great save! [volleyball player!scaramouche x gn!volleyball player!reader]
โฏโฏ modern au, fluff
wherein a boy who's obsessed with volleyball and nothing else gets his world flipped upside down when he witnesses an amazing libero... aka you.
a/n: i don't expect this to get much recognition BUT I LOVE WRITING // i took inspo from tobio kageyama for scara's personality here
one... two... three...
scaramouche's deep indigo irises are fixated on the volleyball. he continues to smack it onto the dirt of the ground, just outside of a high school gym. he's prepping himself for his serve. he wants to perfect it.
each time the ball hits the ground, the little clumps of dirt flatten.
they're being pushed down by the rough impact. smack, over and over.
scaramouche stops slamming the ball, leaving it in his grip. just how he likes treating his opponents. to keep on pushing, until they're exhausted. until they realize, they can't win against him and his team. how could they?
scaramouche has always been a bit of a sadist when it comes to volleyball.
"oh, scara," kazuha's gentle voice calls out with a smile as he approaches the indigo haired boy. scaramouche turns slightly, sparing his friend a side eye, unamused. "you're late," he mutters.
the white, single red streak haired boy chuckles at his friend's grumpiness. kazuha's hands are deep into his hoodie pockets. "aren't you cold?" he asks, his words reduced to fog in the crispiness of the early winter air. scaramouche just responds with a grunt, looking back to his volleyball.
"i didn't know another school was using the gym today," scaramouche pipes up, nodding his head towards the gym. kazuha looks to the closed doors. "oh, really?" he murmurs while walking up to the doors. scaramouche follows, appearing uninterested as he tucks his volleyball beneath his arm of his hoodie.
when kazuha opens the door, the warmth of the gymnasium envelops them. they walk inside, the sounds of volleyballs hitting the polished floors and the squeaking of shoes filling their ears. the doors close behind themselves, shutting out the brisk wind.
they walk up the spectator stands and find empty seats located in the third row. scaramouche sits down, placing his volleyball on the seat by them. he then shoves his hands into his pockets and tsks, looking over the players.
kazuha laughs a bit, sensing his friend's annoyance. "you always want to play, don't you?" scaramouche clicks his tongue, slumping in his seat. kazuha suggests, "watching other players is a good experience too. maybe you can pick something up."
scaramouche, visibly offended, gawks at kazuha's words as he stares at the boy in straight up disbelief. "gross? ew, no?" he replies, a bit too quick, sitting up straight. "i don't need no spectating! i'm not a wannabe," scaramouche grunts.
before he can say any more, kazuha points and says, "look, the game's starting!"
scaramouche, though uncaring, looks over the gym, an unpleasant expression plastered on his face. the ball is in the air, far off from the court.
"it's bound to land in the tables over there," kazuha points out with a nervous chuckle. scaramouche hums quietly. "it's too bad both schools are tied at set point," he brings up, stretching his neck by tilting his head side to side. "we all know who's going to win-"
"what a save!" the commentator announces.
scaramouche blinks.
how did the libero get over there so fast?
you jumped up and bounced the ball upwards to course it back to your team and as a result, landing on the tables and knocking a few down.
"damn it!" you whine. you quickly untangle yourself from the mess, rushing to save the ball yet again when the other team manages to block it. you dive for it, your arm reaching out as your fist single handedly saves the ball once more. two saves across the court, under two minutes.
scaramouche didn't notice it, but he was on the edge of his seat. thanks to your save, the setter, your teammate, was able to set the ball for the outside hitter, who lands a successful point.
"and that's set point!"
you slump onto the floor, whining quietly, but relieved. the setter, keqing, comments with a laugh, "we won, and you're over here whining." you stand up, your mood flipping instantly as you say cheerily, "i know! this means we can get cake to eat, right?"
out of nowhere, hu tao collapses at your back, putting all of her weight onto you as she clings to your body. "nice job, libero!" she giggles, teasing you with a big grin. nilou puts her waterbottle down and breathes out with a comforted sigh, "we barely won..." she adds sweetly, "we wouldn't have if not for (name)."
after all of the congratulations, you finally managed to get away from everyone to get some water. you're skipping to the water fountain down the hall connected to the gym. however, as you round the corner, you bump into a guy with a bowlcut.
