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sytokun · 1 year

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The year is 2025. RWBY may or may not still be in hiatus, or cancelled, or still ongoing.

At least 50 more useless side characters have been added to the cast.

Maria and Pietro are still missing. Ruby comments by saying "Huh, I wonder where Maria and Pietro are". Yang replies "Maybe they're off on a date", Blake replies "Oddly wholesome" and they all laugh together.

The current villain is a dark-skinned male Faunus who happens to be a working-class family man who is fighting for a social issue that is oddly relevant to some real-life events in 2025. But it's okay guys, bad people corrupting noble causes is still totally a valid way to write villains.

Bumbleby is still not canon. Yes, they are still calling it a slow burn.

Cinder is still fucking alive, oh god why

Rooster Teeth has officially exhausted their entire supply of bright-eyed creators who aspired to work on RWBY. They finally hit their goal of either firing or expiring the contract of every last one. That'll teach them for having dreams.

The merch now consists of $500 shirts with RQBY sewn in microscopic fibre on the inside of the fabric. The show name was misspelled in the first print run, but enough people complained about it that RT just went "alright, fuck you guys" and didn't bother to change it since.

About half of RT's legacy staff have confirmed to be in some sort of really fucked up scandal. The other half made callout docs and tweets, which caused the fandom to be angry for a week before they went back to sharing fanart as usual.

RT is now currently using a new production pipeline, where every single animator's contract only lasts for a single episode, before they leave and they find new people to animate the next one. They're hoping to further optimise this process next year by making it per scene instead.

There is a new RWBY side anime coming out, animated by prestigious animation studio Cocomelon.

An entire team of four unambiguously queer Hunters were killed onscreen. CRWBY has blamed the first death on a team of rogue, disobedient animators accidentally drawing her kissing a girl and confessing her undying sapphic love for her - she wasn't meant to be seen as a lesbian. The second death was blamed on the fans, the crew saying "this was supposed to be a side character, but you all started liking her and demanding more screentime for her, so fuck you" in the Volume commentary. The third was a monkey Faunus with comically yellow skin, squinted eyes and a long moustache named Mu Fanchu whose Semblance involves him making monkey noises and his weapon is a giant banana - surprisingly, he turned out to be secretly evil. The fourth just died offscreen because she was a fan character who won an OC fan design contest, but they had no time to include her in the show - in fact, the time her death was mentioned was the very first and only time the character was introduced.

Jaune says onscreen "Somehow, Ironwood has returned."

Green Dust is now Fire Dust, which Eddy confirms in a Reddit post - not in r/RWBY, but in an obscure reply in r/fantasygeology. No one found that post until 2 months later and when asked, the reply was "Green fire exists, I can see how you can get them confused".

Ozpin has now reincarnated into Oswald Pint, one of eight new boys currently with RWBY's group and for some reason have more screentime and agency than the girls. Oscar died in Volume 11 Episode 3 in a sickeningly distressing torture scene - that's the episode, the whole episode was the torture scene.

The fandom is abuzz over the newest queer rep in the show: a talking glass of water named Clear, who is genderfluid.

RT releases a RWBY mobile game only available in two postcodes, is not written in English and discontinues it after 3 months due to "stupid fucking fans not engaging with our products". Fans continue to insist that somehow, this must still be either WayForward or SHAFT's fault.

Jaune Vs. Aquaboy is slated to release next year. In fact, Volume 11 stopped in the middle of Episode 4 and will be on hiatus for the next 3 years until the crossover is out.

Speaking of Jaune, he just killed Nora. In fact, he did it just as I was posting this. Oh, he's killed Ruby too. And Clear our genderfluid queen, and Aquaboy as well. Oh god, he's looking this way, help me

The year is 2025, and if one thing hasn't changed, it's that hardcore RWBY stans are still around. When asked about the state of RWBY, they had this to say:

"RWBY is still amazing, and CRWBY is still amazing. Shame about those queer and PoC employees... oh well! I'm supporting manufactured fictional minorities so same thing, really."

#rwby #rwde

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artemisbarnowl · 2 years

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Had a dream that has been weighing on me for like a week. It's long and I'm on mobile so no read more sorry mi amores.

