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Remember me, Pt. 2

Characters: Jamil Viper x Gn! Reader

CW: Angst, Amnesia, Reader is Yuu, Part 2/?? Summary: You were fed up with people acting weird, you never left, what is wrong with everyone... And who's "J.V."?

You had finally gotten through the weeks of questioning. The interrogations were over and your life was going back to normal. Internally you couldn’t help but question if this was some weird prank. Some weird reality show that would end. However, you figured if that were the case, it would have ended by now… Right? It had been a long day of talking to, well more like arguing with, your family. They explained you had amnesia, which you denied, for the third time that week. You were fed up. Why was everyone acting so damn weird? You storm to your room, slamming the door behind you as you flop onto your bed. You have a headache, one of the worst you’ve had in a while. You didn’t leave your room though. Not wanting to go back out into social interactions with your family… Family. Were they even your family? They were acting strange, like you didn’t even know them. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, you sink into your sheets. Gritting your teeth in frustration, as tears roll down your face, you notice something. Something cold and smooth against your leg, buried amongst the sheets. Pulling the blankets off of you, you spot a necklace. It was made of gold, real or not, you couldn’t tell. Hell you weren’t a jewelry expert. You squint at the necklace, a sense of Deja vu washing over you. You play with it, threading it through your fingers a few times. The necklace is a gold chain with a golden snake charm on the end. Running your fingers across the smooth metal of the snake's form, you notice some divots on the other side. Turning it over you spot letters, upon closer inspection you decide they’re two sets of initials. Yours and someone else's. “J.V.” Who the hell is J.V.? You shrink back, putting the jewelry down. This was weird, too weird. Did you have a stalker? Your eyes scan the room, but nothing seems off. Everything seems normal… Too normal. You try to shake the feeling, deciding it’s best to dispose of the strange necklace. But as you walk to the trash in the corner of your room you freeze. Something in the back of your mind, or maybe in the back of your heart, is telling you not to. You hesitate for a moment mulling over the options. You look at the trash can one more time, before reaching over to your shelf and placing the necklace there. Your boyfriend sits in class. His eyes scan the board in front of him, but no information was actually being comprehended. His notebook is blank, it’s halfway through class and he can’t remember a thing. What was this lesson even about? “Jamil!” His head shoots up, viewing his teacher, a stern look on the man's face. He looks at him as he lectures, well, more like through him. His mind is elsewhere, he picks up on a few words. His name, lesson, focus, and manners. Nothing sticks out though, that is nothing until he mentions your name. Your boyfriend's eyes snap out of the trance. “I know you miss them, Mr. Viper, but you need to focus”. His teacher looks at your boyfriend, sympathetically. This makes him scoff, he doesn’t need this man's pity. He had made it seventeen years before you, and he’d make it through even more after you. Your departure didn’t affect him. You were going to leave and he had known that, he kept his distance. That’s what he told himself, at least. He reminded himself you didn’t matter. He was fine, he was all good, he was happy with where he was. Except, he wasn't.

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Remember me Pt.1

Characters: Jamil Viper x GN! Reader CW: Angst, Amnesia, Reader is Yuu. 1/?? summary: You're back in your world but you don't know why everyone is so worried. You never left.... right?

Two years, they said… You’d been missing for two years. You lay in the hospital bed, confused out of your mind. The bright lights of the room shine into your eyes, just bright enough to cause a headache. The doctors, cops, hell even your own parents had been questioning you. “Do you know how worried we’ve been?!” or “Where were you?”, were just a few of the questions thrown your way by the many, many people in the room, hovering around your hospital bed. Acting as if it were a miracle you were even alive. They poked and probed you running tests of all sorts. They interrogated you, each question same as the last but worded differently. Trying to get you to give up information or to catch a slip of the tongue. However your answer remained the same, “I Don’t know”. You had woken up in your room this morning, comfortable in your sheets. You swing your legs over the side of the bed. A shiver shooting up your spine when your feet hit the cold, hardwood floor. You throw on the clothes left in your drawers for the day. Picking up a pair of pants and examining them before deciding that they'll have to do. You make your way down the stairs, blinking feverishly, acting like it would blink the sleep away. As you turn to face the kitchen your parents stare at you, shock written on their faces. You stare at each other unblinking before chaos erupts. They are rushing towards you, grabbing you and hugging you. Amidst the shocking smothering of affection you spot your sister. She’s standing in the corner, she looks different. More mature, older, was her hair shorter? The longer you stare the more you notice, and right before you look away, you see her eyes begin to tear up…. Your boyfriend sits in his room, staring at the photo of you in his hand. Stained with his own tears. It had been less than a day since your departure and he already missed you. You didn’t belong here. He knew that. Then why? Why does it hurt so much now that you’re gone? He glances at the time 9:34pm. He should be sleeping. He has class at eight. He has to make breakfast, care for his boss. He needs sleep… Yet he can’t, the feeling in his chest is unbearable. Tears streak across his face, tainting his beautiful tan skin. His hair, usually long and silky, pulled into a perfect ponytail, lined with braids, is now messy. It hasn’t been this way since… Well since the incident. The difference is after the incident he had you. You were there to comfort him, lift him up and support him. That’s why he loved you. You never left his side, even when he snapped. He hurt you so much and you forgave him, you accepted him. No one else had, not his family or friends. You noticed him behind the mask, the facade he wore. Now you’re gone. Gone forever, back to your own world. To the family you talked so much about, the family he’d listen to the stories from and wish he could meet. From making fun of your sister to fawning over your dog. He listened, hoping one day you could see them again. He wanted you to see them again. Not like this though. Never like this

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Haikyuu incorrect quotes

Atsumu: How do I get my crush to like me? Osamu: You know how everyone always says be yourself?

Atsumu:😁

Osamu: Well don't do that

Atsumu:🥲