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𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒

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MORGIE

morgie seems like a words of affirmation guy to me

idk morgie feels like someone who is happy in his own physical space / doesn't typically like physical affection even with a close friend / lover

but that doesnt mean he wont show physical affection, he just doesnt initiate it and hes a little nervous to like hug you and stuff for a long time

he doesnt wanna intrude your space so he just doesnt yk

i also think he likes quality time

like he could spend a lot of time with you and just never get bored or tired of it, whether youre doing your own thing or not

he just likes being around you and complimenting you, even if you find it sappy and annoying

JAMES HOOK

hes very big on physical affection with a close second being gift giving

just loves wrapping his arms around you and giving you hugs / kisses / just trying to make you flustered

its like his favorite thing

he also loves getting you gifts, stolen or not

like if he thinks itd peak your interest / match your style / is within your range of interest he'll get it for you

sometimes he just comes to you with a small box of items he found in some abandoned home or castle or something

like aight youre not gonna question lmao

MALEFICENT

mostly getting physical affection from her

but not like cuddling or kissing or anything more like hand holding and hand kisses / kisses on cheeks

shes a classical romantic, and i dont see her enjoying physical affection, much less any other love language

like look at her with hades, they barely show romantic interactions but you can tell theyre head over heels for each other

its the small things yk?

she rlly enjoys the hand holding, small kisses, and you putting yourself before her in dangerous situations and treating her like a lady

she'll never say it but she does rlly enjoy that and lovesssss it

CHARMING

imo he gives me gift giving / words of affirmation vibes

he loves giving you compliments and trying to make you see how handsome / gorgeous / beautiful you are and stuff

hes a cheesey guy, hush

also think hed like giving you gifts, especially since hes a literal prince and has pretty much infinite money (dramatized but like it seems like the royalty never run out of money so like)

he doesnt just buy you things, he gets you things that actually mean something to you, big or small

he understands what receiving nonpersonal gifts is like so he makes a promise to himself he'll never just get you something cause of the price tag

Minho and Alby have been gone all day.

Like, a scary amount of all day time. The doors are about to close, and there's still been no sign of them. They went out to make sure Ben was... not coming back, and now it seems like they might not either.

You and Newt stand next to each other in front of the north doors, waiting to see Minho and Alby round the corner. The sun begins to drift under the horizon of the gigantic stone walls that surround you. You've been here long enough to count down seconds until the doors ultimately close on them, leaving them stranded in the maze, leaving them as good as dead. They'll be Griever food.

You worry for Alby, your leader, the first man here, the boy who created a system where you could all live safely and, for the most part, happily. You worry for Minho, your friend, your best friend, really. He's been your day one, your ride or die. You feel a heavy stone clunk at the bottom of your stomach, sloshing acid and half digested food around.

Something is wrong.

You share a glance with Newt beside you. You share a serious twang of worry and fear.

It's not long before the other Gladers begin to do the same as you and Newt. They come in waves and droves. Thomas and Chuck, Gally and half the Builders, Winston and the Med-Jacks. Before long, the entire Glade impatiently awaits Minho and Alby's return. Thomas stands beside Newt, a hand resting on Chuck's shoulder.

They're both still Beanies in your eyes, like babies. You fear, even so soon after the stuff with Ben, they'll also have to quickly deal with the loss of Minho and Alby, a dear friend and role model, and a fearless leader. Chuck is only maybe twelve. It makes you sick thinking about being in his shoes, so young, so new to all this, surrounded by the Glade's seemingly darkest days.

You know, even if worst comes to worst, the Glade will be physically okay. Mentally, not so much. Newt is Alby's second-in-command, a role he attained after being kicked from the Runners post-incident. Newt is a good leader, he's a rather quick thinker, he speaks his mind, those are all qualities you love about him. In time, it seems Thomas may make himself into a Runner. The way he sprinted when he emerged from the box was... otherworldly. He has skill, he just needs to let himself adapt to this place and work himself to the levels of stamina and speed the current Runners do.

But replacing Minho and Alby won't just fix the Glade. You can tell that ever since Thomas got here, things have been off. You feel like you're being watched 24/7, but you don't know from where. Ben just... got stung? Out of nowhere? And a girl came out of the box, unconcious, a day after Thomas arrived. And now, this stuff with Minho and Alby makes you want to throw your guts up.

Newt grabs onto your hand, holding with a firm squeeze. He feels exactly how you do. They have less than a minute before those stone doors start closing, and they only take a handful of seconds to screech shut. He's trying so hard to hide his worry, but he really can't. Two of his closest friends might die, and he can't do anything about it.

Finally, they round the corner.

"Minho! Alby!"

"Minho, hurry up!"

"Alby, what happened?!"

"Hurry up! The doors are gonna close!"

You feel your heart drop to your ass. They won't make it, not while Alby is limping so bad, not while Minho is practically pushing him forward. They won't make it.

Thomas tries to rush forward to help, but Newt pushes him back.

"You can't," the blonde shakes his head, "You'll get stuck in there when the doors close, you'll be Griever food. They have to make it on their own."

"Newt, they won't make it!" Thomas exclaims.

Newt looks away, "They'll have to."

The doors shake the ground before a loud grumbling screech emerges. Dust falls, pebbles jump. The doors are closing. They're too far away, they won't make it.

"Minho! Hurry!"

"Run!"

"Alby!"

"Hurry up!"

They won't make it.

It seems you and Thomas share the same idea. Maybe if you can't both get in, maybe one of you can. It's a split-second decision, one with not that much thought or plan put into it.

Either way, you both go through with it. Newt, Fry, Gally, and Chuck try to stop you, but Thomas sprints past the doors to reach Minho and Alby. You manage to get Newt to let go of your hand before he can even process what's happening and slip through the closing doors just as they begin to press shut. You feel them push on your spine and ribs for just a moment, and then they nearly hang onto your ankle. You manage to escape deathly pressure, though.

You sprint to Alby, helping him into your arms as Minho stares at you and Thomas with a defeated look. Alby stands helplessly in your grasp, limp and defeated.

You hear the doors slam shut, locking you in for the night. You're dead.