I went to a big party for some guy I used to know (friends with someone I dated way back) and like EVERYONE I used to know that way was there. All the friends you lose when you split with someone and/move interstate. It's been 10 years or more since I seen them so no gruges just nostalgia. I say hello to most of them at the party and organise to see them all for proper catch ups in the next week or so. I see my first ex glowering in a corner, and someone else mentions they haven't fought with him since we stopped dating. I think all men have the emotional maturity of a weasel ball.

I go to meet long lost friend #1 at an old Italian bakery but it's been attacked? The police pick me up and ask if I knew old friend was Running an Operation??? Friend is dead??And owned the bakery???? And has willed it to me???

They ask why I think it's been willed to me and because i am cool and suave in dream movies I recognise that it's probably because he knew I have no beef and giving it to me takes the bakery out of The Game. No one can come to me to get revenge. I didn't know I was going to inherit so i have no motive. They let me go. The bakery is a lovely old building so i set about restoring it. My sister is very jealous but likes to hear about the progress.

I see more old friends over time and catch glimpses of the men being Up to Something. The women (wives and girlfriends) whisper about it when we catch up, sometimes at my bakery. Why are all the men I used to know a small business owner in some sort of mob? Most of them are too dumb for that to work surely??

I'm older and wiser now so I spend more time with the women I know as a teen or in my early twenties than the men I knew then. The ones that are partnered with the same ones I knew back then are bored, and have started to realise there is more than their my-first-gangsta boyfriend can offer them. I start get togethers in the shop. Art classes, book club, repair cafes occasionally, for these women I used to know, as a space to find themselves and what they like.

Turns out the bakery was just the beginning and I wandered into the start of some sort of mob political drama war with the birthday party being the catalyst for some reason. I catch up with the men I used to know as boys who are now doing some sort of crime (I'm not convinced it's over much more than Pokemon cards but still. Perhaps I, cool and suave Old Friend, can learn more and persuade them to go to tafe or something instead).

This works to varying degrees and the ones I get to know better seem to be targeted in the war. Everyone points fingers at everyone. Now the police know something big is up they look very closely at each business and crime scene. It takes time for wills to be followed but months later there's gossip about what happens to them now and the common attitudes seem to be that they're still tied up with police and lawyers, or some poor retiree parents get them and don't know what to do with them because they live on the coast and are mourning their son and don't know what to do with a half destroyed cigarette store. Some of the women think families are being smart by not telling anyone what's been inherited to avoid revenge plots. Even if their families are obviously not in whatever mob things is going on. Since it didn't exist when we were in school together.

I tell no one, not my sister, not my partner, not my mum, I have been willed more properties. After each death I am questioned as a contact, they ask why I am willed a business and building (and sometimes houses) from people I haven't seen in a decade and then have long lunches with a few times. I don't know. Perhaps they all saw like first friend did that I'm neutral and it seemed safe. I wonder how long it will be until I can restore the promising ones (theres a laundromat that has good vibes and could use a coat of paint and some steep discountd, and a cafe in a victorian aged building which is lame but could be excellent) and sell everything else to new owners without them being in danger. There's one cop that seems angrier and angrier each time I'm questioned about inheritance. I didn't do anything, I still don't know much about whatever these dudes were into and I don't know any of their People. I couldn't have gotten them to do the attacks without me and I was busy (I still work as a science communicator and travel for work and to visit my partner?) . There's no evidence I was preparing to inherit properties or spoke to lawyers about inheritance laws or anything. I keep running book club etc there's still no idea about who is attacking who and why. Territory was seperate but respected before the party. There were agatha Christie level old grievances that all weighed the same but weren't ever enough on their own to warrant something like this. All the old grievances were with different alliances so no one could band together to take someone else out without risking retaliation or betrayal. Someone mentions my first ex is angry for unknown reasons, but everyone knows he's an idiot so they think all he'll do is posture or get arrested. One of the women jokes I should go see him so he's shut up for good. It's not a good joke. Even if she doesn't know how terrible he was. But now someone has made the connection that it's the ones I have tried to re-know that are hurt. Some of the women are scared, some posit I'm sleeping with them to be mean but can't say why I would do that or what I'd get out of it. Most think this is all silly and how could I have anything to do with a business I didn't even know existed until they hinted it to me. This biggest concern in my brain after all this is that i don't think I can tell these women I'm bisexual, they won't think it's real or they'll think I'm hitting on them. Also that im a crazy feminist who barely thinks men are worth my time. I keep doing wine and book night. Macrame night. I wonder if I can test the theory of me making friends with someone in the business gets them killed. I wonder if that makes me evil.

