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having a long distance relationship is HARD

especially when you're not just in college or something and can see each other during breaks

he's a full time content creator and you're doing your thing

there's a lack of time on both ends, not just money

you can't just... stop and drop everything for a couple weeks to enjoy each other yk?

he has his videos to work on and you have your stuff, plus you'd need an airbnb or something to rent so you aren't bothering the people you live with / Isaac's friends

he's constantly yapping ab meeting up but you both know it is so hard to the point you just maladaptivley daydream it

like the plans are not making it out the messages

its rlly upsetting esp to you because he has the financial ability to come see you and putting down the laptop for a week wont hurt him

sometimes you feel a little neglected but you talk to people to help better understand your feelings

youre just lonely and wish you could spend time with your man

so one year for isaacs birthday you started talking to nick, tanner, and larry about coming over to surprise him with a little visit

like full blown surprise party + cake + you jumping out to startle and shock him

they were so down to make this work

so you took a week like months prior to set aside & started planning

theyd go on a camping trip the weekend before his birthday since itd land on a tuesday

larry wouldnt go to make sure youd be able to get in, get comfy, and so youd have help getting everything ready before isaac, tanner and nick got back

larry has always been your wingman so full circle moment (tanner and nick have too but larry sticks his neck out to all the time)

so weekend of everything goes to plan

you decorate, make some food, and go get cake once nick texts you that theyre on the way back

well you get stuck in traffic on the way back and nick and tanner have to stall to keep isaac oblivious

theyre horrified he knows somethings up

but you cant let him walk into the crib, see the decorations, and let there be no you and no cake

like tf

so they stop at buccees for like an hour

isaac knows something is up but he doesnt know what, hes more convinced larry fucked something up and hes mad he'll get upset

he questions larry if his pc is okay, and what he did

larry maintains innocence and tries to hide the fact hes in your car while hes on facetime w isaac

he straight hangs up when isaac questions where hes at

anyways everythings fine and you get back before them

he walks in after everyone else and sees the decorations everywhere

and you jump out from the hallway and spook him

he actually jumps a bit just cause he wasnt expecting it and then freaks out

he scoops you into the tightest hug, picks you up, spins you around, literally shrieking like a teen girl

hes SO HAPPY to see you

so many kisses and hugs

he nearly starts crying type shit

spends the whole night at your side and cuddles with you all night long

getting up for water? no. he just pins you back down with his big ass arms

she gives me lots of friends to lovers trope

she doesnt rlly fit in with everyone else so to be able to just fit in with you makes it make sense to me

also gives me lots of jazz / bedroom pop vibes (like in relationship, idk how to make this make sense i just feel music very deeply and the vibe of your relationship just IS jazzy / bedroom pop)

like very slow and calming but still fun

and compared to how overstimulating and how eye-vomity the circus is, your relationship is a nice contrast to that

she grew up privledged so she also got like a good look at fancy romance if that makes sense, like dedicated romance

lavish flower bouqets, trips to luxurious restaurants, the big stuff

but obviously she cant do much for you in the circus

her biggest thing is definitely acts of service but a close second would be gift giving

she feels bad she cant spoil you rotten but you literally couldnt care less

sometimes, her wishing she could give you things makes you tweak out ab being trapped in the circus

like it reminds you this is real and maybe in another life she could, but not in this one since youre literally trapped in Hell.

she feels so bad after each time to the point she drops talking about it to you

like she hatessss making you disassociate like that and obv doesnt want to but like it makes her gross with herself yk??

lovesss listening to you ramble

all she hears is that one audio "blah blah blah backstory stuff" yk what im talking about

very protective over you (even if theres no specific reason)

also likes staying w you during adventures, especially if the others have some sort of advantage

shes usually very positive in those situations and with you, shes sure you can win together / at least not let jax win

she finds it funny if you have some sort of uncalled bias for jax - especially post ribbit and kaufmo abstractions

her biggest fear is you abstracting

not her, you.

youre honestly her lifeline

without you, she wont last long, and she knows that

she sorta gets... icky sometimes and just goes nonverbal and hugs you for a long time

You're a new streamer on the block. Maybe in past eras, this wouldn't be the greatest for you, but during a worldwide lockdown when people have too much free time on their hands, this has been great for you. You've relatively avoided struggling to gain a handful of viewers, and the people you find in your chat are usually very nice. You have your own tiny community of five thousand Twitch followers and nine thousand YouTube subscribers just a few months into your streaming journey.

Now, you're no TommyInnit by any means. You haven't been into gaming content as long as he has, and you aren't part of the world's biggest Minecraft SMP either. You're not loud and slightly obnoxious for the bit, you're not as natrually funny as he is. But you're not aiming to be like him or anyone else on that SMP. You want to be yourself, exploring the limits of your own multiplayer world that only you play on.

You've been looking for other small streamers to play with, since your friends either don't play Minecraft on PC or don't want to be on your streams. You've DM'ed some smaller creators through Twitter and Tumblr, but you never got answers. So, for now, it'll just be you, building a functioning town for your future guests.

There's a small logging area you made in a more woodsy area of the town, surrounded by trees. You left some iron axes in barrels beside chests filled with different types of wood and saplings and a little sign over it, reading something along the lines of replanting what you take down. You have multiple restaurants, different buildings for different villagers, and even a thrift store for unwanted armor and items for your future guests to rummage through for free.