"You dumb shanks," Minho grumbles, "What's the plan, huh?"

You stare at Minho, a bead of sweat trailing down your forehead. You aren't sure what to say. You want to ask what happened to Alby, but you can't force the words out of your mouth.

"We can climb to the top of the walls, can't we?" Thomas asks.

You shake your head, glancing back at him, "None of the ivy reaches the top. We cut all the pieces that do back."

"Why?" He presses.

You share a glance with Minho before deciding to just answer Thomas, "We've had some suicide attempts. Preventing the worst. Track-Hoes meet every three months in the early morning to help the Runners out with it."

Thomas warily looks away, eyeing pieces of the ivy on the walls. The darkness grows in the alleys of the maze.

"We can hide Alby in there," Thomas points up at a darker section of ivy that grows over a divet in the wall, "We can tie him up with this." he grabs a discarded rope's worth of ivy from the ground.

"And what about us?" Minho questions, "You think we'll be able to run around this maze all night? Escape being eaten alive or stung by the Grievers?"

"We have to try," you breathe, watching Thomas tie a slipknot into the ivy rope, Alby's weight pressing against you. "We came in to help you, Min."

"Whatever. Come on, let's hoist him up."

Newt lies in his hammock, cold and alone. Warm tear trails stain his cheeks. He lays on his side, facing the outside instead of all the Gladers on his left, trying to get some rest, even after witnessing the presumed deaths of four Gladers, four people, four friends, four loved ones. Small sniffles escape him, which he tries muffling with his arm, which he lays his head on.

After a few hours of tossing and turning, listening to the Griever's mechanical whirrs and screeches through the stone walls, he decides to get up and go on a little walk. He rests hope in just tiring himself out until he falls asleep. He can't sleep knowing you're out there, probably all alone, hiding from those monsters.

He'll never see you again. And he just has to get over it.

He'll never see you, his sort of lover, ever again. You'll never be official, you'll never be anything, you'll never do all the things you wished of that you talked about til you passed out in the middle of the night. He'll never see Minho again, his best friend, his first friend. He'll never find an escape from this place, no, not without Minho leading the Runners.

He'll never see Alby again, his leader, his advisor. He doesn't know what to do without him. What is he supposed to do? He doesn't have the same voice of authority that Alby does. He's no leader, he's just a right-hand man, a sidekick. He'll never see Thomas again, the Greenbean, the new friend who was just learning how to live in his own body, like a baby, but way older.

He feels so alone.

Newt refused any funeral pyre for now. Not until all of you were found, no matter how long it took. He was going to send the Runners out as early as usual, and their current task wouldn't be finding an exit, rather, it'd be finding bodies, if any were to be found.

Newt will not believe any of you are dead until he sees it with his own two eyes.

He slides his spine down the bark of a large willow tree, the leaves blocking the bright moon hanging above. He sits on the ground, fingers tangled in the soft grass beneath him. He closes his eyes and tilts his head up, staring at what he believes are artificial stars, maybe secret cameras, while the stream behind him rushes with water.

He feels like he's being watched, closely, like not a single footstep goes unnoticed. He's never felt like this before, not until the day Thomas showed up. At first, he thought he was just being paranoid, but now, he feels it's more true than he'd like to admit. Plus, the girl arriving, and the fact the box won't go down for more supplies, it sort of solidifies it for him.

Warm tears run down his cheeks, the salty droplets sliding onto his neck before they seemingly disappear into his sweat stained shirt. He can't think or even process his emotions, he just cries.

And he does so until he falls asleep.

The sun rises over the walls, a warm glow illuminating your dirty, blood-stained faces.

Somehow, you all made it to morning. Thomas is shucking fast, you know that now if you didn't know before. You barely escaped death last night.

Thomas leads the way back to the doors where you'd come in from, a large sweat stain covering the back of his blue-grey shirt. His elbows are stained with dirt, and so are his knees and ass. You look at Minho walking beside you, dark, heavy bags pulling his undereyes, dirt and blood covering him all over. He rests an arm around your shoulders, allowing you to lean on him.

You got pretty beat up by those Grievers last night, at least not stung. You'd been stabbed, ripped apart, and beaten against that wall, but you lived. What a miracle. You were trying to distract the giant robot bug to let Minho and Thomas escape after hoisting Alby into the ivy, and things spiraled from there.

Somehow, you're still walking, pushing forward to feel daylight on your skin, grass between your fingers, and rainwater on your scalp. You fight to just see the Glade again, see your friends, find Newt. All you want to do is just cry into him. He's all you want.

You spent three hours crying for him last night while you were bleeding out, writhing in pain, in a secluded corner in the moving pieces of the maze. You'd gotten separated from one another, and without the energy to continue on, you hunkered down, sobbing and wailing, holding hands over your wounds and wrapping cloth tourniquets around the wounds that'd need stitches.

Minho and Thomas are also pretty beat up, you won't lie. Minho needed stitches for some deep lashes on his arms, and Thomas would definitely need some good care for a cut he got on his cheek. But you for sure needed the most help. You could barely walk, you'd have to just crawl out when the doors opened while they pulled Alby down from the ivy.

You round the corner once more, taking half-steps the whole way through. You make eyes with sunlit silhouettes standing outside the open doors, waiting for you. You can't tell who is who between the glaring strikes of light, but you can tell where Newt is. Just in your heart somewhere, you know he's there, right in front, waiting for you all.

"Minho!"

"Thomas!"

"Y/n! Minho!"

"Where's Alby?!"

Thomas approaches where you hid Alby after the doors shut and carefully pulls him down. Gally and Clint help him carry Alby to the Med-Jack hut. Minho helps you to Newt, walking very carefully and slowly for you as you're rapidly losing strength to go on. He allows you to fall into the blonde's arms before looking for Jeff, needing to get you both medical assistance as well.

"Y/n," Newt exhales, opening his arms for you to fall into, "Oh, shuck, are you okay? How are you alive?"

You smile, falling into his embrace, "I'm fine. Tired. We're okay."