Then my current partner's work is burnt down. It's a hospital, no one in this mob thing works there or knows someone who does. There are plenty of injured people but since everyone is trained to the teeth in evac procedure there are no deaths. It's a hospital so it's on the news and everyone is saying 'who could do such a thing' but don't make the connection to their little mob war. The joking woman at lunch was right, these places were attacked and people died because my ex didn't want me to have any friends. It took them a while to find out about my relationship now since we don't live together and there aren't really overlapping people in their lives.

The cop who gets angrier and angrier is being paid off, he's angry because even though ex is trying to 'punish' me I keep winning?

The Business, whatever it is, has all but fallen through. There a handful left but they don't have power together and as individual groups of like 10 idiots they aren't really effective on their own. Nothing really changes. My awake brain thinks it must be NFTs or something idiotic with these guys just playing dress up.

In dream i am trying to think of a way to kill my ex. I'm partial to all the 'accidental' poisonings, Or falling off ladders that happened before divorces were legal. But the cop knows my ex is watching me. He knows the hospital fire wasn't unrelated to this mob stuff. If he dies I will be suspect number one. I know I am smarter than my ex though. I can make something look like an accident I'm sure. Maybe he's on medication that can't be mixed with something? His wife is nice enough and comes to the bakery but hasn't really warmed to me, she won't give me anything knowingly. His work isn't really dangerous, he's a real estate agent and most likely to die in a road accident. Not easy to orchestrate. Any olive branch offer to meet up will work out better for him I'm sure.

I'm busy gardening and I'm glad he's dead. Its hot and I have to finish getting these new plants in the ground before I go inside. We need the empty plastic pots at the bakery. I wake up before I know how I killed him.

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fallofthehouseofglittter · 3 years

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THIS IS GONNA BE A RANT AND I'M ON MOBILE SO NO READMORE FOR Y'ALL, YE HAVE BEEN WARNED

We managed to go on a week long vacation with my gf's parents (in the house that belonged to her great-grandpa who won it on a game of cards, but that's another story) but god, at what cost

Our cat couldn't come with us on the grounds of my gf's mom being severely allergic, so we were waiting for The Roommate to come back so she could watch over her (and her own cat too), but after two weeks (of a supposedly ONE WEEK TRIP) she finally told us that she was only coming back TWO DAYS AFTER my gf's parents were supposed to be back so no fucking vacation for us I guess?

We wanted at least to spend a weekend away from this house that has been in the middle of a moving since GODDAMN MARCH full of boxes and trash everywhere, so we had everything set up for gf's uncle to come over and feed the cats for two days. Once we finally got to the vacation spot, The Roommate calls us to say that she got someone to watch the cats.

Time to drive ALL THE WAY BACK to relieve the aforementioned uncle from duty and bring our keys to the person who was supposed to watch the cats. Turns out it's this old judgy neighbour lady who was annoyed that we wanted to show her where the cat food and litter were, where we had made a neat pile of clean pet bowls and plates for them, the lists with how much and how many portions to feed them, our phone numbers... and then she got pissy because "[Roommate] said I only had to feed the cats once a day"

EXCUSE ME?

WHY DON'T YOU TRY TO SURVIVE ON ONE MEAL AND A SINGLE GLASS OF WATER A DAY, ELIZABETH?

