a chance?”

Kirishima frowned. “I’ve practiced a lot since then. C’mon, give me another shot.” 

“Right now?” Bakugo raised an eyebrow. “You really want to fight, right now?” Kirishima grinned, shrugging a little. “Sure, why not?” He put up his dukes, giggling. His pure happiness got on Bakugo’s nerves. “In here seems like a terrible idea.” 

“But if we go outside, people will see you get your butt kicked by me.”  Bakugo’s blood boiled a little. 

“You’re starting to piss me off, you know.” 

“Aw, relax, Bakugo. I’m just messin’ around. Besides, with a weakness as big as yours, it’s easy to take you down.” 

Bakugo froze a little at the word weakness. He turned towards the door, about to forget all this nonsense and just leave, but now he wanted to prove Kirishima wrong more than anything. He sighed, kicking his shoes aside. 

“What’ya mean, weakness?” 

Kirishima’s smile turned devilish. “Dude, you’re the most ticklish person I’ve ever met.” 

Bakugo scoffed again. “That’s not a weakness,” He began, before swallowing thickly at the realization Kirishima was right. He shook his head. 

“Look, I already said I don’t feel like kicking your ass right now.” Bakugo replied, beginning to pick up his running shoes again. Kirishima decided he had enough of his grumpy attitude, and snuck up behind him. His fleeting fingers dashed into Bakugo’s sides, tickling him mercilessly. 

“Jeez, Bakugo. You should really take my advice and relax for once.”  Bakugo instantly jerked against Kirishima’s touch, forcing a yelp down his throat. But he couldn’t stop the tumbling barrel of laughter that followed suit. His laughter was sudden and loud; it even surprised him. One hand slapped across his mouth, shrouding his giant smile, and the other hand angrily pushed at Kirishima’s tickling fingers. The two stumbled back, and Kirishima put one leg between Bakugo’s, attempting to bring him down to the floor. 

“See? It hardly took anything to get you laughin’ like this!” Kirishima teased, his fingers making their way to Bakugo’s middle, scribbling at his heaving stomach. His abs were pulled taught, making the tickling sensation even worse. Bakugo sucked in as much air as possible, his palms sizzling against Kirishima’s touch. 

“S-Stop it — Y-You fuck!” Bakugo begged,  struggling to get out of Kirishima’s grasp. But his hold was as strong as ever. 

“Maybe if you admit you’re ticklish, I might consider it.” Kirishima chuckled in Bakugo’s ear, kneading into Bakugo’s ribs again, as the blonde finally doubled over, desperately kicking his boyfriend. This always happens. They’ll be having a normal day, with nothing out of the ordinary. Bakugo would actually be in a calm mood, but Kirishima would do something stupid or annoying that would piss him off. As soon as he shows any kind of irritation, Kirishima would tickle him and say he needs to relax. No matter how hard he tried, Bakugo was simply too ticklish for his own good and always found himself in a pile of laughter. He always had been ticklish, and luckily no one found out until now. Now he can’t escape his own weakness even for a second. That thought alone really switched him into high gear. It was time for some serious payback. 

With a small surge of energy, and a little stroke of luck, Bakugo gripped Kirishima’s leg, squeezing his knee. 

Kirishima stumbled a little, snickering. “C-Cut that out, it–!” He giggled, “It tickles!”

His knees buckled, and the two tumbled to the floor. Kirishima finally released his grip on Bakugo’s sides, and the blonde didn’t hesitate to mount the other, straddling his hips. Kirishima was taken aback, but still smiling. 

“I like where this is going~.” He teased, but Bakugo wasn’t having it. He grabbed Kirishima’s wrists and pinned them above his head, panting. 

“I’m really sick of your shit, Kirishima.” He breathed, “Tell me your weak spots so I can fuck you up.”

Kirishima felt his face grow hot, but he knew better than to back down from a fight. Especially a fight with Bakugo. 

“Why don’t you find out yourself? It wouldn’t be a fair fight if I just handed you the answer, right?” 

Bakugo’s grip on Kirishima’s wrists grew tighter. Shuddering at the ghostly feeling of Kirishima’s tickly fingers attacking his ribs. Finding out sounded good. It sounded really good. He never really tickled anyone before, let alone someone who was willingly allowing it to happen. It pissed him off. His large hand hovered over Kirishima’s middle; the red-haired boy was wearing a skin-tight, cotton T-shirt. It left him wide open. Bakugo couldn’t decide where to start. He wished he knew Kirishima’s worst spot already, so he could really get a taste of his own medicine. He only hoped he was as ticklish as he was. Kirishima watched closely, his sides already tingling with anticipation. Each time Bakugo’s hand got close, he squirmed a little. At one point, His hand got dangerously close, and he started giggling. 

“Q-Quit teasing!” he pleaded, his cheeks still red. He knew not to activate his hardening quirk, which would be difficult, but he was all about fairness. 