To say you craved having a friend on this server was an understatement.

But here you are, streaming to about three thousand viewers on a random Saturday afternoon. You're deep in a cave, looking for coal and underground blocks to use for some builds. A mineshaft would be cool, too. But for now, you're happy gathering resources for your new apartment complex.

It's heavily inspired by an idol of yours' build from the past, Stampy's rainbow themed tower / hotel build. Except, you were using diorite and andesite outside and some wood logs, and you decided to change up the rainbow scheme, red on top and purple on the bottom. He had his red on the bottom and purple on top, at least, that's how you remember it.

Soft lofi music plays in the background of your stream since you can't find a way to talk 24/7 to entertain your viewers, and you don't like listening to Minecraft noise, especially cave noises. You fear you'll end up in some horror arg and get kidnapped by some mythical entity or the government and get trapped in the game forever. Not seriously, but on the down low... sorta.

It's a chill stream, something your viewers can have on as background noise while they play their own games or try to lock in on the thirty missing assignments they need to make up. Or, maybe, someone has you on in the background while they play Wii Sports. Who knows.

Tommy likes streaming at random, unannounced hours sometimes. Just to have a low viewer count, he guesses. It's a little less pressuring, y'know? Sometimes, he just likes to stream on his own, searching through random clips people have sent into his server.

He'll even give his fans some recommendations of other smaller-ish creators to hype up. Sometimes, even his pre-existing friends. Freddie, Max, Harry. Those cool guys.

But seems it may be your turn.

Someone had sent in a clip of you, a very, very embarrassing clip of you, screaming like a baby after being scared shitless by Nightmare Fredbear in FNAF 4. You managed to push yourself so hard away from your desk and PC that you wound up on the floor, crashing down against your chair. Your face would be perfect for a scared / shocked reaction image to the point you couldn't be mad if people started doing that.

But that one clip got Tommy interested.

"Dude, who is this?!"

He skims through his live chat, hoping someone in superchat will send an answer. With how fast the chat moves, he can barely read any replies with genuine answers.

He finds it, though, a watermark on the video that was sent in. He sighs and playfully smacks his own forehead before carefully retyping your username out onto the Twitch search bar. He's determined to find you.

"I said next person we find who's actually live is getting ten gifted," he smiles, "Let's hope they are. That shit was funny. They deserve it."

He finds your profile in an instant after the search actually loads. And there you are, actually streaming. He seems sort of surprised, really. He joins the stream in silence, just picking up what you're putting down.

Seems you're building now, organizing colored glass in your inventory, moving stacks of blocks between chests. He's actually engaged in whatever visually satisfying loop you have him stuck in before he actually speaks.

"Oh, shit, they-that's cool."

Smooth, dude. Smooth.

"Time to gift," he smirks deviously, frantically typing in his beloved card info onto the Twitch purchase page. "Did I say ten? Or a hundred?"

His chat spams different answers, half of them wanting Tommy to overgift you for the absoloute dub on your part, and the other half just wanting to be honest in case he did somehow forget. All the while, you're blissfully unaware, listening to copyright free CG5 and Derivakat as you build.

You seem so at piece in your little facecam. A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips. It sort of hurts his heart. You seem so wholesome and full of love for your whole five thousand fans, meanwhile he's leading a train of thirty thousand rowdy teenagers towards you. He's thinking about sending a DM to you through Twitter after this, just as a formal apology. He fears the toxic viewers may try to come for your head in all honesty.

"Oh, shit, what's my pin..."

"I'm sorry, who just gifted a hundred subs?!"

You squint as you frantically look through your Twitch notifs. And there you find it. Your eyes were not making all that up.

You read the notification as the little gift boxes spin across your livestream. "TommyInnit gifted one hundred subs."

You stare at your webcam with a mix of shock and surprise, "I- What? Dude, thank you so much?" you speak with a heavy tone of confusion, "I promise not everything I say is a question, I'm just, what???"

A small chuckle escapes your lips, "Wow. Man, thank you, seriously. That's... so much money. How much is that??"

Before you can even attempt to worry about how much that rambunctious teen spent on your stream, he answers you through superchat, where your robot voice is just a setup voice of Ash from Pokemon.

"No need to worry. I'm loaded."

"You're gloating," you correct, "I dunno what I'm doing that's deserving of one hundred gifted."

You get a reply not long after.

"You getting scared in FNAF 4 is worthy."

You know exactly what he's talking about.

You snort. "Shut the fuck up. Do not speak of that clip."

Your chat explodes with spinning cats. It's their way of smirking at you all suspiciously like they're your best friend watching you talk to your crush.

"This is embarrassing. How'd you actually end up here? Your viewers are starting to invade my stream now."

"Discord clip night. I dunno. You're funny (looking)."

"And our super awesome special guest, Y/n!"

The camera pans toward you. You're practically shaking because you're so nervous.

You wave with a lopsided smile. Not lopsided like a dorky-happy kind of lopsided, but a nervous and anxious sort of lopsided. "Hiiii," you trail.

Isaac turns the camera back to him, "Time for the zoo!"