Anyway we reiterated the importance of getting the cats fed and their water changed twice a day, and hoped The Roommate had chosen a dependable person to take care of the cats

*narrator's voiceover* turns out, in fact, that she hadn't

Roommate calls us two days later to say that the catsitter called her with her panties in a twist because there were maggots in the cat food and she had to toss it all away, that she was calling another lady to pick up the catsitting, that in the end the new lady was going to buy more cat food, and and and

WHOA MCFUCKING THERE, PARDNER

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE HAD TO THROW AWAY OUR CAT'S FOOD"

"It's okay, she handled it"

"But we have enough food, there's a metal box full of wet food and a full bag of kibble"

"It's okay, she handled it"

"We have to come back to town tomorrow to get our covid vaccine shots, if there's the need for more food we can stop by the pet shop on the way"

"It's okay, she handled it"

The gods gifted me with many virtues

Patience is not one of them

And at this point the gf was already restraining me to not yell at the phone, and we agreed on not stopping by on Monday to not stress the cats further with showing up and going away, and trusting the new caretaker, that had already watched over The Roommate's cat before, to not be a complete moron

We overestimated her

We came back today to find the new caretaker, who did not even invite us in for a coffee, all pissy about The Penny having bitten her this morning when "all I did was trying to pet her". She gave us back our keys and we walked into our apartment, where The Penny was already screaming her little lungs out

The apartment

Was

Mess.

Penny's litter box hadn't been cleaned, at all, ever since we left

She had one bowl of water instead of the two we had left

The tray we place her bowls on was FILTHY

And I don't know what the fuck was in her kibble bowl, but boy

It was NOT the kibble that we had prepared for the week and left in a glass jar right in front of the tray

We thought that was all, but nope! Walking into the kitchen made the nightmare even worse! The food that we had set aside for the cats, that the lady claimed was gone so fast because it was filling with maggots, was still sealed on the shelf with the little notes on how to portion it attached. We had laid out wet food for a week, of which not even HALF had been used, and The Roommate's cat's kibble didn't even seem to have been touched. Instead, there were two boxes and a bag of SHIT ASS cat food of a brand we had never seen before, full of grains and coloring and other bullshit, not to mention the bag of kibble for fixed cats. WE are responsible pet owners that fixed our baby as soon as she was old enough, but The Roommate refuses to do the same to her cat (that has been constantly in heat for a while, mind you) but feeds her kibble for sterilized cats. If you're wondering if this makes her cat underweight and low energy, well, BINGO! We had finally convinced her to change into better kibble, and this FUCKER comes around and buys this shit under the premise that "poor kitty cat had no food" while there were TWO BAGS IN THE KITCHEN AND PENNY'S JAR IN OUR ROOM

And the bowls. My good lord, the bowls.

Penny eats out of steel bowls that we wash after every meal, and the water one gets washed once a day. The Roommate isn't nearly as organized with her cat's stuff, but she keeps telling everyone who listens for at least ten seconds about how her cat's whiskers are particularly sensitive and therefore she cannot eat out of regular pet bowls (instead she keeps feeding the cat in plastic plates that only get washed once a blue moon but we'll get to that in another ranty post). We specified on the notes taped to the food shelf that she has to be fed on open plate, and what did the asshole do? WELL, OBVIOUSLY NOT THAT. She grabbed a random Penny bowl and filled it with kibble, another random Penny bowl and filled it with water. And completely ignored the tray we had laid out for the other cat, with her little plate and the wider water bowl, putting the "meal" she prepared on the kitchen counter instead

Unlike Penny's litter box, that hadn't seen a scoop since we left the house, the other cat's stuff had been cleaned. Once. And the bag with the litter trash was still open in the bathroom for everyone to see and smell, because obviously, it's not like the cat would maybe just maybe like to have a room that doesn't smell of her own fucking shit, specially if said room is right besides the one where she sleeps

Now it's the following morning and I'm still seething, I cannot believe the fucking audacity. We would happily (okay, maybe not happily, but we definitely would) skip the vacation if there was no one to watch the cats. They're little living creatures that need attention, and we happily provide when we're around. It's not a crime to say "I can't watch over your pets, sorry", it doesn't make you a horrible, rude, inconsiderate person. You know what does, though? ACCEPTING TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR SOMEONE'S PET AND DOING A SHIT ASS JOB OF IT

We laid out everything. We left clean bowls and plenty of kibble and wet food. We left clean scoops to clean their litter boxes. We explained everything and literally left a phone number taped to the food shelf in case they needed us for anything. Instead, the first bitch called The Roommate to complain and the second one just deadass did whatever the fuck she wanted (also I'm convinced that she was overfeeding the cats kibble and not giving them wet food to avoid maggots instead of, you know, sticking around until the cats finished eating and putting the food away when they did. Which means The Penny gained weight in this week, a LOT of it). And ignoring the things we had prepared and explained with so much care to 1) make their lives easier and 2) MAKE IT AS SAFE AND NOT STRESSFUL FOR THE CATS AS POSSIBLE.