"woops, sorry," you say apologetically, looking at scaramouche as you rub your forehead where you collided with him.
scaramouche looks at you, and then at your jersey. a big white number four. the outstanding libero that caught his eye. "do you think you're good?" he interrogates, straightforward and blunt.
you perk up at his oddly spoken words. you slightly bristle and say with a worried tone, "i didn't mean to bump into you!-" scaramouche snaps, "no, idiot. at volleyball."
you blink a few times in realization as you register his actual question. you then nod your head, a bit of a pout atop your lips. "no, duh. why are you asking?"
a bit sassy. you don't fear his offstandish personality, do you?
scaramouche then smiles. you get scared at this. "damn, does this guy have split personalities," you ponder to yourself, awkwardly backing up by one step. he then raises a brow as he notices you subtly shuffling away.
"hold on, i'm not done!" he says, tugging you back by your jersey sleeve. your body lands right up against him, your eyes looking into his. scaramouche's grip slightly falters on your sleeve. he chuckles. "let's practice together sometime."
you're completely frozen, your cheeks feeling hot from the proximity between you two. scaramouche lets go of you. "what's your name, number four?" he asks, looking at you like he didn't just have you at a good kissing distance.
you clear your throat and say, "(name)... you?" still staring at him with that same look of, 'i'm not letting my guard down.'
he hums, "scaramouche. well, (name)," he admits begrudgingly, "you are an amazing libero." a tinge of surprise hits you. he doesn't seem like the type of guy to compliment someone so outwardly.
"but you annoy me."
yup, there it is. you huff a little before looking back at him with a sweet smile. "you annoy me too." scaramouche inches closer, muttering with a deadpan expression, "i'll crush you in volleyball." you look at him, not letting down as you speak with that same cheeriness, "you wish."
a worthy oppnent with that same edge of resilience.
he's fallen in love already.
scaramouche slips a small paper in your palm. "my number," he says, before adding, "ill be at this gym every day."
"every day?" you repeat, a bit surprised by his previous statement as he starts walking away. scaramouche looks back at you, smirking, "what, don't tell me you can't do that much?" you pause before saying with a grumble, "of course i can."
great save! [volleyball player!scaramouche x gn!volleyball player!reader]
โฏโฏ modern au, fluff
wherein a boy who's obsessed with volleyball and nothing else gets his world flipped upside down when he witnesses an amazing libero... aka you.
a/n: i don't expect this to get much recognition BUT I LOVE WRITING // i took inspo from tobio kageyama for scara's personality here
one... two... three...
scaramouche's deep indigo irises are fixated on the volleyball. he continues to smack it onto the dirt of the ground, just outside of a high school gym. he's prepping himself for his serve. he wants to perfect it.
each time the ball hits the ground, the little clumps of dirt flatten.
they're being pushed down by the rough impact. smack, over and over.
scaramouche stops slamming the ball, leaving it in his grip. just how he likes treating his opponents. to keep on pushing, until they're exhausted. until they realize, they can't win against him and his team. how could they?
scaramouche has always been a bit of a sadist when it comes to volleyball.
"oh, scara," kazuha's gentle voice calls out with a smile as he approaches the indigo haired boy. scaramouche turns slightly, sparing his friend a side eye, unamused. "you're late," he mutters.
the white, single red streak haired boy chuckles at his friend's grumpiness. kazuha's hands are deep into his hoodie pockets. "aren't you cold?" he asks, his words reduced to fog in the crispiness of the early winter air. scaramouche just responds with a grunt, looking back to his volleyball.
