#waterbottles for the win

[vaelynez]

This isn’t shade more of like, a nitpick of a trope so inconsequential that I’m making a whole post about it.

Y’know that trope where a character gets up in the middle of the night for a glass of water and then something unexpected happens? Like whoa why are you awake or smth idk. You know what I’m talking about, probably.

Is this a purely fictional thing or do none of you have water bottles? I’ve had times where I had to get up to fill it, yes, but you’re having your characters pour a glass of water at 3:50am? Are there people walking to the kitchen for water at ungodly hours of the night? My bedrooms on a whole separate floor and I’m sure someone relates. Also, are you drinking a whole 12 ounces of water in one sitting? Do you not get nauseous after that or is this a chronic illness thing I didn’t realize wasn’t normal? I have pills to take at night, is that why? Am I in the minority here? Do you guys not have like 15 half empty water bottles on your nightstand (or anywhere in your room. Also wouldn’t recommend this because plastic) Are you dirtying a glass cup for funzies? I don’t have the energy to wash 12 cups because I used one every time I wanted water. Is this a regional thing? Maybe it’s regional, I live in the US. I get it if your character is like, 6 and the parental figure doesn’t want them to spill it, but this happens with grown adults and older teens.

I’m not even hating on tap water, tap waters fine, but the inconvenience of it all. I cannot FATHOM. I’m begging you please get a water bottle you don’t deserve this. Water bottles trend and we’re doing THIS? How are you awake enough to not spill it? Again, how are you drinking a whole glass of water in like ten minutes. I don’t drink that much in a day—okay that’s a me problem ignore that.

Anyway give yourself and your character a water bottle and just have them go to the bathroom or something/get a snack from the kitchen because this is all I can think about when I read this trope.

Also this post isn’t serious I’m just goofing. I mean I stand by these points but it’s not that serious don’t take this seriously 😭

[jasperyourmutt]

saw no squirrels on my bike ride..... r u fuckin serious......

[mell0bee]

the fact that ronin picked which monster they would fight is very cute and also very funny. like u gotta wonder. does matt or maybe the rest of the cast show him the minis collection and explain to him what the monsters are? how much does this child know about d&d lore?

[kirillmarchenko]

listen listen the penguins directly correspond to my lack of any sleep:

[charlottehuff]

Today my boss screwed me over and has changed my schedule and reduced my hours compared to what she initially offered, which means I won't be able to afford rent for the foreseeable future.

I have also discovered that uni is way harder than I was expecting and that all the younger people attending are much better at taking notes than I am.

I have officially had a falling out with my roommates to the point of barely exchanging pleasantries anymore.

And my dermatitis is back now that the weather is colder.

But I have also got to use my brand new backpack, water bottle and pencil case, and that thrill alone has kept me from breaking down all day long.

Here are the heroes of today:

[furtherawayy]

I am consuming So Many microplastics but at least I’m drinking water right

[chaotic-toasters]

Invisible

TW: Bad-ish mental health

Chelsea!Reader

Ex-UNC!Reader

I don't think this makes any sense but whtvs

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Transfer to Chelsea, they said. It'll be fun, they said. Well, you said that they were wrong.

You signed for Chelsea under the promise of playing time and friendship, only to be immediately benched and left to wander the halls of Cobham by yourself.

In hindsight, it was a stupid decision to join the Blues. The winning WSL side had no need for you on their already stacked roster, and in no way were you going to be able to compete with the likes of Zecira Musovic and Hannah Hampton.

You'd once been told that only truly deserving and talented people could reach the professional level of a sport, but you were seriously doubting it. You weren't a quitter, but you were genuinely wondering if you should wait for your 23rd birthday next year to announce your retirement or if you should just announce it now. You were still young, and you weren't about to waste any more of your life waiting for your footballing career to blossom.

It was funny, you thought, how the same cycle just kept repeating. When you played in your home state of Chicago for the Red Stars, you'd sat on the bench and watched Alyssa Naeher, your captain and USWNT starting keeper, guard the net, but you'd at least been happy, being good friends with most of your teammates. Then, during your time at Manchester United, Marc Skinner had promised you that you'd play in games against easier opponents. You never did, always internally scolding yourself for believing that he would want to play you. Now, at Chelsea, you were all alone, not a familiar face or start in sight. The only time you'd been in the net during games was in college, where you'd been head of the DoD for UNC. That time was long gone, though.

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"Y/N!" you almost missed Emma calling your name, too busy wondering if anyone would notice if you napped on the bench during the match. It was against Arsenal, but you were practically invisible to your teammates and the media alike.

"Yes?" you glanced up from the ground, only half-paying attention.

"Zecira isn't here and Hannah can't play on with that calf. You're going in."

"Okay." You didn't move, your manager's words not registering in your brain.

She stared at you. "Aren't you gonna go get your gloves?"

"Oh, right." You took off towards the changing room, grabbing your gloves, waterbottle, and blinding-white sweat towel that you'd had for the past three years.

When you went back outside, Emma patted you on the shoulder, offering you a word of advice and reminding you that the score was nil-nil.

It was embarrassingly quiet when you jogged into goal, the only cheers being a few quiet Chelsea fans in a sea of blue. You just shook your head to yourself, bouncing on the balls of your feet as play started up again. No distractions.

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A breakaway in the 51st minute had you barking orders at your backline, but none of your defenders were fast enough to catch up. Stina Blackstenius was sprinting at you full-force as you came out of your goal, and though her body shifted to the left and she passed the ball between her feet, you noticed how her eyes momentarily flicked upwards. Your hand instinctively shot up, smacking the ball away like a cat would a toy on a string, and as it flew over the crossbar, the entire stadium was silent other than the soft pitter-patter of rain on the roof.

The roar of the crowd rang out seconds later, and the Arsenal players eyed you with a newfound wariness as Steph Catley ran to take the corner kick.

"Hey," someone whispered, nudging you. "That was sick. I knew you still had it in you."

You glanced up and smiled. "Thanks, Foxy."

She ran back, sharing a few words with your other former UNC teammates, Alessia and Lotte, the three of them giving you small smiles as the whistle blew.

You came out of the net again as the ball came flying into the box, jumping up over Blackstenius again and swatting it away once more. The cheers from the Chelsea fans was deafening, drowning out whatever Emma was yelling to you from the sidelines.

Chelsea forwards and Arsenal defenders chased after the ball into the Arsenal half, leaving you, your defenders, and Arsenal forwards in your half. "Hey," Alessia called, giving you a little wave from the edge of your box. "Nice saves."

