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Standing Up For Yourself (Ryuji Sakamoto X Male reader)

Rank 1

The school is looking just a bit better, despite the many other problems. Now that Kamoshida is behind jails, The Phantom Thieves are making their start. No one knows that it started with 4 students in Shujin, all of them felt victim to Kamoshida one way or another. Even though they defeated him, most of them felt closure, except one member, Y/N.

Ryuji knows his classmate a bit before him joining the team. He’s part of the volleyball team, and whenever he got bruises, he’s more standoffish and more timid then the day before. Even though the teen got his courage when fighting his abuser, Ryuji knows whatever happens still affects him to this day. Knowing he needs a friend; the blonde is more than happy to help him.

“I prefer ramen, but this ain’t bad.”

At Big Bang Burger, Y/N and Ryuji are eating a burger and some fries. “I’m more accustomed to this then eastern food.”

“Oh yeah. You’re from America, right?”

“Yup. Definitely recommend visiting it.”

Ryuji smiles. “Was already on my bucket list.” He takes a bite of his burger. “Jesus… I’m already feeling stuffed.”

“You’re almost done with just one burger.”

“I know, but I’m not used to this.” Ryuji sighs. “I should probably think of burning these calories…” He mutters. That’s when he got an idea. “How about we go running sometime?”

“Like jogging?”

“Sure. Since we’re both on the team, we need to pull our weight. Besides, now that we’re Phant-” Ryuji let out a yelp after getting kicked by Y/N. “I mean, now that we’re… in a new team, we need to increase our stamina.”

“True. I haven’t lost my skills… but it’s probably better to not neglect them.”

Rank 2

On a free day, both teens get in their jogging clothes and run around the area. After several minutes, they stop at the park and sit down a bench to rest.

“How’re ya holding up?” Ryuji says through breathing.

“I’m fine.” Y/N replies. “I have to say, I did miss this.”

“Running and sweating?”

“Yeah. There is just something fun about it.”

“I know, right?” Ryuji agrees wholeheartedly. His smiles drop. “…Do you also miss being in the volleyball team?”

“…Sorta.” Y/N answers. “I miss my friends and moving my body… but I couldn’t look at it the same way then before all this happened.” He let out a sigh.

“Do you think you will ever rejoin?”

“I doubt that. Anyway… how about we continue running. Bet I’m faster than that.”

Without a respond, he runs away, with Ryuji quickly following him. Tbe blonde did notice Y/N quickly changing the conversation.

Rank 3

Both teen run again. They rest again at the same bench then before.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you something.” Ryuji speaks up as they both do some stretches. Y/N is curious what he’s going to say. “I’m sorry.”

“About what?” Y/N has no idea what he’s talking about.

“Before. I didn’t want to pry. I’m just worried about you.”

“Oh.” Y/N put his left foot back on the ground. “It’s just a sore spot… that’s all. But you don’t have to worry about me. With Kamoshida gone, I’m getting better.”

“…But you’re not… fully over it?”

“…Yeah.” Y/N answers with some difficulty admitting to it. “I just need some time to process what happened. I still hold a grudge against him… and me for not doing anything.”

“Y/N…” Ryuji looks sorry for him. “Remember that in the end, you did stand up against him, and you stopped him. And you didn’t do alone. You have friends. And with us, you don’t have to worry about being treated like shit.”

Y/N smiles. “Yeah… That’s true.”

Rank 4

It’s another day for the teens to jog. Each time they do, they get better and better. During their break, Y/N looks at the environment, while Ryuji is drinking water. Far away, Y/N sees two guys hanging around, which reminds him of something.

“I’m happy I got friends like you.”

“Eh?” Ryuji is looking a bit off guard. “Whaddaya mean?”

“You don’t remember?” Y/N asks as he looks back. “You said I’m not alone anymore. And even though I’m often scared to stand up, I remember I’m not alone, and I got support by my friends. That’s why I need to tell you something”

Ryuji is intrigued. “What can I help you?”

“…I’m getting bullied.”

The delinquent looks immediately furious. “What!? By who?!”