We've been home for twelve hours and Penny still hasn't stopped being whiny, which I'm pretty sure is only partly because she is annoyed at us for spending a long time away, but also because she has been bored out of her mind, since these people act like cats are part of the furniture and don't need attention besides some horrible slop thrown into their food bowls. Our cat missed having play time with her wand toys, hanging out with us while we watch tv, eating together (obviously, her having a little bowl of cat food while we eat human food, that we do NOT give her because we aren't stupid), sleeping in the same bed. Of course you're not mandated to do that if you're just hopping by to check on the cats and give them food, but don't act like they're furniture and then get pissy when they try to bite you because they're under stimulated! CATS NEED TO HUNT, and if you don't provide a prey in the form of a toy they're gonna hunt your fucking fingers, and my only regret is that Penpen didn't rip that asshole's hand off

I don't think there is a point to this post, I'm just angry and annoyed and frustrated, but typing everything out in an angry rant is better than yelling and scaring my already sad toebean of a cat, I guess?

Anyway if you read all of this I'm sorry and have a picture of Her Catship The Penny Dreadful

#the life and times of glittter #my cats #the penny #penny dreadful #ranty ranty ranty rant

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protag-rantaro · 4 years

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"Confusion and Familiarity" Prologue [PART 4]

Written by the fantastic Mod Tai!

Ding Dong- Bing Bong!

A bell? Rantaro and Kirumi looked at the monitor in front of them and 5 little bears were sitting on the couch.

"Everyone, make your way to the gym, please! The opening ceremony can finally begin" and with that the monitor turned black once again.

What the hell? what ceremony are they talking about?

It didn't took long for everyone to gather in the gym. Soon the chatting started and the gym became pretty lively.

"Hmm, it's pretty amazing seeing all 16 of us Ultimates gathered together" Kaito showed everyone his thumbs up with a carefree grin.

"Pardon me, but… we should be on our guard. We don't know if and when danger will strike" Keebo reminded everyone and the group became silent for a few seconds.

"D-Don't say that… I'm scared, so scared! I don't know… what to do..." Kokichi sniffed and Rantaro carefully watched him.

"You don't have to be scared! Atua will protect us all!" Angie smiled brightly and Kokichi's mood quickly changed.

"Ohhh, that's a relief! Pheew!!" Kokichi noticed Rantaro's stare and stuck his tongue out with a funny grimace.

What a weird child. But in the end Rantaro couldn't help but laugh about the grimace.

"Seriously, is y'alls heads full of weed or somethin'? I'll whack them out of your skulls if you need me to!" Miu called out annoyed from all the noise and different chatter in the gym, but suddenly a loud, familiar noise could be heard in the gym and then huge robots appeared before us.

"Wow, Keeboy! Are you related to those monsters?" Kokichi pointed at those monsters with a mischievous grin.

"O-Of course not! That's robophobic! Stop those comments right now, Kokichi!!" Keebo was angry and Kokichi was laughing, but the fear was clearly visible in everyone's eyes, even in Kokichi- and Keebo's eyes.

"These aren't monsters! These are Exisals!" one of the monsters- no, Exisals spoke.

"They're highly mobile, bipedal weapons platforms" they continued proudly. "Weapons?" Someone called out from the back of the group with a panic.

"Alright, chill out, no need to panic… We're probably not in danger, because if they wanted to kill us, they would have done it by now" with that Rantaro casually walked over to the Exisals.

"You clearly want something, that's why you have the guns, right? Wait, let me guess… you're gonna force us to do something and if we don't do it...we will get hurt" Rantaro continued with a hand in his chin. "Well, you have our attention. So what do you want?"

"Huh, aren't you a clever guy..." Monosuke spoke in a mocking way.

"I will start! Listen up! Here is what we want you dumbasses to do-"

"KILLING GAME" suddenly Monokid was cut off from Monodam, who didn't said anything until now.

