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Parallel Worlds Record Chapter Seventeen: Please... Don't Leave Me

Rating: Teen

Genre: Magical Girl, Fantasy, Angst, Drama, Crossover

Word Count: Approx. 5,700 words

Summary: Still stunned from the revelation that Amare was hiding information from her, Yachiyo and co. continue to Glinda's palace, where the Sorceress offers a way to help Yachiyo find her missing alternate self.

Author's Note: Thanks again to @celesticnova and @evatriceakiyama for beta-reading this for me! Also thank you to my friend Luce on Twitter for letting me include her version of Lucina in this fic, as well.

[Also posted on AO3.]

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[YACHIYO]

Yachiyo felt a ringing sensation in her ears. “W-what? Please tell me this is a sick joke.”

Amare looked away. “It isn’t… I helped Epithene conquer Oz.”

Yachiyo stepped back, just looking at her. Her mind was in a whirl. She thought about how Amare had kept to herself ever since they arrived in Oz. How she didn’t want to join in the tour of the Emerald City. How she said she didn’t think her parents would want to see her again. It all made too much sense.

All this time… and Amare never told her! Had she been traveling with a war criminal this whole journey?

“Amare…” Yachiyo clenched her fist. She wasn’t sure what else to say.

“She’s telling the truth,” the girl on top of Amare said. She got off of Amare, only to give her a swift kick in the stomach.

Amare yelped, wincing on the ground from the impact. “Please…” she said weakly. She attempted to get up, only to wince once more and fall onto her side.

“My home in the Munchkin Country,” the girl said, glaring at her. “Epithene’s army burned it down. You were there, I saw you!” She kicked Amare once more, causing the dark-haired girl to cry out again.

“So many of us died during that war! My family…!” the girl screamed, tears forming in her eyes. “Why are they dead, while you aren’t?!”

“Hold on,” Yachiyo said, holding up her hand. “This isn’t…”

“Thought you could get away from what you did by running off to Japan, huh?” the girl next to the first one said. “You have a lot of nerve showing your face here again.”

Amare didn’t say anything else, simply staring at the ground. Her wavy black hair was a tangled mess, and there was dirt on her face. It was a pathetic sight, and Yachiyo didn’t like the thought of watching Amare get kicked around while defenseless.

The sound of footsteps running could be heard from behind Yachiyo. Neseel immediately got in between Amare and the other girls.

“Don’t hurt her!” the young Magical Girl said, her arms outstretched as she glared at the girls with her brown eyes.

The girl who had kicked Amare hesitated, before glowering at Neseel. “Out of the way, Neseel,” she said, “she deserves it!”

“If she deserves it,” Neseel began, “then so do I! I worked for Epithene, too!”

Tara glanced at the other two, waiting to see what their next move would be.

“You’re different, Neseel,” the girl who kicked Amare said. “You were just a child; Epithene manipulated you. You joined us and helped fight to protect Oz. You’re nothing like her!”

“Neseel’s right,” Yachiyo said. “We don’t have to do this…”

They turned to her. “Don’t get too carried away, Yachiyo Nanami,” the first girl said. “We still don’t get why you still chose to stay with a worthless girl like her.”

Yachiyo paused. “I…”

“You’re wrong,” Amare said. “That’s not Yachiyo… not the one who I fell for.”

“What?” Tara asked. “What do you mean, Amare?”

Amare grimaced. “It’s complicated…”

“If that’s the case,” the first girl said. “Then she won’t mind if I do this!” She pushed Neseel to the ground and raised her hand, preparing to strike Amare.

Before Yachiyo or anyone could do anything, someone grabbed the girl by the arm. A hand wearing a blue, fingerless glove held the girl back.

Amare looked at who the hand was attached to. She blinked. “Lucina?”

“That’s enough now.” It was a girl with long, blue hair (as long as Yachiyo’s, even, and with a gold headband on top), and blue eyes. She had a lithe body, and wore a blue tunic with knee-high, blue boots, in addition to the gloves. She even had a blue cape on, and a sword by her side.

“Big Sister!” Neseel got up and ran up to her, hugging her tightly. Lucina hugged her back before looking her over.

“Hello, Neseel,” she said. “How was the Witch? Are you hurt?”

Neseel looked up at her. “It wasn’t too hard. Kira and I ran into Yachiyo and her friends, too!”

“Yachiyo, right…” Lucina turned to Yachiyo. “We were expecting you…” There was a familiarity in her eyes, something that Yachiyo could not return.

“Am I… supposed to know you?” Yachiyo asked.

Lucina smiled at her. “You are. We fought alongside each other before. Glinda did mention that something had happened to you.”

“Lucina,” the girl the former was holding onto said, “let me go.”

Lucina turned to the girl, her face stern once more. “Only if you promise not to hurt Amare.”

The girl glared at Lucina, then at Amare. She sighed, putting her hand down. Neseel moved to help Amare back up.

Lucina released her. “There we go,” she said. “You three should know better. What would you do if Glinda saw you like this?”

At the mention of Glinda, the other girls tensed up, their faces pale. Their eyes darted around the area, and Yachiyo wondered what it was they were looking for. Her eyes caught sight of a red bird perched on the tree nearby. It seemed to be looking at the group. Watching.

“Is everything alright?” Another girl walked up to them. She wore the same red uniform with gold braids that the other girls were wearing. Her hair was also long, and dark brown, as were her eyes. She had tanned skin, and a sword and pistol by her side. Even in the red uniform, Yachiyo couldn’t help but notice how fit she seemed, nor could she ignore how impressive her bust seemed to be…

“Aliss,” Lucina turned to her. “Amare’s here…”

“I can see that,” Aliss said. Amare had managed to get back on her feet, and looked Aliss in the eye.

“A-Aliss, hi.” Amare seemed to have a look of regret and guilt in her eyes.

Aliss smiled at her. “Hello, Amare,” she said. “It’s been a while. I was wondering when you’d come back to Oz.”

“You’re Aliss?” Yachiyo asked. “Amare’s mentioned you before.”

Aliss turned to her. “I am,” she said. “The other you and I are also friends.”

“I’m getting used to being told that,” Yachiyo said.

“Glinda said you’d be coming by today. Sorry we had to meet like this, but we ended up getting ambushed by another Witch. Lucina took care of it.”

Yachiyo turned to the other blue-haired girl. “You’re a Magical Girl?”

Lucina held up her left hand, showing her Soul Gem ring. “I am indeed. I’ve been protecting Oz for over a year now.”

“I see.”

Aliss surveyed the area, before turning back to Yachiyo. “Here, how about you come with us? We’re just about to head back to the palace. We can guide you there.”

Yachiyo nodded. “That would be wonderful.”

“Hold on,” one of the girls said. “If we’re all traveling, Amare should stay in chains. Just so she doesn’t do anything.”

Aliss frowned. “I don’t think we have to…Ozma pardoned her, remember?”

“It’s fine. I’ll do it.” Amare looked at the ground. “I won’t protest or anything.”

Aliss’s expression remained. “If you’re sure…?”

Amare nodded. “Please. Let’s just go now.”

Aliss shrugged. “Okay. But you’ll ride with me. And I’ll be making sure that Glinda hears about this… all of it.” She glared at the three other girls, who seemed to tremble just a bit.

Yachiyo, meanwhile, noticed the red bird taking off from the tree and heading Southwest.

With that, Amare was led away by the other girls. She glanced back at Yachiyo, their eyes meeting one more time, before she turned away.

Yachiyo watched them leave, saying nothing. She turned to see Mifuyu a short distance away, and walked over to her.

“Hey,” she said. “Are you okay?”

Mifuyu looked up at her. “I… I’ll be fine,” she said.

Nearby, Yachiyo could hear Claudine and Uwasa Tsuruno arguing. She turned, and saw Kira in the middle of the two of them, trying in vain to reign things in.

“You could have gotten us both killed!” the blonde girl said, her voice sounding even louder in the empty field.

Tsuruno seemed taken aback. “I was just trying to stop the Witch,” she said. “If you’d just let me go ahead and attack first…”

“You just ran in there without thinking,” Claudine pressed on. “What if one of the Familiars got a lucky shot? You’d be dead!”

“There’s no need to get too heated…” Kira said, holding up her hands.

“I’m the Mightiest Uwasa!” Tsuruno shouted back. “You can’t hesitate in battle, that gives the Witch enough time to kill you! If you really were as great a Magical Girl as you said you were, you would understand that…!”

Claudine glared at her. “I may not be the best Magical Girl,” she began, “but at least I’m an original. I’m not a cheap copy of another girl!”

Tsuruno flinched at her words. The life seemed to fade from her eyes as she slumped.

“Tsuruno?” Yachiyo walked up to her.

“...” Tsuruno turned and slowly trudged along the field, back to their carriage. She passed by Kira, who reached out to her, only to stop, frowning.

Yachiyo glared at Claudine. “Nice job,” she said.

Claudine just crossed her arms and looked away. Kira looked at everyone, clearly trying to figure out the right words.

“I think we’re done here,” Kira began after a moment.

“I agree,” Yachiyo said.

Up ahead Aliss, Lucina, Neseel, and the other girls had gotten on horses. Amare remained with Aliss, now tied by her wrists and holding onto the older girl. Kira walked over to them and joined on her own horse. Yachiyo sat back in front of the carriage. Claudine was from the opposite side from Tsuruno, looking out the window. Meanwhile, Mifuyu sat in-between the feuding duo, leaving Yachiyo to sit on her own. By now all of them had de-transformed.

“Everyone in there?” the Sawhorse asked. “Let’s get going, then.”

The Sawhorse began making his way down the road once more, the party on horses traveling ahead of them. Yachiyo watched the scenery go by, not entirely sure what she should be feeling right now.

“Did you know?” she asked, eyes still on the grassy fields passing them by.

“What?” Claudine asked behind her.

Yachiyo turned to face the blonde, who’s magenta eyes still seemed fiery with emotion. “Did you know?” she asked again. “Did you know about Amare?”

There was silence for a few seconds. “Yes,” Claudine said. “I did.” Tsuruno remained silent, her eyes still glazed over.

Yachiyo frowned. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Amare made us promise not to,” Claudine said. “She wasn’t sure how you’d react, given that you don’t know anything about this world.”

“I didn’t know,” Mifuyu said quietly. “Amare and I weren’t close enough for her to tell me.”

The white-haired girl gazed out the window next to her. “Another Magical Girl who makes a mistake because she’s afraid…” she whispered under her breath.

Claudine’s gaze wandered to Tsuruno, before immediately looking away. Tsuruno still seemed lost in her own world, her face unreadable. Yachiyo decided to let her be for now.

“What about Ozma?” Yachiyo asked. “She didn’t say anything while we were with her.”

Claudine glanced at Yachiyo, her elbow propping her head up as she watched the fields go by. “Amare told her she would take care of it. She really wanted to be able to tell you herself.”

All of this was too much for Yachiyo to take in. Just when she thought she got the hang of things around here, more details emerged to catch her off guard. She closed her eyes, the fight and lull of the journey now getting to her. Before she knew it, she was drifting off to sleep.

When she awoke again, they were now journeying about brooks with wooden bridges, and wide fields with flowers and grain growing. The homes were all red now, and now and then Yachiyo could see people wearing all manner of red clothes.

“Are we there yet?” she asked, covering her mouth to stifle a yawn.

“I hope so,” Claudine said quietly.. Next to her, Tsuruno was looking out the window, still saying nothing. Ahead of them, the girls riding on horseback kept going.

Within minutes they saw a castle with red columns and roofs standing on a hill. As they traveled closer, they passed by many beautiful gardens, and Yachiyo could even see water fountains splashing in the distance around them. There were girls walking among the gardens; some wearing military uniform and carrying spears, and others wearing maid outfits or more casual dress. The party on horses went ahead of them, heading into the palace.

Soon they reached the gates at the entrance of the castle, where three girls in red uniforms and wielding spears were standing guard. The Sawhorse stopped in the front.

Yachiyo emerged from the carriage and walked up to the three girls.

“State your business,” one girl who couldn’t have been more than a year older than Yachiyo said.

“I’m Yachiyo Nanami,” the girl said. “I’m here to speak to Glinda the Good Witch.”

The girls turned to each other, then back at Yachiyo. “We knew you were coming,” the girl who greeted her said. “Glinda has been expecting you. Come on in.”

Yachiyo motioned for the others to get out of the carriage. The girls walked behind her as they made their way into the palace. All eyes were on them as they entered, though Yachiyo did her best not to notice. She was used to strangers looking at her, after all.

Once they had walked into a grand hall, Aliss appeared to them.

“There you are,” she said. “Follow me, Glinda’s in her throne by the colonnade.”

They walked further through the castle, passing by more and more girls. Amare was right, there wasn’t a man in sight. The girls all seemed to range from their late teens to late thirties. Of course, knowing that no one in Oz had to age unless they wanted to, Yachiyo couldn’t help but wonder how many of them were actually as old as they appeared. Yachiyo did, however, have to agree with what Amare said: there was a certain beauty and grace with how they all carried themselves. Even the maids seemed to move with little effort in looking composed while they dusted the vases or carried items around. And the soldiers and guards were equally graceful.

Eventually they reached the palace court, which was made of white marble. Fountains poured water into stone basins, the sound greeting Yachiyo’s ears when she entered the court. At the other end of the court was a vast colonnade, which overlooked green fields with pretty flowers and fruit-bearing trees. Further than that, Yachiyo could make out a vast desert that seemed to stretch out into eternity.