The crowd dies down once everyone sees you're all at least alive, but still, standing there under the early morning sun, are you and Newt. You hide your face in his shoulder, hot tears soaking his shirt. Tear tracks stain his cheeks, slowly drying as he familiarizes himself with your warmth.

He really thought he'd never see you again. He doesn't have any words. He doesn't even know what to think, seeing, feeling you. He's scared to really believe it's you, that this is reality. He's so scared this is just a dream.

You pull your face away from him and wipe your tears with your dominant hand. You softly place your hands on his jawline and stare at his eyes. There's a glimmer of happiness sparkling in them. You can't help but smile.

"Don't ever do that klunk again," he sternly speaks, biting his own tongue, "Please."

You nod, "Never. I promise."

You raise your pinkie finger to shake with his, which he does. He presses a kiss to your forehead, just examining you for a moment. He doesn't want to scold you. You've clearly been through enough, but he also knows he's gonna have to let you go so you can get cleaned up, which is also something he doesn't want to do.

"Hey," you refocus his attention, having noticed he'd begun to zone out, "I'm sorry, but I had to go help them. I swear up and down I'll never even think about going in there again, okay?"

He nods with a little sigh, "It's okay. It's okay. I was just- so scared. It's fine."

"Can I kiss you?" you ask from out of the blue, "I spent all night just... fighting to get back here to reach you and just- make sure you were okay and get you to help me." you wince in pain as you switch weight between your feet. "I just- I waited all night, literally escaped death, to see you again."

He eagerly nods. You press a warm, heavy kiss to his lips before pulling away again.

"Can this mean..." he trails, "Like, we're actually...?"

You nod and hug him again. "As long as you carry me to the Med-Jacks."

ISAACWHY

genuinley becomes obsessed with how you pronounce certain words

LARRYCROFT

"wait, say that again???"

he finds it so funny even tho its rlly not

like it sorta pisses you off a bit

yumi levels of ragebaited

he likes asking you to send vms reading certain phrases

hes constantly high when he starts laughing ab how you talk istg

BIGT

he makes a joke you should do the "when my accent slips" trend on tiktok

you send him the result

OH MY GOD you can hear him cackling from across the house

surprisingly hes the most respectful about your accent esp if you try your best to make yourself sound "more normal"

like gang EVERYONE has an accent

he likes listening to you yap just to hear your accent and listen to the way you pronounce things and how you talk (like locational phrases and stuff)

YUMI

couldnt usually care less ab your accent until you use it to make jokes / make fun of yourself

he honestly doesnt think ab it much

until you break out a rarely used word or try to pronounce a word youre not familiar with and that accent comes out real strong

will genuinely ask if you say common phrases from your accents home (yeehaw, chewsday innit, etc)

lowk kinda funny with how he can make witty jokes mocking your accent (in a friendly way)

SOFTWILLY

again couldnt care much ab the accent esp cause hes got a little southern drawl in him

like he dgaf lol

but sometimes hell catch himself talking like you a bit and stop himself like

"did i rlly just say that like that?? i sound like y/n wtf"

he likes listening to you yap tho, your accent is oddly soothing

another where he finds you doing the accent slip trend, and starts laughing his ass off

you do very well at hiding it and on the rare occasion he hears it, it sends him flying

like into orbit laughter

he likes actually learning about the cultural differences tho, hes very into that kinda stuff

Max doesn't typically frequent parties like this, parties with neon lights and red solo cups and blasting rap music. At least the music isn't bad, it's some popular shit from the 2000's, 50 Cent, Nate Dogg, Eminem, some stuff he actually knows and sort of likes. But, I mean, here he is, with his own red solo cup filled with Kool Aid, contact high from a hotboxed living room, alone.

Tommy left him a minute ago to track down Freddie, Molly went to get another drink and just didn't come back, having made a new friend. So, he's alone for right now. He'll survive. This is a giant ass house, a mansion, really, a full fledged family estate, so if he needed to be alone, he could find some space.

Through the giant windows beside the kitchen and the glass back door, he spots a group of teens, hopefully his age, running around the pool in swimwear. Red cups line the pool on the ladder side, colorful pool floaties drift with the flow of the water as people jump in and out and wade around. Towels rest over fancy white lounge chairs, dry casual / party clothes rest bunched up on top of them, shoes and socks too.

Oh, there's Tommy and Freddie.

Where the hell did they get towels and trunks?

Either way, the party outside looks way more fun than the one inside.

They have a cooler filled with soda, pretty disco balls and fun colored lights, a small waterfall, a whole ass pool, and fun. In here isn't really fun. He's just watching people roll and smoke joints, drink their asses off, and jump in place to songs they don't know. Name one 50 Cent song-

It's not that deep.

He eyes the kitchen counter, bowls of punch and juice and bottles lining it, full throttle. He decides to set the cup down and make his way outside. He steps onto the medium grey brick surrounding pool floor with his sneakers, making sure to close the fancy glass door behind him, muffling the sounds of some incoherent 2000's club song.

He makes immediate eye contact with Tommy and Freddie, both climbing out of the pool to grab their sodas. They greet him with smiles and waves.

"Where'd you guys get trunks and towels?" Max questions, confused beyond belief.

"Stole some from upstairs," Tommy shrugs, "There's a closet in the bathroom with a paper on it, said take whatever you need."

Max scoffs with a smile, "Seriously?"

The pair by the poolside nod.

"Okay, fine, I'll be back."

Just as Max moves to leave, he hears a group bickering on the side, fighting over a phone and speaker, presumably about music. He doesn't dwell, if anything, he speeds himself up. He practically sprints up the stairs to the upstairs bathroom in search of swim trunks and a towel.

Thankfully, they're not hard to find.

Max returns to the pool as the sun sets over the horizon, hues of pink, orange, and purple now deep blues and greys. He finds an empty lounge chair and sets his towel and clothes down, minus his shirt, which he's still wearing, and his shoes and socks. He's not walking through a party like that without a shirt and barefoot.

Music blasts from the outdoor speakers, We Found Love, a classic.

"C'mon, get in!" Freddie shouts from the pool.