"i didn't know another school was using the gym today," scaramouche pipes up, nodding his head towards the gym. kazuha looks to the closed doors. "oh, really?" he murmurs while walking up to the doors. scaramouche follows, appearing uninterested as he tucks his volleyball beneath his arm of his hoodie.
when kazuha opens the door, the warmth of the gymnasium envelops them. they walk inside, the sounds of volleyballs hitting the polished floors and the squeaking of shoes filling their ears. the doors close behind themselves, shutting out the brisk wind.
they walk up the spectator stands and find empty seats located in the third row. scaramouche sits down, placing his volleyball on the seat by them. he then shoves his hands into his pockets and tsks, looking over the players.
kazuha laughs a bit, sensing his friend's annoyance. "you always want to play, don't you?" scaramouche clicks his tongue, slumping in his seat. kazuha suggests, "watching other players is a good experience too. maybe you can pick something up."
scaramouche, visibly offended, gawks at kazuha's words as he stares at the boy in straight up disbelief. "gross? ew, no?" he replies, a bit too quick, sitting up straight. "i don't need no spectating! i'm not a wannabe," scaramouche grunts.
before he can say any more, kazuha points and says, "look, the game's starting!"
scaramouche, though uncaring, looks over the gym, an unpleasant expression plastered on his face. the ball is in the air, far off from the court.
"it's bound to land in the tables over there," kazuha points out with a nervous chuckle. scaramouche hums quietly. "it's too bad both schools are tied at set point," he brings up, stretching his neck by tilting his head side to side. "we all know who's going to win-"
"what a save!" the commentator announces.
scaramouche blinks.
how did the libero get over there so fast?
you jumped up and bounced the ball upwards to course it back to your team and as a result, landing on the tables and knocking a few down.
"damn it!" you whine. you quickly untangle yourself from the mess, rushing to save the ball yet again when the other team manages to block it. you dive for it, your arm reaching out as your fist single handedly saves the ball once more. two saves across the court, under two minutes.
scaramouche didn't notice it, but he was on the edge of his seat. thanks to your save, the setter, your teammate, was able to set the ball for the outside hitter, who lands a successful point.
"and that's set point!"
you slump onto the floor, whining quietly, but relieved. the setter, keqing, comments with a laugh, "we won, and you're over here whining." you stand up, your mood flipping instantly as you say cheerily, "i know! this means we can get cake to eat, right?"
out of nowhere, hu tao collapses at your back, putting all of her weight onto you as she clings to your body. "nice job, libero!" she giggles, teasing you with a big grin. nilou puts her waterbottle down and breathes out with a comforted sigh, "we barely won..." she adds sweetly, "we wouldn't have if not for (name)."
after all of the congratulations, you finally managed to get away from everyone to get some water. you're skipping to the water fountain down the hall connected to the gym. however, as you round the corner, you bump into a guy with a bowlcut.
"woops, sorry," you say apologetically, looking at scaramouche as you rub your forehead where you collided with him.
scaramouche looks at you, and then at your jersey. a big white number four. the outstanding libero that caught his eye. "do you think you're good?" he interrogates, straightforward and blunt.
you perk up at his oddly spoken words. you slightly bristle and say with a worried tone, "i didn't mean to bump into you!-" scaramouche snaps, "no, idiot. at volleyball."
you blink a few times in realization as you register his actual question. you then nod your head, a bit of a pout atop your lips. "no, duh. why are you asking?"
a bit sassy. you don't fear his offstandish personality, do you?
scaramouche then smiles. you get scared at this. "damn, does this guy have split personalities," you ponder to yourself, awkwardly backing up by one step. he then raises a brow as he notices you subtly shuffling away.
"hold on, i'm not done!" he says, tugging you back by your jersey sleeve. your body lands right up against him, your eyes looking into his. scaramouche's grip slightly falters on your sleeve. he chuckles. "let's practice together sometime."
you're completely frozen, your cheeks feeling hot from the proximity between you two. scaramouche lets go of you. "what's your name, number four?" he asks, looking at you like he didn't just have you at a good kissing distance.
you clear your throat and say, "(name)... you?" still staring at him with that same look of, 'i'm not letting my guard down.'
he hums, "scaramouche. well, (name)," he admits begrudgingly, "you are an amazing libero." a tinge of surprise hits you. he doesn't seem like the type of guy to compliment someone so outwardly.
"but you annoy me."
yup, there it is. you huff a little before looking back at him with a sweet smile. "you annoy me too." scaramouche inches closer, muttering with a deadpan expression, "i'll crush you in volleyball." you look at him, not letting down as you speak with that same cheeriness, "you wish."
a worthy oppnent with that same edge of resilience.
he's fallen in love already.
scaramouche slips a small paper in your palm. "my number," he says, before adding, "ill be at this gym every day."
