#i could just b like oh i changed my mind but i feel like tgt would b mean so im not gonna do tht i just need 2 let go of my childhood

[jwowwsboobs]

oh i dont even need 2 get a dress i already have one. lmao

[xianglingslesbian]

oh I'll give u a character alright: Izuki, Kiyoshi, Riko and Aomine <333 technically that's four, but what goes around comes around (I'll keep this circle of love goin forever buddy)

VICCCC ily my man <33 thank u!!! aight putting this under a cut bc it got long

Izuki

Why I like them: izuki’s just overall so amazing! he inspires me to give my best in the stuff i do, and although it sounds a bit silly i try to be a person that he’d be proud of. his puns are hilarious and well-thought-out (as a person who loves words and word jokes, i’m naturally drawn to him lol). they’re also a way to take the heat off the team, he’s so hardworking and never views obstacles as obstacles, rather as hills he must climb to find newer skies. he’s also rather clever and employs his brains to great effect when his body fails him! izuki embodies the meaning of ‘eagle’ in the truest sense - waiting to strike when the time is right and not failing when it is.

Why I don’t: *sweats* can’t really think of a reason i don’t like izuki, at all??? i guess he can overwork himself a lot and tends to keep his true emotions hidden which could lead to misunderstandings between friends (although this is totally headcanon territory lol)... i also didn’t like the ableist comment he passed on hayama (“i’m just glad you weren’t smarter than me”). but i think he can (and will!) grow from that kind of stuff, he is that kind of person so yeah no particular reason for me to dislike him at all

Favorite episode (scene if movie): how dare you make me pick s3 e8 izuki vs kasamatsu, hands down. i know its like cliche or whatever but that moment just told me so much about izuki as a character? he’s willing to do what it takes to win, he’s adaptable and dependable and he doesn’t let shit get him down ever. it’s gorgeous

Favorite season/movie: s3, he got some fantastic moments in there!! although i will say i loved the spotlighting he got in s1 in the seihō match

Favorite line: “Fear isn't a bad thing. There are some things that can only be done by cowards.” this is first of all such a nice thing to say. ‘fear is not bad’ is just... so fucking wise? keep in mind that this boy is 17, i’ve met 30 year olds who are less mature. secondly it feels like izu’s speaking from experience?? like he has a lot to be scared of, i’m sure. particularly of falling behind and being a burden to his teammates. but it’s that ‘cowardice’ that drives him to practice so so hard. that visceral terror of weighing on seirin is what pushes izuki beyond his limits - which is why here he can empathise with furi’s fear, and knows how best to employ it.

Favorite outfit: look i hate last game w/ a passion but that lil tie/shirt/hoodie thing he had going? that was literally so cute. izuki in general has a p great fashion sense but his last game outfit takes the cake <3

OTP: hyuuizu oh my god i could talk for years about them but since this post is gonna be very long i’ll refrain. just. they are perfect they are fucking perfect

Brotp: kiyoizu!! kiyoshi is izuki’s biggest enabler and i love that for him <3

Head Canon: izuki can be very very passive aggressive when he’s angry at someone/sad and gets cold and withdrawn. it’s not fun to experience but tbh if you upset him you probably deserve it

Unpopular opinion: izuki should’ve been naturally better in canon. it’s not fair to shaft him and give the ‘trier’ thing off to himuro. that being said i am p happy with who he is as a person

A wish: i want to know how izuki felt after middle school! izuki’s and riko’s backstory focuses so much on hyuuga its dumb >:( he also would’ve been demoralised but he didn’t quit bball and i would like to know his thought process!

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: i. uh. i guess izu quitting basketball. because i genuinely cannot see that happening. it brings him so much joy, he should never stop cold turkey. i can imagine old man izuki hobbling about a court giving little kids pointers and making them laugh T-T

5 words to best describe them: “big brain caffeine-powered clown baby” 

My nickname for them: babyzuki/izu/shunshun

Kiyoshi

Why I like them: lots of reasons! kiyoshi is an admirable person. he’s strong, yet friendly and gentle, and he loves his team above all else, which i just find beautiful. i find his manipulative side also pretty cool, bc it shows off how multifaceted he is.