Once the camera flicks away from you, your tensed shoulders seem to fall, and your nervous smile vanishes. You're playing it up for the camera like they are, but your anxiety and nervousness are driving you. You're like a host body for the parasite that is your emotions.

"Zoo!" Larry screams, "Fuck yeah!"

"I'm gonna fuck a real life gorilla!" Nick yells, grabbing the giant gorilla plushie off the couch, causing you to all slowly turn to stare at him before laughing. "Sorry, sorry."

"Watch, cool transition," Isaac speaks, facing the camera while he raises a free hand. He makes a swooshing noise, then slams his hand over the lens before lowering it. "God, I'm so cool."

"That was so like... family Youtuber transition." you laugh.

"Shut up."

Nick, Larry, Tanner, and Isaac stand right up at the glass, staring at the gorillas. They're in a trance. You stand beside Isaac, sort of zoning out, lightly laughing along with all of their jokes. Isaac's taken notice. You started acting a little off ever since you stepped into the monkey exhibit area.

He knows you're scared of monkies, even offered to stay outside with you, but you said you'd do it. He didn't want to press you, so in you went. He was more focused on the monkies and the others' jokes than you.

The look on your face says it all. You're trying to think of something to say, but you don't know what. You want to fit in with them, say stupid shit that's funny enough to nearly make an outsider vomit, be loud and likable.

But he can tell you just can't figure it out. You're clearly uncomfortable, and you can't find a way to be witty or funny when you are, especially when you feel like a total outsider right now. They have so much chemistry together, and you feel like you're just... there, the rando they met on CSGO.

They're brothers and you're the oddball cousin.

And so, you step away with a mutter, "I'm gonna go find a bathroom."

They don't respond or even turn to look at you. They probably didn't even hear you over their own chaos. You want to throw up and never do this again. You're actually never making friends online ever again. You considered Isaac your best friend, given you've been friends for over three years and constantly game together and have been trying to meet up since day one. But now, when you're here in real life, it makes you realize how much you dont fit in with him or the others.

You may be funny online, but you're not very funny in person. His viewers are going to hate you, especially since Isaac wanted to put you in more videos after this. Jesus Christ you are going to get flamed. You're actually gonna fall off the face of the Earth after this.

You wander around for what seems like forever in search of a bathroom so you can just cry in peace. When you finally find one, it's a shared gender bathroom with multiple stalls that an employee had to let you into because you couldn't find another god damn bathroom. How embarrassing.

All you wanted to do was be alone for a minute.

Finally, you rush to the back of the bathroom and fling open the door on the last stall. You quickly lock it, the sound echoing off the tan and gold tiles on the walls and the linoleum on the floor. You sit down on the toilet, fully clothed, and lean over, pressing your chest against your legs. You look like a Discord mod final boss.

You don't really cry. You just sit there with tears in your eyes while you try to fight back a full fledged anxiety attack.

Time passes so slow to you on the inside. You feel like you're gonna pop and fizzle into the fabric of space at any moment. Outside, time is flying. Time is lost without you. Isaac can't help but worry for you after each minute you're still gone.

"Where's Y/n?" Nick asks, looking around the enclosed area.

"They went to find a bathroom..." Isaac answers, "I don't really wanna leave until they're back."

Larry steps away to exit the area, Tanner following him like a dog with his new monkey plushie. Isaac and Nick follow after, hoping that being outside will help you locate them. Maybe you got lost? You'd never been here before, so it'd make sense.

Tanner wraps his new plushie around his neck like he's giving it a piggyback ride before Isaac speaks up again. Larry bites at his nails while Nick leans against a metal post.

"I'm gonna go look for them. You guys stay here in case they come back."

And off he went, into the great unknown of zoo bathrooms.

It didn't take long to find you. He entered, calling your name with a special kind of worry. Maybe he does care about you, the random person he'd met on CSGO.

You hushed yourself up once you heard his voice echo off the walls.

"Y/n? Are you good?"

You don't answer, hoping he doesn't know you're even here. Somehow, he knows your sniffles too well.

"I could hear you sniffling." he speaks in a lower tone, slowly approaching the back stall, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." you mutter.

Your happy camera facade has completely fallen. He can't tell whether you're overstimulated and need a quiet break or are genuinely upset about something. The break in your voice makes his heart shatter.

"What's wrong?" he questions, "You've been weird today."

You shrug, then realize he can't see you, even with his right temple pressed against the stall door. You aren't sure how to put your feelings into words. I mean, how do you tell your Youtuber friend that you're putting on an act for the camera cause you're scared his viewers will hate you? That you fear that you're not cool or funny enough?

At the house, in the car, at lunch, around the whole zoo, you've been carrying an act, holding up a version of you that isn't you. You're not witty. You don't have the same exact humor as them. You don't like all the same things as them. You aren't attractive like they are, physically or personality wise. You don't have millions of fans, you don't get fanfics written about you, people don't make fan edits of you. You want to be as cool as they are, but you know you can't be.

"I'm scared your fans are gonna hate me." you admit in a blunt tone.

You can feel a pit form in Isaac's stomach, even through the flimsy stall door.

"Why?" you can literally hear his frown, given he's clearly lowered his mask, as he isn't as muffled now. Sometimes, he forgets about it, like it's a second skin, but he wants to talk to you clearly. He's totally off camera. This is all him, the Isaac you met on CSGO at two in the morning on the night of Halloween.