Max rushes to strip his shirt and shoes off, starting with his shoes that he toes off and tears his socks off to stuff them into his shoes. Finally, he pulls his shirt off with ease, leaving him in shark patterned swim trunks. Before he can jump into the pool and splash Freddie and Tommy, someone beats him to it.

Their head emerges within a few seconds, and in a few more, they're back outside the pool again, bickering with the pair of boys. They wear a s/w, whether they brought it themselves or stole it from upstairs, he's unaware, but they look good in it. Like, really good.

The color, the style, the patterns, god, they're hot.

And then he realizes it's you once your head emerges from the water again.

Oh fuck.

You run a hand over your head, slicking any loose hairs down to your scalp. Water ripples fade as they fall away from you. Droplets glisten on your skin like glitter. Under the colorful lights, you look like a fucking angel sent from the heavens.

He did not know you'd be here tonight.

He's had a little bit of a crush on you for a while, but holy hell, this is a different level of attraction. He didn't know you looked so beautiful outside of public situations like streaming and adventures in town. Wow.

He feels his knees grow weak, his face grow pink, his mouth dry up.

You turn around, sensing his presence. You smile and wave, happy to see it's him.

"Max, hi!"

Max stumbles over his words, unable to speak to you, "Uh, hey!"

"Get in! It's nice." you smile.

He nods, trying to hide how flustered he is as he moves to dip in from the ledge. Tommy and Freddie share looks over your shoulder. He glares at them, but when you move to look at them behind you, they've dunked themselves under the water.

With a raised eyebrow, you turn back to Max, who subsequently dunks himself under the water when you look at him, too. You aren't dumb, you know exactly what's happening, but you'll entertain being oblivious for Max's sake.

"You guys wanna play Chicken?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Winner gets a hit from the bong?"

"There's a bong?!"

"There's always a bong, it's a party."

MAL

you meet on the isle when she returns (d2)

you never knew each other beforehand, apparently carlos and evie used to hang out with you a bit, but she never knew you existed

you helped her through the streets given shes target number one, get her to dizzys, then their old hideout

she rambles to you about royal life and ben and not being able to take it anymore

you dont know how she feels at all but you can sort of relate, theres a lot of stress on the isle & pressure with your villain gaurdian/s

you just let her talk as much as she needs to and help her with her graffiti work until ben and evie show up

you hide in the ceiling vents while she talks to them & just kinda listen to get more context / listen in on the drama

in the end she promises she'll choose one of two things, she'll stay on the isle and live with you, or she'll find a way to bring you to auradon

knowing you used to be very close w carlos and evie makes her confident youre not a god awful person & you dont seem to be in kahoots w uma and her crew so she's chill with you

EVIE

you meet in auradon, literally her royalty with a shining crown

well, kinda, not at first tho

she takes interest in Chad before she thankfully realizes she deserves better than that toddler

she then takes a good look at you, someone who she doesnt talk to much, but someone who values her talent and interests and who she actually is, which she likes a lot more

she doesnt immediately persue a relationship, if anything shes sorta scared to

anyways you first properly meet way after her introduction to the school and dorm life

she was trying to make some friends at lunch and was offering consults for custom clothing and she just had to talk to you

you look very clean but have your own little edge that makes you stand out and she LOVES IT

she wants to enhance the edge

and in the end you become very close friends, and she often sneaks out at night to hang out with you & sits w you at lunch when her friends are off doing other things / hustling

CARLOS

you meet on the isle as kids, a real friends to lovers slowburn

mal was picking on him (as the youngest of the class) and you stuck up for him by sticking gum in her hair 💀

she nearly turned you into a bird but thankfully jay pulled her away from you

after that carlos stuck to you like glue and honestly, you werent complaining

he'd make lunches for you and help you with all your science projects and help out with basic maths and stuff

in return you gave him a bed, not a thin blanket in a closet, a bed.

eventually he left for auradon and you didnt see him much anymore, but he promised you he'd come back for you, five days, five years, or five decades from now, he didn't care

hes a real ride or die, and youre his ride or die

JAY

you met while he and his friends were traveling (post d3)

you lived rather far from the break between auradon and the isle so you never met before now

he and mal were at the local market and they were interested in purchasing from your stand where you were selling some stuff (handmade items / crochet / jewelry / art, even food whatever you want)

they grab something for each of their friends and hand you a hefty overpay of money and beg you to keep the change

the next few days you see jay at your stand, supporting your business before he leaves

you exchange info and end up supplying him and his friends on their journey and he reserves you a spot at the great auradon fair where you'll definitely make some bank

UMA

you met in auradon post d3

like she was taking over as headmaster era

youre also a younger employee at the school where you teach (whatever subject you want) and it grabs the attention of uma when shes doing a full walkthrough with fairy godmother one morning

she looks into your classroom and sees a motivated, happy teacher her age showing royal and isle kids alike the magic of (subject)

and she is just enamored

she takes a long time before actually approaching you to compliment how passionate you are about your job

so cute

You hold a hand over your nose, eyes stuck on the ceiling. You frantically rush across the room, blindly reaching for the tissue box under the chalkboard. You grab two, one to replace your hand, the other to actually ball and clump up to catch the blood pouring from your nose.

Out of the corners of your eyes, you can see some of your classmates, even your teacher, staring at you. You wouldn't be able to help yourself if you were in their shoes either, this is the fourth time this week, and it's only Wednesday. After a moment and four wasted, bloodsoaked tissues, you make your way back to your desk.

Sid nervously glances at you as you sit, fidgeting with his pencil. He fears you'll scold him after class, tell him this is why you don't like taking your meds.

You're not yourself without it, nobody else would rather see you finish it, but you're fucking over it. It always makes you sick. The nosebleeds, the stomach sickness, lack of appetite, how it slowly shoves you into some depressive hole that's so hard to escape. But then, if you don't take it, you're stuck alone with all the things that want to drive you into insanity. The inability to focus, procrastination, hyperactivity, impulsive thoughts and actions.

You're stuck between a rock and a hard place.

After class, Sid waits for you at the door, wishing to walk you to your next class like he usually does. You move to him, making sure you grab a pump of hand sanitizer before heading out to clean off your bloodstained fingertips. He's sort of quiet today, more than usual.