Why I don’t: this is more of a fandom reason but i really dislike how kiyoshi is always said to have had the greatest impact in hyuuga’s story. he badgered and manipulated hyuuga, and while some may argue hyuuga needed that push, it only worked bc hyuuga had had time to think about shit. he’d also been given space by riko and izuki (two integral parts of his life whom the fandom looooves to sideline for uwu kiyo//hyuu). 

Favorite episode (scene if movie): yousen match (can’t pick the episodes)! i loved the backstory we got for kiyo vs mura and i loved how kiyoshi was willing to smile and play but also refused to lose. he truly stole the show despite kagami being the one to finally take down murasakibara, it was gorgeous <3

Favorite season/movie: s2 for sure. kiyoshi wasn’t allowed to shine much after yousen imo - all the focus was on hyuuga kagami and kuroko, and to a lesser extent izuki. not complaining, but yeah

Favorite line: “Let’s go have some fun.” i know it’s kinda cliche but i do love how kiyoshi’s always thinking about playing a good game and enjoying basketball. he wants to play because he loves it and as someone who loves a sport as much as kiyoshi loves b-ball, that love is so poignant and tender

Favorite outfit: practice clothes! kiyoshi looks great in pink <3

OTP: kiyohana. hateshipping amirite ;)

Brotp: kiyohyuu! i love them as friends so so much <3

Head Canon: kiyoshi is half-iranian on his mother’s side and is muslim. i won’t say too much because i am not muslim myself, i need to do more research into this but i’ve had this headcanon for quite a while now!

Unpopular opinion: he should be bullied more for the fact that his canon power is having yaoi hands

A wish: kiyo finds something he loves as much as b-ball. he can’t canonically play at this level again, so if he found another sport/competition/anything, it’d be amazing

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: he should never become demoralised. kiyoshi at heart is a dreamer, so let him dream, let him look towards tomorrow with a smile always

5 words to best describe them: “useless dreamy dumbass cheerleader clown”

My nickname for them: kiyoyo, bc my feelings about him have yo-yoed a lot lmao

Riko

Why I like them: im a lesbian, next. /j i love her because she’s so tenacious and driven. yet she’s also kind and gentle, and never loses her humanity. she cares, and she cares hard. she’s so fucking smart too like... coaching a hs basketball team at 17 against players of NBA calibre and making them win? i could never. seirin without riko is nothing.

Why I don’t: i dont like the constant slapstick of her beating up her boys. also, i dislike how the narrative forces her to act ‘feminine’ and then has the boys think of it as nothing. like first of all if someone like her offered me a kiss i would so take 100, and secondly... why is a girl’s worth so tied to her femininity? it’s awful

Favorite episode (scene if movie): her sending in furi vs kaijō, early in s3. it was an exceedingly smart move that could have only come from her knowing her players’ strengths and weaknesses intimately, and being a brilliant coach. just amazing <3

Favorite season/movie: all of them! riko has some amazing moments each season, so i can’t really pick

Favorite line: “Humans grow. Don't act like you understand when you don't even realize that!” here, riko knows and knows well that she is in her element. momoi might have the data, but riko understands adaptability and knows how to predict stuff. in that way, one can draw parallels between takao vs izuki and momoi vs riko: takao and momoi are recon experts, whereas riko and izuki are strategists. momoi uses raw data; riko manipulates the data to her advantage

Favorite outfit: idk if this is exactly an outfit but her glasses are so cute oh my gosh. (i’d kill to see her in a leather jacket tho)

OTP: rikomomo!!! i’m 100% sure that momoi’s fixation w/riko’s boobs is just... repressed lesbian sentiments. also sports girlfriends gimme

Brotp: hyuuizuriko. i hc that hyuuizu were tgt since elementary school and riko joined them in middle school so... childhood friends feels!