But what really caught her attention was the woman sitting on the golden throne before her. Yachiyo had already heard everyone talk about Glinda, the Good Witch of the South. She vaguely recalled that name from hazy childhood memories. Half-formed images of an old anime, some illustrations in a book she had borrowed from someone from somewhere. She even remembered the images she had seen when she watched The Wizard of Oz a long time ago, a woman who appeared from a floating pink bubble, holding a wand and wearing a pink dress with puffy sleeves and a crown on her head.

This Glinda was nothing like that. This Glinda had long, red hair that fell over her shoulders in ringlets. She had skin that looked like it was formed from pure marble, and bright, blue eyes, nothing like Yachiyo’s own dark blue ones. She wore a long, white gown that covered everything but her delicate hands and head. She looked like she could have been anywhere from thirty to fifty, but there was no way for Yachiyo to deny it. She was beautiful, in a mature way that made her seem like a welcoming mother.

She smiled at Yachiyo, and the blue-haired girl felt her cheeks burn a bit. It was a smile that even she would have been willing to fight for. No wonder she had so many women working for her.

“Hello, Yachiyo Nanami,” Glinda said. “You’ve surely come a long way to get here, haven’t you?”

“I…” Yachiyo took a moment to compose herself. She was so focused on the Sorceress, that she barely noticed the few handmaidens who were sitting around the court, wearing similar white robes as Glinda. Yachiyo took a deep breath.

“I have,” she finally said as professionally as she could. There was a light breeze blowing in from the south, and it washed over the palace court, a warm feeling that hummed against Yachiyo’s skin.

Glinda stood up from her throne, nearly a head taller than Yachiyo, and slowly made her way towards the girl. She stopped and looked her over. Yachiyo had to remind herself that she was already in a relationship. Even then, she hoped she didn’t look too unkempt from being cramped in a carriage for most of the day.

Glinda looked over at Yachiyo, at the other girls. “Welcome all of you, as well,” she said. “I hope your journey wasn’t too rough.”

The others murmured and nodded in agreement. Glinda turned to Aliss.

“Thank you for bringing them here, Aliss. I wouldn’t have expected less from my personal bodyguard.”

The older girl smiled demurely. “Of course, mistress.”

Glinda turned back to Yachiyo.

“Ozma told me about your plight,” Glinda said. “You were ripped out of your world, and stranded in this one. Curiously, the Yachiyo of this world appears to have been taken from it.”

“That’s… that’s what I’ve been told,” Yachiyo said. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Claudine taking the sight of the palace court in. “I need to get back to my world. And we need to find out where the other me went.”

Glinda nodded. “I can help you with that. At the very least, I can help you find out what happened to the other Yachiyo.”

Yachiyo blinked. “You can?”

“I can. And soon, I’m sure we’ll get you back to your world, too.” She looked at the rest of the party. “I’d like to speak to Yachiyo alone for now, if that’s all right.”

Yachiyo looked at the others. Tsuruno was still a bit despondent, and Mifuyu was lost looking at the handmaidens. Claudine stepped forward and curtsied.

“If that’s what you want,” the blonde girl said. “What should the rest of us do until then?”

“The palace and all its features are for you to use,” Glinda explained. “You can eat in the dining hall, walk around the gardens, or swim in the pool. Anything you want, my maids will get for you.”

“Thank you…” Tsuruno said quietly. Yachiyo and the others looked at her. Her magenta eyes were still rooted to the ground, but it was the first thing she’d said since the battle.

“It’s my pleasure,” Glinda said. She summoned a maid to the court–a short girl with shoulder-length, brown hair and green eyes.

“This is Meela,” Glinda said, the girl bowing to Claudine and the others. “She’ll help you settle in.”

“I’ll do my best,” Meela said. She looked up at the girls, her attention soon going to Mifuyut. Mifuyu herself seemed distracted by Meela’s green eyes.

“I’ll see you all later,” Yachiyo said. The others said their goodbyes and walked away, including Aliss, leaving Yachiyo alone with the Sorceress.

“Wait,” Yachiyo said when she and Glinda were alone. “What about Amare? Is she… is she okay?”

“Hm?” Glinda turned to her. “She’s in her room for now. Don’t worry, she’s free to move around the palace.I even made sure her Soul Gem was given back to her” A small frown appeared on her face. “I’m not sure if she’d like to leave her room, though…”

“Can I… Can I see her?” Yachiyo felt she at least should talk to the girl.

Glinda nodded. “After our talk. I think Amare needs to be alone and take everything in. Don’t you agree?”

Yachiyo thought it over; she slowly nodded.

“Good. Follow me, then.”

She led Yachiyo out of the court, and through the palace once more. Once again Yachiyo found herself being observed by the girls who were wandering the halls. They passed by many other rooms–most were lodging for the girls working and staying in the palace, but others included an indoor pool, a spa, and even a public bath like the ones Yachiyo had read were once common in ancient Rome.

“You sure have a lot of things to do here,” Yachiyo said as they turned a corner.

Glinda smiled. “I want my girls to be as comfortable as possible. Of course that now includes you and your group.”

Soon they walked through a wooden door and were in a library with pink walls and lined with shelves full of all kinds of books, some possibly even older than a hundred years.

Yachiyo looked around in awe. “Are all of these books… yours?”

Glinda nodded. “I’ve accumulated many books on all kinds of subjects over a very long time.” She walked over to a corner and pulled out a dusty old tome with a brown cover. She flipped through the pages and stopped on one. “Does this sound familiar?” she asked, offering the book to Yachiyo.

Yachiyo gingerly held the tome in her hands and read the section that Glinda pointed out with her hand:

“... The Master Woodsman turned to the White Rat. ‘Do what you need to save all of Creation, but take no more than what you need from mankind.’ The White Rat nodded, and vanished from the Forest of Burzee.’” On the page was a woodcut showing Ak, the Master Woodsman, recognizable by the horns on his head, holding a silver ax in his hand. He was looking down at a familiar, feline creature with red eyes.

Yachiyo frowned. “Kyubey.”

Glinda looked at the page. “He’s been around for a long time, hasn’t he?”

“I still can’t believe the Immortals of this world allowed him in.”

Glinda sighed. “The Immortals are caught up in their own machinations. It’s our job to do what we can in the world.”

“Right.” Yachiyo handed the book back to Glinda. “So what exactly did you want to show me here?”

Glinda pointed a slender finger at a corner of the library. “That.”

In the corner was a small podium with a light and a cushioned stool behind it. On the podium was a thick book that seemed to have a million pages. Glinda walked over to it, Yachiyo behind her.

“This is the Book of Records,” Glinda said. “It records everything that my spies see. As soon as they see it, it appears in the pages of this book.”

Yachiyo tilted her head. “Spies?”

Glinda smiled and opened the window behind the podium. A red bird–the same red bird Yachiyo had seen before?--alighted itself on the podium, before gliding down to the carpeted floor of the library. Before Yachiyo’s eyes, the bird began to grow, its shape became intangible, until it solidified again as a human girl in a red dress with red eyes, and red hair like Glinda’s.

“I have many familiars, Yachiyo,” Glinda explained. “And I don’t mean the kind you find in Witch Labyrinths. These are spirits that have helped me watch over Oz for a very long time. They can take on many forms, but they make the perfect spies, don’t you think?”

The familiar smiled sweetly at Yachiyo. Yachiyo nodded. “They do.”

The familiar leaned up to Glinda and held her hand up to her mouth. Glinda leaned down and listened to what the familiar said, but all Yachiyo heard and saw was some whispering and a frown growing on the Sorceress’s face.

“I see,” she said.

“What’s wrong?” Yachiyo asked.

Glinda straightened herself back up and turned her attention back to Yachiyo. “This one saw how some of my girls treated Amare when they ran into your party.”

Yachiyo winced. “Oh, right. That…”

“I’ll be sure to discipline them for what they did,” Glinda said, her tone stern. Even when upset, she still looked beautiful. “The people of Oz may not have forgiven Amare for her actions, but I don’t tolerate attacking her like that.”

Glinda excused the familiar, which wandered off into the shelves of the library. Yachiyo spoke up once more.

“If that Book can show everything that happens,” she said, “can it show us what happened to the Yachiyo of this world?”

Glinda frowned. “About that…”

Glinda walked towards the Book. “I had familiars present in Kamihama the night that Yachiyo vanished. There’s a passage here…” Glinda flipped through a few pages, before stopping at one point. “Here it is.”

Yachiyo was immediately by the Sorceress’s side. “What’s it say?” she asked.

Glinda skimmed the passage. “It says that Yachiyo was out hunting that night, when she came across…” she frowned. “Unfortunately, the text can’t say, because the familiar that was present is no longer around.”

Yachiyo frowned. “What?” she asked. “Why?”

“Something… erased it from existence. I cross-referenced this with other familiars present in the city, but aside from some strange sensation, none of them can really report on what had happened. Whatever it was, it just slipped in and took this world’s Yachiyo away.”

Yachiyo clenched her fist. “We have to find her.” She thought about Amare, how she had cried the day before.

Glinda nodded. “That’s what I also wanted to use the Book for,” she said. “My familiars found something that could be of use to us.”

She went and got another old book from a shelf, and opened to a marked page. “This is a potion I found. When someone digests it, the potion allows them to mentally connect to a version of themselves from another world. Like a trance, of sorts.”

“I get it,” Yachiyo said. “If I take that potion, I can see where the other me is.”

“If she isn’t dead, that is,” Glinda added.

Yachiyo tensed up a bit. “For Amare’s sake, I hope not.”

“Precisely. I was able to gather all the ingredients I could, but one ingredient eluded me. A rare flower called a Moonlight Bloom.”

“‘Moonlight Bloom?’”

Glinda pointed at a woodcut on the page. It was a flower with silver petals opening to the light of a full moon. The moon had a comical face on it that smiled down on the flower. “It’s rare, but I used the Book of Records and my familiars to find a place where it may be. The nearest one is in the territory of the Hammerheads.”

Yachiyo blinked. “It’s in the ocean?”

Glinda chuckled. “Not those Hammerheads. These Hammerheads are creatures native to Oz. They are fiercely territorial, and though they lack arms and have short legs, their heads can really pack a punch. The Moonlight Bloom grows in the middle of their land, and getting to it during the day would be difficult.”

Yachiyo realized what this meant. “You want me to get it at night.”

“Not just you,” Glinda said. “You’ll have to take a small group with you. I think Aliss and Lucina would be able to help you with this. Neseel and Kira can help you, too.”

“I see.” Yachiyo thought it over. After how Claudine and the others had underperformed during that Witch fight, maybe it was better to go with a group that seemed more together.

“I’ll do it,” Yachiyo said. “I can even go tonight.”

Glinda smiled. “Perfect. Then I can get started on the potion right away.”

“Thank you. That sounds like a good idea.” Yachiyo looked around the room, deep in thought.

“Yachiyo? What’s wrong?”

Yachiyo turned to Glinda. “I was just thinking… about Amare.”

Glinda looked at her, putting the potion book down. “You’re worried about her, aren’t you?”

Yachiyo nodded.

“If you want, you can go and talk to her now. She’s probably still in her room.”

“Can I?”

“Of course, now that we’re done here. And right now, I think you’re the person she’d want to talk to the most.”

Yachiyo’s mouth was in a firm line. “But… I’m not the Yachiyo she misses.”

“I still think she’d rather speak to you.”

Yachiyo decided Glinda was right, and soon found herself following another maid towards Amare’s room. It was at the end of a hall with doors leading to other girls’ rooms.

The maid left Yachiyo alone as soon as they arrived. Yachiyo took a deep breath before knocking.

For a moment, there was no answer. Then, Amare’s voice drifted out. “Who is it?”

“It’s me,” Yachiyo said.

Soon the doorknob turned, and Amare opened the door. Her face stared out from the darkness.

“Yachiyo…” she said.

Yachiyo held her hands behind her back and tilted her head. “Amare,” she said. “May I come in?”

Amare seemed taken aback, but nodded, letting Yachiyo enter and closing the door.

The room was sparsely decorated. The bed seemed barely made, and the curtains were drawn, casting a dim light.

“This is your room…?” Yachiyo asked, looking around.

Amare shook her head. “It’s just the room they gave me,” she said. “My old room… Aliss’s girlfriend is using it now.”

Yachiyo looked around a bit more, before fixing her eyes on Amare. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Amare looked down. “I didn’t know how to tell you,” she said. “You didn’t know anything about this world. You don’t even know about what went on before you arrived here…”

Fair enough. Yachiyo frowned. “I can’t believe you all hid this from me. I didn’t have any clue about what you did before moving to Japan. Had I known…”

“What? What would you have done if you had known?” Amare scowled. “We were the only way you could get help here.”

“What else are you hiding from me?” Yachiyo asked. A million thoughts ran through her head. “Is there something about the other Yachiyo that I don’t know about? Some other dark secret…?”

“No!”

Amare’s voice was louder that time, and in the quiet of the room, it seemed to echo off the walls. Yachiyo shut her mouth, looking at the dark-haired girl before her.

Amare looked down at the ground. “The Yachiyo Nanami of this world is just as good a person as you are.” She closed her eyes. “That’s why I still can’t believe she’d have anything to do with a good for nothing girl like me…”

Yachiyo held back from saying anything. She didn’t like how Amare seemed to easily refer to herself as good for nothing. It reminded her of Mifuyu.

Mifuyu… She hoped she was okay back home.

Amare for her part sniffled, tears beginning to leak out.