Y/N remains quiet. “Look, I don’t want you get into a fight because of me. I want to try to fix it by myself.”

Ryuji can’t believe what he’s hearing. “Didn’t you just said it was nice being supported by friends?”

“Yeah… b-but I want to try to do it on my own.” Ryuji looks doubtful at him. “Please. I promise I will go to you if things go south.”

Though not liking it, Ryuji gives in. “Fine.”

Rank 5

When Ryuji walks in the hallway as he goes to the restroom, he hears people inside it. What makes him worried is that they sound like they’re fighting.

“You really think you’re better than me!?”

“I’m not! But that doesn’t make it right to treat me like shit!”

“But you are!”

Ryuji quickly gets in the bathroom to see the bully closing in on his friend. The blonde quickly runs to him, grabs his shoulder and pull him away.

“If you want to deal with him, then you have to deal with me!”

The bully scoffs. “Whatever.” He walks away, out of the restroom.

The delinquent looks back at his friend. “You OK?”

“I’m fine…” Y/N looks still startled. “Thanks for helping out.”

“You’re welcome. …He’s not going to stop anytime soon.”

“I know.” Y/N respond. “Just let me think of how to deal with it…”

“He won’t stop.” Ryuji said again. “You’re method didn’t work.”

“Ryuji, I need to be the one to stand up.” Y/N says insistently. “I appreciate the support, but I need to be the one to help myself. I can’t rely on others 24/7, but I do on myself. Please, let me think of something.”

Ryuji sighs. “If you say so.”

Rank 6

Y/N once again tried to stand up for himself and end the bullying. He again meets up with his bully somewhere isolated and away from the other group. Someplace outside at the seating area, Y/N hopes his deeds will succeed.

“Look, I don’t want to fight anymore. We both just get hurt. None of this is worth it. Can’t we just move on?”

“Why should I?” The bully responds with some snark. “You deserve it.”

Y/N frowns. “Why do I deserve it then?”

“Because you’re pathetic, even now.” The bully gets closer to Y/N. “And it pisses me the fuck off!”

Suddenly, the delinquent appears with a glare. “That’s enough!” Without bothering for a respond, he runs to the bully to give him a sucker punch. The bully looks shocked, as does Y/N. “If you ever thought you can lay a finger on him ever again, think again.”

The bully tsked. With one glare back at his target, he walks away, leaving the two alone.

“You’re okay?”

“I’m fine, b-but you shouldn’t helped. I had it under control.”

Ryuji doesn’t expect Y/N to raise his tone. “He was just about to hit you!”

“And I should’ve faced it.” Y/N argues. “You can’t always have my back, and I need to learn to rely on myself. But with you helping me, all I’m doing is rely on other people!”

“Well, excuse me for caring!” Ryuji frowns. “All I was doing is looking out for a friend, and you couldn’t even say thank you.” He let out a grown, as both teens continue to look annoyed. “Fine, have fun relying on your own.” With that, he walks away, making Y/N tiredly sigh.

Rank 7

“Don’t you think there is something wrong?” Ann asks to her friend, Makoto. Both of them are talking on the roof. On the other side, Y/N is chatting with their leader and Morgana, while Ryuji is talking with Yusuke. “They used to be inseparable. And now they barely look at each other.”

“Maybe they had a fight?” Makoto suggests. “I can sense they hold some irritation for each other.”

Ann frowns. “And they don’t make things up.” She sighs. “I guess they’re guys after all…” She then has an idea. “We should help them. If they won’t do it, we need to.”

“As much as I would like to help, we can’t force them to be friends.”

Ann thinks of something. “I got something.”

After sharing her plan, the two girls got it to action. Ann is currently at Leblanc with Ryuji. When the door opens, the blonde is surprised to see Makoto and Y/N. There is instantly an awkward silence, as the other two walk towards them.

“What’s going on?” Ryuji asks.

“You guys need to make up.” Ann speaks up. “You two were supposed to be best friends. It really kills moral that our two goofballs don’t get along.” So, the other two sits down, starting the conversation.