"every day?" you repeat, a bit surprised by his previous statement as he starts walking away. scaramouche looks back at you, smirking, "what, don't tell me you can't do that much?" you pause before saying with a grumble, "of course i can."
great save! [volleyball player!scaramouche x gn!volleyball player!reader]
โฏโฏ modern au, fluff
wherein a boy who's obsessed with volleyball and nothing else gets his world flipped upside down when he witnesses an amazing libero... aka you.
a/n: i don't expect this to get much recognition BUT I LOVE WRITING // i took inspo from tobio kageyama for scara's personality here
one... two... three...
scaramouche's deep indigo irises are fixated on the volleyball. he continues to smack it onto the dirt of the ground, just outside of a high school gym. he's prepping himself for his serve. he wants to perfect it.
each time the ball hits the ground, the little clumps of dirt flatten.
they're being pushed down by the rough impact. smack, over and over.
scaramouche stops slamming the ball, leaving it in his grip. just how he likes treating his opponents. to keep on pushing, until they're exhausted. until they realize, they can't win against him and his team. how could they?
scaramouche has always been a bit of a sadist when it comes to volleyball.
"oh, scara," kazuha's gentle voice calls out with a smile as he approaches the indigo haired boy. scaramouche turns slightly, sparing his friend a side eye, unamused. "you're late," he mutters.
the white, single red streak haired boy chuckles at his friend's grumpiness. kazuha's hands are deep into his hoodie pockets. "aren't you cold?" he asks, his words reduced to fog in the crispiness of the early winter air. scaramouche just responds with a grunt, looking back to his volleyball.
"i didn't know another school was using the gym today," scaramouche pipes up, nodding his head towards the gym. kazuha looks to the closed doors. "oh, really?" he murmurs while walking up to the doors. scaramouche follows, appearing uninterested as he tucks his volleyball beneath his arm of his hoodie.
when kazuha opens the door, the warmth of the gymnasium envelops them. they walk inside, the sounds of volleyballs hitting the polished floors and the squeaking of shoes filling their ears. the doors close behind themselves, shutting out the brisk wind.
they walk up the spectator stands and find empty seats located in the third row. scaramouche sits down, placing his volleyball on the seat by them. he then shoves his hands into his pockets and tsks, looking over the players.
kazuha laughs a bit, sensing his friend's annoyance. "you always want to play, don't you?" scaramouche clicks his tongue, slumping in his seat. kazuha suggests, "watching other players is a good experience too. maybe you can pick something up."
scaramouche, visibly offended, gawks at kazuha's words as he stares at the boy in straight up disbelief. "gross? ew, no?" he replies, a bit too quick, sitting up straight. "i don't need no spectating! i'm not a wannabe," scaramouche grunts.
before he can say any more, kazuha points and says, "look, the game's starting!"
scaramouche, though uncaring, looks over the gym, an unpleasant expression plastered on his face. the ball is in the air, far off from the court.
"it's bound to land in the tables over there," kazuha points out with a nervous chuckle. scaramouche hums quietly. "it's too bad both schools are tied at set point," he brings up, stretching his neck by tilting his head side to side. "we all know who's going to win-"
"what a save!" the commentator announces.
scaramouche blinks.
how did the libero get over there so fast?
you jumped up and bounced the ball upwards to course it back to your team and as a result, landing on the tables and knocking a few down.
"damn it!" you whine. you quickly untangle yourself from the mess, rushing to save the ball yet again when the other team manages to block it. you dive for it, your arm reaching out as your fist single handedly saves the ball once more. two saves across the court, under two minutes.
scaramouche didn't notice it, but he was on the edge of his seat. thanks to your save, the setter, your teammate, was able to set the ball for the outside hitter, who lands a successful point.