“I was scared, okay?” she said, her voice choked. “I thought I was going to lose everyone! So I contracted with Kyubey and joined Epithene. I thought… I thought I could make a deal to have her spare my friends and family. I did it for them…!”

She buried her face in her hands, her body heaving. “And now… I can’t even face them without feeling guilty…”

Yachiyo watched her, unsure what to do. Like Mifuyu with the Magius… she thought quietly. “What made you change your mind?”

Amare looked up at her, her eyes red from tears, streaks of water trailing down her cheeks. “You,” she said.

Yachiyo blinked. “Me?”

Amare wrung her hands together. “I came to Kamihama to get Ozma back for Epithene. While I was there, I ran into the other you, and after our initial hostility, she showed me that I didn’t have to be so afraid of losing everyone. That was when you–she– told me… told me that she would never let me be alone ever again.”

She didn’t look up, teardrops falling to the floor. “Even when the war ended, and people still hated me… she was still there for me. She let me stay in Mikazuki, until I could figure things out. No one understood my pain more than she did…!”

The emotions seemed to become too much for Amare, and she resumed crying once more. Yachiyo, unsure what to say, walked closer to her.

“Amare…” she began. What could she say? Could anything she say matter to Amare when she wasn’t even the Yachiyo she wanted to talk to?

“Amare…” Yachiyo said again. Instead of saying more, she simply pulled the shorter girl in for a hug, wrapping her arms around her.

That seemed to catch Amare’s attention. “Yachiyo,” she sniffled. “What are you…?”

“It’s going to be okay,” Yachiyo said, rubbing Amare’s back. “I’m going to do everything I can to help you. I promise.”

“R-really?” Amare looked up at her. At her height, Yachiyo couldn’t help but note how easily Amare’s head could fit under the crook of Yachiyo’s neck. She wondered about how often the other her and Amare had held each other like this. Were their nights when Amare still needed comfort, after all that she went through? Was the other her better at understanding what this girl needed?

Yachiyo smiled softly down at her. “Really.”

Amare returned the smile. Before Yachiyo could say one more thing, Amare moved her face closer to Yachiyo’s, closing her eyes, her lips close to the blue-haired girl’s.

Immediately Yachiyo let go of her and stepped back. “What are you doing?” she asked, eyeing the other girl.

Amare looked like she had just been slapped. “Y-Yachiyo,” she began. “It wasn’t… I mean…”

Yachiyo clenched her fist. “I’m sorry,” she said, “but I have a girlfriend, Amare. It… it wouldn’t be right.” She turned to leave.

“Yachiyo, wait!” Before Yachiyo took three steps, she felt Amare’s hand holding onto her arm. She looked back.

Amare stared at her, desperation in her eyes. “Yachiyo, please,” she said. “Please… don’t leave me. We can stay here and talk some more… Just the two of us.”

Yachiyo yanked her hand away. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I can’t.”

She immediately went to the door and left the room.

“Yachiyo!” Amare cried out, but Yachiyo shut the door and kept on walking, fighting down the burning feeling in her cheeks.

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I had written this letter for twitter originally but here it comes here too, for pride or whatev

alright, i guess i have gathered my thoughts a bit, although not all of them so uh. It's pride month. And In the last couple of weeks or so, I'vebeen thinking a lot about myself, and I'm the opposite of Marina (I don't know at all what I want and who I want to be) but one thing I'm sure? Sort of? I know of it? Oh this is going dogshit already Well, I'm trans! Well.... I wasn't keeping it a secret. But I never used that word to describe me. I guess I was afraid? I always tip-toed around the fact that I wasn't cis, but for some reason, I didnt want to tell myself. But hell, if someone asks you if you're cis and your first response is not "yeah" but "hmmmm mmwell hmmm i guess hmm kinda hmm i mean..." youre probably not! So yeah. I just want to say it clear and loud. I don't know if I will identify with the word trans or another one in the future, but it's time i look at myself in the mirror and say Girl, you are Definetly Not Cis. Like, at all.

Truth is, I've been suffering from dysphoria since I was in middle school. And I knew I was into women and not into men (at least cishetmen) since elementary school. But as some of you know, I never let myself explore my feelings. I came to my sexuality when I was 19. I bottled everything. I don't think it was fear at first.. But since I was 15, I had body disphoria, and no matter how much I was attracted by my body, I could tell something was off. And at around 21 I started bottling these feelings for real. This time I was really afraid. I was afraid of being transmasc? Why? I honestly don't know, this bitch is stupid. I would dread the moment thinking that id have to come out as transmasc despite me not wanting to being one, you know, something cis girls think a lot of the time. And cis girls also do a lot of google researches about ftm surgeries and hormones in the incognito tab. So yeah. I'm sitting here. I'm not really sure how I feel, but I don't feel like an absolute.

Will this be temporary? Maybe? Is this what feels better? Well, a bit better than before, so it's a step forward From now, I'll think of myself as a Bigender Lesbian. I accidentally clicked both gender buttons at the same time so now my gender took a fucking screenshot. My attraction has always been beyond the simple "woman" (quoting a trumblr post, "“non-binary” means a thousand different things to a thousand different people and therefore anyone of any sexuality could theoretically be attracted to a non-binary person in some capacity.") but I expressed that already in the past, so i guess the new part here is just about the gender I still use she/them as pronoums for now, and I'm currently researching if I fit the criteria to ask for free T therapy (im kinda afraid to give my doctor more than one task at the time, since its more than a year that i want to be tested for autism and i don't want to disrupt that) But yeah. uuh.. I think I said everything I wanted to. Hi

#personali posti #long post #and my two genders are lesbian and gayass 'boy' (allegedly)

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youve-doomed-us-all-jerk · 1 year

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man of steel watch 2023😁(long af reactions under the cut lmao copied from twitter)

fuck it you already know

still wonder what zacks plan was with the codex🤔🤔🤔was it just there to thematically be him carrying the kryptonian refugees or was there more

still crazy that zack in his unsubtle way made the villain colonizing eugenicists and people got mad at him for saying the appropriate response was killing them lol

minor thing but appreciate jor not saying anything when zod was pleading that lara abort the launch, just a look, he trusts her, feel like thats paralleled with clark and lois's relationship later, again minor but superman medias all about speeches so lmao

"his name is kal, son of el and he is beyond your reach"🥺

lara's theme is so good

the pan to his abs, zack knew the demographic he was reaching for

the worlds too big scene😭😭

if i saw a big breasted man run boobily across a lawn and steal some clothes i wouldnt snitch

he aint need to throw ross out the water like that but he uses words like dicksplash so he deserves it

😭😭😭(got nothing to say about the "maybe" scene, im tired lmao)

forgot how many emotional hits they roll out so early in the movie lmao

lmao remember when people said ludlow wouldnt try to fight clark cuz he was huge, cuz as we all know toxic masculinity definitely doesnt make men act stupid and vile lol anyway proud of clark for fucking up his truck sexual harassers deserve nothing

its her lois lane shes here

genuinely didn't know joe was clark for my first 3 views of this movie lmao

the flashlight to clarks laser eyes transition was cool(so was the pod landing in the farm transitioning to the boat crashing against a wave scene)

super buff sexy drifting doctor clark kent

fuck this nerd who sold lois out after she gave him info. zack was already laying the seeds of the media being dicks from this one blogger lmao

"and kal, that's my name "🥺

jor-el's power point presentation let's go

do remember someone in good faith(hopefully lol)saying jor was "glorifying" colonization when he spoke "fondly" of the era of expansion of krypton, and maybe fair though that could also be why he and lara chose not to escape with kal, the whole they were a part of the problem

genuinely fav supes suit I get the desire to have the ma kent suit but i cant see it anymore as anything other than him reassuring his loyalty to earth(america) to the gatekeepers, martha had a whole lifetime with him let him have one of the few connections to his culture he has

first flight😃😃😃😃

seeing this for the first time as a teen and finally understanding "you'll believe a man can fly"

no superhero media has done flying as good as this, not even bvs or zsjl theres just something about MoS's flying that makes my brain light up

don't forget lois lane figured out clarks identity(b4 he even went public) without luther or bruce's resources, smartest bestest investigator in dcu🗣🗣🗣

should they have had a younger actor play 18 yr old clark in the argument with jonathan in the car scene, maybe, though cavills teen angsty" i didnt say that!" and "you're not my dad !>:(" voice was p believable lmao

the way she drops the biggest story cuz her kindness is as big as her drive to get the truth, no wonder she's what inspires him

ngl recently heard laurence fishburne in moon girl and devil dino and the whiplash between his 2 performances lmao

seeing the butterfly trapped in the chain has new meaning now

soundtrack: *hits those mos piano notes* me everytime:

well maybe for a little bit⚰⚰⚰

you think swanwick was watching the your are not alone message and thought it was a cliche

the military people behind the glass watching these two flirt right in front of them

when he breaks the cuffs while standing up😛😏

"it did to me"

maybe love is real idk

the ship atmosphere thing was such a good way to foreshadow kryptonite lmao(yes did still take notes while my twitter was down lmao)

Jor-els fun informative power point presentation vs zod's very bad no good drug trip

clarks mind vision of himself is literally still a farmboy idk why people still think he isnt "connected to his humanity" in the iteration lmao

black suit but with no silver to symbolize pure darkness, death and to make him look the same as zod

though not to jump to zsjl but we know zack had to smuggle the black suit in with the metal padding and post color editing in that movie do wonder if he was gonna go with a totally different design if he had complete control, maybe capeless, pure metal for the silver and a beard? do also remember him teasing the long hair in one interview lmao

watching superman sink into a mountain of skulls really rewired my teenage brain since i only knew of him from pop culture at that point ngl

will say kinda funny that clark is clearly torn up about killing while lois was just blasting kryptonians blam blam🔫🔫🔫girl boss

the escaping the ship ost is so good😩why wasnt it on the official soundtrack, i know theres a good youtube ver of it but lmao

ok starting to think the jor colonization criticism wasn't in good faith cuz clark does kinda bring up the whole "do you agree with zod about wiping out humans???" thing lmao

clark saving lo in the escape pod scene got me tense af in the theater

"YOU THINK YOU CAN THREATEN MY MOTHER?!" still goes hard

do like when clark is a lil petty lmao "cranky cuz your momma didnt teach you to not be overstimulated hmm"

neat little quirk clark does in all of zacks movies, before he gets in a serious fight theres usually a shot of him clenching his fist lmao

nam-ek popped the pilot like a blueberry

faora's so cool

my man fighting for his life in this ihop in front of all his old friends too

flying really was his one advantage against these soldiers and he loses that when he fights zod too they really put him thru it on his first day😭

faora made him waste all his bullets, wait till he pulled out a knife and then pulls out a bigger one like

like to think zack having the military drone strike smallville is a parallel to when the US did it to the african village in BvS

yeah big floaty alien thing in the middle of the city may be a lil overdone now but half dont look as good as how zack did it back then

world engine sound design so sexy too😋

zacks cape porn👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽

oh god🥺best scene, yes am getting emotional, scene means a lot to me

also kinda weird when zack does invoke the moses allegory people arent like "he's literally saying supes is moses!" like they do with jeezy creezy and his imagery lmao he's literally looks like he's parting the sea here lmao

in the wider snyderverse am realizing theres more moses stuff you can connect to even if the timeline is wonky and its not 1:1, obviously darkseid is the pharaoh with his whole enslavement thing, him turning supes to his side could be interpreted as ramses and moses

in this way zod, who believes in kryptons removal of "free choice" like jor and lara said, is the guard moses kills when he sees him mistreating one of his people

and the destruction of the genesis chamber and the other kryptonians being sucked back into the phantom zone could be an allegory for when god killed the first borns of egypt, no moses expert tho so could be reaching lol but fun connections, tangent i know lmao

oh also rather than a race thing it becomes more that clarks "people" are the ones who believe in free will and choice while darkseid and zods dont lmao anyway

"krypton had its chance!" still to this day lives in my mind rent free

lmao love that lois and clark are just horny for each other no matter who is watching not the military not lois's coworkers or the other survivors

zod's monologue👨🏽‍🍳👌🏽

to this day idk if i can think of a cbm fight thats topped superman vs zod, just in like raw visceral action and the fact they actually have stakes in it

thinking about how i remember shannon telling zack "as long as my suit isnt cgi i dont wanna wear those pajamas" or something and zack said yeah and then it was lol

my superman hates and constantly destroys military drones

and welcome to the planet! Glad i watched this again after so long, definitely needed that, hopefully work lets up enough for me to watch the rest of the trilogy✌🏽

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the-chronicles-of-a-bookworm · 1 year

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I posted 567 times in 2022

That's 566 more posts than 2021!