"You okay?" you ask with an agitated tone. It catches him off gaurd.

He raises an eyebrow in confusion. "Yeah? What's with you?"

You don't answer. You get agitated when you actually take your meds. In your (and Chris', and Tony's, and Michelle's) opinions, it takes away all your fun. They encourage you to stay off your meds, seriously. Well, Chris is half and half. He wants you to be healthy, but he also fears you'll get a pill problem like he does. He's like your brother in a way, a brother who worries for his sibling.

"What's wrong?" Sid presses.

You shrug and mutter, "Nothing."

"Clearly somethin', Y/n,"

"Hate my meds." you answer, "Makes me all ill, but if I don't take it, I turn into some hyperactive monster." you grumble, "Not myself."

He frowns and looks away, unaware of what to say to try and make it better. "I'm sorry."

"I don't want sympathy," you sigh, shaking your head, "You don't even really know what I'm like when I'm not on my meds. How it is when I can't mask."

"Mask?" he presses, confused by the word choice.

"Like, trying to act normal when you can't," you explain with an edged tone, "Like, when your dad died, you just had to act normal, but inside you needed to scream and cry and get it all out."

He feels a pang in his heart when you so casually mention his dad... and him dying. It hurts, but he assumes that's a good way to put it if you were using it as an example. You don't judt bring up people's trauma in everyday conversation. You're trying to actually help him understand. And it works, surprisingly.

He nods along.

"Get it?"

He nods again.

Maxxie approaches from behind, swooping you both into his arms. "Hey! You guys comin' to the club this weekend?"

You share a look with Sid, asking him if you are like you can't make a choice for yourself. Sid typically isn't a party person, but he's also grieving and in mental pain, so he nods instead of the typical shake.

"Awesome!" the blonde smiles, turning to you, "Down for rainbow shots?"

You nod with a little smile, trying not to be an asshole to Maxxie. He nods before wandering off, having spotted Anwar in a crowd of kids headed towards where you'd just come from.

"Shots?" Sid questions, "Aren't you supposed to not drink when you're on and off meds like that? You don't even drink?" his voice slightly raises in confusion and surprise.

You shrug, "You don't even party."

By the time Saturday had rolled around, you stopped taking your meds again, leaving you totally incapable of focusing or making well thought out decisions for four days. You were slightly pissed at Sid for thinking meds will just fix you and you'll have no problem going on and off medicine you need switched. Ritalin is too much for you, but your insurance won't cover Adderall for whatever reason.

You were at the bar with Maxxie and Chris when Sid showed up in a panic. You'd been at his house earlier in the afternoon and left a previously filled pill bottle at his place. It had eight or so pills in it when he saw it in the mesh drink holder on the side of your backpack, and when he found it discarded in his bathroom can, it was empty. The prescription read one dose a day.

You took eight doses.

He feared you were already overdosing in a dark corner where no one would see you, where no one would care to pay attention to you. He clutched that bottle and ran four miles in the rain to get there as fast as he could. He was soaking wet, dripping droplets of water on the dance floor as he frantically searched for you.

He spotted you from the stairs, where he had a bit of high ground. You always stick out like a sore thumb to him. It's hard to not see you when he's so obsessed with you. He's not obsessed, per say, but he doesn't see you as just some friend of his. You're different. The world stops when you look at him.

That's why he sprinted four miles in the rain, in fear you wouldn't make it out of this club. He genuinley cared. He didn't want to see you geeked out of your mind, but if it meant you wouldn't die, then he'd be plenty fine.

He rushes to you, shoving through a swarm of people on a light up floor under a disco ball and flashing colorful lights. He sees you taking shots with Maxxie while Chris watched from between you, seemingly commentating. You were racing shots after taking a very high dosage of prescription pills, awesome.

He practically falls into you, grabbing you by the shoulders. You drop a glass in fear, not registering it's just Sid for a solid moment. Your heart nearly stopped before you understood it was just Sid, probably excited to see you, maybe needing to tell you something juicy about Tony and Michelle.

"What did you do?!" he screams over the thumping music, "Why?!"

"What?" you question, trying to sweep broken glass with your sneakers, "Sid, what are you on about?"

He grabs your hand and pulls you away from a very confused pair of Maxxie and Chris, and an angry bartender. He drags you somewhere quieter, aka the graffiti'd bathroom, and holds up the empty pill bottle.

"Are you trying to overdose?"

"Huh?" you question, completely confused.

"The pills, fuck!" he shouts, "There were like, eight in here earlier, and now they're all gone!"

Oh. Pfft.

"Those were just Tic-Tacs, Sid." you sigh, a nervous, yet grateful smile on your face.

"Fuck you mean, Tic-Tacs?!"

"They were just candy in an old bottle, Sid," you laugh, "Just trying to trick people into thinking I took my meds."

He's silent for a moment, "Why not just take your meds?"

You shrug while chewing on the inside of your cheek, "Makes me sick. You want me to take 'em. Maxxie wants me to take 'em, and Jal, and Anwar, and Chris, even Cass."

He frowns, "You scared the fuck outta me, Y/n/n, Jesus."

"Sorry," you frown, biting your lip nervously, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

He shakes his head, "No, no, it's fine," he sighs, pulling you into a hug, "Just... glad you're fine."

You nod, resting your head on his shoulder as you sit on the ledge of the sinks. "Sorry, Sid."

"No sorry," he whispers, clutching the orange bottle in his hand so tight it may crack and break, "Just don't do that again."

You nod again, "My insurance won't let me switch to Adderall, it'll probably be better for me."

"We'll figure it out, 'kay?" he exhales, "I'll help you."

