OUTSIDE HITTER. No you cannot convince me otherwise, he probably puts a lot of force each spike.
Would definitely provoke either his teammates or opposing team by giving them menacing stares.
COURT MENACE. Would trigger his opponents without trying hard.
You seem to be present even during his practices. He wouldn't say it but he would show his appreciation by gazing at you... annoyingly. "
At times he would raise his middle finger at you for no fucking reason and you would mouth "Oh yeah?"
At some point there was this one friendly match wherein the match would be commenced at your academy's homecourt. As a supportive girl, you would be at your usual spot and wait for the match to start.
Would mouth "watch this silly, you can't do that." or after the game would say "saw that? none of y'all can out do me."
One of the opposing team member who happened to be an outside hitter jokingly flirted at you and asked for your number and that apparently reached to him.
You responded "My boyfriend literally goes for a kill. Don't even bother" and he asked "Who?" which you replied "Watch."
At first he was nonchalant about it saying that it wouldn't bother him but as soon as the match started, he didn't even bother to do the sportsmanship handshake. He wouldn't admit it but he it icked him and definitely gave him a reason to at least hit that person's face.
During his game/practice, he would constantly be looking for your gaze and return an annoyed one. His love language you could say. Whether service or spiking, he would look at you before and after.
Nah, he expects you to watch him, cheer for him, and bring at least water for him. ONLY FROM YOU.
Annoying and sometimes of an asshole but he would flaunt you to his co-players. "Not me though, my girl's good." and would scoff at what he said.
Probably can also be a libero but either way, he knows what he is doing
I take it back, he can be all around but focus as a setter.
One thing you like about him is that amidst the pressure during set points, he initiates and tells the team to stay calm and reassure them that they will win.
when setting, he'd either look at the ball or look and position himself just right to confuse the opponents.
He would definitely intimidate his teammates as a way to discipline and be in the zone to play and intimidate his opponents. I don't have to explain the opponents side, right? Right.
"My practice is at 8:00- 12:00 noon then an hour break then proceed again from 1:00 pm to 4:30 pm."
He understands it's okay that you won't be able to see him practice but he's quite surprised that you are that willing to watch his practice either whole day or half day, depending on your schedule.
Your appearance would fumble him bro. He dilly-dally for a moment and try to retain his focus. It puts a smile to his stoic face whenever he sees you enter the training hall. It just fires him up to even do his best.
During breaktimes he would come up to you and greet you with a warm smile. Would be another 15 minute worth of silence or 15 minute worth of his lousy jokes. You had to admit it, his deadpan look definitely was the one that made you smile and laugh.
"I really appreciate you watching me play, thank you." he would just look at you with a small smile.
Bro made you fumble this time.
During shirt printing, he would ask to print a duplicate shirt of his to give it to you. (that's just so sweat jesus christ i would want that)
Wasn't his first choice of sport but was interested anyway.
Definitely into it after.
"Oh, it's you! It's so good to see you." or "Oh, hello. Are you here to watch the practice? Have you eaten already?"
Most likely to be a shooting guard. A lot of offensive play (that's just so hot)
Calm and collected, also a fair player who puts sportsmanship as a focus. Also a competitive player but does not provoke
Really loved that side of him.
Love love love your compliments, it means a lot to him
Great precision and angle work, can shoot a three point shot in half court.
Not everybody is as busy as Thoma but hey, he'd be happy to prepare and share his lunch with you during lunch breaks of his practices.
One thing you really like/love about Thoma is how kind he is by nature. He is street and life wise and it makes you adore him so much.
If he sees you during practices, he would be asking you what you want to eat or drink. He's like that.
Has a habit of giving you out his extra jerseys from before or even sport equipments that he has. You honestly don't know why he would give it to you but he'd say "you'll probably need that''
Pretty much clumsy at times but he's not stupid (sometimes) you can say
Will definitely boast you to his teammates "bro my girl's here. she's soooooo pretty" or "hoot hoot here comes the finest of em all!!"
Centre and knows what he's doing
Height and body mass is his advantage, literally can intimidate anyone his height
Tallest among all players (he's oni tf you mean?)
Though he is known for his silliness, he still has his soft side with him.
He's quite clingy and does not even bother showing how affectionate he is with you, whether physical or quality time.
He appreciates you especially your time, always brings a smile to his face.
He's a bad cook at times and can be experiencing allergic reactions but hey, it's what makes him Itto and you don't seem to be bothered (except the allergic part)
Considering he has a lot of allergies, you'd really be aware of his diet and would take time creating a perfect lunch that he can enjoy and that… that just makes him want to bust a nut. (no, for real)
His jokes are lousy and he's a try hard but it never fails to make you smile. Even at the court he'd make this peculiar face whenever he misses a shot. "Aw man what the hell," or "Well, you didn't see that…right?"
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I was thinking maybe scaramouche x reader accidental confession if u want to write that
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Accidental Confession
scaramouche x gn!reader
pronouns - they/them - not mentioned
warnings - none, really. not proofread, maybe ooc, a smidge of angst, fluff
"you... you what?"