"and that's set point!"
you slump onto the floor, whining quietly, but relieved. the setter, keqing, comments with a laugh, "we won, and you're over here whining." you stand up, your mood flipping instantly as you say cheerily, "i know! this means we can get cake to eat, right?"
out of nowhere, hu tao collapses at your back, putting all of her weight onto you as she clings to your body. "nice job, libero!" she giggles, teasing you with a big grin. nilou puts her waterbottle down and breathes out with a comforted sigh, "we barely won..." she adds sweetly, "we wouldn't have if not for (name)."
after all of the congratulations, you finally managed to get away from everyone to get some water. you're skipping to the water fountain down the hall connected to the gym. however, as you round the corner, you bump into a guy with a bowlcut.
"woops, sorry," you say apologetically, looking at scaramouche as you rub your forehead where you collided with him.
scaramouche looks at you, and then at your jersey. a big white number four. the outstanding libero that caught his eye. "do you think you're good?" he interrogates, straightforward and blunt.
you perk up at his oddly spoken words. you slightly bristle and say with a worried tone, "i didn't mean to bump into you!-" scaramouche snaps, "no, idiot. at volleyball."
you blink a few times in realization as you register his actual question. you then nod your head, a bit of a pout atop your lips. "no, duh. why are you asking?"
a bit sassy. you don't fear his offstandish personality, do you?
scaramouche then smiles. you get scared at this. "damn, does this guy have split personalities," you ponder to yourself, awkwardly backing up by one step. he then raises a brow as he notices you subtly shuffling away.
"hold on, i'm not done!" he says, tugging you back by your jersey sleeve. your body lands right up against him, your eyes looking into his. scaramouche's grip slightly falters on your sleeve. he chuckles. "let's practice together sometime."
you're completely frozen, your cheeks feeling hot from the proximity between you two. scaramouche lets go of you. "what's your name, number four?" he asks, looking at you like he didn't just have you at a good kissing distance.
you clear your throat and say, "(name)... you?" still staring at him with that same look of, 'i'm not letting my guard down.'
he hums, "scaramouche. well, (name)," he admits begrudgingly, "you are an amazing libero." a tinge of surprise hits you. he doesn't seem like the type of guy to compliment someone so outwardly.
"but you annoy me."
yup, there it is. you huff a little before looking back at him with a sweet smile. "you annoy me too." scaramouche inches closer, muttering with a deadpan expression, "i'll crush you in volleyball." you look at him, not letting down as you speak with that same cheeriness, "you wish."
a worthy oppnent with that same edge of resilience.
he's fallen in love already.
scaramouche slips a small paper in your palm. "my number," he says, before adding, "ill be at this gym every day."
"every day?" you repeat, a bit surprised by his previous statement as he starts walking away. scaramouche looks back at you, smirking, "what, don't tell me you can't do that much?" you pause before saying with a grumble, "of course i can."
great save! [volleyball player!scaramouche x gn!volleyball player!reader]
โฏโฏ modern au, fluff
wherein a boy who's obsessed with volleyball and nothing else gets his world flipped upside down when he witnesses an amazing libero... aka you.
a/n: i don't expect this to get much recognition BUT I LOVE WRITING // i took inspo from tobio kageyama for scara's personality here
one... two... three...
scaramouche's deep indigo irises are fixated on the volleyball. he continues to smack it onto the dirt of the ground, just outside of a high school gym. he's prepping himself for his serve. he wants to perfect it.
each time the ball hits the ground, the little clumps of dirt flatten.
they're being pushed down by the rough impact. smack, over and over.
scaramouche stops slamming the ball, leaving it in his grip. just how he likes treating his opponents. to keep on pushing, until they're exhausted. until they realize, they can't win against him and his team. how could they?
scaramouche has always been a bit of a sadist when it comes to volleyball.
"oh, scara," kazuha's gentle voice calls out with a smile as he approaches the indigo haired boy. scaramouche turns slightly, sparing his friend a side eye, unamused. "you're late," he mutters.
the white, single red streak haired boy chuckles at his friend's grumpiness. kazuha's hands are deep into his hoodie pockets. "aren't you cold?" he asks, his words reduced to fog in the crispiness of the early winter air. scaramouche just responds with a grunt, looking back to his volleyball.