Head Canon: riko knows how to shoot a gun. her father owns one so it makes sense

Unpopular opinion: riko does not need to have bigger boobs in fanart. please stop sexualising a 17 year old girl

A wish: white suit riko please

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: her ever leaving behind sports in any way shape or form. it’s her thing. in the same vein, she should never have to change herself or become more traditionally feminine to be ‘appealing’

5 words to best describe them: perfect perfect perfect perfect perfect

My nickname for them: ai/riri

Aomine

Why I like them: aomine is just a pure, hurting young man that deserves help. he’s passionate, and his fire died down out of no fault of his own. that fire’s reignition through kagami is one of my favorite scenes <3

Why I don’t: he’s perverted as hell and i dislike that. it plays into the ‘brutish dark-skinned pervert’ stereotype which is yikes. also i thought we were done with pervs in anime

Favorite episode (scene if movie): s2 seirin v touou when kagami enters the zone!! aomine’s finally happy and it’s so amazing to watch <3

Favorite season/movie: s2, he finally got happiness and peace of mind

Favorite line: “You’re the best!” there’s just so much of pure joy in this line. he’s so so beside himself that he finally has someone he won’t destroy. kagami sees aomine the person, and that person is so happy, it’s beautiful

Favorite outfit: the leather jacket from the finale lmaooo he looked so cute

OTP: AOKAGA BABY i could write an essay tbh

Brotp: aomomo!! theyre such good friends and bi/lesbian solidarity too!

Head Canon: aomine cannot dance. he has stepped on kagami’s feet multiple times. he has also attempted to twerk when drunk. kuroko recorded the whole thing and uses it as blackmail in case the puppy eyes and “but aomine-kun you didn’t fist bump me back” don’t work

Unpopular opinion: more a fandom thing, but you all need to stop making aomine the aggressive/possessive top/‘seme’. it’s racist as fuck

A wish: aomine goes pro. it’ll be amazing for him, a huge challenge and kagami will be there too so its a win-win ;)

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: he quits again/b-ball loses its allure. aomine at heart is someone who needs passion to drive him so i just want that passion to always burn bright within him

5 words to best describe them: “bastard baby needs a hug”

My nickname for them: dai-chan, momoi rubbed off on me

[chantealatte]

Horrify Me

REQUEST: Hello dear! Can I request a chanyeol smut and fluff. More specifically, you two were watching a horror movie tgt and it gets steamy. Slay me with your writings, sweetie! Love you!

I hope you like it, anon (and anyone else)! It may be more smutty than fluffy, but when it comes to Chanyeol I can’t really control myself - sorry xD lovelovelove 

Enjoy...

It had taken him a long time to convince me to watch a horror movie with him - in fact, I’d made him watch a chick flick he hated first, to test how much he’d do to get me to do his will. Much to my despair, he’d done it without complaining at all. Chanyeol knew exactly how my mind worked. So now, here I was, watching some dumb scary film while we could’ve been doing, I don’t know, anything else. It was date night, but the dismal weather outside put us off of leaving his apartment. Stupid rain. 

I was not a big fan of horror myself, and neither was Chanyeol; he just liked the idea of comforting me if I got scared and looking brave and manly (he admitted this himself). And if this had been your average horror film, he might have gotten his wish - decent ones had the ability to keep me up late at night and leave me too petrified to move, imagining that murderers were standing in the dark corner of my bedroom and waiting for me to make any sign that I knew of their presence before coming to brutally end my life or kidnap me for their own evil purposes. This particular one, however, was plain awful. The actual plot was confusing and terrible, the acting even more dismal, and the ‘jumpscares’ almost laughable. In fact, it was almost scary just because of how bad a film it was. 