"I'm not funny," you answer, "Or cool, or witty, or anything. I don't wanna get flamed for being some unfunny friend of yours."

"You are funny," he replies, "And you are cool. You're genuinely one of the funniest people I know. Just because you don't make poop jokes like a ten year old or have the exact same humor as me doesn't make you not funny, Y/n/n."

"Sort of feels like it to me..." you exhale, pulling yourself up so your spine won't crumble into a permanent ninety degree angle. "Like... they're gonna see me for the first time and think 'wow, who's that?' and I'm gonna answer it through this entire vlog with 'I'm just some dumb idiot loser who doesn't belong here'!"

You can hear him take a little breath. "You're not just some dumb idiot. You're our dumb idiot... who belongs here."

You chuckle, a bit of cringe distorting your smile. He somehow always knows how to make you feel better, even if just a bit.

"Can I give you a hug?" he asks, pushing himself off the door.

"Yeah, sure." you sigh, pushing your hands against your knees to stand yourself up. You unlock the door to find a maskless (and glassesless) Isaac behind it. His mask rests under his chin while his sunglasses rest perched on his hat visor. You look up at him, considering how he towers over everyone, including you, even if towering may not be the proper term. "Forgot how tall you are."

"I'm 6'7." he smiles dorkishly

"You're like, 6'4."

"6'5 actually."

"On a good day."

He snorts, quickly moving to pull you in for a hug.

"Don't worry about the fans. Just be you, okay? You are more than enough."

You nod into his shoulder.

"You're fucking hilarious, and amazing, and so cool, and so nice, and so just... fun to be around. Okay?"

You nod once more.

hes sorta used to you having nightmares

and he is prepared to wake up in the middle of the night to help you not freak the fuck out

like bottle of water under the hammock with a little midnight snack and everything

you usually wake him up but not with noise

he just sorta feels your anxiety and it just wakes him up yk

like a disturbance in the force for any star wars fans

usually your nightmares are about bad things happening in the glade cause thats all your memory will allow you to remember

but sometimes its regaining memories from outside

which yk all include death and suffering cause #emo dystopian or something

newt will always be a safe space for you to talk ab your nightmares

and he is mentally prepared to hear about the horrors your mind concocts

will provide the most comfort he can with hugs / small hand touches / just listening and responding

lots of words of affirmation really

sometimes he'll go on a walk with you around the glade so you can get fresh air but so he can also keep an eye on you

youre usually both quiet and just listen to the synthetic sounds of crickets chirping

sometimes newt will bring up happy memories to try and get you thinking about things other than what you woke up for

like times where youve pushed minho into the creek, times when newts scared you on accident, when you both took all the rotten tomatoes and chucked them at gally after a big fight in the glade

just like anything to get your mind off your nightmares

he loves you with his whole heart man

will end up staying with you for the rest of the day or night until the next morning / pull an all nighter even tho he knows he shouldnt

track-ho work is hard

he just wants to be there with you and make sure you’re okay at the end of the day

sometimes if theyre super bad he'll sneak food out of the kitchen to bring to you through the day

The first question they all asked was how and why someone who didn't speak English got trapped here. The Amazing Digital Circus. You not speaking their language made them assume you didn't share a country, meaning whatever trapped them here was much larger than they'd previously suspected.

All they remembered was a headset, old 90's era computers, run down buildings and snippits of their outside lives, and they were trapped here, minds wiped, surrounded by neon colors and patterns and shapes that didn't mix well with their eyes. They'd all spoken English, every single one of them. Maybe some had spoken other languages, but they were all fluent in English. Kinger's raise of concern whilst hiding in his fort was what really ticked them off.

"How would they reach Korea? They should've destroyed it all... they were never even sold. How..."

If Kinger is genuinely concerned, they should be too.

Who, as a foreigner, would explore abandoned buildings? Who would buy VR headsets off sketchy Ebay profiles and think they'd be totally fine? They didn't think you were dumb. If so, they'd be hypocrites. But something was different when you showed up.

Caine was acting majorly different, like he was surprised and excited yet... expecting of the arrival of someone who didn't just speak English. But then he realized he wasn't programmed to or translated into Korean. He only had English, Spanish, and French under his bowtie. So, he let you run wild and free after giving up with the whole 'talking obnoxiously loud and using weird hang gestures to communicate' thing.

Zooble seemed stressed enough, like they were raising four kids and working three jobs. Gangle clearly just wanted to be quiet and left alone, but secretly started drawing you in private and trying to communicate. She asked a lot about Kpop stuff, life in Korea, how you lived, that kinda stuff. She's into anime, which is typically a Japanese thing, but, hey, maybe she wishes to expand her horizons when she escapes.

Kinger is an oddball, for sure, unless he's submerged in darkness. He lets you hide under his cape when adventures get scary and draws with you to communicate. Ragatha does that, too. She's so nice, but also, so awkward. It sorta hurts. She clearly wants to be your friend, but she struggles drawing what she wishes to speak to you about.

Pomni is like your number one defender. She can handle Jax, the asshole of the group. She's clever and cunning. She's found her ways, universal sign language, doodles, and teaching you basic English words, to communicate with you. She wants to know more. She wants to know everything. Maybe you know something she doesn't, something that could lead to an explanation... or even a way out.