You waved back. "Thanks."

"You haven't changed a bit from Uni," she commented, jogging away. "Reflexes sharp as ever."

"You haven't changed either," you grinned. "Clumsy as ever."

Her head whipped back around indignantly. "Hey!"

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It was strange being a part of your teammates' conversations. It was as if you'd been invisible before the match, and each save slowly made you appear before their eyes. They'd met you with smiles and claps on the back after the game, all too happy to secure a tie in the wake of losing their first two keepers. You could care less about your current teammates, though. The ones who really mattered were your old ones.

"We totally would have won if Chelsea didn't have you," Emily scoffed jokingly, giving you a light push. "You saved their asses."

You pushed her back with a shit-eating grin, lowering your voice. "I'll be saving your asses instead soon enough."

Lotte spit out her water onto Alessia, who shrieked in disgust. "Really?!"You snickered. "Yeah. Don't tell anyone, though."

Alessia pinched her jersey in her fingers, airing it out. "Have you thought about this? The Chelsea fans aren't going to like that at all. Trust me, I know."

"I don't care," you shrugged. "I'll be happy at Arsenal, and I know I'll get playing time."

"Well, we can't wait to see you at Colney," Lotte grinned. "Arsenal red will look great on you."

You grinned back. "I know it will."

[blockedbykei]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?

🏐 — kageyama tobio x f!reader

— synopsis: kageyama always had one agenda in his life: volleyball. it just so happens that you seemed to challenge him even more than the sport has ever done in his life.

- warnings: pro player!kageyama, frenemies to lovers, volleyball player!reader, swearing, kageyama being too obsessed with volleyball while also being obsessed with you, angst to fluff. lyrics taken from "slut!" by taylor swift but the story isn't actually based on the song lol

— parts: i, ii, iii, iv

i; being this young is art

kageyama only had one agenda settled in his life: volleyball.

every day, every second and every minute that took up his life, he'd spent it with his feet on the court, his sweat dripping down his body, his eyes on the ball, and his ears listening to the sweet sound of the ball richocheting off every corner of the gymnasium.

he felt like he couldn't live without the feeling of the blue and yellow leather being spiked with his palm, or the way it felt on his fingers when he sets it, or how the impact felt on his wrists. it was his craving, his air, his life.

was it an exaggeration? others may say so. kageyama thinks it's simply his passion.

and then he would eat and eat until all that food would turn into muscle. on mornings he would go on jogs, afternoons would be spent in courts, evenings would be spent planning how his next game could occur.

serve. set. receive. spike. repeat.

it was a cycle he'd run around until his heart would stop beating and his legs had run out of life. he never had any other responsibilities to stress himself out on (except his studies, of course). his love, attention, and care– all on volleyball.

so it was no surprise if someone were to find him spending his free time in the gym, with waterbottles aligned by the net, practicing alone because his team decided to use their rest days to actually rest rather than exert all their energy in practice and lose it all when the game arrives.

"oi, kageyama!"

to his surprise, he looks at the doors and sees hinata's bright tangerine hair illuminating the room. kageyama didn't expect that his rival stood at the doors of his team's gym, let alone see him in casual clothes rather than the ones he wore when he played.

"what are you doing here?" he snickers, catching the ball he had previously set before the interruption. "this isn't your team, dumbass."

"i know that," hinata snarls. "come join us! our teams are gonna go out and have some drinks."

"what for?"

"to celebrate our victory."

kageyama groans. "boastful dumbass."

"do you have any other word in your vocabulary other than 'dumbass'?"

"yes," he throws the ball and shoots it to the cart of other balls, picking up the waterbottles aligned. "idiot."

hinata charges at him.

his small albeit heavy body topples kageyama to the ground, his back hitting the floor and the bottles thrown astray from the impact. kageyama groans and pushes him off when hinata's knee presses accidentally on his stomach.

"get off me, you tiny dumba– idiot!"

a couple minutes of rowdiness created by the pair, and kageyama finds himself stepping foot into a small party surrounded by people he has grown up with– those who taught him how to be better, to be a good sport, how to win.

he was clad in a blue simple shirt and jeans, feeling a little underdressed by his friends who wore casual yet elegant clothing that suited their personalities best. he approaches atsumu first, the blonde twin smiling brightly at the sight of kageyama nearing with his hands in his pockets.

"tobio-chan!" he exclaims, an arm extended to wrap around kageyama's shoulders. "take it you were practicing again, huh?"

"yes," he answers, taking the beer bokuto enthusiastically offers him. "i don't want to waste my free time not practicing."

"you spend so much time improving yet you remain mediocre at best," tsukishima snickers, taking a light sip of his beer. "at ease, your majesty."

"i'm 21!" hinata pleads, showing the bartender three valid ids. "i'm of age! i'm allowed to drink! atsumu, please tell him i'm of age."

"give him something to drink," atsumu smiles. "it's past his bed time so he's talking nonsense. give him apple juice and he'll think it's beer."

"atsumu-chan!"

kageyama hollers, the warm liquid inside the beer bottle sloshing from his jovial movements. it all feels nostalgic– he feels as if he's back at training camp, except with the presence of atsumu and sakusa, whom he had met at the all youth training; with the addition of ushijima and oikawa's presence.

everyone was here– those he had considered rivals at the opposite ends of the gymnasium, now sharing laughs and stories like they had all been best friends since the beginning of volleyball's existence.

divided by talents and hard work, united by volleyball.

and he was there for hours, talking about nothing but volleyball, except the occasional school talks. kageyama's body unwinds at the familiar environment, the alcohol in his system temporarily taking over his usual tense demeanor.

kageyama was in the middle of ordering another drink when he sees you.

his chest fumes.

you're a seat apart from him, elbows on the counter, dress tight around your body. the scarlet hues of your attire reflecting beautifully underneath the dim lights of the bar. your hair hangs loosely over your shoulders, and suddenly you looked entirely different from the woman he sees on the court– sweaty and tired, bare faced, hair up in a ponytail, agitated yet pumped up with adrenaline at the same time.

your red lips leave a stain on the rocks glass. kageyama clears his throat.

your head darts to his direction. and your eyebrows shoot up in amusement. "kageyama tobio. what a nice surprise."

"nice to see you're dressed like a girl." kageyama puts his elbow on the counter, a strand of hair touching the space above his left eyebrow. your chin tilts up at his backhanded compliment.

"nice to see you have your head out of your ass."

"it happens once in a while." he shrugs, placing the rim of the beer on his lips. you mirror him, sipping on what he assumes to be whiskey. it leaves him impressed. "you're a hard drinker."