I sighed to myself, letting my head fall onto Chanyeol’s shoulder and nuzzling into him. He was warm, another incentive to stay in while the rain slapped against the windows outside. His lips came down to my ear, tickling the delicate skin around it.

“Are you scared?”

“Mm... If it makes you happy then I am”.

“That’s not how it works”.

I laughed, glancing up to see Chanyeol’s pouty expression and his puppy dog eyes gazing down at me. “I’m sorry, but this isn’t exactly the scariest of films, is it? Where did you even get it?”

“I saw people talking about it online... On reflection, I probably should’ve read what they were actually saying about it”, he scratched his head sheepishly and I rolled my eyes. “Don’‘t roll your eyes, how do you think I feel? I went through your stupid movie just so I could watch this!” I snorted, averting my eyes back to the screen.

“It’s a good job I just enjoy spending time with you and that your longness provides me such good cuddles, you know, or else I might have left”.

“Liar”, he scoffed; but I could see a proud grin cross his face out of the corner of my eye. 

After ten minutes of content silence, Chanyeol broke it again with, “Honestly, Y/N, this acting is terrible”.

“You say that as if I can’t tell... Ooooh, Chanyeol!” I whined, wriggling around in impatient irritation, “When is it going to be over?!”

He just laughed rubbing the top of my head affectionately before moving his eyes back to the film. It seemed he was determined to watch the whole thing, reluctant to give into my whinging. I guessed that it was half because he felt bad about making me watch it in the first place, but didn’t want to admit it. Why does he have to be so stubborn... Stupid Chanyeol... My eyes travelled away from the screen and onto my lap, where the hand that had just been on my head now rested. Chanyeol always had warm hands. It was nice. I looked at his hand before picking it up and bringing it right in front of my face. “You have long fingers, Chanyeol”.

“It’s funny that you should sound so surprised, Y/N, I really would’ve thought you’d know that by now”. I just caught his eyes briefly leaving the screen to glance at me with his smug answer, and I immediately felt my face heat up - but, it also occurred to me that this could be a way to put a pause to the film watching for good.

“I don’t know why you think that - I wouldn’t have any way of knowing that at all”, was my innocent reply as I kept my hands glued to his fingers. I could feel his eyes on me.

“Really?”

“Really. It looks like they’d be pretty talented”.

“They are”, I could hear his smirk, “you would know”.

“You’re right; I often listen to you playing the guitar and piano. You’re very good at the fast bits, but sometimes I wonder whether you could improve... Maybe you need a little bit more practice when it comes to your speed... Oooh, so scary, Chanyeol oppa”, I laughed as he growled at my mockery, expecting my plan to work at any second.

The next thing I knew, I was being pinned to the sofa, and Chanyeol’s oh-so-gorgeous eyes were boring into mine. “I can be scary if I want to be, can’t I?” His voice was light and joking, but his eyes were dark, glinting with the lust I had been trying to create. Before I got a chance to reply, his lips were ghosting down my neck, teeth grazing at my skin. My breathes were already beginning to get stuck before they left my mouth, the anticipation I felt already too high. I let out a a moan that was near impossible to hear as Chanyeol sunk his teeth into my neck and begun to suck on the skin. 

“Wh-What are you, are vampire or something..?” His deep chuckle was enough to turn me on even more.

“Would that scare you, jagi?”

“No... Unless you want the answer to be yes!” I added as he bit me harder. He chuckled against my skin again before removing himself from my neck and resting his forehead on mine.

“So I have something to prove to you, do I? Something I need to work on?” My face felt as though it was on fire; I hadn’t meant what I’d said at all, and he knew it, and now I was slightly embarrassed. I said nothing. “You’re quiet now, Y/N-ah... are you scared you won’t be able to take it?”