45 posts created (8%)

522 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@asunflowerana

@colorseeingchick

I tagged 250 of my posts in 2022

#hannah's dairy entry - 36 posts

#kuroko no basket - 31 posts

#jjk - 30 posts

#knb - 29 posts

#jujutsu kaisen - 24 posts

#hannah talks - 17 posts

#akashi seijuro - 14 posts

#tumblr games - 13 posts

#aomine daiki - 13 posts

#nanami kento - 13 posts

Longest Tag: 108 characters

#that balcony opposite my building with millions of different kinds of flowers basically filling up the place

My Top Posts in 2022:

ask: aloha, im new, an i was wondering uh..why dont you like JK rowling if she made harry putter *potter (sorry it doeint *doesint* let me backspace) but you like harry potter? sorry i dont mean to be rude or offend im actually really curious and would love to know <3 (if u dont wanna anzer *answer tat is fine lol) (IM SO SORRY FOR THE MISSSPELLS)

Hi! Firstly, welcome to my blog and the spelling mistakes are totally fine, I've faced them before. 😁😁 Now, I support the LGBTQ+ community and believe that someone's sexuality or gender does not matter in society. I was exposed to the terms 'gay' and 'lesbian' at a young age, and my parents explained them to me. However, they told me that homosexuality is a 'disgusting' act. I did not want to believe them, though. I always thought that if a boy liked another boy, or if a girl liked another girl, it was totally fine. It's like in fairytales, it's true love. Except, there are two princesses/princes. J.K. Rowling is, in very short words, a TERF. Why? It started on Twitter where JKR 'accidentally liked' a transphobic tweet. The tweet was something about trans men being 'men in dresses'. People all around the world started throwing hate comments at JKR saying things like "You are Voldemort" and stuff like that. Why people did not get a reply to the hate comments was because JKR stayed off of Twitter, as she says on her website. J.K. Rowling liked another post, yet again, on Twitter, which caused another outbreak of hate comments. But soon, JKR started to openly show her support for a person called Maya Forstater, a British tax advisor who wasn't renewed because of her transphobic posts. On her website, she lists the reasons why she is worried about trans activism, or something and you can check it out here.

I hope this did not bore you to death 😐, but, I needed to show just how much I do not support JKR. (I thought a long answer would show that.)

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Imagine you’re at a party. You’re single. However, three guys you like are present. (They’re also hopelessly in love with you.) The games are:

Spin the bottle (kiss)

7 minutes in heaven (make-out)

truth or dare (oral)

You’re forced to participate in all three games. The games are rigged by your and his friends. Each game is a different guy. Pretend you have a choice. Gojo, Aomine, and Kento which act of sin?

Nonnie! I absolutely LOVED this question!! Okie, let's get started.

Nanami Kento - Truth or Dare. I choose him for this cause I think he'll be really understanding and wouldn't tease me too much about an embarrassing answer. And for dares, I don't think he'll make me do something to make me uncomfortable. dare me to kiss you pls .

I just found out that truth or dare is oral. Like, the, THE oral. and since my blog is SFW, i'm not going in detail. But my answer remains the same. People above 18 years of age probably understood what I meant by THE oral.

Gojo Satoru - 7 minutes in heaven. I honestly couldn't choose between this and Spin the Bottle. I chose 7 minutes in heaven cause I think he'll be much more experienced in this kind of stuff, you know. Sure, I'll have to endure some of his teasing but the reward i'm getting is good enough to make up for it.

Aomine Daiki - Spin the Bottle! For a boy who spends his whole life playing basketball, I don't think he has any experience being in relationships. I actually wanted him for 7 minutes in heaven, but most of that 7 minutes will just be one kiss and us being blushing, stuttering idiots. So yeah, spin the bottle.

This was really cute and I LOVED answering this. To be honest, I wanted all three of them for all the three *ahem* activities. But, that is not possible.

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Aomine Daiki x Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend, Aomine, was away for a practise match between some other school. You, however, wanted cuddles. Pairing: Aomine Daiki x GN! Reader Warnings: None, just fluff Words: 538 a/n: I started writing this at 2:20 p.m. This is supposed to be gn!reader but I visualized a fem!reader when writing this. This is proofread but please give feedback. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“It’s cold.”, you whispered to yourself, silently hoping that Aomine could somehow hear you. Maybe the wind can carry your whispers to him. It was snowing slightly. Not enough for a blizzard or anything. Just little specks of white on the roads and pavements. As if the wind had sent your message to your boyfriend, you heard the keys jingling and a rough, deep voice calling out “Baby, I’m home!”

You run over to Aomine, jumping up and latching your arms around his neck, giving him soft, quick kisses on his cheek and down to his jaw.

“Daiki! Finally, you’re home. I’ve been waiting for so long and I want to cuddle.”, you whined.

You gave him your pouty face, slowly blinking your eyes and giving your boyfriend more kisses, trailing down his neck. Aomine has still not let you down, enjoying your kisses. After what seemed like eternity, your boyfriend placed you on the ground.

“C’mere baby. We can cuddle here.” Aomine said, guiding your red loveseat.

Aomine laid down first and opened his arms, gesturing you to come and cuddle up next to him.

His eyes drifted to your feet, and he smirked slightly.

“Oh! You’re stealing my socks too, now? Can’t get enough of me babe?”

“Shut up, Daiki.”, you said, slightly slapping his chest, “I missed you, and your socks are big and warm.”

“Okay, okay, sorry.”, he took you arms and started kissing your palm before he pressed his lips onto yours.

Aomine’s kisses varied from soft to passionate and rough. Right now, he was softly kissing you, lightly licking your bottom lip for permission to enter and you happily complied. It spread sparks of pleasure around your body. A euphoric feeling filling you body. Aomine’s lips on yours was the only thing you registered, completely blocking out anything else that was happening around you.

Aomine slowly pulled away, both of you slightly panting. You grinned before whispering his name, repeatedly.

“I love you so much, Daiki. And you’re right, I can never get enough of you”, you whispered.

His fierce blue eyes were oozing with warmth and love as he stared at you.

“I love you too, Y/N.”, Aomine whispered, pecking your lips.

“But I love you more.”, you teased, smirking slightly.

“No, I love you more.”

“In your dreams, Daiki.”

“That should be my line.”

“Huh? I couldn’t hear you.”, you giggled.

Aomine shifted so that he could hover over you and started tickling you. Your giggles and laughs filled the room. Even Aomine started laughing out loud. His warm laugh reached your ears and you giggled more.

“The only one who can love more is me!” you boyfriend said.

“Fine, fine! I surrender! Please stop!” you shouted, still laughing.

Aomine pulled his hand away and returned to your original position. You put your head in the crook of his neck before you felt your eyes slowly drooping.

You gave him a small kiss on his neck before you quiet snores filled the room. The last thing you registered was Aomine hugging you more tightly and a kiss on the back of you head.

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Akashi Seijuro x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Akashi Seijuro x Fem!Reader Warnings: my writing, tooth-rotting fluff Word count: 548 a/n: OOC Akashi I think. I am just writing this for myself but I'm just sharing it here for those who are willing to read stupid fics too. U can also request for something if you have anything on ur mind. just check the rules in my blog before requesting something. The ending is also very stupid cause i didn't know what to write. P.S.- I overdid it with the tags. ignore them... if u want to.

You were sitting on Akashi’s lap. One of his arms was wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly whilst the other handheld the book you were reading together, open. As he reached out to turn the page, your quiet voice called out.

“No, don’t turn it yet, I’m not done.”

“Well, how can I ignore your requests, fair maiden?”, your boyfriend said, before putting his hand back in its original place, around your waist.

“So cheesy, Sei. We should read something else other than medieval romance, then.”, you teased.

A warm, deep, velvety chuckle filled the room. Akashi’s hand slithers up your shirt and rests on your stomach.

“You’re right, darling. As much as I love reading, some books influence me. Nevertheless, I’m not taking back what I said before.

You giggled and turned to look at him. He set the book on the side table before turning his attention back to you.

He looks beautiful wearing his reading glasses. It was rectangular and was perched on his nose delicately. Akashi was looking at you from above his glasses. You reached your hand up, and took it off, setting it on the side table, above the book, carefully. Then, brought your face closer to his and lightly brushed your lips on his cheeks.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?”, you asked before proceeding to kiss his nose.

“Shouldn’t I say that to you, my love? You’re beautiful.” Akashi teased, pushing a strand of your hair that escaped its hair tie prison, behind your ear.

“Gorgeous” Kiss on the crown of you head.

“Attractive” Kiss on the top of your head.

“Appealing” Kiss on your forehead.

“Alluring” Kiss on the bridge of your nose.

“Bewitching” Kiss on your nose.

“irresistible” Kiss on one of your cheeks.

“heavenly” Kiss on your other cheek.

“pulchritudinous”

Akashi pressed his lips onto your, your cheeks dusted with red from what he said you were. You could feel Akashi smirking against your lips. He won the teasing game, fair and square. Just as he was pulling away, you pecked his lips slightly before pulling back yourself.

“I don’t know how you know all those words, especially the last one. I thought you were telling me that I’m like fruit punch or something. Or fruit pulp. Or studious. Does studious make sense, though? Maybe fruit juice who studies well. A smart fruit juice. A smart fruit! What’s a smart fruit, though? Maybe apples, cause they’re better than doctors.”

You boyfriend let a laugh he has been trying to hold back for so long. His beautiful laugh broke you out of your own thoughts.

“Huh? What happened, babe?”

“Nothing, darling. You were rambling.”

“Well,”, you said, smiling a little, “If it is annoying, I’ll just go.”

“No, no, love! I meant to say that its adorable.”

You laughed before wrapping your arms around his body and snuggling your face into the crook of Akashi’s neck.

“I love you.”

“I know,”, Akashi said softly, “I love you too.”

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My #1 post of 2022

boyfriend! nagi who presses lazy morning kisses to your face whenever he wakes up earlier than you (which is rare) "wake up princess, i want some kisses too y'know"

boyfriend! nagi who relishes in the kisses you press to his cheeks and his cutey patootie nose and his beautiful, closed eyelids and finally a small, barely there, peck to his lips.

boyfriend! nagi, who loves sleeping, but loves you more, so he sacrifices it to come with you to the grocery store at 3:00 in the morning to get that exact same ice cream you asked for before going to sleep.

boyfriend! nagi who loves it when you ramble about your day while massaging hair. "use your nails too baby. love the feelin' of your nails s'much"

boyfriend! nagi who comes with you to see you get your nails done and keeps telling you to get sharper, longer tips cause he loves how it looks on you. "do those long ones you had last week, baby. the ones that feel good when you play with my hair."

boyfriend! nagi who gives you his hoodies to wear before a match. "you can keep this, babe. i have another one anyways."

boyfriend! nagi who loves the good luck kiss you give him before a match and when you wave to him from the stands when during a match.

boyfriend! nagi who loves you so much, that he'll brag to all his friends about you. "yeah, that's my girl. my baby."

this was written for @/garoujo who loves nagi seishiro and blue lock. I barely read 10 chapters of the manga, but I have enough characterization after reading emmie's (@/garoujo) fics. credits to @firefly-graphics for the pretty dividers and @vespersposts who supported me all throughout! you can ask to be tagged through ask or dms.

388 notes - Posted November 28, 2022

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Random post #4

Things I don't like about my fav K-pop groups:

Red Velvet - the fandom mainly. They have a superiority complex that is through the roof, however it has been growing less over the years as the fandom gets older. Also, the small mismanagement of SM with Red Velvet, there have been so many times especially in this year where they say oh yh here's an activity that will happen with rv and then it gets cancelled, like what? This doesn't happen, or at least not as much, in other K-pop groups under SM, I'm tired of it.

IVE - Unnecessary hate that the members get. Like ong where is it all coming from? It's too much. Sometimes, I may understand it but like sometimes it just gets out of hand. Especially with Wonyoung, the strawberry issue was ages ago and people are still angry over it like chill. Liz is getting unnecessary hate for weight gain like are u actually angry about someone gaining weight? You must be bored af. Gaeul got some hate in June for someone on Twitter saying that Gaeul said the n word yet there was never any evidence in the first place for her saying it and these claims were false in the end. The hate is so unnecessary many times. Really. Also, there are rumours that Starship only wants Yujin and Wonyoung (possibly Gaeul as well as she was supposed to go with Yujin and Wonyoung to pd48) to shine and I can see where that comes from. Btw, mini album when? I'm getting tired of only 2 songs each comeback... Another thing is the tension between the girls, it's clear that there is not complete good communication, clearly Yujin and Wonyoung are upset about Iz*one disbanding and they're not over it yet, so it's sad. They communicate with each other not as people who are close but like co-workers almost.

Seventeen - this was difficult to decide because in my opinion everything about Seventeen and the fandom is near to perfect. However, the only problem I have is that they're too perfect. They're too good to be true and I'm scared that we will get a twisted and ugly truth when all of seventeen ends. They have been in barely any controversies and the ones that they have been in were not that big as well. So, I'm just afraid it's going to backfire on the whole load of us, carats, yk? Because no one is perfect and you know it. But, I'm going to enjoy them while it lasts yk?

TXT - I think a lot of MOA's feel this way but the huge change of direction of music, it's too much almost. HYBE really needs to know how to change concepts smoothly so the public isn't shocked when it comes to them, especially the fans. Tbh, I really liked the emo punk they were going for but this new bad boy concept is cringy and annoying in my opinion. Don't get me wrong I love my boys all the way, they're my favourite 4th gen BG atm but yk it hurts to see the inconsistency. It's one thing to experiment with music and another to be inconsistent, they didn't have enough time in my opinion to solidify their sound and that's why it becomes worse, the songs don't sound like TXT and ever since gbgb I've become quite distant from TXT.

NMIXX - scared of the beat drops and the overall superiority complex from people that are obsessed with nmixx and with people that are obsessed on hating nmixx with all their might. Other than that, I love that a lot of people are aware of how talented nmixx is, because the music may not be to everyone's taste but we have to admit that they are really talented especially for rookies. But even that doesn't allow nswers to have such a superiority complex within the fandom, and no we are not going to win roty, I think that's pretty obvious, if it was because of talent, yh we would win but through achievements, no we aren't.