"you drink like you're a teenager." you snort. "beer, really? you're at a classy bar and you're drinking beer?"

he cocks his head behind him to show his tipsy friends, cheeks reddened from the alcohol that is taking over their senses little by little. "it's what they offered me."

"you're here to celebrate the black jackals' victory, right?" you spin on your seat, fully facing him. your legs cross and your heel bounces on your bare leg, leg jerking. your nail traces the lips of your glass. "did it hurt your tiny little ego, tobio-chan?"

"i want to hurt your little ego."

"seems like i just hurt it again."

"(y/n)!" kuroo booms behind kageyama, his arms spread to approach you into a hug. you accept it, wrapping your arms around his buff figure, your head in the middle of his chest. kageyama clutches his bottle tightly. "nice to see you here."

"victories should be celebrated," you smile up at him.

kageyama remembers the recent victory of your team in the women's division, ranking second. you were their wing spiker, the main source of the team's consecutive scoring; albeit you weren't their ace, so that fact was enough to lighten his spirits.

"oh! congratulations then, pretty girl," kuroo combs your hair and kisses your cheek. this bond that he sees remains to leave his queries unanswered– he doesn't know when and how you became close wth kuroo, but he knows damn well it didn't happen during high school.

kuroo's lips on your cheek, the smile on your face, the innocence, the close friendship. something pokes on kageyama's brain, and his eye twitches.

"thanks, kuroo."

he walks away and leaves the two of you again. your body rotates to face the counter fully, letting kageyama stare at the sides of your body. he huffs. "where's your team?"

"over there," you cock your head to the side. his eyes follow the crowd of girls laughing somewhat drunkenly, talking loudly about the recent events of your match. "left them alone 'cause i needed another drink."

"okay," is all he says. it's all he ever really says to every person. though the silence that follows is comfortable to him, because kageyama was never really a talker unless it was triggered by anger (thus, he only ever really yelled at hinata, which makes up the most of his loud moments).

you didn't seem to mind the silence, either. you twist your wrist to see the ice cubes rock against one another in your drink, lips pursed, your tongue poking the inside of your cheek. when you bring your glass up to your crimson lips, kageyama speaks again—

"do you wanna get out of here and play with me?"

you almost choke on your drink, eyes widening as you slowly spin to face him. he sees a slight disturbance in your eyes to which he can't figure out the reason why. "what?"

"you know, like, play volleyball with me?"

"oh," you laugh. "we're here at the bar for a reason, tobio-chan. we can't always play volleyball for every second of every day."

kageyama scoffs. "lame."

"excuse me?"

"LAME," he says loudly.

you seethe, eyes narrowing. you slam your glass on the counter, a light rattling sound emitting. you grab your purse that was on your lap tightly, hopping down the seat.

"me? lame? guess which one of us won." you poke your tongue at him. "i'll show you who's lame, loser. calling me lame. who the fuck are you calling lame?!"

you mutter the last sentences, though kageyama laughs behind you as you trail away from him and towards your teammates, bidding your goodbye. their drunken states barely brought the thought of questioning into their minds as they mindlessly let you go.

kageyama, on the other hand, seemed to find difficulty into making the situation innocent— bringing a girl home you met at the bar wasn't a situation that lacked innuendo.

"kageyama, you're bringing a girl home?" hinata pips in surprise. "is- is that (y/n)? you're going to bring her home?!"

"i won't bring her home, dumbass." he snarls. "we're just– gonna toss balls at each other."

"what kind of foreplay are you into?" atsumu snorts. "you're supposed to let her touch your balls."

kageyama shivers. "that's disturbing."

"oi, asshole," you throw your coat on you, easily slipping your arms into each sleeve. kageyama thinks the coat you're wearing was something you grabbed last minute; it did nothing to contrast nor match your dress. it makes him raise a brow. "ready to go?"

"yes," he takes his coat from one of the couches his team sits on. he claps ushijima's back to nods in acknowledgement, ignoring the teasing hollers of his tipsy friends. you blow a kiss to kuroo that sticks a stem of thorns on kageyama's eyes.

🏐 —

the cold never seemed to leave japan no matter the weather. despite this, you're both still comfortable enough in your thick coats that covered your thin clothing.

the snowflakes fall on your hair, melting tiny wet spots at your scalp. there are some that fall on your eyelashes, at the tip of your nose, but it's nothing to you now.

you didn't expect kageyama to bring you at an alleyway beside the bar. you didn't expect that this is what you would be doing at an alleyway. the fact that kageyama had a ball in his car was expected, but it was something you found endearing nonetheless.

your instincts allowed your wrists to seamlessly catch the ball kageyama tosses to you.

"you know, i'd expect that you'd bring a girl back to your apartment, share stories, maybe give her a kiss or two–" kageyama begins to blush, "–but i also don't know why you bringing a girl out to play volleyball does not surprise me."

"just like i always tell you– i don't like spending my time on things that won't improve my skills."

"take it easy, dude," you catch the ball with your hands, keeping it between your palms. "at this rate, you're going to die a virgin."

"who says i'm a virgin?"

"i see you almost piss yourself when you talk to a girl," you snort, tossing the ball back to him.

"i don't piss myself when i talk to you."

"well, thank god you don't." kageyama sneers. "you'll make yourself look even more like a loser. loser of all losers."

the sneer on his face softens just a tiny bit, which is caused by the way you smile at how you had to bend your knees to receive his petty toss.

his heart mimics skipping stones at a quiet lake.

"'m not a loser," he huffs. "dumbass."

you catch the ball between your hands and hurl it at him. "don't call me a dumbass!"

kageyama ducks, yelping loudly. when he returns to his usual stance, he offers you a threatening glare that makes you spin on your heels and bolt, exiting the alleyway. he yells for you, following suit, almost slipping on his shoes from the melted ice on the cemented ground.

your laugh echoes in the midnight streets of tokyo, roads idle and buildings closed. the sound of your heels meeting the cobblestone ground taps his ears like a rhythm, your giggles akin to melodies of a harp. kageyama barely spares a pant, his feet almost catching up to you.

your hair blows past your face, your coat floating in the air; and the wind leaves cold kisses on his face, getting inside his nose that makes it turn red, his sinuses hurting from the crisp impact. he yells your name and you flip him off.

perhaps it was the beer in his system that makes him woozy, the glow of the streetlights becoming blurry. maybe it was because of the sudden whiplash he faces when you duck and he accidentally topples over your bending body, landing on his back on a loud thump.

your laugh scratches his ears irritatingly.

