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pronouns used: they/them └────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────┘
— if i should add a warning lmk
- based off the song jealousy, jealousy by olivia rodrigo
r a n b o o . ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙
— you're ranboo's sibling —
ranboo and y/n weren't on the same "level"
ranboo was this famous streamer and y/n wasn't. everything their family talked about was ranboo
him and y/n used to be really close. they would talk and laugh all the time, but now ranboo was too busy for y/n
y/n sighed thinking about how they were known as "ranboo's sibling." nothing else
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comparison was slowly killing y/n. everyday people would compare the two
because of that y/n began to think a lot of about what other thought about them. they were sick of themselves
y/n wouldn't blame ranboo he couldn't do anything about it because he didn't know. he thought it was normal
—
y/n looked around their room trying to find their journal but it wasn't anywhere. y/n doesn't leave their room a lot and no one comes in there so where would it be?
"hello chat! how are we doing today?" ranboo spoke, y/n walked in not really caring that he was streaming "y/n.. im streaming" ranboo spoke quietly
"i can see that. do you know where my journal is?" y/n asked not looking at ranboo
y/n refused to look at ranboo's face because in their mind it was just one more thing to be insecure about.
"it's brown?" he asked, y/n nodded in response "down stairs, mom was gonna throw it. she thinks you don't need it" y/n ran out of the room running down the stairs
y/n grabbed the brown book and walked back into their room
the journal held very important things, like y/n's feelings, and their interests that no one wanted to hear.
maybe a few hours passed and y/n was sitting on their computer scrolling through ranboos instagram
All your friends are so cool, you go out every night In your daddy's nice car, yeah, you're livin' the life Got a pretty face, a pretty boyfriend, too I wanna be you so bad and I don't even know you All I see is what I should be Happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy All I see is what I should be I'm losin' it, all I get's jealousy, jealousy
if y/n could change one thing.. it would be that they were someone else. anyone but ranboos sibling
"y/n? can we talk?" ranboo said
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : i have a few questions today!
- favorite scent? — me: i like the smell of rain haha
also pleasseeeee give me feedback on this chapter * i wanted to write something like this but idk if you didn't like it lmk please!
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