“I can take it”. We stared at each other in silence, the movie now background noise. Chanyeol’s hand, which had been resting on my shoulder, moved down my body, fingers dancing across my skin, leaving behind what felt like a trail of fire. Ironic. I shuddered, breath hitching, hands balling the fabric of his t-shirt into my fists. His hand continued it’s path down my body until it reached my thigh; this is where it stopped. I looked up at Chanyeol expectantly, not feeling up to his teasing. He was smirking, but wasn’t looking back at me. Instead, he was staring at the area just above my thigh. He began to hum softly and drew gentle, teasing patterns on my skin, edging closer and closer to where I wanted him to be. Damn me for changing into my comfy pyjama shorts. I leant my head back, unable to bear watching him torture me like he was. I closed my eyes, revelling in the attention my boyfriend was giving me, in his gorgeous, deep hum.

“You’re so pretty... jagiya...” I let out a long groan as Chanyeol slowly slid a finger inside me, his hum now one of approval at my reaction. His movements remained slow and precise, and I opened one eye to look down at him. His lower lip was between his teeth, and his face emitted concentration. It turned me on all the more to see how much effort he was making to make sure he proved himself, to make sure I felt good, to see how intently, and how hungrily he was staring at my body. His eyes turned upwards to look at my face, and I was surprised to hear him moan along with me. “Look at you... look at you... You look so damn hot, Y/N... Look how ready you are for me... Look how beautiful you look when you feel good... Fuck, Y/N”, he groaned, squirming a little along with my more violent wriggles of sheer pleasure. He still watched me, and as I looked down at him ready to plead him to go faster, he smirked; it was almost as if he could read my mind. He pulled his one finger out painfully slowly before slamming it back in with the addition of another two. I yelped out, my back arching.

“Chanyeol...! Chanyeol... Ch-Chanyeol!” I whined, my body moving with his fingers without my noticing it. I soon found that the only word that my brain could remember was his name, and he was doing everything he could to encourage my behaviour further. My hands searched for something to grab onto, and they soon found Chanyeol’s hair. I ran and tangled my fingers through his locks, and he let out a low moan as I did so, pushing my legs further apart. The next thing I knew, his mouth was joining his fingers. My heart pounded in my chest as I let out what sounded like a strangled sob. Chanyeol hadn’t really experimented with this before, but it seemed he was naturally gifted. It wasn’t long until I was shaking on the sofa, panting. I was completely subject to Chanyeol’s every action, putty in his hands. I tugged his hair roughly and he growled loudly, nipping my thigh in response to my pull. I whined, my head now hanging over the edge of the sofa. Everything was beginning to become too much to bare, and I was aware that my body wouldn’t be able to take this for much longer, if at all. “B-Babe... Chanyeol, please...” He simply hummed in response, causing vibrations that drove me even more wild than I already was. His tongue was working magic on me, and I was beginning to see stars. “Chanyeol!” It was a warning, a sign that I was on the verge of finishing - but he didn’t remove himself, burying himself further into me, fingers moving impossibly faster somehow. I screamed his name, making sure he knew that he really had proved himself, using his hair to pull him closer and closer to me as I finally found my climax, the feeling like fireworks, explosive and out of control. Chanyeol, after leaving smatters of kisses over my thighs and stomach, came up to kiss me deeply, his hands now mirroring mine and burying themselves in my hair. I smiled softly against his lips, a feeling of exhaustion coming over me. I felt him smile back before he pulled away.

“Good?”

“No”.

“O-Oh..! So-”

“Amazing, Chanyeol”, he sighed in relief, chuckling and resting his forehead on mine. 

We were quiet, both of us tired, before he broke the silence, “An evening well spent, I’d say. If you want, we could - SHIT!”

We both jumped as a horrifyingly piercing scream filled the room. Chanyeol sat up, both of our heads whipping towards the TV screen. The credits to the terrible film were now rolling; we had both completely forgotten about it. Chanyeol turned to look back at me with a satisfied grin.

“Told you I’d scare you”.

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