“You’re laughing already and I haven’t even touched you.” Bakugo bit into his lower lip, trying to hide his evil smile. He was actually having fun with this. Finally, his fingers dug into Kirishima’s side, feeling for any ribs that he could wiggle in between. Kirishima yelped a little, trying to worm away from his touch. He giggled, but nothing too loud. So he wasn’t as ticklish as Bakugo was.

Bakugo found himself to be a little disappointed, so he upped the tempo a little. He really dug around, moving lower, curious as to if his hips were ticklish at all. Finally, Kirishima actually began to laugh, struggling a little more. 

“Aha- ah, shit!” Kirishima breathed, wiggling beneath the other. It was a good spot, but nothing special. Bakugo switched hands, and began to tickle his other side. Kirishima laughed harder, beginning to wheeze a little. 

“No-!” He almost whispered, especially as Bakugo got a little too close to his worst tickle spot. Bakugo seemed to be in deep concentration, eager to find where the hell his spot was. It wasn’t fair, for Kirishima to have a specific spot, but for him to be outrageously ticklish on every square inch of his body. That thought alone pissed him off again. 

“Ugh, c’mon! Where’s that fucking spot?” He growled, wishing he had both of his hands to explore faster. 

Kirishima lifted his head a little, pushing against Bakugo’s touch. 

“J-Just give up, dude,” He snickered as Bakugo pushed his thumb into the hollow of his hip. “Just admit I won!” 

“Die.” Bakugo spat, tickling up Kirishima’s sides again. His fingers crawled into the fold of Kirishima’s arm, and he found something wonderful. Kirishima threw his head back, nearly screeching. Bakugo tried not to look excited, as he clawed against his underarm. Kirishima bucked, his laughter roaring. 

“NO, NO NO!” He begged, kicking his leg against the floor as hard as he could. That was absolute worst spot. He found it. He was going to die. 

Knowing this was going to bring him success, Bakugo finally let go of Kirishima’s wrists, and shoved both his hands under Kirishima’s arms. The poor red-haired boy was laughing so hard, he merely wheezed and weakly squirmed away from Bakugo’s touch. Tears started to stream down his cheeks.

“F-Fuck, stop-!” Kirishima pleaded, pounding his fist against the floor. It was so difficult not to harden himself. He pressed his arms against his sides, bucking again as his laughter nearly shook the walls. Bakugo had a full-on smile at this point, as devilish as ever. 

“Doesn’t feel good, does it?” Bakugo actually teased, jabbing his fingers quickly right above Kirishima’s rib cage. The other was practically crying at this point; he could hardly breathe, let alone talk. After a few more moments of basking in this beautiful scene, Bakugo stopped. 

Kirishima coughed, catching his breath quickly. “Th-That’s…” He began. Bakugo cracked his knuckles, impatiently waiting for him to finish his sentence. Finally

Kirishima beamed up at Bakugo. “That’s all you’ve got?” 

Bakugo seemed surprised. “You’re fuckin’ with me, right? I could’ve killed you.” 

Kirishima shrugged. “I mean, I did say I was going to beat you in a fight one day, right?”

“Not this kind of fight.” 

“We never mentioned what kind. So yeah, this kind of fight.” 

Bakugo at least had the advantage of knowing where his most ticklish spot was. But he had a feeling Kirishima would do something stupid and he’d end up being the one heaving on the floor. But this was also at least satisfying his thirst for revenge. “Suit yourself.” He mumbled, before pinning one arm above Kirishima’s head, and tickling full-force against his underarm again. Within milliseconds, Kirishima was howling, enjoying every second of the sensation. His closeness with Bakugo felt stronger than ever, and so did his grip. He decided a little more time for Bakugo to soak up his feeling of success wouldn’t hurt. After all, the smile on his face was pure enough to cure diseases. His lungs felt like collapsing, and it almost felt like he was going into some kind of subspace whenever he squeezed his eyes shut and laughed with all his might; he saw stars and sparks off light, uncontrollably twisting his body away as much as possible with no means of escaping. 

In a word, his day off couldn’t have been more perfect.

[minhothebighoe]

CRUSH (Reader x Woojin)

Summary: Anonymous asked “Hi I saw that you’re taking requests hehe.. can I request where you and woojin are crushing on each other and he decided to confess to you on your birthday (bc my birthday is on the 24th so yeah) thank you!

A/N: So I decided to write the first request early because I couldn’t focus on any of my studying for my psych class! This wasn’t even going to be started till the 20th but oh well why not ! I hope it’s okay please don’t hate me, criticism is much appreciated ! also requests are still open!