"Hell yeah, It's a-"

"KILLING GAME" Monodam interrupted Monkid again.

"H-how DARE you, Monodam!" Monokid yelled angry and upset.

"Hey, if I-I heard him correctly-" Keebo whispered to himself.

"My sweet little cubs~" a new voice was echoing through the gym and Rantaro felt a shiver down his spine.

"That voice!" Monophanie called out, the other cubs stopped fighting and the lightning in the gym shut off.

"I am the God of this world!" a new bear, similar to the Monokubs appeared on the stage.

"It's the one and only Monokuma! Nice to meet ya~!" He announced himself, ignoring all the confused looks from the students.

"Even when the prologue is going wayyy too long and is very tiresome to read and write- I will allow it, because you cubs are sooo cute!" Monokuma seemed like he talked with himself, but to be honest… who knows who he is talking too?

"Well, that may be, but I'm more concerned about the "Killing game" you have mentioned earlier" Rantaro walked up to the front, but Monokuma only chuckled mockingly.

""I want you students with your Ultimate-level talents to participate in my killing game!" Monokuma stared down on us, waiting for a reaction.

"Gentlemen not hurt people!" Gonta shouted,but Monokuma was unimpressed by that.

"The academy is surrounded by a huge wall. You can't escape and as long as we have the Exisals… you can't defy us. In other words I have the power of life and death over each and everyone of you! Muhahaha!" and again Monokuma laughed hysterical as if all of this was the funniest joke he ever heard.

"Y-You gotta be kidding me! Why would friends kill each other?! You're totally insane!" Tenko yelled with all her courage she possessed.

"... Who said you guys were friends? You are all enemies out to kill each other! But the point is that it's not enough to simply kill someone. You also have to survive the class trial" Monokuma talked very close to the microphone he was holding.

"What is the punishment if you get exposed in the so-called class trial" Kiyo asked and Monkuma smiled satisfied.

"Simple- it's an execution! If you do a crime, you get punished. That's the most basic rule- up this is a Killing game so the punishment should be a bit more… permanent and that's all… so let's start this heart-pounding killing school semester already!"

"Ohh, before I forget- youre free to murder however you like too… stabbing, strangulation, poisoning and then we have: shooting, drowning, crushing your victim to death. I don't care, you can use any method you want and you can kill anyone you like… That should be all- I wonder how it will turn out, puhuuhuhuu~" Monokuma added and with that a big chaos started in the gym.

"Risking our life in a killing game… how absurd" Kiyo crossed his arms unimpressed from Monokuma's speech.

"Well, it doesn't seem like it will be boring, though!" Kokichi had this mischievous look on his face again and didn't seemed to be care at all.

"That- That has to be a lie, right? Right??" Tsumugi was trembling near the corner of the gym. She looked really scared.

It was so loud that Rantaro couldn't concentrate on who was talking in the first place. Impossible to keep track, he took a deep breath.

"We won't participate in your game, Monokuma! Nobody is interested in your game about killing or getting killed" Rantaro spoke up and Keade quickly joined him.

"Yes! We won't accept that! We will never accept that!"

"Well, as the headmaster it's my job to force you to play…but a resistance makes things always way more entertaining for everyone~"

What? Everyone? Who is he talking about?

Rantaro thought for a second, but he got cut off by the squealing laughter from Monokuma and the Monokubs in the Exisals.

Everything is so messed up!

The academy is surrounded by a cage,

16 Ultimate students are trapped in this academy…

talking stuffed animals and deadly weapons.

new friends forced to play some kind of killing game!

and against our will… we became characters in this totally messed up story.

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sanfl0werrr · 5 years

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the meaning of love

you felt weird, like really weird. the ride back home with jaemin was weird. the both of you barely spoke and he looked as if he was so done with everything. it felt as if he didn't want anything to do with you either.

i mean, he could have just rejected me, you thought, why go through all the trouble?

you decided to not think about it anymore. the run in with the dreamies were too weird, and it was probably the first and last time you will ever interact with them. at least you hoped it was.

just as you were about to leave the house, your mother called out to you, "i don't see wonwoo anymore. did you have a fight with him?"

you rolled your eyes, "no, i didn't. there's rumours that he's dating someone now. i don't know who's the lucky girl though."