"do you see what i mean?" you bend, placing your hands on your knees. "take it easy. you're too in the moment that you end up hurting yourself."

the pain trembles on his spine, his hair damp on his forehead. he glares at you, his breath evident as it leaves his panting mouth. you offer your hand and he takes it. "don't tell me how to function."

"alright man," you drop his hand, and kageyama falls to the ground again as you raise your hands in mock defeat. "just a friend looking out for you."

kageyama groans, standing up and dusting his pants off. "you're not my friend,"

there's barely any hurt that flashes your eyes; you know he's joking. "ouchie, tobio-chan." you pout, hands clutching each other over your heart. "you really do know how to hurt a girl."

he huffs, like a petulant child. "let's go back to the bar."

you don't realize how far you've gotten away when you begin to walk, your elbows brushing against his, hands warming inside your coat's pockets. kageyama was no longer scowling, his lips pressed into a flat line and staring right ahead.

to your surprise, he asks: "how do you– function without playing volleyball?"

you feel yourself calm down, body relaxing at the warmth kageyama radiates. you look up at him. "there's more to life than volleyball, 'd you know that?" you start softly. "there's nothing wrong with playing a sport for the rest of your life, but i'm just longing for this sense of accomplishment that's different from what i feel when i win a match."

kageyama stares blankly at you, though you could see the gears spinning slowly behind his eyes. "you... you want to be more accomplished?"

"yeah." you let out a sigh. there's hesitance when you open your mouth, like you're unsure if kageyama is the person you should be telling it to.

he hopes you tell him.

that sense of accomplishment— he doesn't know what you're talking about. he's only ever known the elation of winning a match, the confidence that he gains knowing everyone else was also relying on his decisions, realizing that each choice he made brought his team to success. that feeling was addicting, like a drug, something that he chased over and over again.

the feeling of winning in volleyball was all he ever knew. but now—

now he wonders if maybe that feeling was something that's not permanent; that maybe he should be looking for more than just that rush. he wants to know what you're thinking and see what he's missing in his life.

"it's why..." you blink, eyelashes grazing your cheeks as you do so. the gloss over your lips has matted from the cold air, bottom lip getting lost between your teeth. you let out a shaky, nervous sigh. "i'm quitting volleyball."

kageyama snaps his head to you. "what?!"

"yeah," you laugh nervously, shoulders raising. "i've been playing volleyball since i was middle school, tobio. i'm 21, i think it's time to start something new."

his eyebrows furrow. "okay... w-why?"

"kageyama," you say softly. "we can't always live on the rush we get everytime the whistle blows and we've won. there's always more than just tossing balls in a match."

he's a little slow. "uhuh..."

you laugh tiredly. "what i'm trying to say is that volleyball isn't the only battle we have in our life. and i want to win those other battles." you say, then add: "you know, in an analogical kind of way."

"okay." he says. "i get it." just a little.

"which is why tomorrow, i'm officially retired. we're not only just celebrating our victory, y'know," there's a small skip in your step, and when you sniffle, it's a little blocked. "it's kind of like a... what do you call it? going away party? no, that's not right..."

kageyama tunes out the rest of your loud pondering. despite finding you the most irritating being in existence, he feels the slightest bit of dejection at your departure. and he thinks he may lose you the minute you step out– that he'd no longer get to talk to you, practice with you outside of his team;

that after all the years he's known you, he's afraid you're turning your back on something you've both bonded on.

"work with me," he steps in front of you, stopping you in your tracks. you give him an incredulous frown.

"what?"

"be my personal trainer then."

"kageyama, i didn't quit volleyball just so i could work in something related to volleyball. i'm trying to swerve from the sport, y'know?"

"you're not going to train me volleyball." he shakes his head, his hair falling to his sides, ending just above his ears. "you're just... going to help me... be interested in something other than volleyball?"

"so you want me to take up a job where i'm like your concerned mother who wants you to have a life, is that it?"

"n-no! fuck's sake..." you raise your brow at him. "i'm saying that... that you will be like- my- um- personal... assistant?"

"fuck no," you guffaw. "you're ridiculous! are you even going to pay me?"

he stiffens. "i... i'll have to ask m-management for that."

"geez, tobio," you look to the side, baffled by his abrupt conditions. "you know i could just help you find other hobbies as your... acquaintance, right? i don't need to have an official position for you or anything.

he flinches at the word acquaintance.

"besides... why me?"

"because..." he breathes out, like he's been holding his breath for a long time. "i've known you since high school and... you're the only one i'm not shy to look embarrassing to."

your face softens, eyebrows raising. your hand comes out of your pocket and places itself on his bicep. his blush is overpowered by the cold's brutal nipping.

"i can't help you, tobio," you tell him, your lips turning into a flipped smile of empathy. his shoulders slump. "see you around."

you walk past him, and he turns his head to watch you walk away. kageyama thinks he's seen this before, that bite in his heart from seeing your back to him because of something kageyama has stupidly caused. it's all too familiar.

a little too painful.

and he's scared to lose you again.

🏐 —

his phone dings at 4:30am.

you. Am i going to be paid? 4:30am

the sleep on his eyes are flickered away from his sudden energy. kageyama sits up and props himself against his bed frame, clumsily holding his phone between his calloused fingers.

kageyama. like i said, i'll have to ask management. why the sudden question? 4:31am

the gray bubbles on your side appear and disappear for what seems to be five excruciating times. his heart pounds rapidly, fingers trembling.

you. Realized I can't get a good job immediately, lol. This could be a good starter. I'm sacrificing all the ego I've built over the years just so I could work for you. 4:33am

kageyama. WITH me. 4:33am

you. Okay. 4:33am

there's a pause. he doesn't close his phone yet because he knows you're staring at your phone just like he is.

he likes it when he's correct too.

you. Please text me immediately when you've asked your management. Look forward to working WITH you. 4:34am

there's a sense of hope fluttering in him.

suddenly there's a path opening from the cycle he's been running on since his youth. he brazenly follows it.

this is a series haha i won't be telling you how they already know each other u guys just have to wait for the next part

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

[jflemings]

— raso’s piper’s ribbons

pairing: hayley raso x child!oc {piper’s world}

synopsis: piper thinks hayley can fly

warnings: a short and sweet one bc i love this dynamic and just don’t write about it enough

୧ ‧₊˚ 🎗️⋅ ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

piper loves all her aunties. every single one of them, biological or not. she loves laughing with guro and katie, and riding on macca’s shoulders. she loves getting to be leah and steph’s mascot and she loves it when erin sneaks her sweets behind jessie’s back at lunch.