"i didn't know another school was using the gym today," scaramouche pipes up, nodding his head towards the gym. kazuha looks to the closed doors. "oh, really?" he murmurs while walking up to the doors. scaramouche follows, appearing uninterested as he tucks his volleyball beneath his arm of his hoodie.
when kazuha opens the door, the warmth of the gymnasium envelops them. they walk inside, the sounds of volleyballs hitting the polished floors and the squeaking of shoes filling their ears. the doors close behind themselves, shutting out the brisk wind.
they walk up the spectator stands and find empty seats located in the third row. scaramouche sits down, placing his volleyball on the seat by them. he then shoves his hands into his pockets and tsks, looking over the players.
kazuha laughs a bit, sensing his friend's annoyance. "you always want to play, don't you?" scaramouche clicks his tongue, slumping in his seat. kazuha suggests, "watching other players is a good experience too. maybe you can pick something up."
scaramouche, visibly offended, gawks at kazuha's words as he stares at the boy in straight up disbelief. "gross? ew, no?" he replies, a bit too quick, sitting up straight. "i don't need no spectating! i'm not a wannabe," scaramouche grunts.
before he can say any more, kazuha points and says, "look, the game's starting!"
scaramouche, though uncaring, looks over the gym, an unpleasant expression plastered on his face. the ball is in the air, far off from the court.
"it's bound to land in the tables over there," kazuha points out with a nervous chuckle. scaramouche hums quietly. "it's too bad both schools are tied at set point," he brings up, stretching his neck by tilting his head side to side. "we all know who's going to win-"
"what a save!" the commentator announces.
scaramouche blinks.
how did the libero get over there so fast?
you jumped up and bounced the ball upwards to course it back to your team and as a result, landing on the tables and knocking a few down.
"damn it!" you whine. you quickly untangle yourself from the mess, rushing to save the ball yet again when the other team manages to block it. you dive for it, your arm reaching out as your fist single handedly saves the ball once more. two saves across the court, under two minutes.
scaramouche didn't notice it, but he was on the edge of his seat. thanks to your save, the setter, your teammate, was able to set the ball for the outside hitter, who lands a successful point.
"and that's set point!"
you slump onto the floor, whining quietly, but relieved. the setter, keqing, comments with a laugh, "we won, and you're over here whining." you stand up, your mood flipping instantly as you say cheerily, "i know! this means we can get cake to eat, right?"
out of nowhere, hu tao collapses at your back, putting all of her weight onto you as she clings to your body. "nice job, libero!" she giggles, teasing you with a big grin. nilou puts her waterbottle down and breathes out with a comforted sigh, "we barely won..." she adds sweetly, "we wouldn't have if not for (name)."
after all of the congratulations, you finally managed to get away from everyone to get some water. you're skipping to the water fountain down the hall connected to the gym. however, as you round the corner, you bump into a guy with a bowlcut.
"woops, sorry," you say apologetically, looking at scaramouche as you rub your forehead where you collided with him.
scaramouche looks at you, and then at your jersey. a big white number four. the outstanding libero that caught his eye. "do you think you're good?" he interrogates, straightforward and blunt.
you perk up at his oddly spoken words. you slightly bristle and say with a worried tone, "i didn't mean to bump into you!-" scaramouche snaps, "no, idiot. at volleyball."
you blink a few times in realization as you register his actual question. you then nod your head, a bit of a pout atop your lips. "no, duh. why are you asking?"
a bit sassy. you don't fear his offstandish personality, do you?
scaramouche then smiles. you get scared at this. "damn, does this guy have split personalities," you ponder to yourself, awkwardly backing up by one step. he then raises a brow as he notices you subtly shuffling away.
"hold on, i'm not done!" he says, tugging you back by your jersey sleeve. your body lands right up against him, your eyes looking into his. scaramouche's grip slightly falters on your sleeve. he chuckles. "let's practice together sometime."
you're completely frozen, your cheeks feeling hot from the proximity between you two. scaramouche lets go of you. "what's your name, number four?" he asks, looking at you like he didn't just have you at a good kissing distance.
you clear your throat and say, "(name)... you?" still staring at him with that same look of, 'i'm not letting my guard down.'
he hums, "scaramouche. well, (name)," he admits begrudgingly, "you are an amazing libero." a tinge of surprise hits you. he doesn't seem like the type of guy to compliment someone so outwardly.