"y/n doesn't need any man! she has me," your little brother ran to hug you, with his arms wide open.

"that's right, my little prince! i only need you," you kissed him on the cheek as you carried him up.

"what about me, princess?" your father coughed from behind the newspaper, "i'm practically the first man you love."

both you and your mother looked at each other and laughed, "well, someone's craving for some love."

"i'm going now. bye!" you shouted as you put your shoes on.

the rumours of wonwoo having a girlfriend was spreading like wildfire in school. no matter where you went; canteen, garden or even the toilet; you will keep hearing about it.

you sighed. your heart was hurting after all, and the fact that everyone was talking about it, made it worse. it was as if you were invisible, like you weren't the one who's been next to him all these while. everyone dismissed your existence now that wonwoo has a girlfriend.

break came, and when it was break, wonwoo would usually find you to eat together. ever since the rumour had spread, he no longer finds you anymore. so, you secluded yourself in the music room at the end of the hallway.

you entered the music room, finding solace in the silence as you sat down in front of the piano. wonwoo and you would usually hang in the music room from time to time, just catching up or even talking about random topics.

the music room was also one of the reasons why you fell for him. because when two people spend so much time together, they're bound to be alike. that was what happened to you and wonwoo, the both of you were inseparable.

remember when you told me you liked the colour green? you smiled to yourself, remember when you told me you wanted to write?

remember you told me you wouldn't leave me? your smiled faltered, remember you told me you loved me?

"it was probably as friends, though," you sighed.

"as friends? what is?" a voice boomed from behind you.

you jumped in shock, "oh god, make a noise! you nearly killed me!"

"you're exaggerating," you could sense the sarcasm in his tone.

you turned around to give the boy a piece of your mind, but you didn't expect it to be him, out of all people.

"jaemin?" you squealed.

"cat got your tongue?" he raised his brows.

before you could even say anything, the rest of the dreamies entered the room.

"y/n is here!" chenle shouted excitedly.

"luck is not on my side today," you huffed.

"what do you mean by that? we're the best you've got!" donghyuck snapped in fingers.

"i suddenly don't feel so good," you joked as you grabbed your unfinished lunch, trying to get away.

"she just called you thanos!" jisung laughed really hard, slapping mark's and jeno's arms.

"jisung!" both of them shouted in unison.

you were just about to escape the chaotic scene until someone closed the door shut from behind you.

"going somewhere?" jaemin voiced out.

you turned around, his tall figure hovering above you, "yes, i'm trying to get away."

"why!?" chenle questions you, very loud.

"i mean, aren't i intruding? seems like the music room is your hangout place," you shrugged.

"y/n... come sit with us. like chenle said yesterday, you're always welcome to hang with us," mark softens.

"why is mark so soft towards y/n? suspicious," donghyuck scratches his chin.

"yucks, i can't get used to mark being soft," jeno chides in.

"mark, i didn't know you had a crush on me," you cooed.

"oh god, y/n! stop teasing me so much. you always do that during our committee meetings!" he shrieked, "not here too, please."

you laughed, "i'll try."

the moment you looked up, your eyes made contact with jaemin's. you didn't realise how pretty he looked up close, almost too sinful to be that beautiful. you blushed momentarily and looked away, walking to take a seat to finish your lunch.

as you sat down, jaemin plopped next to you immediately after that. you looked around to see that there were a few other seats available, but didn't really heed much attention.

"so, y/n! do you like games?" renjun started the conversation.

"mobile games? not so. arcade games? hell yeah," you grew excited the moment you mentioned arcade.

jeno placed a hand on his heart, acting offended. you just laughed and stuck your tongue out as a joke.

"let's go to the arcade after school, then!" chenle suggested.

"that's very impromptu though," you widen your eyes.

"you don't like it?" renjun asked.

"hell no, i love it! let's go! i'm so excited!" you danced a little, out of excitement.

the rest of the dreamies laughed, except for jaemin. he tried stifling his smile, because he found you really cute and all he wanted was to squish your cheeks. not that you know anything though.

you were just fidgeting in class, and knowing that you're gonna go to the arcade right after that you couldn't control the excitement.