piper also loves watching her aunties play football. she loves kyra’s slide tackles and mini’s yellow cards, and she loves watching sam score goals.

what she loves most of all, however, is watching hayley fly.

sometimes, if hayley pushes hard enough, piper swears she can see her grow wings that lift her down the pitch effortlessly. the tails of her hair ribbon flutter through the air and follow her like streaks of yellow and teal, leaving nothing but a blur in their wake as she outruns the opponent.

before every game piper asks if hayley’s going to fly and without fail everytime, the winger assures her that she’ll fly just for her.

tonight is no different.

mini passes it up to emily, who draws the other team’s defenders in and then sweeps the ball straight past them and to the feet of raso. she streaks down the field effortlessly like a blur as she grows wings and flies.

the goal, too, is effortless. she takes a split second to line it up, pulls back with ease, and then lets it rip straight into the back of the net, putting the tillies in front 2-1.

piper jumps up along with tony, her little arms in the air as she roars in delight. hayley holds out her arms like a plane and zooms around in celebration before you and ellie catch her on her back, pulling her into a group hug.

piper jumps up and down before mimicking hayley and holding out her arms, running up and down the bench like she’s just scored. caitlin, nevs and polks clap for her as she does so, the smile never wiping off their faces as piper returns back to her seat.

hayley gets subbed off before you and takes a waterbottle and all the congratulations the team and staff have to offer her before she squeezes herself in between caitlin and teagan. piper wastes no time and appears by her side before she can even sit down.

she places her little hands on hayley’s knees and jumps in excitement “i saw you fly! i saw you fly!”

“i told you i would” hayley smiles as she winks “just for you, of course”

she lifts piper onto her lap and turns her around so that she can still watch you on the pitch “mummy remembered my ribbon this time!” she says cheerfully as she gets settled “and nini said she’ll get me some red and white ones so that i can wear them when i watch canada”

“no blue ones for chelsea?” hayley questions. caitlin makes a noise of disapproval from beside her.

“no way” piper says cheekily “auntie leah says no”

“and auntie leah’s right” caitlin interjects “you’re arsenal’s little mascot, aren’t you?” she tickles piper’s sides, making the child erupt in giggles. she squirms in hayley’s lap and the winger wraps her arms tightly around her.

“hayley help me!” piper laughs

“i’ll protect you!” she says, making a show of pushing caitlin’s dancing hands away “no more tickle monster caitlin”

piper blows a raspberry “yeah caitlin, no more tickle monster!”

caitlin puts her hands up in defeat and pretends to hide away from hayley’s playful glare “alright, alright! i relent! you win!”

hayley nods affirmatively but keeps her firm hold on piper, pulling her back against her front so that she can lean back against her chair.

australia keep the lead all the way to the end and you play the full 90 minutes, a sigh of relief leaving your lips as you clap to the crowd. instead of piper jumping off the bench and running straight to you, however, she keeps ahold of hayley and the two of them makes their own round of the stadium.

piper collects friendship bracelets and messily signs posters and a few of your jerseys, remaining shy under the attention of so many people. if raso has to put her down it’s only for a photo and only for a minute or two before she lifts your daughter back into her safe hold.

“you two are matching!” a journalist points out as he holds his phone up to record the short interview “we see that a lot. do you and hayley match all the time?”

piper nods shyly “i like matching with hayley”

hayley smiles “we do it every game don’t we?”

“yeah” piper answers “because i want to be like hayley when i grow up”

the journalist nods kindly “do you want to play football when you grow up?”

“i want to be a matilda” piper says loudly and with more confidence.

“they’re not just raso’s ribbons anymore are they? they’re piper’s ribbons too”

hayley smiles widely and proudly “she’s gonna take over the trademark soon! just watch her”

[shubblelive]

— FRIENDLY COMPETITION

summary : you and tommy have been dating for months, and there's a million things you love about him. however, you're usually not doing that in front of your entire audience. but after a surprising mcc debut, what's one more good thing?

genre : fluff

warnings: mentions of reader breaking a bone as a kid

pairing : cc!tommyinnit x fem!cc!reader

pronouns : she/her, reader is tommy's girlfriend

featuring : cc!tommyinnit, cc!philza (mentioned), cc!smajor (mentioned), cc!shubble (mentioned), cc!orionsound (mentioned)

request : I was wondering if you could do a fic where y/n (with fem pronouns) is a streamer and wins her fist mcc and when she wins Tommy comes into her room and is so excited that she won that forgets they hadnt told the internet they were dating and kisses her <3

word count : 1.1k

note : i love writing for tommy so much but unfortunately i don't get a lot of ideas, so whenever i get reqs for him i get super excited. for context, i wrote this around mcc 26 because it's my favourite (i KNOW it's almost a year old at this point, like i said it's my favourite). reader replaces fruitberries on the violet vampires team, he won that mcc with phil, oli and shelby, so you can probably tell why it's my favourite lmao but also i feel like tommy would call you girlfriend in place of a petname, i think it's cute. i hope you enjoy angel <333

When you were six, you broke your wrist. You and a group of your classmates had been out at lunch in the playground, engaged in an intense monkey bars contest when you fell. You didn’t remember much, the ambulance ride to A&E, maybe. Being comforted in your hospital bed as you awaited X-ray results with cuddles and cookies, definitely. Not a lot of pain, not a lot of suffering. You never got back on the monkey bars after that though. Competing with the other kids just felt like a bad idea after that. You learned to run your own race, and you’d been living like that for over a decade.

Your left hand twinged, aching slightly. Maybe it was that the bones never realigned on your wrist, but it was most likely due to the intense keyboard-pressing you’d been doing for the last five hours. You weren’t big on MCC, you were a builder rather than a combative player, and that suited you just fine. You tuned in once a month, sure, but that was mainly to support. You and Tommy had been dating for eight whole MCCs now, and he’d been the one to encourage you to apply. 

Your shooting skills were… fine. You knew how to play the game, of course, you’d been playing it for over half your life. You just didn’t do much of it recently, hence the two hour practice you’d taken before the start of the event. The first game had been Parkour Warrior, which happened to be your best. The early confidence boost (combined with the encouraging messages you and Tommy had been exchanging on Discord between each event, unbeknownst to your chats) had helped you - you’d come in second overall. But by the fifth game your team wasn’t even in the top 5. You were nervous, worried about letting your team down but, as Phil rightfully pointed out you had “did the best out of all of us, dude.” You’d been really lucky with your team. Everyone on it was someone you knew at least vaguely. You’d spoken to Phil a bunch since starting your relationship with Tommy, and he’d been a big help. Shelby and Oli, your other two teammates were both complete sweethearts and you’d loosened up massively since the beginning of the event. 