BANGCHAN

i dont have words to describe how hed feel with a partner taller than him other than "woah." /romantic

he looks like hed be very giggly and all swoony and sappy around a lover who's taller than him

he likes just staring up at you with zero thoughts behind his eyes, like marvels over your height

absolutely loves being able to grab you by your collar so he can force you down to his level for kisses

you, in return, get him w the occasional forcing him to get on his tippy toes

or you'll pick him up or like place him on counters / tables

he gets all red and giggly its so cute

i love imagining him as a soft boyfriend even tho he often portrays himself like a fucking gang member (ill never forgive him for gang chan 😭 /lh)

CHANGBIN

its not hard to be taller than him

hes used to this shit

like look at him compared to jeongin and chan 😭😭😭

he doesnt feel like as short around you tho, even if youre as tall / taller than chan or jeongin

like its a comforting taller, esp since youre his partner and everything

he likes being shorter lol

he likes the height difference

he makes jokes about the y/n and ceo shit its soooo funny

like mid make out sesh he'll stop and say something stupid like "ceo!!! what if we get caught?!"

like omg 😭😭😭

HAN

he doesnt rlly gaf 😭😭😭

looks like another one who'd enjoy being shorter / enjoy the height difference

3racha you guys are so fruity /hj

like he'd enjoy just the general height difference and staring up at you and shit

and he gets oversized tops 😈😈😈 this man WILL steal clothes

he likes putting his bare feet into your shoes and stomping around in them cause they barely fit him

like if he has to run outside rlly quick he'll just stick his feet in your shoes and awkwardly waddle around

MINHO

he likes being the tall one in the relationship but he doesnt mind being shorter (than you)

he misses being able to do the corny thumb under chin and like do corny tall ppl shit

but he sorta likes it more when you do it to him

he sort of feels like kissing is awkward, aka he doesnt rlly like having a height difference

but like its not gonna change the fact he loves you, at the end of the day he doesnt rlly care

he uses you to his advantage tho, reaching things high up typically, grabbing attention since youre like a real life slenderman ass, etc

look sometimes your height comes in handy, its nice

plus you look good together, you even each other out very well

FELIX

another one who doesn't rlly care, tho hes more on the edge of enjoying being the shorter one

like he likes the way you look tg, how much taller you are and all the fun stuff

you take his things and hold them up high so hes jumping and on his tippy toes to get his things back

its funny cause he actually enjoys it and doesnt think its annoying

he also likes stealing clothes and shoes and stomping around in your clothes

like your clothes are comfy asf (he steals half your closet at a time)

HYUNJIN

i feel like he feels tiny under you as he likes being the taller partner

but he lowkey enjoys it sometimes

he spends a lot of time complaining though

"ugh youre so talllll bend down and kiss me"

but it comes in handy at times when he cant reach things or something

you are his backup closet tho, he'll raid your room any time he wants 😭😭

he dgaf if your clothes dont fit he WILL take anything he wants

tbf you dont care as long as you approve

but he does the same shoes thing as han, taking them to go outside in a rush to get mail or grab smthn

and theyre too big so hes waddling around 😭😭😭

SEUNGMIN

i think hes one who'd secretly enjoy it but be super pissy all the time

"stop being tall :/" "my neck hurts, bend down to kiss me"

like okay bud calm down

hes just not entirely used to being considerably shorter than his partner

he feels bad making you hunch over to kiss him and shit tho, like its not that bad, but he gets a little insecure hes too short or smthn

like girl tf you on about

he likes getting you to organize things in the kitchen w him so he wont have to climb a stepstool or anything

even if you have to get the step stool or ladder, hes happy cause hes not the one on it

also you guys just look so cute together, very classy and romantic vibes

he needs someone tall like him

JEONGIN

i feel like hes just outwardly pissy about you being taller than him all the time

he doesn't care THAT much but he will complain 24/7

"bend down and kiss me" "stop grabbing me like thatttt"

okay pal

another who marvels at your height and would get on his knees for you

youre literally his king/queen/royalty, will do and listen to anything you say

the fact youre so tall like him makes him so djsbdkjsejje flustered

he also likes being grabbed by the collar and forced onto his toes

tommy is the funny one who gives you comedic comfort & ranboo is the physically affectionate one who literally carries you everywhere

everything is just better when youre together :)

youre just so madly in love with them both and your relationship is just so pure and sweet

you obv move in tg not only because like... you have two boyfriends who love you and are super chill w each other but also for convenience

no more asking who wants to hang out where and worrying one will get jealous of the other

you obviously adopt moose

they now have two dads and another genderless parent... or two genderless parents? idk

but tommy wants another animal (probably a dog) so in the future you plan to get a dog from the shelter

tommy makes jokes that he gets super jealous of ranboo but he literally doesnt care

he has a longer affection battery so he'll live being away from you for a longer period of time

ranboo on the other hand has a shorter affection battery and wants to be around you all the time

which you dont mind whatsoever

tommy is like a 6/10 w pda, like will hold hands, put an arm around you, pick you up and spin you around etc

rarely gets actually jealous, but when he does he just gets very quiet

ran is like a 5/10 w pda

likes to hold hands and press kisses anywhere but your lips in public

again rarely gets jealous, if anything defensive if he fears someones coming onto you and you dont like it

they love planning surprises for you together

like one of them will spy / bring back info for the other

like for your seperate anniversaries, birthday, christmas, valentines etc

its so cute

esp when you catch them planning and they get all flustered and try to act nonchalant to play it off

they love going on adventures, like local tours, exploring abandoned buildings, going on walks to spaces theyve never been to

ranboo wins you plushies and gets you souvenirs and tommy buys the way in and takes pictures lmao

ranboo confessed to you fjrst

he took you to an aquarium and you had all sorts of fun and saw a bunch of funny fishes

he got you a starfish plush and on a note asked if youd wanna go out w him

and then you started falling for tommy (the poly stuff had already been talked ab with ranboo so its good)

and then you confessed to him and clarified youre poly and ranboo is okay with it

you took him to dinner, somewhere he wouldnt go on his own, and asked if hed wanna call it a date

like obviously hello???