Newjeans - I mean probably obvious but it's Min Heejin and the audacity she had to debut a group filled with minors. I also hate the fact that people try to brush off the fact that they are minors because they are "talented". Don't get me wrong they are, they're your average kpop rookie girl group, and still quite talented but they're minors and talented or not, it puts them in a lot of danger. The world of K-pop is not for children unfortunately, it's very easy for them to be manipulated or exploitation.

Twice - either the fandom is toxic (small minority tho) and the fights with blinks that are completely stupid. Anyway, also ig it's how much they being overworked, I mean they are at least, the second biggest K-pop girl group internationally, but it's still hurtful to see them getting worked so much especially now that they are growing up as adults. Some people can't even accept the fact that they have grown, some people think Jeongyeon is fat on purpose, she's not even fat, that's the normal weight a human being should weigh. She's not fat. Also, JYP old use Jeongyeon as an actual lead vocalist thank you very much.

I'm sorry that the majority of these us about the fandom but I, and many others, don't know a lot about the idols themselves or how they work or what they do in general and it's none of my business anyway.

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wordsarefakeokay · 8 months

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The universe told me to stop and reflect. The universe told me "don't escape the safe place you've built, learn to see it as home again. Reinforce the barricades and the borders, define your home, name your boundaries. Define what is safe for you and cut what is not. Be okay with your decision and while you do that learn to walk again"

My hands are my voice. I'm finding my peace in the writing. These thumbs have written more essays and fairy tales than on this here heaven and earth Horatio....or at least at a computer. There's no end to the strength and dexterity of my thumbs on my phone. Instead of telling trolls on that inconsequential app Twitter off I spend my time playing with words like preschool blocks and building castles out of cardboard. I am a kid again putting the voice to the thoughts I was too scared to express, to scared to share. I was blinded by the idea of happily ever after and that once the girl gets her prince or resolves her issues, that's supposed to be the end of the story. Aren't you happy now you have a man? Aren't you happy now you had one meaningful conversation with your mom, isn't it all water under the bridge by now?

Now I can say no one breakthrough is not a solution. It's an epiphany and how you respond afterwards is your truth. Will you wake up and try better, wake up and try at all, or will you think that the epiphany is enough and that therapy is a quick fix solution. Will you try at all or stay the same. Will you be there or will you be present, aware, active, engaging. Will you just sit in the room and think that's enough or will you try. Your response tells us everything.

So I sit here in my princess and the pea bed of mattresses and it's soft and home and clean and safe. I still watch fairy tales but now I look at all the characters and think about who's storyline has helped me grow the most in that hour and a half. Who's growth is going to help me with my own and now I find that it changes day to day. I am the hero of my own story and sometimes that means I'm the side character for someone else because my relationship with them matters to me, they matter to me but also by listening to my dear ones woes I can reflect on my own. The advice I give them also helps me. And I practice this when I'm watching a movie. It's not just observing cinematic experience in a moment, it's learning how the story unfolds based on how the director sees it and understanding the use and importance of dialogue. Only the best shows make it hard to choose which storyline applies that day because everyone and everything about the story is working in perfect harmony. And everytime I am different, unique, feeling a singular train of thought that day and the movie, the story takes me somewhere else. They still come with a sick beat and melody to match so some things stay the same. It is me who is different and wiser now. And that is okay. That is called growth.

So that is why it must be that the universe said "nah honey take a chill pill" and zapped me with the fortune of a few broken foot bones and some joint fractures for measure. When they bury me in the ground my right foot will look different from my left. Those bones don't look the way they do when I started this trainwreck rollercoaster called life. So I stay comfy and I wait and I wait. I manage pain and I wait and I wait. I see my doctor take the medication eat food and I eat the right food and I wait. And wait. And wait until my doctor says otherwise. I'm healing, and mending skeletal framework and rewiring my muscles. And everytime I get a little closer to having a normal life again I go right back to bed before waking up to try again. Can't you see that I'm trying?

So you're not welcome here. Your presence isn't safe. You aren't a safe space for me anymore and looking back on it I don't really think you were. I don't know how you clearly must be for other people. You are a volcano ready to erupt at a kids science fair at the earliest sign of Pepsi on Mentos. You are a fire hydrant who's lug nut did not get properly tightened on it's last task. You are a hallowed antique store that is precious to your small community that I'm terrified to enter because I'm not worthy. Because the person behind the counter is analyzing my every move my every breath and tallying every close call or smudged foot print I leave. They're preparing to sanitize every surface, polish every piece, freaking sage your safe zone from the enemy that apparently was me all along. I was walking on eggshells in your safe space, even when you opened it up to me. I was holding my breath Incase I breathed funny and triggered something in you. I was recounting verbal chess moves to see where everything went wrong. And at the end of the day I learned

We are not good for each other. We are not safe for each other. Your china shop is at your exact specifications and new elements are not welcome in your life. And that's your problem because you missed out on knowing me. You missed out on really knowing me. You saw what you could gather in a year and you told me I wasn't good enough. You told me the four deadly words to anyone's soul: you're not good enough. You asked me to change and never wondered what I needed from you if we were gonna stay in each other's lives. Stay as family. Be a family. Family makes room in the shops for you to visit. I wanted to look at your antiques and doodads and any memory you ever wanted to share that was neat or painful or funny or raw. Any memory that told me about you. Your antique shop was in black and white while I was there and all I wanted to do was know what colors went where. I wanted to know who you were in all the funny or scary or weird or nice microcosms about you. What makes you a person and can I be good in your life like I thought you would be in mine.

I guess we answered that question the day I broke my foot. It was the day you tried to fix things. It was the day you broke my heart. The kind of break you've been through before but you thought was behind you. The hurt that reminds you of your mom, the mom who's better over there out of my own book store.

And the worst part is that I know if I told you this you'd tell me that the antique china shop I described is actually a mom and pop OG game stop before game stop became popular. Itd be the hit place with the kids in the district or the kids in the group home or the kids in the after school DARE program rode their bikes and scooters and skateboards to while laughing at lessons and thinking about drugs and how the things "you're too young to mess with" are actually something you can get at the guy from the 711 on the way to the mom and pop store. You'd tell me that the antiques found in here we're the treasures of your youth, that the retro pieces of my time were the norm in yours. That every day nostalgia for you was an era away that I can appreciate like a fine wine. We are different and I was trying to understand what was in your store. I was trying to understand why this mom and pop shop stayed at this block with this community and supported this family and these kids. Why is this a safe place for others and not a safe space for me. I was trying to understand. Do you hear that? I was trying. to. understand. And you let me explore for a little bit I think I sneezed or laughed with you about something or maybe it was a comment or my body language or my attitude but I also could have just breathed wrong and you put up hazards saying "this place isn't safe with my little sister anymore" with everyone in your life on alert to figure out how to keep a sniper rifle trained on me. And from that first offense, every little mistake I made got worse, there was no end to punishments or tough fam conversations. I left a job because of that kind of treatment why are you surprised I blocked you? Why did you make your hurt my problem at the end of everything when I told you it was over and that I was done. Why are you like this? I hope you answer that question later for yourself one day so I'll say it again for spiciness. Why. are. you. like. this? Why can't you change?

The worst part about it is I know how you'll respond to all this and it goes a little something like this: you'd respond in a way that would make it about you just so you could have the last say and end this on a note where your hurt is my problem (again) and you would end it in a way that would prompt me to respond. You talk to hurt and be right so you can sleep at night and I talk to heal and grow. We're different. And when things go bad, things are worse before the bull breaks the retro shop.

The bull was you all along. Please know that before we talk again.

#things i wish i could say #things i wish i told my sister #a word in edgewise #i think i was writing a warm up earlier about something else and then this came out #so this became my first draft of something i wish i had told my sister when i finally cut her off #monologues #monologuesque #id write a soliloquy in ny sleep if it would mean she would change #i wanted to work things out so badly #honestly just for her wife at the end but still. i found two big sisters for the price of one #and her wife was more a sister to me than my actual sister was #her wife gets angry but she doesnt get mean #and she would never yell at me #or make me feel like im not enough #i got the message loud and clear from my own mother if my sister is just gonna keep telling me that everytime we talk and not also try to #fix her shit at the same time or value my trauma as the same as her own well #fuck out of my life the doors right there #and i dont need you to contact me so ill block your ass on the way out ya asshole #dont be surprised when i dont want to try if you wont either #that kind of relationship is not worth my time until you change yourself #fuck you for hurting me and then thinking you can brush it away with an apology #the hurts still there dickhead #okay im done #theres obviously a lot left unsaid and i wish more than anything i could just out it behind me once and for all #but things still feel unresolved and i just know #i just know. shes going to show up after a cool enough period when things are good for her and shes feeling a high and she wants to brag #and tell me shes right and that she was kind of wrong but shes still right and i know that mentality will be sooo hard for her to break bc #its the only mechanism she has to help her sleep at night #anyway grrr #writing

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Ok like kinda random sorry but this is a constant bit of brainrot I had and I saw you saying something sorta similar to it so here I am.

Also, sorry this is so long. I talk about this constantly but its one of my favorite things in concept and is super interesting and really gets me going. And also it's super frustrating

The way the larger dsmp fandom treats dream absolutely drives me nuts. Like, in my eyes, he's changed so much. Like, was he a good person when he was younger, no. But that is mostly due to his environment and then some continued ignorance, but that's normal. When you're raised to believe one thing, it takes a lot to unlearn. And he has. He isn't the same person he was when he was 16, even 20 y/o him is very different

But what drives me absolutely insane, especially as an ex-sbi main (I still love the cc's but the fandom is awful), Wilbur is Dream's foil.

So like, but foil I mean the English literature concept of two characters/people who are mirror images of each other but at some point made a slightly different desicion and therefore turned out different

Honestly there so much I could say about all this, like about the environment they were both raised in and how SBI and dteam as a whole are actually very interesting foils but this is just about Wilbur and Dream

Wilbur when he was Dream's age, was pretty much exactly like Dream. Just, not a good person, saying things he shouldn't and whatnot. Wilbur has said he doesn't like who he used to be. Wilbur changed, and his fans accept that.

But Wilbur stans will praise Wilbur as this morally better person, more *pure*. And he's not, he's the same if not maybe worse (I have a friend who is very disappointed in some of Wilbur's inaction when it comes to his friends but I never noticed this so I won't comment, just this might be a more general feeling)

Wilbur has the infamous line of "teenage girls can't enjoy anything" which great amazing agreed needs to be said.

But they sing a different time when Dream says that he supports stan and stan culture because stans get a bad rep. They say that stans are evil and are crazy and shouldn't exist. But teenage girls makeup a huge part of stan culture. Pick one. You don't get to cheer Wilbur and boo Dream for the same statement.

They look at Wilbur and see only good. And then they look at Dream and see only bad, when he was the same age as their precious golden boy when he made similar mistakes. The only difference being Dream was unfortunately more online and for Dream age 18 was only 5 years ago and for Wilbur that was 8 years ago.

This one has a little less meaning, but this opinion would get me flamed alive on twitter. I would rather listen to Roadtrip over all of Are You Alright. The only song I liked on there was cause for concern and they mixed it poorly.

And twitter would flame me for having an opinion cause it's Dream and Wilbur.

And it drives me insane. I hate it, your streamer is no better nor no worse than mine (sidenote, I hate the concept of morality among the streamers cause they're just people at the end of the day and yes some of them can turn sour but overall most streamers are pretty solid)

But it gets worse cause once, maybe end of summer 2021, a video surfaced of Wilbur saying the t-slur. And yes there was immediate backlash, but also there was "lets wait and see what Wilbur says" meanwhile for anything Dream does, there is no grace offered. The same people who extended an olive branch to Wilbur flames Dream alive and then refuses to listen to a word he says. I hate it, I hate that side of the fandom and what it's become.

Sorry for this mini-essay lmao. Honestly I could go on for hours about all of this but this is probably more than you wanted to read on a Friday night kekw

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hey king not sure why you sent this to me specifically bc i can’t even think of the last time i said anything abt wilbur but slay! speak your truth

but also the point about are you alright is SO REAL like wilbur’s music/lovejoy is for the most part on my opinion a bit better written than a lot of the drusic both lyrically and in regards to like musical complexity or whatever but genuinely other than the last few things he’s put out, i’d listen to mask and road trip anyway because i hate the way wilbur uses his voice and i hate the way they’re mixed soooo much like i don’t get why they made the choices they did because so many of these songs sound good live!! but the recording is a mess

#sorry i’m a music person #but anyway yeah this is so fair like everyone’s journey is different and everyone is okay with different things but at least develope some #consistent morals goddamn #asks #anon

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weskerluvr69 · 1 year

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lament.

julie.

i don’t know if you’ll read this but assuming from your recent posts, you’ve definitely been keeping up with my twitter so. i can only guess you will.

do not excuse my nonchalant attitude as a means of me being glad you’re gone and that this was supposed to be the ploy from the beginning, like we were all just waiting for you to give us an excuse so we could drop you. because that isn’t it at all. i gave you the chance to explain and call me on the phone because you were my best friend. of course i wanted to hear what you had to say, and a part of me did want to believe everything was a lie so we could just go back to how we were. but it isn’t, and you blocked me everywhere before even trying to talk things out. so don’t act like this was an public exile because even after you blocked me on here, you blocked me on twitter, you blocked my phone number, you blocked me on discord, ffs you even blocked me on OVERWATCH... i tried to tell you my last words to you on steam. so we could attempt to have a civil conversation and bury the hatchet or even just remain friendly--civil with each other.

but you blocked me there too.

even though i reciprocated after the fact and mutually blocked you everywhere, i still haven’t blocked your number. i don’t know why i didn’t before i deleted it, maybe at that time i was hopeful you’d try to respond to me and give me an apology or at least just fucking say something. but whatever, i know you won’t be texting.

i was immature by bringing it on twitter and i’ll admit that. bc im usually better than that. but you don’t even know how upset i was over all the things i saw and heard. and fuck, dude... mika and tommy admitted they participated in shit talking. me, annie, and alex admitted to them we also participated... why couldn’t you? it could’ve gone so different if we had talked on the phone that day. i’m serious. all i ever wanted was an apology, and now you’re just doubling down and i don’t have the mental fortitude to deal with this, and i don’t think you do either. maybe thats presumptuous of me to say but who wants/needs this much unnecessary drama in their 20s.

jesus this is long. a part of me hopes you do read this, and a part of me doesn’t even want to post it. i want this to all just stop but it’s hard, you know? you were in my life for 2 years (more than that if you count twitter, but i know you didn’t like me then. and don’t try to lie, because i’ve know this for a long time and still grew our friendship bc i thought things were different. they apparently weren’t) and unfortunately doing stuff does remind me of you. re5, overwatch, dbd... it sucks. but i’m happier knowing the truth and spending everyday with the girl i love and the friends i love. i’m sorry you’re not apart of that anymore. i never could’ve foreseen this being how our friendship would’ve ended bc i never WANTED that to happen. but it did. so now we all have to deal with that, okay?

don’t check my twitter if you’ve been doing that. i haven’t been checking your socials and i’ve tried ignoring screenshots that are sent but this one... i couldn’t. i had to say something and it ended up being this essay lmao. sorry to whatever poor soul reads this, i hope it doesn’t waste your time too bad.

goodbye julie.