Things picked up after SkyBattle, and no one in your chat even noticed when you and Tommy took breaks at the same time (two waterbottle refills and a reassuring kiss that had you on your A-Game for the last hour and a half of the event). 

And then came DodgeBolt. 

Your shooting skills were fine. Truly, but your entire team getting killed in less than five minutes leaving you and Scott in the arena alone. You were silent, focusing too hard on not dying to even think about addressing your chat. Phil was murmuring encouragement into the VC that you were actively tuning out in an attempt to concentrate. Tommy was sitting at his desk three rooms away, quiet as a mouse. He hadn’t moved in so long that his chat had started spamming lag. He had been trying not to be too obvious about it, but it was you versus the manager of the event engaged in a 1v1 for your first time in the contest. Your hand was cramping and you were biting the inside of your cheek so hard it was painful, but you had an arrow and a shot. Scott had an arrow as well, and you knew that if you left it any longer he’d get you, so you let your instincts take over and let it go. 

VIOLET VAMPIRES TAKE THE CROWN!

Shelby was screaming in the VC before you could comprehend what had just happened, and before you could even move arms were around you. Your office door had swung open as your golden retriever of a boyfriend all but lifted you out of your chair, pressing a proud kiss to your lips. 

“Oh my god,” you murmured, face hidden in the blue fabric of his shirt. “I won?”

“You won!” Tommy was yelling, grin taking over his face.

You let out a squeal of delight as you kissed the corner of his mouth in return, your temple being peppered with supportive kisses. “I won! Chat, oh my god-” You turned back towards your stream and were suddenly struck with the fact that you were, in fact, broadcasting this live. “Chat. Oh my god.”

Tommy was suddenly very still. You did a double take between your monitor, chat zipping past so fast it was making your head spin, and your boyfriend. You had about three seconds to make a move before it was awkward and you already knew that the cat was out of the bag. You’d be trending on twitter within an hour if you weren’t already. 

“Chat, I won!” You turned back to Tommy, wrapping your arms around his neck. Tommy was stiff, but you pressed a kiss to his jawline, right below his ear, out of frame of your camera. “We’re okay, boyfriend,” your voice was soft as you held him, his hands coming up on your back, squeezing you tightly. 

That snapped him out of it, and suddenly the two of you were back to screaming. “I’m so proud of you,” you were swaying on the spot, you gazing past his arm to your monitor, evidence of your win right there on your screen.

“I love you,” he kissed your hairline. “Girlfriend.”

He had to get back to his chat eventually and you needed to get back in the VC with the rest of your team members, exchanging congratulations. You hung around on the server for another twenty minutes before excusing yourself and finishing up the stream. You and Tommy had both silently agreed to not address what had happened and you reconvened in the hallway half an hour after the end of the event. Sitting on the sofa, you pulled out your phone and were immediately introduced to the downside of having a famous boyfriend. His full weight was put on your, your phone slipping out of your grasp and between the couch cushions. He mumbled into your neck. “No twitter. Don’t care.”

Your hands delved into his curls as he closed his eyes. “But-”

He lifted his head off your chest to glare at you and you missed the weight. “Fine. But you’re ordering me dinner after my spectacular win.”

He laughed, rumble of his chest spreading warmly throughout your entire body. “You don’t even need your phone, see. You’ve got me, and don’t worry, yes I called the papers to tell them how well you did. Being a girlfriend gets you perks.”

“Being a boyfriend gets you perks, too.” You point out.

Tommy lifted his head again, only slightly, eyebrows raised. You kissed him one more time and he nodded, content. “I think maybe I win, actually.”

[hoe4sports]

“If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.”

Caroline Graham Hansen x reader

A/N: No triggers, just fluff. You are a Norwegian playing assistant coach. Revised 31/05.

You looked at Caroline with tears in your eyes as you nodded. The tall Norwegian woman was standing in front of you on one knee with probably the most flashy and expensive looking ring you had ever seen. “Ja, Caroline!” You said as you were jumping up and down in excitement. Caroline stood up and picked the ring up from the box as she placed it on your finger. “Fits like a glove, Kjære» she said as she kissed your hand romantically. You suddenly recognised the ring as you gasped ruining the bliss of the moment. “This is the ring from the shop?” You said as you looked closely at the ring. “Yes, we can always get it back exchanged if you don’t like it, I can even get you another one. Just tell me and I’ll tak-“ she begun rambling not being the one to fuss about prices or money. You had grown up poor, and you were right now wearing a ring that costed more than your grandparents house. “This was expensive Caroline! You shouldn’t be spending so much of your hard earned money on me!” You stated as you gasped. Caroline hugged her body into yours and embraced you while she kissed your head. “When it comes to you, I don’t look at prizetags, Skatt”

The next morning we got up to work as usual. We had been together for only a year leading up to this engagement, but Caroline had suddenly figured out that she wanted to get married and she wanted kids. If that were to happen while she was still young, then we had to act quick. Caroline wasn’t really keen on marriage when you had met her which was seemingly obvious as she was 30 years old and had yet to have a girlfriend. You still hadn’t told anyone about your relationship at all. She had made a somewhat anonymous post on her instagram earlier, but nobody picked up that it was you on the picture.

The girls were chattering away as you entered the warderobe, silently going to my cubby while putting my cleats on. Caroline slipped in a few minutes later just like we always did. Ingrid and Mapi was chattering about if they were to get a dog or a cat next while Alexia was in one of her moods. You were tying your hair up when someone vocals a shock as everyone turned silent. You turned around to see Alexia pointing to my hand. “Aios mio! That’s a ROCK!!” She screamed while holding up your hand. “Look at the size of this rock!! Where did you get it??” she screamed as she adored it. Caroline was looking somewhat proud in her corner but she didn’t speak. Ingrid then put two pieces together and came to the realisation that it was in fact an engagement ring. “It’s- Are you engaged?” The Norwegian screamed overly excited while jumping up and down. The intensity of the room increased as everyone was waiting for an answer. You nodded and the girls broke out in cheers and applause. “Who is the lucky one?” Ingrid asked as she looked closely at the ring. You hesitated for a second, “alexia” I said jokingly. Alexia turned around and nodded as if she was in on it “si, jealous Ingrid?” Alexia spat out. “That makes sense, it looks like something none of us could afford!” Ingrid states. “I didn’t even knew you had a girlfriend! Congratulations doll!” Ona said as she inspected the ring closely. Alexia laughed “well, If we need someone to help us win, we will just let Benedicte tackle them. That monstrosity of a rock can take an eye out!” The girls all laughed as you laughed with them and you shook head. You taped up your ring and then we ran out for practice.