hed be blessed to be w someone as fine as you fr

kinda give me ivy trio (newt, minho & thomas from maze runner) or like jax, zooble and pomni (the amazing digital circus) vibes

tommy likes making videos of adventures and ranboo likes streaming adventures / shenanigans

you often pair up in duos to make dinner for each other

you also show each other fan edits of each other

she likes showing off in front of you, all her tricks and fun stuff

she'll do the most dangerous stunts with no helmet or pads and wonder why youre a little worried for her 😭 like you typically dont either but shes doing thinks thatll get her concussed

plus twas many instances where shes almost died before, so youre sort of a little hyper protective of her

she genuinely hates it but understands and respects how you feel

just dont baby her is all she asks, she wants to get hurt because its a part of skating yk

if shes not in the mood to skate, she'll just chill and watch you

sometimes she brings a camcorder to catch all your cool tricks / follow you on her board

like she turns into fourthgrade from mid90s (amazing skater movie you should def watch if you havent)

she gives lots of compliments, mostly calling you a badass

if you get hurt shes basically a walking first aid kit, she has bandaids, antiseptic, a water bottle and a rag on her at all times

sometimes when youre sitting w your legs in the bowl when no one else is there she'll stare at hers and yours bruised up knees and ripped up jeans

just like one of those little moments where shes reminded shes found her person, platonic or romantic

in the 2000s shed definitely listen to sk8er boy on repeat til she got you into avril lavigne

speaking of music, this girl has tapes and cds of all your favorite songs to skate to, always two of each, so you can both vibe to the same playlist if you want

for a long time you try to help her out of her solid only kate bush phase after billy died

you weren't really pushing her but trying to get her to listen to other music

cause listening to depressing music all the time will just make you more depressed

you get her into ace of base and lowk it turns her around a bit

a lot of the time when youre skating at the park or around town, she zones out a bit and you can tell shes on autopilot

over time you can see when shes getting a little better, but the mix of high school stress and mourning just kinda beats down on her sometimes

you get el into skating too (rollerskating, she has trouble keeping her feet planted on the board)

so you turn into a trio rlly

and its a great thing for max because she has her two favorite people skating with her

she loves when el shows her new tricks

they're actually so cute and youre so glad they can properly bond now

you usually get fast food or gas station snacks before skating or during a little break, so youll usually be carrying slushees or fountain drinks in your hands when youre skating around town

if theres any food you no longer want / wont finish youll just drop by mikes or dustins cause theyll literally eat anything under the sun

seriously they're the least picky eaters ever

mike will be a little confused why els out so late but he doesnt gaf as long as shes safe w you guys

they arent even rlly together anymore, hes just worried for her general safety as a teen girl

It's quiet nights like these where you find yourself so... at peace. Your racing anxiety fueled mind seems to just up and stop. No matter how hard you try, you can't panic. You can barely even feel. All you do feel is pure love radiating from your lover.

You rest your head on his lap while he holds a bong to the side, not wanting to hold it straight over your relaxed face. It's such a rare occurrence to see, and he doesn't want to fuck up by accidentally hitting you in the face with a five pound glass bong. Somehow, he knows he'll find a way. He's a little clumsy when he's this high.

He's just so beautiful, and kind, and amazing, and so fucking sweet. You just can't get enough of him, especially since he always leaves you for so long. In a way, you feel like he hates you. He never answers your calls or texts, always leaving you on delivered. You don't care if it's seven in the evening here and three in the morning there, he should answer. Just jokes, just jokes.

But in all seriousness, Han is the best thing to ever happen to you.

He gestures between his mouth and you, using his pointer finger. He's asking if you want him to blow the hit in your face. With a lopsided smile, you nod.

The bowl smells different now. A little more citrusy, sweet, even. It's good. You're too tired to hit it yourself, so this brief taste of oranges will keep you entertained, at least for now. Well, the whole living room is hotboxed, so you'll wind up getting another whiff of it somehow.

"You seem really relaxed," he giggles, staring down at your dialated pupils and still face.

You nod, pupils returning to their normal size as you refocus on his pretty face. "Very."

He half-snorts. "You miss blazing up with me?"

You nod again. "Yes," you giggle all stupidly, "Never leave me again. Hate smoking by myself." you frown with a smile peeking through the corners of your lips.

"Yes sir/ma'am," he salutes, "Never leaving this house again."

You roll your eyes playfully. "You're so pretty."

"No, I'm not," he replies, setting the bong down on the floor, temporarily squishing your face with his chest. "You're gorgeous."

"Nuh uh," you shake your head.

You rest in silence for a moment.

It's so peaceful, tranquill. You can hear crickets chirping outside, and through the sheer curtains over the opened windows, you can see fireflies glowing in the night. A soft breeze trails in, cooling the hot room down a bit. The smell of the sweet outside trails in, and brings the stench of reefer out with it.

You had the windows open before, considering the nice weather, but with a lack of a breeze, none of that cool air had been coming in. Thankfully, as you were breaking a sweat, the wind had come along.

Something about the smell of the cold, night air makes your stomach rumble.

"I'm hungry," you sigh, breaking the silence.

"What for?" he asks, gently moving your head off of his lap onto the couch cushion. He stands up and moves towards the kitchen, waiting for a response. "Snack or meal?"

"Snack," you answer, "Something warm, I dunno."

"Uh..." he looks at the pantry, "Ramen? Topokki?"

"Topokki," you smile, "Thank you!"

"Of course," he lightly smiles, "Anything for my amazing, gorgeous, funny, super cool lover."

JAX

you dont understand jax's jokes at all to the point it lowkey pisses him off

like just understand hes making fun of you omg 😭😭😭😭 hes not even doing it in an ableist way, hes just doing it how he does with everyone else

he doesnt even realize youre autistic til you break it down for him one random day, like, he means no hate when it comes to you being neurodivergent

he places his hate on how naive and oddly emotionally intelligent you are. like how tf you not understand sarcasm but read him like a book??? its weird but sorta in a good way

lowkey picks up stimming from you and does hand flaps subconsciously when hes super stressed / having a high emotional reaction

he deep down feels really bad about your sensory overload in the circus but it takes him literal years to understand this is real so he doesnt like dwelling on how other people feel / the mental wellbeing of others cause wtf is he even gonna do

he usually comes off as selfish to you in the beginning but when you get to know him / get past the transitional stage of learning the circus & everyone in it, you start understanding him, just observing from afar

he tries talking to you in private post ep8 and like attempts to apologize

you are very brutally honest about how you feel about him, its kinda nice

like theres no yelling or seemingly any harshness or desperation behind it, its just pure honesty