Pairings: Park Woojin x Reader

Word Count: 2.1 k

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I woke up completely startled, and my heart pumping loudly from the obnoxious alarm clock that sat upon my nightstand, it sent a small vibration of crippling anxiety through my entire body and caused me to slightly panic. No matter how many times I hear the chiming bells or the rapid beeps, I never have once gotten used to the god awful sounds that shout in my ear. Everyday this almost seemed like routine, and it also seemed like it was getting harder to endure.

However, today I was determined to make difference and change the variety of my usual lifestyle. I could feel the excitement deep within, formulating inside my bones. Why, you might be asking? Well today is my birthday, and to be honest I’m usually not one to get enthusiastic about them because they’re really just like every other day. Although, this one I'm feeling a slight adrenaline rush, massive butterflies, and all those other cutesy feelings you get when the person you admire asks you out. 

That’s right, I got asked out by the one and only Park Woojin, one of the most praised and beloved figures in my hometown, aka my wonderful friend, and we’re going to be hanging out on my ‘day of birth’if you want to call it that. How special do you think I feel?

I’ve known Woojin for quite a while, ever since grade school, however it wasn’t until high school that I actually started to fall for him and his adorably shy as well as humorous personality. He’d always be there for me when I needed him to be my ‘shoulder’ to cry on when a bad break up, grade, or situation in general, had come in to cause my happiness to shatter. He would always pick up the broken pieces and fix them back together no matter how damaged they were. He is one of the only people I’ve known to truly and 100 percent care for me. 

I don’t know if Woojin feelings even match close to mine, or if he feels the same connection and electricity I do. I don’t know if he gets that strange sensation in the pit of his stomach when our eyes lock, or that rush of euphoria when our hands smoothly and accidentally glide on one another’s. What about that firey feeling that burns hot when we hug? I wonder if he thinks about my smile or how much he wants to kiss me. Or....

What if 

he just sees me as a friend?

What if that’s all this is, a platonic friendship where our feelings don’t even mutually agree?

I took a sudden glance at my alarm clock to check the time, it was 10 am. 

10 am....?

Fuck im gonna be late! 

I got up and quickly ran to the bathroom, knowing I already took a shower before bed, I took my hair out of the messy braids that were practically already falling apart. I ran a quick hand through the intricately bedraggled mop that laid on my head to massage out the chaotic tangles and try oh so desperately to make it deem presentable. After about 10 minutes of trying to decide which side looked better to part my hair with, I decided enough was enough and that I looked somewhat decent.

 I applied my makeup lightly and decided to add some strawberry lip gloss to finish the look and add a little more color to my dry pale lips. As soon as I was satisfied with my appearance I wasted no time to get to my closet to try and find an appealing outfit. 

I felt like I must’ve tried on a billion different combinations of clothes and somehow everything seemed to not be feeling or fitting the way I wanted it too. Finally after a while, I again, decided that I did not have enough time to waste, and went with a pair of striped high wasted shorts, a black vans crop top and some white converse. 

And as if perfect timing was actually a thing, that’s when I heard it....

knock knock

I felt my heart skip a beat or two in that moment, and my stomach flutter with a radiant feeling mixed with pure nervousness. Woojin was here and waiting at my front door for me, and there I was standing completely frozen in excitement. 

I took a deep breath to prepare myself, and rushed down the doorway were my “knight in shining armor” was waiting just 10 feet away outside. I started to reach for the knob to the door, and as my hand got closer to connecting with the shiny metal, the more I thought about the possibilities of what could occur. Some thoughts were positive, while unfortunatly, some were more negative. However, before I had time to think anymore my body acted before my brain and opened the wooden frame where I came face to face with my ultimate crush. 

Sure I’ve hung out with Woojin plenty of times, but there was something about him recently that has caused me to act like a complete lovestruck fool when I’m around his being. Even though I’ve been trying to hide it, I can’t help but feel like somehow it’s more than obvious, especially to him.  

“H-hi.” I smiled sheepishly, hiding halfway behind the door, I could feel the pink hue starting to form upon my cheeks as I stared at my feet. I tried not to look him in the face because  the butterflies were already starting to storm inside my aching belly, but I opened the door because I had to let him in at some point. 

He looked so good, amazing in fact. He wore a white teeshirt that hung loose upon his frame along with a red zip hoodie over it, with some light wash jeans that clung to the shape of his sculpted thighd.The outfit was finished off with some white high top vans. He smiled a huge grin, his adorable snaggletooth showing, causing me to mentally squeal at how cute and wholesome he is. His hair, oh my god don’t get me started on how perfect it is, like how? 

“(Y/N) Happy Birthday!, I’ve missed you” 

He smiled softly at me while his eyes looked deep into mine, he came closer to where I was with his arms stretched out wide and open, practically inviting me to feel the warmth of his presence. I leaned in while he engulfed my body into his, his muscles contracted around my lower back as he squeezed to pull me in tighter. He rested his head on top of mine, and all I could think of is if he could feel the beating of my heart, and hear my loud embarrassing thoughts.

