Random headcanons/AUs that won’t get fics anytime soon. If anyone wants to add on/chime in/create something, feel free.
because the thought of the boys in jerseys and basketball shorts is very aesthetically pleasing
cw: implied sex jokes?
If I need to tag something, let me know.
Basketball! So that means lots of practice. Stretching, doing layups, stairs, wall-chairs, running laps around the gym, drills, lunges…all in sweaty jerseys and athletic gear.
Ross getting distracted by Trott’s arms and perfect wrist snap, and getting hit in the face with a basketball. (poor Ross. I know the feel)
“Ross, mate. You and your fucking dog-vision.”
Trott is point guard, the one in charge who directs the plays. Also the best at ball handling.
Smith is a power (*cough, bottom*) forward, the strongest, the biggest defense.
Ross is a shooting guard, the best inside shot, and good at blocking.
I’d make Sips the coach, but Sips is the coach all the time. so let’s make Hulmes the coach.
Sips is the janitor who buffs the gym floors and is somehow weirdly friends with the trio.