The practice was rough, and you had to skip to the warderobe as you forgot your waterbottle. When you entered, you saw Caroline getting ready for her physio appointment. “Well look at that pretty girl with that pretty ring” she said as she smiled and reached for my hand. She kissed it and you giggled. “What would your girlfriend say about this huh?” She said as she kissed you quickly as you both smiled into the kiss. You loved her silly side, but she rarely showed it to anyone but you. “MAMMA, MAM-“ you turned around and there she was in all her glory. The daughter of Mapi and Ingrid. She definitely was Mapi’s daughter as she was way too curious for her own good. You and Ingrid grew up together, so you knew the toddler well. “MAMMA, TANTE KISSED CARO” the toddler screamed as you chased her down the field to her parents. “SHHH” Ingrid said as she tried to shut the toddler down. Mapi was standing next to her shocked and oblivious. “No, no Caroline, that’s not cool! She got engaged dude, that’s disgusting!” Mapi said as she spat out her words. Ingrid smacked Mapi in the back of her head leaving her toddler to giggle. “Are you dumb or did someone drop you on your head as a child?” She hissed as the situation now had escalated leaving the girls to stand around us. Caroline was behind you laughing hysterically and you were red as a tomato.

“Caroline, you shouldnt be laughin-“ Mapi started again but got cut off by Ingrid. “Herregud! Use your braincells please” she said as she shook her head. “What? Oh-“ Mapi trailed off as she realised it. “She is engaged to Caroline you absolute baboon” Ingrid said as she shook her head not believing that her partner could be this amount of oblivious. Everyone started cheering, congratulating and you all celebrated on the field together.

Graham95 One of us is gonna have to get a new jersey.

Liked by 284.937 and Y/I/N.

Ingrid_Engen: The cat is finally out of the bag! Congrats 🫶🏼🫶🏼

GuroP: The newest Norwegian powerhouse.

Marialeonn16: I’m oblivious but obsessed

Y/I/N: That will be you xx

Graham95: We’ll see about that.

Y/I/N: imagine moving across the world only to find forever in another Norwegian.

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[normal-about-boys]

♡First date scenarios♡

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UT/cinnamon: He would sooo take you to a theme park. With such a variety of things to do you can't go wrong, right? He will also make sure to be prepared for EVERY scenario. He will bring a while duffel bag filled with sunscreen, waterbottles, snacks, ect ect. He overpacked so much that it takes 20 minutes for the staff in the front to check his bag.

Cinnamon will try to prove himself to be the perfect boyfriend at every turn. You want that large stuffed bear? He will win it for you no matter what! You want cotton candy? How about ALL the flavors!! He would also ride the most extreme rides, even if he didn't want to, just to show off how cool he is. After lots of convincing that you know how cool he is and one thrown-up corndog later, he will ride only the rides with you.

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UF/carnation: fancy dinner date all.the.way. he will take you to an expensive Italian place that needs a reservation months in advance. What? He only asked you out a week ago? Don't think too hard about that. He would spend HOURS getting ready. He HAS to look perfect no matter what. Dressed to the nines with expensive clothes made from the best materials.

He will insist on paying for everything too. You might fight back about that at first, but after seeing the prices you relent and let him pay.He never takes his eye sockets off you for the entire date.

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US/honey: mall date. He doesn't even buy anything he just takes you there. When looking through clothes stores he'll very obviously point out what clothes he think would look good on you.

He also points out every pair of boobs he sees in Spencer's "*points* boobies."Honey cracks a joke every time he can, it's a little annoying but hey, he IS funny.You two split some pretzel bites at the end of the date. He's smiling bigger than you think he's ever smiled before.

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SF/jam: he's taking you to an arcade. Specifically those ones meant for adults that are open late. He takes you there since it's a fun place to be and totally not so he could brag about getting the highscore in street fighter one time.

Enjoy a night of mediocre pizza and air hockey, which despite how you felt at first, was actually a really enjoyable night. Jam couldn't stop flirting with you the whole time and making some less than sfw jokes.Needless to say you were a blushing mess when you got home.

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HT/persimmon: he'll take you out on a picnic date! He found this perfect spot in the park separated from the rest. It is a small clover field ringed with trees, and one end looks over a pretty blue river. Persimmon REALLY wanted to show you this beautiful special spot. He also just prefers outside dates in general, most buildings feel cramped to him.

Just like cinnamon, he overprepares. "What kind of sandwiches do you like? Oh well, I'll just make different types and whatever we don't eat will be leftovers! I'll make a turkey one, a Ham one, a pb&j..... WAIT! what kind of jelly do you like??? Guess I'll just make a pb&j for each type of jelly!"He even packs 2 blankets because he didn't know of you wanted a red one or a blue one!Persi wants this to be the perfectest date of all time, so some extra sandwiches are a small price to pay for that.

[awriternamedart]

"You've improved immensely."

"You kicked my ass."

Gepard just chuckled, helping Luka up off the ground with a slight grunt. The cold wasn't awful today, so without any matches today and the Wardance behind them, Luka had taken the first tram up to the surface to get some solid practice in. He had learned alot, and what better way to show it off then to his secondary teacher?

Only he found himself getting absolutely bodied. Despite all that new experience, he still was no match for Gepard— something only shown when it had taken barely a few blows to floor him. All without even breaking face.

"C'mon, Mr Gepard— when are ya gonna stop pullin your punches?! Y'know I can handle it!!" Snagging the offered waterbottle and downing a gulp, Luka rolled his neck and plopped down on his shirt- it had long since been discarded for their spars. Even in Belobogs eternal chill you still work up a sweat!! "I know that arm of yours has some sickass power!"

"…With all due respect, Luka, you haven't won a single spar today." Faint amusement danced in blue eyes as he stretched out his arms. Scar after scar was etched in skin, drawing Luka's eye. His flesh arm, his shoulders and torso— throughout their spars, Luka had gotten to see many marks of Gepard's countless victories in battle. "I'd rather have to never use this arm's full power in a spar."

And Luka just blinked, before turning to his own, fidgetting with it.