I giggled, intoxicated by the pureness of his existence and all the love he had to offer. 

“Thank you. I wouldn’t want to spend my birthday with anyone else.”

 I placed my head on his chest, and I could hear the beating of his steady heart and the contractions of his solid breathing as his chest raised slowly up and down. Strange how calm he is, while I feel like my mind is going to explode out of my body. 

We stood in that position for a couple more minutes before he sadly broke away to pull out a tiny little blue box out of his pocket. He told me to stick out my hands and cup them together so he could place the container in the center of my palms . I looked at him with a confused expression, but secretly this small gesture made me extremely curious to what he had spent his time and money on for me.

“Park Woojin,” I said sternly, placing my hands on my hips trying to act serious,“ I told you not to get me anything,”  

Woojin focused his eyes on my face, and laughed cutely at my attempt to scold him. I pouted playfully while looking at his dark beautiful eyes, then at the box that rested upon my hands. 

“Well are you just gonna stare at it or are you going to open it?” 

“oh there’s more?! I was so happy with this beautiful box!” I said sarcastically, and we both laughed at my lame excuse for a joke. 

I rubbed my finger over the velvety material of the box, it was a longer more rectangular shape, and weighed light. I bit my lip and lifted the lid to find a beautiful, sterling silver bracelet. As I looked closer, as if it wasn’t already amazing enough, I spotted the initials ‘P.W’ carved onto a charm. 

My mind went blank for a brief second, and it felt like I forgot how to do anything for a moment. 

“Oh my gosh Woojin.... it’s... it’s beautiful.”

I felt tears start to well up in my eyes, and my lip quiver in delight. The fact that he used his time and resources to buy me something so beautiful and deeply sentimental, brought more than joy to my heart. 

“I was gonna wait to give it to you after I took you out, but (Y/N)....” I looked into woojin’s eyes. “I have something to tell you, and... I don’t know how to say it, but I seriously can’t wait any longer, if I do it’s going to kill me.”

oh my god....

“For the longest time, ever since I met you, I knew we had a deep connection towards one another. I always knew that you were so special and different than any other person that I’ve ever met,” My body was shaking, holy shit. “I was honestly too scared to ever tell you because I did not want to ruin our friendship, but my god anybody I have ever gone out with doesn’t even compare to you,”

He took a step closer to me, we were practically in each other’s personal vicinity, but I don’t think either one of us really cared. He took his hand and softly placed it on my cheek looking soothingly down into my eyes, it was as though an angel had touched my soul. All I could do was stand there and capture this moment we had just created, and the beauty of it all and

....of him. 

“God, you make me so happy that I get a certain feeling that only generates when you’re around me. Your smile literally brightens my entire day, and your heart is so big and pure, and wow....just wow I don’t know what I would even do without you.” he stated.

At this point a tear had fallen from my eye and escaped down to Woojin’s fingertip, off onto the floor evaporating in a quick disappearance. I smiled, and relished in his gentle yet reassuring touch. No one in my entire life has ever made me feel this complete and so good about myself the way Woojin did. 

he leaned in closer till his forehead was touching mine, I could feel the warmth of his skin heating up as he looked into my damp eyes, waiting for my response. I giggled at how damn cute he was and wrapped my arms firmly around his neck. 

“Park Woojin, never have I felt more safe and secure with anyone in my entire life. You are the most thoughtful person, and have given me strength when I literally thought the world was going to collapse.” we both laughed like we were high, and in a way we were, “As dramatic as that sounds, it’s completely true. You are.... my angel.” 

Woojin leaned down until his lips hovered over mine, and I felt his long eyelashes flutter and tickle my red hot skin. His warm breath lingered, and I felt every ounce of air on the tip of my mouth causing goosebumps to arise on my body.  He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me in not wasting a second, before softly kissing me. Even though it was sweet, it was filled with a feverish passion that I couldn’t understand. I felt heat build up in the pit of my stomach as our lips molded together perfectly. It was so hot I felt almost feverish, as his hands moved around massaging my back. 

I placed my palms on his hard chest, capturing every sweet moment his sweet lips had to offer. 

He pulled his head back before placing it on my forehead again, playing with my hair on his fingertips. 

“I’ve wanted to ask you this for the...longest time, ever since high school actually, and I can’t wait a second longer, but (Y/N) (L/N).......” he bit his lip till it turned almost a pale white color, “will you please be my girlfriend?.... We can do all the cute stuff that couples do, like I don’t know... basically the same stuff we do now?” 

I giggled, because that high feeling was making it’s return. Everything that has happened had my brain sending electrical impulses all across my body, causing me to feel energetic. 

“Park Woojin, I’ve waited since high school for you to ask me, and I have been waiting way to long to say yes.” 

Happy birthday to me.