She and Ragatha have both tried to weave you away from Jax.

Jax acts like your friend the way he does with Gangle. He belittles you, makes fun of you, straight-up talks shit to your face. But, you didn't pick up on most of it. You didn't speak the same language. He never went out of his way to actually try and communicate with you. You just saw him as the funny, tall, purple rabbit. He laughed a lot, and people laughed a lot when he was around, whether it was with him or at him.

If you had to pick a favorite of your new friends, it'd be Jax. He always made you laugh, even if you didn't understand half the words leaving his mouth. They'd work their way into your ears, and you'd hear some belittling, mean comment turn into a compliment, or a joke, sarcasm at best. You thought he genuinely liked you and saw you as a friend. He liked picking you up and throwing you around, whatever that meant. He protected you from ghosts that one time, he actually defended you against Caine when he made a weird comment about you... nevermind that.

Jax seemed like the ideal friend. You didn't pick up on the occasional glares and snarky remarks from others could've been them looking down on him. From what little conversation you could actually have, given Pomni and Ragatha were determined to help you learn English, you thought he was nice. That's where you went wrong, blindly trusting these people you were trapped in this Hell with. You were blindsided by a language barrier and your misunderstanding of social cues and body language.

But still, either way, you'd trust him with your deepest darkest secrets, trust in him to have your back, go to him when you needed a laugh. You're totally oblivious to the things he says about you, and as Pomni and Ragatha watch as you grow more attatched to him, their hearts pang.

They fear this is a canon event.

After months of learning bits and pieces of English from Pomni and Ragatha, you'd also gained the confidence to properly talk to Jax.

Now, he was sort of easing up on his acts of bullying with you. Your body language was changing, and he feared you were slowly starting to understand. Not because he fears the repercussions of his actions, but because he doesn't want you to hear what he's projecting onto you. His bullying and comments come from inside, he's very much aware, but hurting your oblivious self may be too much for him to handle. He can fight with Ragatha and Pomni all he wants, he'll be fine, but he can't imagine what it'd be like with you. For some reason, you're just a fraction's worth different.

All you wanted to do was to thank Jax for being an amazing friend to you. He's probably the most reliable person in this place, and that's saying something since Pomni and Ragatha are literally right there. He'd stick with you during adventures, he'd try his best to actually translate for you, given he spoke bits and pieces of Korean. He doesn't speak very well, but it's understandable enough.

Deep down, he wishes he'd actually listened to his dad more as a kid. He should've properly learned Korean. He only spoke in Korean with him at home, creating a barrier, a divide, that he never really healed from. God, why is his father always right? He didn't realize even if he had never planned on going to Korea or reconnecting with his father's estranged family, that learning the language could be important. Ever since the day you showed up, that thought had been boiling inside him. It angered him. He was angry at himself for being so stupid and selfish.

All this time, he could've been properly talking to you, even if he would end up insulting and belittling you. At least you wouldn't have felt so outside of everyone else. He understands not fitting in, but you're on another level. You can barely understand what anyone is saying to you, 24/7. You can't talk to anyone unless you're rambling, happy and aware that no one can take you seriously, and you can say whatever you want.

Jax would pick up on common words from time to time, but he'd typically ignore. What's he gonna do? He can't fix this mess. Plus, he's only ever picking up on filler words and things like 'clown', 'doll', 'fairy', 'food', 'sleep', and 'chess'. Pomni would constantly beg him to help in translation, but he never would, even in dire situations or any occasion where understanding each other would be actually important, like the Chinese Room.

You didn't think pressing either button would be a good idea because Caine never leaves, he's always watching and listening. He would notice when you all wound up in his office, looking for escape. But no, you had to fight about it before Jax pressed one of the buttons. You sort of wish you wound up in Shrimp Town.

That's when you sort of started realizing who Jax was. He acts before he thinks. He's slowly succumbing to insanity, to put it bluntly. But you're putting that on the backburner for now.

Caine had given you a break after a long and exhausting adventure, which could be correlated to medieval torture. Gangle and Zooble retreated to their rooms while Kinger hid in his fort. Ragatha and Pomni lay sprawled out across the colorful couches, honk-shoo'ing their way into dreamland.

You're all alone, just sitting out by the Digital Lake, feet just grazing the edge of the water. You're trying to find the words to say to then attempt to translate them, but you were sort of struggling. You're not good at feelings, and you're not good at English either.

"Jax."

He perks up. He nervously glances at you, then double takes, before properly looking over at you. The way you say him makes his stomach churn, but, like, in a good way. He's never heard you say it. You only call him '나른한 토 (naleunhan tokki)', lanky rabbit.

"말을 잘 못함 (mal-eul jal mosham)" you mutter.

He raises an eyebrow, half understanding what you said. You lead him here under the guise of needing to speak, and he's fearing he's about to be told off for all the pranks and the comments and the jokes. He thinks he's in trouble. A pit begins to grow in his stomach.

"Thanks you..." you speak, taking pauses every few syllables to try and remember how to pronounce certain sounds in different contexts, "For being friend. Jax so nice, awesome, funny... make me laugh, lots."

His ears begin to turn down as his pupils grow double in size.

"Like you." you softly, and very nervously, smile. "Good friend."