"but you annoy me."
yup, there it is. you huff a little before looking back at him with a sweet smile. "you annoy me too." scaramouche inches closer, muttering with a deadpan expression, "i'll crush you in volleyball." you look at him, not letting down as you speak with that same cheeriness, "you wish."
a worthy oppnent with that same edge of resilience.
he's fallen in love already.
scaramouche slips a small paper in your palm. "my number," he says, before adding, "ill be at this gym every day."
"every day?" you repeat, a bit surprised by his previous statement as he starts walking away. scaramouche looks back at you, smirking, "what, don't tell me you can't do that much?" you pause before saying with a grumble, "of course i can."
it's a new year, and i am here to not only pass on my best wishes for you in celebration for the new year but also in general for you, if that makes sense.
let me get the sappy out of the way โ happy new year bubs ๐ค regardless of when you see this, it's never too late for a happy new year. and i wish you the very best with said year! 2023 wasn't as kind to you, but i am hoping that 2024 will be the complete opposite of 2023 for you <3 may you have many wonderful days ahead and i wish you the best with everything you may face during the year!
i am not sure when you'll come back, but if you do and are greeted with this then welcome back dearest! we missed you, and we hope that all went well in your journey to recovery oโ (โ (โ *โ ^โ โฝโ ^โ *โ )โ )โ o
if it helps, know that you did an absolutely wonderful job with your journey to recover. it must've been hard and it is hard in reality, but you were strong and managed to brave through your struggles regardless! and you did an absolutely wonderful job in that regard ^-^ i am sending many virtual hugs your way and so are many others ~
and i want to add: you inspired me to write my own smau that i accidentally started on my alt blog instead of my main ;; but you did inspire me, truly. your smau is such a lighthearted and nice change of pace to the scara content i am accustomed to, and i say that in every positive way imaginable. your narrated chapters and the smau-ed chapters are like reading through a slice of life novel with a sprinkle of romance added to it which i enjoy <3 your writing style is also incredibly adorable to me and you are a talented individual in general ( your fic titled cat fever still has me smiling just from thinking about it to this day :') )
regardless, that is all i have to say. happy new year, i wish you the best and if this ask did manage to cheer you up by just a bit, then i am glad ๐ค
โ signed, ayame.
this is so sweet ohemgosh i love you this made me so happy :( ur the sweetest i wish u ALL GOOD IN LIFE im blessing u wif good luck
dewd i wasnt planning on coming back today i was just looking for a pfp HELP um saur hii... i think the fandom on tumblr is pretty dead idek myself bcs i havent been on here in ages. but i am okay !!! (hopefully el oh el)
it doesn't matter if ppl see this or not i js wanted to let u guys knowww. (more utc)
i miss writing like a lot. it js sucks because smut gets all the recognition 24/7 so yaa... i stick to google docs lately n lowkey forgot abt tumblr. but i'll see if i make a writing comeback xx
sorry to all of the mutuals i abandoned asw :c my mental n physical health has been on and off. plus im a high school freshman neow. its second semester atm. but sigh. this makes me nostalgic n sad im nglll
i love u guys always !!!
until then, idk if i'll come back on this platform to post my works. it's kind of like wattpad for me. i wrote on wattpad for a few years, gave up on it and migrated to tumblr. except this time i didn't write anywhere else besides google docs lolll
so yh. :( i love u all sosososo much. thank u for making my tumblr experience super welcoming and amazing overall. u guys helped me cope through more than u know. thank u for appreciating my writing.
rn, i don't think i'll return to writing. it rlly depends on how i feel about how active the fandom for scara is bcs its a little draining to be constantly writing for barely anybody anymore.
i know most authors write for themselves, but i like doing it for myself as well as others so that they also get to enjoy my interests; iykyk.
but i write a ton on my own time, and it's so nice to have it to myself asw. besides that, thanks to all of u 1.2k so much.