#to my followers: i hope u dont click read more just for ur own sake haha #just me writing my feelings and a lost letter to an old friend that used to be #regular scheduled hiatus posts after this

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strawbearytae · 2 years

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NAURRR how could u end it like that 😭 I was hoping there’d be some more action or something after oc found out jk goes to yonsei :’(

Are they gonna introduce their friends to each other just to hangout together any time soon??? Cause I would love to everyone like 😶😶😶😶😶 Nd then shit blows up lolol. and then jk and oc realize that they’re falling for with their ex but it’s okay bc they’ve both changed over time and are good people who should stay together 😁😁😁 NGJSHD OMG WAIT WAIT who do you think is gonna hurt more when they realize each other’s identities? like jk, bc he fell for the girl whose heart he purposely broke and ruined—thereby breaking his ow </3—because he couldn’t bear to see her get dragged down with him for his mistakes? Or oc bc she’s falling for with her ex that she reallyyy liked (loved even, I think??) who broke her heart out of the blue (and according to her) bc of the very things she’s insecure about🤔

how did the high school people come to the conclusion that jk goes to yonsei? All namjoon did was post a picture of him

this is really irrelevant and literally nothing will change at all no matter how you answer it lol but it’s been bothering me tbh. is jaegguk’s name 재국? why is there an extra g 😭

and if I may ask a Korean language-related question: when are you not supposed to call an older guy 오빠? I thought it was it was a general honorific for a girl towards an older boy. Do you have to be close to use it? what about a stranger then. I assume it’d be (name)씨 but what if u don’t know their name?

-comet

LOVE BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY I WANNA SKIP TO THOSE PARTS TOO😭😭😭 But unfortunately my stupid ass wants something called ”cHaraCtEr dEvELopMent” like wha🤧🙄

I WANNA SKIP TO THE ANGST BABY😭

AND A HANGOUT REUNION??? OH MY MY MY😭😭😭 I would love to write that but nooooo we need jk and yn to be deeper in their relationship 😭 Istg the logical side of my brain and my fan girl side are constantly fighting over pacing for this story🤡 Unfortunately, I am planning on making everything slightly more complicated than a BOOM HEY THEY’RE YOUR EX! So get ready for a real sh*tshow soon😌✨

I feel like yn and JK would be equally guilty, horrified and terrified when they find out? Like JK for obvious reasons while for YN???? Jungkook relates to a part of her life that she would rather forget (I.e. her obvious insecurities + homewrecker allegations), so meeting him again would remind her of the bad place she was in yk?

I don’t think I’ll really go into this but what I think would’ve happened was that those internet trolls (sorry I mean ex-classmates) would’ve found Jungkook’s Twitter through Namjoon’s and found the school he’s going to (probably he posted about it or he’s following the school’s Twitter). Which is also how the brutal ones are dm-ing him all that hate yk?

For Jaegguk: His name IS 재국 BUT I slightly went for the more romanized version of his name. Like yk how some army’s spell Jungkook as “Jeongguk”? It’s similar to that. Because depending on how the reader reads “guk” it can easily become “걱” instead of “국”, so the extra “ㄱ” insures more the “ook” sound ig. Tbh I just made him jaegguk to fit his Twitter username nfjdjfhdhd🤧

Now this one is tricky and I could probably write a whole essay on the formal and like more truthful implications of what 오빠 means. Truthfully and technically, 오빠 does mean older brother or anyone older than the female speaker… HOWEVER, there’s kinda like a flirty aspect to it… 오빠 kinda carries a similar meaning to “babe” or “baby”. kinda. It’s more like an very very very innocent version of “daddy” too ig. It’s kinda difficult to really express in a few lines the implications that 오빠 can have. But most the time, between friends, you don’t call the other person 오빠 unless you really think of them as a brother or you’re flirting with them. It’s like bro/babe in one word and you kinda have to figure out what that person means based on your relationship with them.

For example, I have a childhood friend that is 2 years older than me that I call 오빠, but we are 1000000% not dating. I’ve known this dude since I was a fetus and sang Dora the Explorer everywhere. There’s no way we’d ever date but we have a mutual respect for each other so I still call him 오빠.

However when I was first flirting/썸-ing with my ex-bf who was 20 months away older than me I started calling him 오빠. We called each other by names before but that quickly changed when we found a mutual interest in one another.

If you’re a girl and you meet an older guy that you’re legitimately gonna be friends with, you’d more likely call them [name]-ssi until you’d both agree to drop honorifics. When that happens you’d most likely call him by his name and if you start mutually showing interest then you might transition to 오빠.

It’s quite complicated and there’s some guys who tell you to “call them 오빠 because they think of you as a little sister” when in reality they’re flirting with you.

This turned out wayyyy too long, sorry.

In yn’s case I made her call JK “오빠” because she was making fun of him but she’s gradually showing interest in him. Plus, JK seems to hate it rn so it’s funny… ahhh the things I do for the crackfullness of my fics🥴

I should started a Korean-with-Minhee series or soemthing shfhdjdj but thanks for reading my very LONG explanation, I hope I didn’t bore you 😅

EDIT: The -ssi thing… hmm most of the tome the first thing people do is introduce themselves so they’re most likely to know each other’s names… Unless you’re like working with them in which they have titles like Director Kim that you’d refer to them by instead of [name]-ssi… So there really isn’t a situation that you wouldn’t use [name]-ssi. just like english, if you dont know their name: just ask😊

#papercuts #comet anon #I literally love your asks you ask so many questions that I didn’t even think about????#like I can feel your love for my story and it makes me go uwuwuwuuwuwu #Korean with Minhee💗

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newronantic · 3 years

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HAIKYUU!! FICS

so this is mostly gonna be for myself to keep track of my favorite fics i’ve read, but hey if anyone else wants to check some of these out then thats great

MHA one is up!!

ill keep updating this as i read more, feel free to send me suggestions!

KageHina

plain as day - emleewrites

In which Hinata has spent the better part of the last twenty years putting his heart and soul into volleyball, hoping to be recognised, to be noticed. And yet he spends all these years also thinking of himself as rather plain, beyond his lack of height and bright hair, and not really noticeable at all.

In Transit - Mysecretfanmoments

Hinata finds that he likes standing close to Kageyama on buses and trains. It doesn't mean anything--probably. Maybe.

I like the way your clothes smell - Mysecretfanmoments

Power outages, ghost stories, and the presence of a certain orange-haired boy lead to bad decision-making on Tobio's part. He'd planned to keep his crush a secret; the universe has other plans.

Chaotic Neutral - akaraka

Who's this Kageyama person on twitter and is he gay?

1: Anonymous: see title

2: Anonymous: curry king

3: Anonymous >> 1: It's the curry king, obviously. Have you been using his memes this whole time without knowing who he was?

4: Anonymous: 1) Hinata Shouyou's boyfriend 2) See above

jellyfish - mysterytwin

At the beginning of his last year at Karasuno High School, Hinata Shouyou starts a list and calls it THINGS TO DO BEFORE GRADUATION, all with high hopes that he’ll be able to complete it before his time runs out.

TsukkiYama

Try This On For Size - CloudMonsta

A lot changed for Yamaguchi Tadashi over the course of high school. He started trying on dresses, for one.

The Great Yamaguchi-Tsukishima Split (Capitalization Necessary) - WyYeuw

"But no, the current situation isn’t normal. This situation requires the full attention of the team.

No, what’s really concerning this time around, is that Yamaguchi is the one ignoring Tsukishima.”

Yamaguchi confesses. Tsukishima fucks up—like, really fucks up. The volleyball club notices and loses a week’s worth of practice.

IwaOi

Terrarium - sausaged

He's practically a professional at being proactive (lies, lies, and lies when it comes to Iwaizumi).

At this point, is he really happy with just staying best friends forever? Will he be writing journals and collecting rocks forever (he will, he knows, but that is aside from the point)?

Can he really tag his Instagram photos with #YOLO if he doesn't actually put that phrase into practice?

A story about Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, plants, and rocks.

They Say it Rain Diamonds on Jupiter - exsao

"You're in love with him."

Hajime considers denying it. He considers deliberately choking on his drink to express surprise, to create a distraction by spitting onto the man in front of him's pristine white shirt and causing a commotion. Instead, he swallows his mouthful of soda and heaves a small sigh once his mouth is free.

"Yeah," he says instead.

He's never been good at lying, anyway.

bait and switch - Stylographic_Blue_Rhapsody

Oikawa's university volleyball team knows he's in a long-distance relationship with someone from high school. They imagine a sweet-faced girl that matches his sarcasm with patience. They are so incredibly wrong.

my heart is where it’s always been - foreverautumn

Iwaizumi places his phone down carefully.

Oikawa. Pining after someone. There’s no way.

(Iwaizumi knows he shouldn’t care who Oikawa might have feelings for, but within the span of three days, it’s somehow the only thing he can think about.)

KuroKen

Beautiful People Will Ruin Your Life - todxrxki

Kuroo Tetsurou runs a private Twitter account where he's constantly tweeting about how desperately in love he is with Kozume Kenma. Little does he know that Kenma sees all the tweets and keeps referencing the account in an attempt to get Kuroo to confess to him. / Or, five times Kuroo didn't notice Kenma hinting about his private Twitter account, and one time he finally did.

the things that get caught in the valves of his heart - ghostpot

Emotional competency is not exactly Kuroo's strong suit. Kenma finds it quite amusing.

Accidentally In Love - todxrxki

Kuroo frowns, but then slowly, the corners of his mouth lift up into a smirk. "Well, if it's so unbelievable, why don't we give it a try?"

Kenma glances up at him curiously. "What do you mean?"

"Let's do the 36 questions to fall in love," Kuroo says, still smirking stupidly. "If we don't fall in love, then you're right, it's bullshit. But if we do somehow..." Kuroo waggles his eyebrows. "Then I win." / Kuroo decides he and Kenma should do the 36 questions to fall in love as a joke, but they both start to realize they might actually be in love already.

the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) - cosmogony

TW: major character death

Kuroken AU where the last words your soulmate will say to you appear on your skin when you turn 16, and how Kenma and Kuroo learn what this means over the course of their lives

even if you’re ahead for a bit, i will catch up - ghostpot

Kuroo first confesses when they're sticky-fingered, wide-eyed kids, and subsequently every day after that. Kenma takes a while to come around.

you’re the brake lines failing (as my car swerves off the freeway) - ghostpot

Kenma thinks that Kuroo looks ugly with his head bent against the arm of the couch like that. Then Kenma thinks that he wants to marry him, and is promptly thrown into the 5 stages of grief.

teach me the way home - icespyders

“Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because —

because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station

when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.”

Kuroo and Kenma grow up in transit.

in this universe - crossbelladonna

Living with Kuroo is sometimes, just like this. It always feels surreal like he's living half a world and a lot of things rush by too quickly. Kenma feels like he'd watched him come and go in a blink, eyes wide and wordless as the shared space went snug in an instant and far larger in the next.

All this, and a glass of water.

Beginning’s End - todxrxki

Somehow over the course of Kenma's lifetime, he’s never really had an opportunity to miss Kuroo. He’s always been there. Even when they went to different schools, Kuroo would meet him afterwards so they could walk home together, shoulders brushing, Kuroo occasionally taking the opportunity to guide him when his nose was buried in the newest video game. The thought of Kuroo not being there anymore is uncomfortable, to say the least. / Kozume Kenma's third year and the changes the year brings in himself and his relationship with Kuroo Tetsurou.

All I Want for Christmas is You - todxrxki

“Kuro,” he says. “You’re a single guy.”

“Yeah, great, thanks for pointing that out.”

“And my parents already know you, plus they already know you like guys or whatever so… what if you pretended to be my date for Christmas dinner?” / In which Kenma recruits his housemate and best friend Kuroo to be his fake date for Christmas.