The pit in his stomach has swallowed him whole.

"Uhm..." muttering only a filler word takes the breath straight from his lungs. It's shaky and unsure, he doesn't know how to process this. "Uh..."

After everything, literally shoving you into dark, confined spaces, tossing you into scary situations, making fun of you, mocking you, you're thanking him for being your friend. Why are you so nice? Did you really never get it? Why are you being nice to him? Ragatha and Pomni constantly tried telling you to stay away from him. Why are you doing this?

"Of course, Y/n..." he nods, "I-" he cuts himself off right there when he looks up to see your smile. There's an uncharted wonder in those eyes of yours, and that smile makes him want to explore it. The way he says your name makes your heart flutter a bit.

Then it hits him.

He likes you.

And here he is, listening to you thank him while all this time, hes been straight up bullying you. And now, every thought he's ever had about you is running through his mind at a hundred miles an hour. His pupils start to fizz and swirl in a frenzy. You take notice, but you aren't sure of what to do.

What will happen when you truly understand English? You're gonna end up hating him for all the times hes fucked with you or made snarky jokes about you. You aren't gonna want to be his friend anymore, let alone date him. He can't have a second of grace. But in all honesty, he can admit, it's his fault. Maybe that's character development?

"괜찮으세요? (gwaenchanh-euseyo?)" you question, sliding your hand across the sand toward his.

He nods, understanding the phrase. "I'm... fine."

"Are... sure?"

He nods. "Yeah."

You hold up a thumbs up with a raised eyebrow to confirm, still unsure if he's really okay. His whole mood just seemed to shift.

"If I just listened to my dad," he exhales, "I could've been speaking to you this whole time."

"Dad... Korean?"

He nods. "Never wanted to learn... until now, when it's really important, I guess. I kinda hated him."

Your brows turn down. "What about..." you pause for a moment, struggling to think of the word, so, you give up and say it in Korean, hoping he'll still understand, "엄마? (eomma?)"

"She didn't speak Korean, not that well." he shrugs, "She's African-American."

"Oh..." you nod, "Sorry."

He shakes his head. "Don't be sorry." he mutters the next, "I should be sorry."

"Huh?" you ask, not picking up on what he said well.

He shakes his head and waves it off, returning to his normal sarcastic, dipshit-y manner. "Anyways. You wanna go harass Caine?"

You tilt your head to the side, unfamiliar with some of those words. He sighs, then grabs your hand. He wants to enjoy this while he has it before you actually realize how much of an asshole he's been to you all this time. You can semi-communicate now, that's all he needs.

He pulls you up off the sand, leading you toward the fairground. "Let's have some fun"

"Fun?"

"Like... I think it's..." he sharply exhales as he thinks, "재미있는 (jaemiissneun)"

NEWT

lowkey as someone whos dealt with depression and suicidal thoughts, he probably has the most experience when it comes to anxiety

he'll listen to you ramble about what you're freaking out about if he doesn't have any previous context and just stare at you with understanding eyes

makes you feel so heard and seen that hes not undermining you

he hits you with hard facts even though he knows it may not be the worlds best outcome, but he also wants you to know that he has your back

anything you fear, he'll protect you from it. the grievers, wckd, the flare, he'll protect you no matter what

he honestly seems like the type to tear up about it later when hes alone, sitting somewhere private and staring up at the sky

hes not the type who can handle seeing his best friend/s / partner in a constant state of fear / straight up breaking down

he doesn't understand how he's getting through it, so he doesn't know what to really say, but he knows how to use words of affirmation and physical comfort to his advantage

MINHO

i genuinely hc that minho has clinical anxiety and masks it with being tough / a quick thinker, aka when he feels a terrible wave incoming, he tries to do something to distract himself or tries to mask it

and he knows this isnt healthy, but he also doesn't like breaking down and being vulnerable

he ran through that maze filled with death machines nearly every day for three years, he's fought back with guns and pure speed, endured torture he doesn't even remember

so he sort of doesn't really know how to help someone else when they're having a full fledged panic / anxiety attack

he'll listen and try to tell you everythings okay, but hes constantly apologizing cause he doesnt really know how to help you

he'll 100% listen and try to make it better, but sometimes his efforts are futile

he tries thinking of what he'd like to hear when he's in this state, and realizes he'd just want a hug and a push to keep going, so he starts giving you some talk to boost your confidence and hugs

the effort really makes it like mean something you know???

even if its not what you need, it helps

GALLY

gally knows no fear bro /hj

he'll listen and comfort you, but in dire times he doesnt have time cause like... he doesnt want either of you to die so he'll just scoop you up and run with you if you can't

like he's seen you freeze in fear and just like... look like youre shutting down, so hes not risking shit

he knows theres a lot of shit running through your mind, so he'll never ever try to assume how you feel or try to say stupid shit

his only real way he knows works for you is like physical comfort or just distracting you

he'll remind you of funny memories or he'll carry certain items around just for you to fuck with, old bandanas, some sticks tied together in a circle-y shape, etc, like handmade apocolypse fidget toys

sometimes he'll just straight up draw on you with pens / markers hes found and kept from the last city / wckd bases