“How about we start what started all of this?” Makoto suggests. “How about you talk Y/N?”

Y/N sighs. “I got this bully who harasses me.” The two girls look surprised. “And I wanted to deal with him. …I know I’m not the most… outspoken, but I want to proof to myself I can stand up for myself. When I tried fixing things, Ryuji overheard… and punched him.”

“The guy was about to hit Y/N! I gotta do somethin’!” Ryuji defends himself. “I’m trying to help, but he kept saying he can handle it, but this guy won’t stop.”

“I think I know this is about.” Makoto speaks up. “I think we can blame this on miscommunication. Ryuji, do you understand that Y/N wants to improve his self-confidence and be more independent?”

“…Yeah.”

“And Y/N, do you understand despite your protests, Ryuji wants to help you?”

“Yes.”

“And about the bully, how many times did you faced him?”

“Two times.”

Makoto hums. “Y/N, give yourself some credits. You stand up for yourself, despite him not stopping. It takes some real guts to do that. But there are times when we need other people’s help. Let me handle it. I’m sure I can help you.”

Y/N hesitates. He looks back at Ryuji, knowing what he would say. “Alright.”

“Good.” Ann looks happier. “I guess that means you two made up.”

“Huh? We did?” Ryuji asks.

Makoto closes her eyes. “How about we leave you two to figure things out.”

Thus, the two girls left the café, leaving Ryuji and Y/N alone.

“I meant it when I said I was trying to help you.” The blonde says. “And I know you wanted to prove yourself, and you did, but there is nothing to be ashamed to ask help.”

Y/N hums. “I guess so… I’m sorry, Ryuji.” He smiles. “And thanks for being my friend. I appreciate I got you watching over me, like everyone else.”

Rank 8

Inside of the student council classroom, Makoto summoned Y/N and Ryuji to it.

“Thank you for coming.” Makoto speaks up. “Thank you for speaking out, Y/N. I got a lot of info for it, but I’m afraid we need evidence in order to get him punished.”

“Are you shitting me!?” Ryuji yells. “This guy is harassing innocent people, and the school can’t even do something about it?”

“I get how you feel. I wish the school took stuff like this more seriously.” Makoto looks disappointed, but that soon disappears. “However, I won’t let this slide. If the school wants evidence, we will get some.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N asks.

“We record you talking with him, and if he threatens you, and even better, confessed for what he did, then we can use it.” Makoto suggested. “However, that would mean using you as bait.”

“I’m up to it.” Y/N says.

Makoto looks proud at him. “Good. That’s why I wished to speak to you as well, Ryuji. If he tried to hurt Y/N, you jump in. But try not to use violence.”

“As long as he gets what he deserves.” Ryuji responds.

“He does.” Makoto assures. “It looks like we got a plan.”

Rank 9

It’s finally the day the bullying is going to end. Everything has been set up. Y/N lured the bully to the empty student council room with his phone calling with Makoto, who’s recording it. She, as well everyone else of the team except Yusuke are outside of it, who can’t get in the school. Their leader, as well as Ann and Morgana learned about the plan, and want to help, so there they are.

Inside of the room, the bully is quick to glare at him. “You really think third time is going to be the charm?”

“I take every time if it means you’re bullying is going to stop.” Y/N knows he needs his confession, so he gives him the bait. “I just can’t understand why you’re doing this.”

The bully scoffs. “I already told you, you dumbass. You deserve it. You’re just pathetic. It’s no wonder Kamoshida hit you.”

Although knowing he comes out on top, hearing it hurts Y/N. “So ever since he started to abuse me, you think it’s fine to do it to me too?”

“I don’t see why not.” The bully comes closer to Y/N. “What are you going to do? Stand up for yourself. Isn’t it funny how much you try, it’s not good enough.” Right about as the bully grabs Y/N’s shirt, the door opens, revealing the thieves.

“I advise you stop.” Makoto demands. Every member glares at him. Ann is even filming the scene.

“It’s over asshole!” Ryuji quickly gets besides Y/N, daring the bully to touch him.