• you didn't know that one of the fatui would find the trashed letter and give it to the sixth harbinger
• you actually weren't planning on giving it to him, ever really
• you just needed to put it into words and on paper
• it's not the first "letter" you've written either; you just always made sure to keep them in a secured place or threw them away
• suppose you shouldn't be throwing them away anymore
luke was leaving one of the rooms given to you after delivering something from your aunt. he didn't find you in there, which was a surprise as you're almost always in there reading or painting. you aren't actually a member of the fatui, and you live with la signora. luke kicked something on his way out of the room.
he looked down to see that he kicked a trash can with the contents spilled. luke felt guilty and started to clean it up. as he was putting the several crumpled up and torn papers, he stopped when he found, what appeared to be, a sealed letter. picking it up, he turned it around to see if it was addressed to anyone only to read the name of the balladeer.
now luke was curious; why would you, one of the nicest people he knows and bickering with the aforementioned harbinger, have a letter written for lord scaramouche? and most importantly, why did you throw it away? regardless, he set it aside to continue cleaning the rest of the trash on the carpeted floor.
when he threw the last thing away, luke grabbed the letter next to him and stood up. he was supposed to go report to la signora that her gift had been delivered, but instead he moved towards lord scaramouche's office.
• at first, scaramouche didn't bother with the odd letter one of the subordinates gave him out of the blue
• but a couple of hours later he looked at it again
• looking closer, not only is it addressed to him of all people, but it's your handwriting
"you write letters?"
• this new found curiosity consumed him
• he was going to open it and read it
• only to be interrupted by tartaglia barging in
• scaramouche didn't get the chance to read what it was that you wrote for the rest of the day
the next few days were busy for the fatui. it was close to midnight and scaramouche was pretty sure that if he was a mortal, he would've been utterly exhausted. however, he was tired from doing so much paperwork and the mission from that day. he sat back in his chair and looking down at the stack of papers with a disdainful look, he sighed heavily. his eyes wander over to the locked drawer on his right, and remembered about your letter.
"i can give myself a break," he said under his breath as he unlocked it and gently grabbed the off-white letter. scaramouche didn't want to crumple it or anything; don't ask him why.
as he carefully cut the top open, he felt... dare he say, nervous. he couldn't figure out why.
"it seems like a lot of the things i've been feeling i can't figure out," exhaling a sigh to steel his nerves, he pulled out the folded piece of paper. "why would you write something to me, anyways?" he scrunched up his face when he heard his voice that just screamed desperate.
• he was too scared to see you the next day, because what if this was all a joke? he doesn't want to get betrayed for the fourth time
• scaramouche didn't last very long without confronting you about the letter
• he needed to know if it was true
there you were, chatting with viktor like there was nothing ever wrong. scaramouche stood there right outside of the open door, not knowing why he just can't interrupt you two. you're gesturing animatedly with a bright look on your face as you talk about a book you just finished. viktor's nodding along until he looks over at the silent third party.
"uh, hey, i don't mean to interrupt you, but i think i should get going," viktor says nervously. you hum and look over to the door and see scaramouche waiting.
"oh, alright," you give him a questioning look, but his expression is undecipherable. you wonder what he wants. as viktor leaves, scaramouche quietly walks in and closes the door, leaving the sound of the harmonic jingles that hang from his hat.
"what's wrong, little fandango man?" you try for a more lighthearted jab and tone.
"why did you write that?"
• you nearly felt your heart drop. but then you told yourself that it wasn't possible, cus you keep all of those unsent letters in a locked place
• but the way he asked that, and the way he's acting,
• but how would he have gotten one of them anyways???
"why... did i write what?" you felt your anxiety spike, your heartbeat increasing tenfold. out of the corner of your eye, you saw your trash can that was still filled with papers. it was by the door. it was supposed to be next to your small desk in the corner of the room. and you sure as hell don't see the last letter you wrote in there. your entire body grew cold.
"don't-"
"scara, i don't think you were supposed to read that."
his face scrunched up unpleasantly, though you suppose in a different circumstance you'd think it cute. "then why did one of la signora's subordinates hand me a letter, with my name written on it, and said that it was from you?" his tone became harsher, but not colder. he almost... sounded desperate.
you finally make yourself look at him, "i threw that away because i was scared of you seeing it," you said flatly. "you weren't supposed to ever see that, or read it, or know anything about that-"
"so is it true, then?" he cut you off.
"i," you hesitate, but with the way that scaramouche is looking at you, it might be better if you just tell him yourself. "yes, it is." you swallow. with more confidence, "yeah, i do love you."
• you can't tell if he looks devastated or happy, maybe both
• he takes off his hat so he can walk towards you
• he just leans against you without saying anything
• you allow yourself to card your fingers through his hair, finally confirming that it is as soft as it looks
• you two stay like that for a while, not saying anything
"why?"
"hmm, you read it, didn't you? believe it or not, i have more that i haven't thrown away," he immediately raises his head and asks,
"you what," you feel your face heat up.
"yeah, i do," you laugh softly.
your faces are pretty close, and so you do something that you weren't planning originally. as quick as lightning, you peck him on the lips. almost before you can, his entire face becomes red and he hides it behind his hands. the sight is absolutely adorable to you, and you laugh wholeheartedly.
scaramouche thinks your laugh is the most pleasant sound he has ever been graced with.