BokuAka

just to miss the sun - rosevtea

Everything begins to implode when MSBY Jackals outside hitter Bokuto Koutarou crashes Akaashi's livestream.

Operation BokuAka - kazzydolyn

After spending two whole years watching Bokuto and Akaashi pine for one another, the rest of the Fukuroudani Volleyball Club has had enough. When everyone meets up for a reunion dinner, the team decides to play matchmaker and finally get the two of them together. Unfortunately, their plan starts to fall apart when they discover that Akaashi is already dating someone. And apparently so is Bokuto. What a strange coincidence.

bitter - silvercistern

He accepted his classmate's chocolates gracefully, then declared his lack of interest with as much dignity as he could muster. She deserved the courtesy. At least she'd acknowledged that Valentine's Day was all about her, and not about him in the slightest.

Because if any of these girls had taken the time to actually get to know him, they’d quickly realize something even more important than his lack of interest in girls.

And that was that Akaashi hated sweets.

In Another Life - LittleLuxray

TW: major character death

Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too.

The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write.

120% yes - pissedofsandwich

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Kissing Ace - karasunovolleygays

It happens right after training camp.

Akaashi Keiji has a secret he has guarded since he was a child. He won’t go so far as to call it a fear, but more of an aspect of himself of which he is horribly mortified. No one on the team knows about it, and Akaashi does his best to keep it that way.

But years of dodging hugs and casual contact come to naught in the blink of an eye and the swipe of a hand.

daisy rings and frivolous things (i am deliriously in love with you) - gabstar

Akaashi Keiji is in love. Bokuto Koutarou is a star. Everyone on Fukurodani has a gambling problem.

SakuAtsu

The MSBY Black Jackals Read Thirst Tweets - isaksara (syailendra)

Sakusa’s eyes are very dark naturally, sucking in all surrounding rays of light and crushing them in his pupils. For an athlete, he is rather pale. His lips look very pink in comparison. Atsumu is suddenly catastrophically aware that in this instance, ‘accent’ is a euphemism. “Good enough for your Olympic-size ego, Miya?”

(In which Atsumu realizes that he is attracted to Sakusa Kiyoomi in the most inconvenient way possible.)

A Liar’s Truth - internetpistol

In which Sakusa Kiyoomi is raised to believe that gay people go to hell but then takes one look at Miya Atsumu and thinks, then why the hell did God make them so fucking hot?

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PURE [3] - Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

A/N: Over 1 thousand notes. You guys are insane. I can’t see any other explanation.

Thank you so much for all the love and support under the previous parts, all those comments just absolutely made my day! I would never expect this story to receive such a positive feedback, which I’m extremely grateful for!

Anyway, I decided to add some additional plot to this story - mainly, the sudden criticism and hate directed on Y/N after the last Among Us stream. I thought it would make things more interesting.

That being said, I hope you enjoy the third part ^^

part 1

part 2

part 4

part 5

PURE [3]

Y/N stared at her phone screen, reading through the latest tweets of her friends inviting their fans to watch their streams. It was Thursday evening and just as it was planned, everyone was getting ready for another game of Among Us. Just as she would do if it wasn’t for all those comments...

The last stream caused sudden, unexpected amounts of attention on her social media. She probably shouldn’t be that surprised by it, given the fact that by appearing in Sean’s and Felix’s videos she wasn’t all that strange to their fans. But people who watched Rae, Toast, or Corpse’s streams didn’t know her. And apparently, some of them weren’t that happy to see a new face among the group of well-known gamers.

She always tried to avoid the unnecessary spotlight as much as she could, preferring to stay hidden somewhere behind other, much more popular streamers. And it never bothered her. She was never one to enjoy too much attention anyway.

That’s why when she discovered how upset, or even angry, some people were when she played with all those famous streamers, she was quite shocked, to say the least.

Like all those comments under Poki’s tweet, in which she mentioned who’s gonna be playing this time...

“Duh, why’s that Y/N chick supposed to play with them again? There are at least hundreds of other, much more popular streamers I can think of who would be better than her.”

“Who the fuck is she anyway? Why’s she there?”

“lmao, some random girl who got lucky enough to know jacksepticeye. Don’t get why she’s playing with them though.”

“NOT HER AGAIN. I SWEAR TO GOD SHE WAS SO FUCKING ANNOYING LAST TIME”

Sure, she wasn’t as famous as Felix, or Sean, or Rae, or anyone else for that matter. Her audience wasn’t very small, but it was nothing compared to the number of fans other YouTubers had. It was understandable that most people didn’t know who she was, and didn’t understand why she was there in the first place.

She was, in fact, just some random girl who was lucky to have Sean as her friend. But in a group of such great and well-known streamers, she definitely stood out like a sore thumb.

Y/N almost jumped in her seat when her phone beeped with a new message, Sean’s nickname showing up at the top of her screen.

Jackaboy: We’re starting in a few kiddo

Jackaboy: But join the call now so we can both make fun of Felix

After the last game, she was so excited and couldn’t wait for this evening. She looked forward to cooperating with Sykkuno again, to arguing with Toast, to laughing with Sean and Felix, to murdering other people with Corpse... Yet now, all this excitement seemed to vanish just like the mood to play, let alone talk with other people. They would surely see right through her and try to make her spill the beans, which would ruin the stream. And the last thing she wanted was to ruin their game.

Jackaboy: You there Y/N??

She sighed, thinking of some believable excuse that wouldn’t arouse suspicion, but her mind was flooded with all those comments and DMs she received over those past days, which expressed nothing but hatred towards her.

Y/N: I’m really sorry Sean, but I don’t think I will be joining you today... I don’t feel very well.

She waited for Sean’s reply impatiently, expecting him to send her some angry emoji or tell her to move her ass and join the discord call. What she didn’t expect though, was that he would facetime her.

Her first instinct was to throw her phone across the room as if it would make Sean stop calling. He wouldn’t stop unless she’d tell him the truth.

So she cleared her throat and plastered the widest smile on her face, before answering his call.

“Alright, what is going on?” Sean asked right away, staring at her with his brows furrowed. He wasn’t in his recording room, but in his kitchen, which meant that he left his stream to call her. “And please don’t tell me you’re sick cause I won’t believe it anyway. And neither will Pewds.”

“I’m tired, Sean... I was working late again and I really need to rest.” she lied, trying to keep her voice steady and calm. She really didn’t want Sean to interrogate her now, not when his fans were waiting for him. “I’m sure you’ll find someone else though. Please tell the guys that I’m sorry”

“Y/N, c’mon, cut this bullshit. What’s wrong?” he asked softly, moving his phone closer to his face. “You know you’re a terrible liar, just tell me what happened. If you don’t wanna play then neither do I.”

“Sean, please don’t do it” she shook her head with a sigh. “Your fans are waiting for you, I’ll be fine.”

“Well they’re waiting for you too you dummy, I already promised them you’ll be playing with us tonight” he stated matter of factly, rolling his eyes. Y/N remained silent for a moment, and Sean suddenly furrowed his brows, narrowing his eyes at her in a suspicious look. “Did someone tell you something rude last time we played? Who and what?”

“What? No, Sean, oh my God. Everyone was super nice, it has nothing to do with the last stream... not with you guys, at least.” she mumbled under her breath, dropping her eyes from Sean’s confused face.

“What do you mean not with you guys? Y/N, what the hell happened?” he demanded, slowly getting more and more worried. She wouldn’t tell him though, too scared that Sean would just laugh it off, even though he also sometimes had problems with dealing with hate. And just as if he was reading her mind, Sean sighed, his face softening in a sad smile. “You’ve read the comments, didn’t you?”

She felt so stupid for being so easily offended by comments of some random people on the Internet, that she just nodded her head meekly, still looking anywhere but at the man.

“Look kiddo... I’m not gonna tell you to get yourself together and just ignore them, cause it won’t help, and I know cause I’ve been there. Hell, I’m still there.” he chuckled to himself and continued “Anyway, you really shouldn’t be worrying yourself about people who don’t even know you. They don’t know you, Y/N, why would some complete stranger’s opinion matter to you?”

“They said I shouldn’t be playing with you guys... that I’m nothing but a burden and you should be playing with someone who’s at least recognizable.”

“Well excuse me Miss, last time I checked I could choose who the fuck I want to play with.” Sean scoffed, clearly irritated by such comments “You’re one of my best friends Y/N and I don’t give a fuck what some haters say. And neither should you.”

“Maybe you should just invite someone else... It would make everyone happy.” she muttered almost inaudibly, but Sean almost barked at her when he heard her words.

“I told you to cut that bullshit, Y/N! Everyone couldn’t wait for this game and now you wanna back out? C’mon, kid. Do you have any idea how heartbroken Sykkuno’s gonna be? When you left so quickly last time, he kept complaining that he has no one to team up with.” she couldn’t help but smile at that, letting out a tiny giggle. “And Corpse? Have you even seen his last tweet?”

“What? No, I- I don’t follow him...” she said, wondering what Sean was talking about. She quickly searched for Corpse on Twitter, still being on facetime with Sean, and her heart almost dropped when she saw the last tweet.

@.Corpse_Husband Really excited for tonight’s Among Us stream, 8PM PST.

Jacksepticeye

Valkyrae

Pewdiepie

Pokimane

Sykkuno

Disguised Toast

Logic

Mr Beast

and, hopefully, my partner in crime - Little Y/N

She stared at the screen with her eyes widened, and her lips corners curling up in a small, bashful smile. It was so nice of Corpse to mention her as well, especially with the nickname that he seemed to like so much since their last game.

“God, if you could see yourself right now. How’s it that my pep talk didn’t do shit, but Corpse’s tweet magically made you smile, ugh.” Sean reminded her of his presence, and she quickly returned to the call, trying to somehow control her burning cheeks.

“It’s not like that, Sean, I really appreciate that you’re trying to cheer me up... I just didn’t expect your friends to like me...” she admitted quietly, and if Sean could, he would probably strangle her at that moment.

“I JUST TOLD YOU THAT SYKKUNO KEPT BUGGING ME ABOUT YOU FOR TWO FUCKING HOURS. YOU THINK HE WOULD TALK ABOUT YOU IF HE DIDN’T LIKE YOU?!”

“I just... what if they’re just being nice, but they don’t actually want me to play with them?”

“I’m done.” Sean groaned, shaking his head furiously. “Alright, here’s what you’re gonna do. You stay away from your phone, join the discord call, say hi to everyone, and we’re all gonna have fun, okay? If not, Pewds is gonna murder you, cause he was already growing impatient even before I called you.”

“I’m still not sure if that’s a good idea, Sean...”

“But I am sure, Y/N! Now come on, we’re playing in five. I’m telling everyone you’re joining as well.”

And before she could even reply, he hung up. Y/N groaned, rushing to her computer to turn it on. Now it would just be plain rude not to join the game, especially after Sean wasted his time talking with her, while he should be talking to his fans. Just as he suggested, she kept her phone far away from her desk, deciding to stay away from Twitter and all those comments for a bit. Maybe it would help her clear her mind and at least try to have some fun.

An invite to the group call was already waiting for her, along with a message from Sean with a code to the game. Y/N put her headphones on before joining the call and quickly typing in the code.

“... so let me repeat myself. I ALWAYS sound guilty, no matter what. Please, guys, don’t vote me out!”

Y/N shook her head with a smile on her lips when the first thing she heard after joining the call was Felix’s pleading voice. Clearly, he was already trying to save his own ass even before the game began.

Y/N could hear Sean’s loud voice as he commented on Felix’s plea with some snarky remark, later also catching the sounds of Rae’s laughter. Everyone was already there, they’ve been clearly waiting for her to join.

“Hey, look who’s finally here! Hi Y/N!” Poki noticed her presence first.

“Hello everyone” Y/N said, as shy and quiet as usual.

“Oh, Y/N! It’s so great to see you again, I was worried you weren’t joining us tonight” Sykkuno said, a pout clear in his voice.

“WELL ABOUT DAMN TIME” Felix all but yelled, making her roll her eyes with a smile. “What did I tell you about being late?!”

“Give her a break Felix, her mic wasn’t working again... Luckily, I was there to save the damsel in distress” Sean said, and even though she couldn’t see him, Y/N was almost certain that he was smirking.

“Yeah, I’m really sorry guys to have kept you waiting so long...” Y/N said, feeling genuinely bad. Maybe Sean was right after all? They could have just invited someone else, and yet they decided to wait for her.

“It’s okay, you’re here now and it’s all that matters” a deep voice sounded out, and whether she liked it or not, Y/N grinned like an idiot with a blush rising up her cheeks.

“Shit, here we go again...” Felix sighed, making everyone else laugh. Y/N bit at her lower lip, feeling her heart thump in her chest as she felt a sudden wave of courage, deciding to speak up despite her initial shyness:

“Well... I couldn’t just leave my partner in crime alone, right?” she asked, and she could swear she heard Corpse stutter as if he completely didn’t expect her to say that.

“Ah yes, after all, killing wouldn’t be the same without her, right Corpse?” Toast teased, repeating Corpse’s words from the last stream. Everyone in the call laughed, Y/N included. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling, even though just mere minutes ago she was on the verge of crying. “It’s good to have you here, Y/N/N. Maybe I’ll actually get a chance to finally kill you this time.”