The uncharacteristic silence caught Gepard's attention— normally, Luka would go headfirst into insistentence that he could handle it, that it was a good challenge. But here, he sat quietly, slowly clenching and unclenching his fist.

"What's on your mind?"

"… a lot of the fighters at the Wardance said something pretty similar, yknow. About it being for honor, there being no need to go all out— stuff like that. So many amazing- well- warriors!" He cast his gaze to the sky, falling back on his hands as Gepard sat next to him, an elbow resting on his knee. "You said I had a lot to learn about victory, and you were right. Some people weren't there to win at all- they just wanted some publicity or somethin. Represent somethin, earn somethin- guess I wasn't all that different- but everyone had their own goal as their victory."

"It just got me thinkin- bout Master Oleg, bout you, bout Seele- I always say your holdin back on me, but when I was at the Wardance, I figured out why- you fought for somethin else. You all fight to live."

Luka's voice dropped a little, turning his eyes back to his hand. Shiny and freshly serviced- he could see his own eyes looking back at him. He could still remember the hallucinations, remember each contestent just like him, each one that was different! Even among all the hellish confusion, the wild happenings— the thrill of the fight had remained the same, yet it was all the more different.

"The Wardance spars- I was tryin to figure out what was different about them, yknow? It felt like everyone was holding back on me all of a sudden. I thought they were underestimatin me, or looking down on me, but- I think I get it now."

Eager determination flashed in Luka's eyes— an all to familiar sight to Gepard. He had seen many a similar look before, and even now it warmed his heart to see that Belobog remained unbroken. They were going to recover, he knew it well.

Luka yelped when a large hand landed on his head, tousling his hair. Gepard just laughed as he stood up and flexed his hands, turning around with one extended.

"Show me, then. Prove you've learned."

Luka's eyes sparkled as he clasped Gepard's hand in his own, letting himself get tugged to his feet. Maybe this round would be different, maybe it would be a repeat of his ass-whooping. But either way, Luka didn't care anymore.

He knew what victory was to him.

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Victory's Pedestal - awriternamedart

this is tied to this fic here !!

[000-pawz]

bnd when u have the hiccups idk (i have the hiccups rn)

sungho: aggressively (lovingly) pats ur back

riwoo: rubs ur back gently, probably laughs at u too

jaehyun: has a contest to see who can hold their breath the longest (u win and the hiccups r still there)

taesan: tries to scare the living shit out of u

leehan: gives u his waterbottle and says chug chug chug chug

woonhak: compression hugs u until they stop and then he suddenly gets the hiccups too

[sometimeswritingsometimesdying]

fencer things i hc the team as doing:

seiji is one of those people who do the little high jumps before the start of a bout and who are bouncing back and forth during it

aiden and eugene flick on their own foot to check whether all the electrical is working, meanwhile harvard/seiji hit the ground outside the strip

nicholas doesn't scream during high tension points but he does gesture/pump his fist/ect.

eugene and aiden instead do scream (to harvard's dismay). seiji only screams at the end of an important bout like a final.

harvard for sure gives firm handshakes at the end of a match and does the full greeting before (a little sloppy bc no one does it perfectly) (except for seiji who does it perfectly)

eugene hugs/high fives other athletes he knows at the end of a bout, no matter who wins or who looses

eugene is also a wrist/foot hitter (canon amazing accuracy) and is strong enough to knock a blade to the side easily. he also rarely bounces his blade and has a very firm stance

nicholas accidentally hits the ground an embarassing amount of times (and the score table, and the score machine, and gets tangled in people's cables/gloves)

aiden doesn't try to get into close combat situations but when he does he is very good at drawing his blade out and hitting once, cleanly

nicholas on the other hand does riposte after riposte and it WORKS. he understands very well the "it's not over until the referee says something" rule

aiden loves a bitch ass everyone-will-hate-you move like a third disengagement and flick to the back. or a flick to the wrist. or a flèche right at the beginning of a bout

coach is the kind to smile and go shake the hands of both the rival coach and fencer, only to turn around and rip the team's performance to pieces

but also, she's the kind to grab the waterbottle of whoever is fencing during the one minute pause and have them drink while she explains tactic changes (without an epée in hand, just directly with her arm)

eugene is the type to hit everyone in the foot/shin when he's walking by to get their attention

similarly aiden and harvard are poking each other when either are fencing non-serious bouts, nicholas tried to do so once with seiji and was immediately destroyed by a glare with the power of a thousand suns (all during practice ofc)

aiden is a feinter extraordinaire. harvard is one of the few who never follows these feints/lounges past them (other than seiji who is just a great fencer)

aiden has been yellow carded for having his hair poke out from his mask before, meanwhile harvard is likely to be yellow carded for the one minute inaction rule. nicholas is most likely to get yellow carded for close combat. eugene and seiji understand the damn rules and don't get carded often

[edmcmayonnaise]

9, 11, 13, 14!!! -deadtwinksetc

omg thank you for your ask, becca 9 (fave magical being) - Kashi. I want to be him. I want to be with him? Who the hell is he? How long has he lived inside Angie? What was his life before that time? What do all his rings do? How can I obtain his inner peace???? I want him and Tragic Mick to hang out and grab drinks or something. He'd have Mick sorted out in no time, swear it.

11 (a city or country you'd love to see a season set in) - Osaka, Japan, bay-be! I have a whole season for Japan written in my mind. Osaka, where Niko's home address is. Set in the summertime heat of Japan where Niko and Crystal need 10000 waterbottles full of barley tea to stay hydrated, and where Niko has a fabulous time getting everyone in yukata for Obon festival. Niko teaching everyone bon-odori and Edwin nailing it because he wants his platonic bestie to smile. Eating frozen banana on a stick, or street corn, or takoyaki. Playing festival games. Crystal winning Niko something cute (no goldfish tho!!). (As a sidequest, Niko taking them on a day trip to Kyoto and making Edwin go with her to Mandarake for some doujinshi shopping.)

There are basically infinite ghosts and urban legends in Japan, esp with yokai, but also with other creatures like kappa, tanuki, or ghosties like Kuchisakeonna or Teketeke. This runs directly into a plotline I would love for the future.... 14 (plotline you would put into S2/any future season!!!) - Getting Niko reunited with her dad! He died during a gibbous moon! There has to be more to his story!! 13 (fave plotline you've seen proposed for S2/any future season) - Getting Niko back!! London adventures! The return of the Cat King. How could I choose just one? One thing specifically I have seen proposed and would love is an enemies-to-friends episode where Charles (and Crystal?) have to team up with the Cat King to save Edwin. Yessssss...