dewd i wasnt planning on coming back today i was just looking for a pfp HELP um saur hii... i think the fandom on tumblr is pretty dead idek myself bcs i havent been on here in ages. but i am okay !!! (hopefully el oh el)
it doesn't matter if ppl see this or not i js wanted to let u guys knowww. (more utc)
i miss writing like a lot. it js sucks because smut gets all the recognition 24/7 so yaa... i stick to google docs lately n lowkey forgot abt tumblr. but i'll see if i make a writing comeback xx
sorry to all of the mutuals i abandoned asw :c my mental n physical health has been on and off. plus im a high school freshman neow. its second semester atm. but sigh. this makes me nostalgic n sad im nglll
i love u guys always !!!
until then, idk if i'll come back on this platform to post my works. it's kind of like wattpad for me. i wrote on wattpad for a few years, gave up on it and migrated to tumblr. except this time i didn't write anywhere else besides google docs lolll
so yh. :( i love u all sosososo much. thank u for making my tumblr experience super welcoming and amazing overall. u guys helped me cope through more than u know. thank u for appreciating my writing.
rn, i don't think i'll return to writing. it rlly depends on how i feel about how active the fandom for scara is bcs its a little draining to be constantly writing for barely anybody anymore.
i know most authors write for themselves, but i like doing it for myself as well as others so that they also get to enjoy my interests; iykyk.
but i write a ton on my own time, and it's so nice to have it to myself asw. besides that, thanks to all of u 1.2k so much.
dewd i wasnt planning on coming back today i was just looking for a pfp HELP um saur hii... i think the fandom on tumblr is pretty dead idek myself bcs i havent been on here in ages. but i am okay !!! (hopefully el oh el)
it doesn't matter if ppl see this or not i js wanted to let u guys knowww. (more utc)
i miss writing like a lot. it js sucks because smut gets all the recognition 24/7 so yaa... i stick to google docs lately n lowkey forgot abt tumblr. but i'll see if i make a writing comeback xx
sorry to all of the mutuals i abandoned asw :c my mental n physical health has been on and off. plus im a high school freshman neow. its second semester atm. but sigh. this makes me nostalgic n sad im nglll
i love u guys always !!!
until then, idk if i'll come back on this platform to post my works. it's kind of like wattpad for me. i wrote on wattpad for a few years, gave up on it and migrated to tumblr. except this time i didn't write anywhere else besides google docs lolll
so yh. :( i love u all sosososo much. thank u for making my tumblr experience super welcoming and amazing overall. u guys helped me cope through more than u know. thank u for appreciating my writing.
rn, i don't think i'll return to writing. it rlly depends on how i feel about how active the fandom for scara is bcs its a little draining to be constantly writing for barely anybody anymore.
i know most authors write for themselves, but i like doing it for myself as well as others so that they also get to enjoy my interests; iykyk.
but i write a ton on my own time, and it's so nice to have it to myself asw. besides that, thanks to all of u 1.2k so much.
dewd i wasnt planning on coming back today i was just looking for a pfp HELP um saur hii... i think the fandom on tumblr is pretty dead idek myself bcs i havent been on here in ages. but i am okay !!! (hopefully el oh el)
it doesn't matter if ppl see this or not i js wanted to let u guys knowww. (more utc)
i miss writing like a lot. it js sucks because smut gets all the recognition 24/7 so yaa... i stick to google docs lately n lowkey forgot abt tumblr. but i'll see if i make a writing comeback xx
sorry to all of the mutuals i abandoned asw :c my mental n physical health has been on and off. plus im a high school freshman neow. its second semester atm. but sigh. this makes me nostalgic n sad im nglll
i love u guys always !!!
until then, idk if i'll come back on this platform to post my works. it's kind of like wattpad for me. i wrote on wattpad for a few years, gave up on it and migrated to tumblr. except this time i didn't write anywhere else besides google docs lolll
so yh. :( i love u all sosososo much. thank u for making my tumblr experience super welcoming and amazing overall. u guys helped me cope through more than u know. thank u for appreciating my writing.
rn, i don't think i'll return to writing. it rlly depends on how i feel about how active the fandom for scara is bcs its a little draining to be constantly writing for barely anybody anymore.
i know most authors write for themselves, but i like doing it for myself as well as others so that they also get to enjoy my interests; iykyk.
but i write a ton on my own time, and it's so nice to have it to myself asw. besides that, thanks to all of u 1.2k so much.
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