"ms y/n. i will have you know that my class hasn't ended yet," the teacher voiced out.

the bell rang right after that, signalling the end of class.

"well, it has now," you winked at the teacher.

you spranced out the door to get some of the things out of the locker that was needed for the weekend.

"arcade! let's get it," you whispered to yourself.

just as you closed your locker, someone called out to you. you turned around to see who it was and it was none other than, jeon wonwoo. right next to him was a girl, whom you assume to be his girlfriend.

"y/n!" wonwoo greeted you excitedly.

"oh, hey!" you forced a smiled.

"i know i've been missing in action a lot and i know you've probably heard the rumours and i'm super sorry for the late introduction!" he clasped his hands together, hoping you'd forgive him, "her name's aera, and she's my girlfriend!"

and those assumptions were correct.

"finally, jeon wonwoo! i've been dying to know who's the lucky girl!" you took his hands and jumped around gleefully, while your heart literally broke into a million pieces yet again.

"i wanted you to be the first one to know and i'm sorry for keeping this from you. you're my best friend," wonwoo smiled.

you're my best friend, he said.

"o-of course! you're my best friend too," you repeated to assure him but it somehow left a bitter taste in your mouth.

"let's catch up soon, y/n!" wonwoo waved goodbye.

looking at their silhoutte fading away, your tears threatened to fall any minute. i thought i told you to suck it up, you said to yourself again, suck it up!

he isn't worth any tears, you tried brainwashing yourself again, but the tears fell anyway.

you ran to the music room. you didn't care if anyone saw you or judged you, but you kept running. you just needed to be alone.

the moment you slammed the door open, you were face-to-face with 7 familiar faces.

"y/n?" chenle whispered.

"oh my god, what happened?" donghyuck tried to come closer.

you stepped back, shock evident on everyone's faces, including yours.

"i-i have to go, i'm sorry," you ran away.

"y/n!" you heard jaemin calling out to you.

you ran till you reach the one place with no memories of wonwoo and you together; dream book cafe.

with a heavy breathing, you tried to make yourself comfortable at the restricted section that was located at the end of the room. you hated that you cried easily, and the fact that you've fallen deeply in love with your best friend.

everyone said don't ever fall for your best friend, and you could see why now. there wasn't any guarantee that he/she will love you back. you only realised that now, which sucks.

"y/n?" a voice call out to you.

you immediately looked up and widen your eyes, "h-how did you know i was here?"

"i live around here remember? and you mentioned this cafe once before," jaemin sighed.

he came closer and sat right next to you, "wanna tell me what happened?"

"n-no," you stuttered.

"really?" he asked once again.

you hiccup, "n-no."

jaemin chuckled, "come here."

he placed his hand over you, making you lean onto his broad shoulder.

"are you comfortable?" he peered into your face, making sure that you're okay.

you nodded, "very comfortable, thanks to you."

jaemin chuckled once again, "so, do you wanna tell me why you were crying?"

you waited and contemplated for a little while, wondering if you should opened up to jaemin. i mean, he was actually the one who didn't talk to you, but also, what's the harm in letting him know.

you breathed in, wondering how to start, "um, well.. i like someone, and he turns out to be my best friend."

you looked at jaemin, and he was staring back at you, listening to every word you were saying.

"maybe it's more than just a like. maybe it's love, but i don't know. we've spent every day together and doing things together and that made me grown to like him so much, so the thought of us being together most of the time was never really weird. i thought maybe we had a chance together, until i saw his girlfriend."

you paused again, and you felt jaemin hugging you tighter.

"his girlfriend was so pretty and they really look compatible together. maybe, it was just me, being my delusional self, you know. wonwoo deserved way better and i can never match up to him, i would never. i was never meant to be loved by him but i wanted him to love me badly."

"you're fine the way you are, y/n. my words probably won't be of any comfort but, believe me when i say you deserve just as much love as wonwoo. maybe even more. the love you give to people is the love you're definitely gonna get back. wonwoo's girlfriend is pretty, you say? i think you're even more stunning and charming than anyone i've met."

you didn't dare to look up to meet his eyes. you didn't want him to see you've became a mess, a blushing mess. it wasn't even a confession, you know it, but it drove you mad, a wreck.

from then on, you knew things will never be the same.

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