♡ ActuallyOddPlan/DanPlan Doki Doki Literature Club (AU) ♡

💛💙🖤Blondie,Blue,and Grey💛💙🖤

(Y/N)'s POV:

What is going on..4 boys?They all really like me,not in that way..right?Whatever,I only seem to like the blondie.Whats his name again?Oh,right.Jay..Hosuh is cool too,yeah.I think..Ugh,i cant stop thinking of the Blue haired one.He...He's so nice.I hope i get to know 'em all.The Stephen one is strange...Nice tho.They're all good.Right?Ok,ok (Y/N),stop thinking..ughh,i'm getting frustrated.I should get to know them.I wonder if any of them like manga?Eh,we'll see eventually.

-x-

I went to the storage cupboard,hoping manga was there.My short height of (your choice,no higher than 5'4) couldnt reach..just my luck..

'Hosuh,can you help me please??' I said,sturggling.

'Of course,whats wrong?' he replied

'Can you fetch me  a chair to stand on??' I fiddled with my fingers,blushing lightly.I really like Hosuh,he's so helpful..and sweet.God,i love him so much.I looked over at Stephen who glared right back at me.How the- am i going mad?How'd he know I am thinking about Hosuh??Gah,whatever.

'(Y/N??) are you ok??' he had his hands on my shoulders,I couldnt help but blush lightly and smile.He'd already gotten the chair for me.I got on it and soon Jay came over,followed by Gavin.Jay seemed very close..

Jay's POV:

I- I- I-I'm unable to breathe.I can almost (See up her skirt,this part is optional) see (his/her) face burning with embarrassment.Just to tease (Y/N),I put my hands on their waist so they'd stay balanced.

'..Jay I-' (Y/N) said,stuttering.

'Shhh~ I'm just trying to help you.'

I replied,tightening my grip.This is entertaining.I smiled as (Y/N) struggled,It was cute...I cant stop thinking about them.I'll have to ask them out sometime,just hope nothing goes wrong..I think i do like them?I'm not sure,Ive never had the time for dating.I'm not a Sociopath for nothing.

Hosuh's POV:

I might murder Jay.Is he ok?He is such a flirt.I dont get why (Y/N) is stuttering so much.Stephen is just getting angry.Probably because his club is a poem club.Not a flirting club.I should confess to (Y/N) so Mr.Sociopath backs off.I'm getting sick of this,it's just repetitive.

'Jay,get off (Y/N).They clearly don't like it.' I hear a voice say.I turn to see that it's Gavin.He's normally silent,this is unlike him.

(Y/N) shrugged their shoulders.I think they liked it..I dont know.I dont want nor do I need to know.This is hurting my head..

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