FRYPAN

hes a sit down and listen guy

hes mostly the kind of person youd go to when you just need someone to listen to you and wrap you in a tight ass hug

he understands grounding is like one of the things you definitely need when you're super anxious / in the middle of an attack

sometimes he'll just pick you up and spin around so you can get your mind off whatevers bothering you especially if its small / dealing with other people in the glade or safe haven

he'll literally start out asking if you just want his presence and don't want him to talk and just listen or if you want him to respond and help you

BRENDA

she'll typically debunk your fears / give you some words of affirmation

she understands your fear, especially since shes been surviving this world for so long, and a lot of it on her own

she doesnt want to persay debunk, but help you see the light and help you understand your brain is making you see things differently

she says things as they are / is kinda blunt but like it sorta helps

shes never gonna tell you sunshine and rainbows but shell also never tell you that someones gonna die or the flare is gonna reach the safe haven, cause its not gonna happen

shes keeping it real

if you want cuddles / physical affection she'll literally drop anything and everything

anything to make you feel even the slightest bit better

shes also just generally tough and masks her emotions / saves it for private time so she lowk speaks for you both

like gives you both a pep talk while you're the one crying. she'll stop and dwell and think and continue cause shes like "damn i guess i needed this too"

ARIS

hes shy and probably has social anxiety but that doesnt mean he has general anxiety and I'll stand on that

but i also feel like hed be very good at just general comfort cause he sorta derealizes his trauma and picks it apart

in another life hes a therapist or psychologist

but with picking his trauma apart comes some panic / anxiety attacks / mental breakdowns

so he uses those as reference when it comes to comforting you. like his brain thought process is when I solve certain math problems, like you know certain pieces so with that you just kinda mentally understand other parts yk?

lots of words of affirmation

if you need physical comfort you literally have to grab his hands and wrap them around you

he is an open shoulder to cry on, but he'll also feel a little awkward because he doesnt know if hes helping you feel better or not even if you specifically say youre crying because youre grateful for him and that he understands you / is trying to help

hes moreso nervous / doesnt wanna do anything to make you upset and in his mind crying = sad

he processes emotions weirdly / cannot understand them sometimes

lowkey feel like he could be an undiagnosed autistic im ngl

SONYA

very much a physical comfort giver

a hug is all she ever wanted when she was in her lowest, so she treats you and others how she wants / wanted to be treated

gives the most comforting back rubs and whispers sweet nothings into your ear, even if youre not romantic or not

she usually tries to bring comfort and distract you from whatever youre worrying about

like she'll remind you of good memories, find something for you to fidget with or break, etc

if youre like mid battle / trying to outrun cranks, she'll either find a way to hide you or with all her strength, pick you up and carry you to a safer location

nothing is stopping her when it comes to protecting you

HARRIET

another whos just open ears and down to listen

a lot of the time she doesnt say anything, she just sits with you and allows you to soak her prescence in

she doesnt wanna overwhelm you so she doesnt wanna act fast or say / do something that might make it worse

sometimes she'll just sit with you for hours and allow you to get it all out before speaking

she knows trying to de-escalate too fast can still be harmful and she doesnt want you to start masking / bottling your emotions up, so she allows a good cry before she does anything unless you demand it

she'll then give a long hug and assure you everything will be alright and let you play with her locs to get your kind off whatevers bothering you

wassup (goated fr)

around 1:40 you add the 1:35 part from love you so but like... less scratchy and autotuned and more rappy than singing

idk you gotta catch the vibe

but nick wanted to make references to older songs and one of your favorites was i love you so, so why not try and run for it? esp since you werent on the og

run it up !!!

you add pieces / backing vocals from fill me up with larry and tanner

cause like its funny

and isaac literally begged you to do it

hed already convinced nick to let you but getting you on board was a different challenge

you gave in cause you love him and honestly it would be funny / be fun in general cmon now

pieces

iann dior ass beat but wtv

anyways you add some sza ass lyrics (like from low or luther)

like genuine hardcore singing / like actually trying to sound good

and you do trust but like isaac and nick werent actuslly expecting you to get into your feels like that yk?

trust you ate the fuck up

those 3mil streams cause of u babe

early on you take inspo from sza / kendrick / aesop rock / joey valance & brae

it matches nicks vibe and what he wants the album to be but you dont wanna just shove out an album of rave music, and nick doesnt either, you need to get more rnb and shit in there

who wants to listen to an album that all sounds the same yk

isaac actually pushes you into making some of your own beats and songs and stuff

especially cause you seem so passionate and pour a lot of your soul into it

but youre just a guest on donna2 so you gotta stay with the theme

you help nick with a bunch of ideas for beats and sound effects

meanwhile Isaac's in the call just falling further in love

hes so cute dude

like just listening to your ideas and shit

in the donna2 making of video he literally speeds up the clip and almost mutes you both to put on a pink filter and the "intro backstory blah blah blah" audio iykwim

he actually asks if he can do anything to like actually make music

he'll pay the fees and shit just PLEASE HELL DO ANYTHING

he even has ideas for music videos like PLEASE hes desperate

on release night you all rent a party bus just for shits and giggles to listen to the tracks

a lot of them isaac is hearing finished for the first time and hes all over you lovey dovey type shit

hes so proud of you dude

nick makes a comment hes actually rlly happy with how your pieces came out and that pieces is definitely his favorite