“Jesus Christ, Toast. You sound like a psychopath. Hey, I’m happy you’re here, lemme stab you in the back, please?” someone whose nickname was MrBeast spoke up with a chuckle, before directing his next words to Y/N “I believe we haven’t played together before, I’m Mr Beast, it’s really nice to meet you Y/N”

“Yeah, pleased to meet you!” another player, Logic, spoke up “I also didn’t have a chance to play with you yet, but I’ve seen Sean’s last stream... Let me just say, that Toast murder was absolutely perfect!”

“Wow. And here I almost managed to block it out. I’m fucking traumatized Y/N, you should be ashamed of yourself” Toast scoffed over Felix’s laughter.

“You should be proud of yourself!” Sean interfered “Just so you know lads, Y/N may seem like a little angel, but she’s a little demon. You’ve been warned.”

“Yeah, she’ll charm you with her voice only to snap your neck next second.” Felix scoffed.

“Just like she did with Corpse!”

“Charm?!” Y/N gasped, her cheeks burning.

“I don’t recall Y/N killing me...” Corpse said in his low voice.

“I love how that’s the only thing he denied” Poki pointed out in a teasing voice, which only made Y/N sink further into her chair.

“Can we please start the game now?” she asked in a pleading voice, hoping that everyone would stop making fun of Corpse and her. She could only imagine how uncomfortable he felt, for some reason being the target of their jokes... They must’ve made him feel awkward, right?

“Jack, did you tell Y/N how we’re playing tonight?” Sykkuno asked, and she sighed in relief that they dropped the jokes.

“Oh, right! So there’s this mod called proximity chat, where we’re able to hear each other as we pass by another person, and it seems quite fun so that’s what we decided to try out tonight.” Sean explained to Y/N, and before she could ask another question, he added “I’ve just sent you the link, it’ll take a minute to install it.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you Sean” Y/N said, before downloading the mod and quickly installing it. When everything was set and ready, she pulled up Among Us again and typed in the code, and the game finally began.

“Woah”

“Holy shit!”

“Guys this is so cool!” Sykkuno exclaimed, his voice so happy and excited that Y/N couldn’t help but giggle.

“Okay, I’m scared now. I feel like encounters with Imposter are just gonna be perfectly cut screams” Felix chuckled, as they left the dropship and moved down the map. That’s when Y/N gasped in surprise, upon seeing the locations completely different than those she was used to.

“Wait- is that a different map?” she asked through her mic, hearing Toast’s distanced, devilish laugh. There was only Rae and Sykkuno beside her, as everyone else have already split up to do their tasks.

“Oh yeah, that’s Polus, it’s much more fun than the one we were playing in last time.” Rae explained happily and Y/N groaned. She didn’t know that map.

“Great. I don’t even know how am I supposed to do tasks in here...”

“Oh, it’s not that hard. They’re in most cases similar to those you already know, they only look a little bit different.” Sykkuno said in his kind voice, before asking “Do you want to team up again, Y/N?”

“I thought you would never ask Sykkuno” Rae chuckled under her breath.

“Yeah, that would be great! I need someone to show me around” she smiled. The trio finally moved from their spot beside the dropship and went to the left where, as Y/N later realized, was electrical. She quickly did her task in there, being under the watchful eyes of both Sykkuno and Rae.

Before the latter could do his own task, the first body was reported.

“The body is in the lab” Felix said, and Y/N couldn’t help but smirk as she saw that it was Toast who was murdered first. One less person to accuse her or try to frame her, if he was the Imposter.

“I just ran towards the lab from the left side, I only saw Poki on my way there” Corpse said right away, and the accused girl was quick to try and defend herself:

“Okay, I wasn’t in the lab, I was doing that engines task which is next to the lab.”

“Did you see someone else there?” Jack questioned.

“Nope, just me and the engines.”

“Okay. Sykkuno, where are you?” the lime astronaut was next on Jack’s list of suspects, which made Sykkuno groan.

“Why do you sound so suspicious right away?” he asked in disbelief, causing the rest to giggle “I was with Y/N and Rae all this time, we were all doing our tasks in electrical.”

“Is that true Y/N?”

“Yes Sean, that is true” she rolled her eyes with a laugh “I don’t even know this map, I have to stick with someone so I don’t end up like Toast.”

“Alright, what about rest? Logic? I think I saw you in admin but then you disappeared somewhere.” Felix said.

“Yeah I’m with Mr Beast in the office”

“That’s right” Mr Beast confirmed, which didn’t bring anything new to the investigation, so everyone decided to skip.

“Wo- Okay where are we now?” Y/N asked in surprise, when the new round began in some completely new place Sykkuno didn’t manage to show her yet. She could hear as Corpse laughed at her shocked voice, which made her smile widely.

“Yeah, I’m also not used to this new map yet” he admitted, his black astronaut walking up to her white one “Hey, wanna see something cool?”

“Sure!”

*Meanwhile Sykkuno*

“Okay this is bad guys, we lost Y/N” Sykkuno said to his mic, running around the map to find the girl he was earlier teamed up with. “I thought she followed us when the new round began, but she must’ve gone the other way... What if she’s dead already? Not good, not good...”

"Woah! This looks amazing! Is there some task here as well?”

“Yes, there’s temperature recording right here” Corpse said, standing by the lava pit, watching as Y/N’s character ran back and forth over the pool of lava.

“I wonder if you could jump into it. What do you think, Corpse?” she asked curiously, standing close to the edge.

“Not that I’m aware of it...” he mumbled coming closer to the edge as well “Why would you jump into it?” he asked with a half-smile on his face.

“So Felix can’t stab me in the back.” she whispered, even though there was no one around them.

“You think it’s him?” Corpse mirrored her voice, and she hummed in response “Why?”

“He’s constantly suspicious of everyone, last time we played he also kept interrogating us all, without even telling his own location.” she stated as if it was very obvious. Corpse couldn’t help but let out a laugh “What? Why are you laughing at me?”

“Not at you, Y/N. I’m just impressed by your investigation skills” he admitted “In that case, we better both jump in. Felix likes to frame other people.”

“You wanna jump into the lava with me?”

“Sure I do.”

“There you are!” Sykkuno’s lime astronaut came out of nowhere, followed by Mr Beast. Two of them walked up to Y/N and Corpse, and before the latter could even say anything, Mr Beast snapped Y/N’s neck.

“WAIT, NO-”

“OH GOD, OH GOD” Sykkuno yelled in panic.

“KILL HIM CORPSE” Mr Beast screamed, frantically running around.

“What the heck?” Y/N stared at her screen in shock, her dead body laying over the lava pit. Mr Beast had already fled to the left, leaving her, Sykkuno and Corpse standing between two of them. None of them said anything for a moment before the black astronaut finally spoke up.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N” he kept repeating, regret clear in his voice. “And Sykkuno, I- I can’t even express how-”

He was cut off by Felix’s scream, who reported the bodies before Corpse could kill him as well.

“IT’S CORPSE ALRIGHT” Felix yelled right away “HE’S STANDING OVER Y/N AND SYKKUNO, HE HAS THEIR BLOOD ON HIS HANDS”

“That is- I did not kill them” Corpse replied, calm as ever, as opposed to his frantic apologies.

“Then why were you standing there?! Without reporting the bodies?!”

“I was... mourning their death.” he replied, which caused the whole group to burst out laughing. “Seriously guys, you think I would murder Sykkuno? And Y/N? I would never even think of hurting them.”

“The simp is strong, we get it, but it doesn’t really save your situation” Rae laughed.

“Let’s kick him out guys, he can’t even defend himself” Sean chuckled, and everyone else didn’t need to be told twice. Soon enough, Y/N watched as Corpse’s black astronaut was thrown into the lava pit... Oh, the irony...

The game continued with her wandering around the map, doing the rest of her tasks to at least support somehow her fellow crewmates. She stumbled upon Corpse’s ghost at some point and laughed wholeheartedly when he started circling her little character in something she read as an attempt to apologize.

A little while later another body was reported, this time it was Felix who lost his life. Y/N didn’t really focus on the conversation this time, glancing at her phone instead. There was this urge to reach for it and check how people reacted to her joining the game, but she kept repeating Sean’s words in her head. There was no point in worrying about the opinion of somebody who doesn’t even know her... or at least that’s what she tried to convince herself to think.

Her attention was brought back to the game when she heard the sound of a new message from someone who was also dead. She clicked on the chat, seeing that it was one of the Impostors.

Corpse: :(

Corpse: I’m sorry

Y/N thought it was sweet of him to apologize for it, even though it was his main goal to murder everyone after all. She believed he was genuinely sorry for it, just like she was each time she was an Impostor and had to kill somebody.

Sykkuno: Welcome to the afterlife, Corpse!

She laughed at Sykkuno’s constant happiness, which was evident even in his messages, before typing one as well:

Y/N: We’re all corpse here

Sykkuno: Oh, so it means we’re all really cool then ^^

Y/N: Fair point

Corpse: See Y/N

Corpse: I told you I would jump into the lava for you

Y/N: You didn’t exactly jump...

Corpse: :(

Y/N: But let’s say it counts as well :)

Corpse: :)

Before they knew, the voting ended. Mr Beast was thrown into the lava, which ultimately lead to the victory of crewmates. Y/N cheered happily, when the blue sign appeared on her screen, right above everyone else who was innocent.

“Yaaay, the first time I wasn’t killed in the first game!” Sean announced enthusiastically, his astronaut running around the dropship.

“Yeah, and the first time it went so fast...”

“Right? Corpse, I’m disappointed in you. What happened to the King of Impostors?” Rae asked.

“Well.. no matter how good you are, you can’t always win, right?” Corpse replied calmly.

“Hmm, you seemed kinda absent-minded during the game, though...” Poki suggested with a smirk hiding in her voice, and Rae was very quick to pick on it.

“Oh, you’ve noticed that too? Almost as if he was distracted by something”

“I don’t know what are you talking about” he chuckled nervously, and Y/N just sat in her chair confused about what was going on. “Anyway, who’s up for another round?”

“Yeah, I have an idea” Sean said, effectively shutting everyone up “What if we play something along the lines of hide and seek? Let’s have one impostor, and everyone else needs to get their tasks done before he finds them.”

“That is...” Felix took in a dramatic breath “THE BEST THING I’VE EVER HEARD ABOUT”

“Yeah, I think it will be fun” Sykkuno replied.

“It sounds really cool, but let’s maybe tell who’s the impostor? I think it would be more fair” Rae suggested.

“I think it’s a good idea” Sean concluded, before changing the settings for one impostor only. Y/N waited patiently for the game to begin, and when she saw that she was a crewmate again, she sighed in relief. Only to gasp in a panic a second later...

“It’s me.”

Everyone stumbled out of the dropship as Corpse admitted that he’s the impostor. It seemed that knowing exactly who can murder everyone made the whole game a little bit terrifying...

“I don’t know where the heck I’m going” Y/N mumbled to herself with a nervous laugh when instead of doing her tasks, she searched for the perfect place to hide. When she entered security, she spotted Mr Beast fixing the wires, so she decided to join him.

“OH SHIT- god damn it, you scared me to death!” he all but yelled when she appeared next to him, doing her tasks.

“Sorry” she giggled, quickly finishing the wires, before speeding out of the room. On her way to weapons, she stumbled across Felix’s dead body, and could hear some screaming in the background... but didn’t recognize who was murdered next.

Y/N managed to do most of her tasks without meeting Corpse, whom she hoped not to see probably for the first time since they played together. She was just leaving decontamination when she heard Sean’s panicked laughter:

“...tee, bitches love me?”

“Wrong.” Corpse’s voice almost made her squeak in surprise, only to really scream when he suddenly snapped Sean’s neck.

“Retreat, retreat!” Y/N laughed as she sped past oblivious Rae and Logic, Corpse hot on her tail. She quickly returned to the decontamination room, hoping to flee from her inevitable death, when Corpse’s black astronaut walked in, and the door closed.

“Please don’t kill me” she chuckled, even though there was no hope for her.

“Finish my lyrics, and I’ll let you live...” he began, and Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion “ I spilt wine...”

“Wait- what lyrics? You sing?” she asked, completely dumbfounded. Corpse was silent for a moment as if he didn’t understand her, before bursting out laughing “What’s so funny again? Corpse, come on!”

“Yes, Y/N, I do sing, I was actually hoping you’ve heard some of my songs...” he admitted, still chuckling to himself. She felt a blush rising up her cheeks.

“Oh- I- I didn’t, I-... but I will, okay? I’ll do it right away!” she promised, quickly jumping up to grab her phone and listen to Corpse’s song. She was genuinely shocked, she would never expect him to sing!

She unlocked her phone with a wide, somehow nervous smile on her face, which, however, dropped the moment she saw her notifications. Hundreds of notifications.

“You there, Y/N?” Corpse’s voice reached her after a moment, when she still didn’t say anything, just kept looking at her screen. “I hope my music isn’t so bad that you passed out from listening to it...”

She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, her phone gripped tightly in her shaking hands.

“Um, Y/N?” his voice became more worried now “Is everything okay?”

Y/N cleared her throat and quickly wiped her eyes, closing them for a moment to steady her breathing.

“Yeah, all good Corpse” she forced herself to smile, so her voice wouldn’t sound weird. “Look, um, I need to leave, can you tell the others bye from me?”

“Is something wrong?” Corpse asked confused.

“No, of course not!” she laughed through her tears “Something just came up and I really need to leave.”

“You sure you’re-”

“Bye Corpse. It was nice playing with you.”

A/N: I hope you guys are not too disappointed in me... It didn’t turn out as I initially thought it would. Isn’t it too dramatic? And is this hate plot fine? Or is it not? What do guys you think?

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