and it makes him like you more for some odd reason

ZOOBLE

they sort of understand the sensory overload even if they dont get it the same way you do

the whole reason why they hated their new body was because all of the parts and the gender dysphoria / dysmorphia

but it also caused a lot of sensory overloading and sensory issues, like they just couldnt stop feeling so icky in their own body for the longest time

they keep a close eye on you when youre stimming to make sure you wont hurt yourself, like if youre twisting your hair too hard, flapping your hands too close to other objects / people / yourself, if youre jumping around in a cluttered area etc

they just watch and listen a lot, and pick up on small things just from that

like they pick up on the way you stare at people a lot to understand them, how blunt you are when you speak, how sometimes it takes you a minute to actually process and understand how you feel

when you first arrived, zooble was of course themselves, very sarcastic and also a mix of blunt and angryish

it didnt take long for them to realize you didn't understand their sarcasm and sort of took it to heart and it literally made them facepalm

so they learned the best solution was to clarify when they're being sarcastic for your sake, like irl tone tags lmao

they dont mind making adjustments to accommodate you, theyre just happy that youre allowed to get a little more comfortable yk

RAGATHA

shes very patient with you, esp when it comes to sensory overloads

she'll often bring you to the gun fight losers room since its quiet, dark, and the only thing in there is the water tube and a bench

she loves listening to you talk about your hyperfixations / special interests, like she asks actual questions and seems super interested

she also like doing stims with you, like she randomly picks it up + loves it

helps her get extra energy / stress out

shes obsessed with stimming with you now lmaooo

very much likes the hand flapping and twirling her hair, its way better than pacing or bouncing her leg for some reason

for a while shes very surprised w how blunt you can be but it rlly grows on her

like it gives her a good laugh sometimes especially when youre like partially making fun of someone / sharing your genuine thoughts ab them

youre just unironically funny to her and you start going out of your way to try and be funny for her & miserably fail

but for some odd reason she loves you more cause of it

POMNI

very confused for a while

like doesnt know what to do to help you when youre in a state of distress or anything

shes better at situational awareness than emotional awareness

she speaks w her hands so i have no doubt that's sorta her way of stimming (same) but she doesnt really realize til you point it out to her

she likes listening to you yap about hyperfixations and special interests. i can confirm this w how much she just listens to everyone when they yap to her, like shes just so genuine and so nice man

she keeps track of all your favorite things and submits a whole bunch of adventure ideas to the suggestion box that sorta surround your favorite things

ei special interest being sharks / marine life -> trip through an aquarium, or like you hyperfixate on a certain aesthetic -> walk through a physical Pinterest board lol

TOMMYINNIT

when you move (in together), he makes sure you have your bed in the sunlight & the tv is in its own separate area (same w the couch)

when you lay in bed a lot, it makes you tired, especially if said bed is in the dark

the uk itself is gloomy and dark so he makes sure you have a big window in your room

he knows with narcolepsy you struggle w insomnia too so he wants to help you be drained at the end of the day in hopes youll knock yourself out at night

hes also just generally very supportive, and hes the sorta supportive to make jokes on your behalf and youre entirely comfortable with it

like you could be in one of the vip areas / tables at one of his comedy shows, laugh so hard you have a cataplexy attack & total body collapse

he'll see, point it out to whoever youre with if they haven't noticed, and crack a "gee whiz, i must be boring. even my s/o is falling asleep right now"

its not frequent to the point hes using your illness as the punchline 24/7, hes just poking fun because youre comfy w it and he wants people w narcolepsy to feel comfortable in public & even your friends and strangers

he wants to end the stigma around narcolepsy & you do to, so you sorta band together to do so esp cause he has a massive platform

everyday is a struggle but its way better when hes around

FREDDIE BADLINU

he tries his best to be supportive & instinctively wakes up in the middle of the night whenever you do

he'll do anything it takes to make sure you dont fear any hallucinations as well

he'll pretend to beat them up, sing / talk back to them, etc

comedic relief if you may

he can easily tell when youre sleeping / dozing off as well, and easily pulls you away from automatic tendancies

like youll be half asleep, texting him while hes sat next to you, organizing the fridge, making your bed, etc

hell take photos and videos and show you, especially if youre rambling incoherently or singing perchance

like yesss rap that verse LOL

hes down to chill around all day as long as its a healthy amount. he understands fatigue but he'll make sure you get a little exercise in and get a couple things done so you feel a little accomplished too

he cant imagine how shitty your terrible days feel so he wants to help you

hes had awful depression slump fueled days but with narcolepsy, you physically cannot control any of it. you cant make it better

he just wants to help you and knows over time he should back off, but he cant help but want to help and protect you :(

RANBOO

they dont understand completely how your narcolepsy works but theyre sooo patient and understanding esp when you start being friends / dating

he researches your condition as well as what he can do to help you out

like he just wants to help so bad. he understands he cant fix you but he just wants to at least help

they prefer to monitor you while you sleep, just so he knows when you’re experiencing sleep paralysis

hell do anything he can to help, whisper into your ear, rub your back, be there for you when you wake up

theyre a night owl so its not a big deal if hes up all night for you

if he sees you watching his stream around medication time, he makes a special announcement for you to remind you about taking said meds and getting some rest

especially if they know youve been out and about and need that rest like a mf

its the small things

MAXGGS

he carryies stuff for you everywhere, like becomes your backpack with all his pockets on those cargo pants

snacks, water, phone charger, your meds

like dude hes a walking mary poppins bag

he’s very good at spotting episodes before they happen, very particular and can tell when something is off (small perk of ocd)

like he’ll grab your hand and guide you somewhere to sit before you even realize how tired you are & watch as you slump back and fall asleep for a minute

he’s so careful with you during bad days

constantly making sure you're hydrated even if youve been laying on the couch binging some show all day

he hates seeing you feel like shit & if theres a chance he can make you feel even slightly better hes taking it

literally such a sweetheart

it becomes part of his ocd routine (amongst making sure locks are locked and doors / windows are shut) that primary curtains are open to let the light in, your weekly medicene thing is filled, and you have at least half a bottle of water nearby

its more of a good and functioning routine tho