tanner and larry keep replaying maggots all night tho and then go on a full softwilly music binge

literally the definition of polar opposites

he likes your style on you but on anyone else his mind just goes straight to posh rich bitch

but youre totally different

he really likes how the argyle pattern looks on you, especially if you match it with some sort of cardigan

he also secretly loves seeing you in yellow even if you feel like you dont look good in it

hes one of those guys who cant see any physical flaws in their partner

i hc his fav colors are red and yellow so like i feel hed love seeing you in those colors even on rare occasions

your relationship started w a flirty friendship

there is no other beginning

lowkey he just wanted to fuck w you cause youre polar opposites and you got along for the most part

but like an actual friendship begins and hes lowkey like that one guy who has a flirty friendship w cher (again ive never seen the show so if hes a psychopath im so sorry i found a parrallel and was like oh it matches lemme point it out)

he just spends his free time trying to rizz you up like he has nothing better to do

hed rather be skating or smoking and youd rather be doing wtv you like to do for fun but here you are lol

do not expect him to get you clothes for any kind of gift

he struggles imagining you in things and he does not wanna shop at some preppy posh store surrounded by people staring at him weird cause he reeks of weed and looks like he hasnt slept in a week

he'll attempt to thrift but he can never find anything that fits your style

and he doesnt wanna get you the same plaid top with the matching bottoms but in a different shade of your favorite color

like 😔😔😔

he'll try to just straight up ask you for things you want instead

not just clothes either just anything basically

Even your friendship started flirtatious. I mean, you couldn't really contain yourself. Two streamers, one Minecraft server, and a jumble of feelings the first time you spoke. You have a natural attitude. It's just a part of who you are. He has an attitude that deflects yours. He's more nonchalant and unbothered, but he's smooth as hell, too.

"You're a player, aren't you?" you question, focused on trying to get to know him without any knowledge of what he looks like, how he'll respond, anything. You stand not too far away from him in game, exploring a cave to help him get resources because he hasn't gotten a house yet even after blowing up after nearly a handful of streams on the SMP, "I bet you got hoes."

He chuckles in response, crouching as he mines up a handful of cobblestone from the wall opposite of you, "You don't know me like that. I just go with the flow."

You snort, momentarily getting distracted by a vein of coal, "You're not fooling me like that. You seem like the type to hand your shit out and leave people on read after flirting with them for hours on end. You're nice, seemingly attractive, flirtatious, you have money, well, now, at least..."

You can feel him roll his eyes with a smile. Fine, if you wanna play it that way, he'll play along. In all honesty, he can't tell if you're being serious or if this is just a personality for the stream. "Why don't you try me out then? I wouldn't leave someone like you on read. I know you wanna be friends."

"Someone like me?" you wonder, not wanting to ponder about the last bit. You weren't sure what he meant by friends, and you weren't sure if you wanted to figure out or not. "What defines someone like me?"

"Someone like you," he repeats, refusing to elude further or explain his words.

Safe to say your names were trending on Twitter all week after that.

Cringe.

Friends turn into sleepovers.

'Sleepovers' meaning video calls over Discord all night long. 'Sleepovers' meaning long flights and road trips to reach each other. 'Sleepovers' meaning sometimes sharing a bed and sometimes sleeping on the others floor or couch. 'Sleepovers' meaning waiting days to weeks to months to see each other again. 'Sleepovers' meaning all night long Discord calls every night until the next real one.

"When are you gonna come see me again?" you drone with a puppy-like frown. "I miss you."

Ranboo chuckles, "Technically, it's your turn to come to mine."

You groan, "I don't wanna. I love your mom, but your house is like... 'sit on the couch as a family' house. Mine's just 'be wherever you wanna be, no one cares' house."

He shakes his head, "You're so spoiled."

"You like me."

"Sure."

And then, sleepovers turn into love. Or something adjacent to it. And then, of course, it turns into jealousy. You both knew this game. You both knew it was dangerous, but here you were, stuck in the middle between lovers and friends.

"Are we like... together together or not?"

He takes a moment to think before answering. "What do you wanna do?"

"Can we stop joking about this?" you press, "Please just take something seriously for once."

Ranboo raises his hands in defense, "Sorry. Wait and see?"

You groan. You just want him on the same page as you. That's all you want.

"Fine."

Your love turns into impatience. You're both fucked up. You're losing all of the benefits because neither of you can decide what you want. You're just kids. You want physical affection, to have someone to listen to you, to have someone spend time with you. He hurt you more than he ever knew.

But it's shitty because you're doing the same to them.

"I'm sorry-"

"You keep saying you're sorry, but you won't say what for." you glare at him from across the room, "It's like every time I'm not around, you need to find someone to replace my presence."

"It's not like that, I swear!"

And then your fights turn into love. Not sex. No. More like... a stronger dependancy one another. What you think is love but is just some toxic mind fuck.

And then that mind fuck love becomes forever. And it's scary. You don't understand how or why or how to escape it, but you've basically embraced it.

After every breakup or end of a situationship or rejections of a one-sided crush, you run back to each other. You never talk in between. You catch up when you're at the other's flat, when you're on the couch watching some shitty horror movie with popcorn and yogurt between you. You rarely ever kiss, let alone make out, but there's some sort of romantic comfort that always brings you back.