Being shocked and speechless, the bully quickly panics and runs away, getting pass the crowd of thieves. When everything seems to be over Ann stops recording and Makoto stops calling Y/N. With the evidence they gathered, it appears everything is over. The group walks over to Y/N.

“You did well Y/N. Now that we got this, I will make sure he’s going to punished.” Makoto assures.

“To be fair, he mostly dig his own grave.” Morgana comments with some snark.

“Are you okay?” Ren asks.

Y/N remains quiet for a second. “I… I guess I don’t fully realized it’s over…” The team looks at him with sympathy. “Can you give me some time alone? I just need to process this.”

“Sure thing.” Ann gives a kind smile. “Let us handle the thing. You just make sure you rest.”

With that, the group walks away. Y/N, however, wants one person to stay. “Ryuji? Can you stay?”

The blonde is a bit surprised but find it okay. “Sure.” They sit down at the table. With them being alone, Ryuji can tell how fully vulnerable he is. “You’re alright?”

“I’m fine.” Y/N shows a small smile. “It feels weird though. It’s like when we changed Kamoshida’s heart. I think it’s too good to feel true.”

Ryuji chuckles. “Yeah…”

“But even though I didn’t do it by myself, I feel proud. I feel much stronger than before, even considering what I can do in the Metaverse.” Y/N smiles. “I make sure to never allow myself to be treated like dirt.”

“I’m sure you won’t.” Ryuji assures. “And remember, we always got your back.”

“Yeah.” Y/N smiles. He looks a bit nervous. “…With me getting braver, there is a thing I want to confess…” Ryuji wonders what it is. “I know you won’t make fun of me, and it’s fine if you… decline.”

The blonde looks confused. “No way I’m making fun of you.” He smiles widely. “I’m here for you.”

“Thanks.” Y/N smiles. “I think I like you… as more than a friend.”

Ryuji looks surprised and quickly blushes. “O-Oh…!”

“But like I said, it’s fine if you don’t feel the same!” Y/N is quick to make the situation less awkward. “I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable and-”

“Y/N, wait!” Ryuji quickly stops him talking. “I-I feel the same.”

Y/N then looks surprised. “You do?”

The delinquent blushes hard, scratching his head. “Y-Yeah…”

His teammate let out a relieved sigh. “I guess that makes you my boyfriend.”

Ryuji gives his goofy smile. “It sure does.”

Rank 10

“And? What happened to him?”

At the bench where they stop for resting, both teens sit. This time however, they just chat and eat their lunch instead of jogging.

“Apparently, after some other investigation, I wasn’t the only one getting bullied by him.” Y/N begins sharing the news he got from Makoto. “Mishima and the other volleyball members had the same problem. With so many people speaking up, and having the evidence, Makoto was quick to make him confessed. He’s going to expelled.”

Ryuji smiles. “Good. He got what he deserved. You know, I thought about what happened, but we could’ve avoided this by taking his heart. But dealing with this in the real world, it’s like you said, it makes me feel powerful.”

Y/N smiles back. “I wonder if one day we can’t rely on the Metaverse. But when that day comes, we need to learn to stand up on our own. This was the perfect opportunity to do that.”

“Not just that. You managed to catch yourself a handsome and awesome boyfriend.” Ryuji says with a cheeky smirk. He put his arm around Y/N.

“And that’s because I dared to confess.” Y/N feels really proud for himself. “I was scared for rejection, and I know in the future things won’t always turn out like I want to, but I make sure that won’t stop me.”

Ryuji hums. “Saying you stuff like that makes me wonder how strong I am. I mean, sure, in the other world I am, but here?”

“Ryuji, you never stop yourself for speaking out for injustice. Although I think you can often overreact, I wish I had your spirit.”

“You’re way too sweet.” Ryuji turns a bit red. “Guess this is one of those situations where people say the grass is always better at the other side.”

Y/N raises an eyebrow. “Don’t you mean greener?”

“Oh.” Ryuji looks surprised, though he won’t let that bother him. “Anyway, let’s make sure to stick together. As Phantom Thieves and partners. That way, we don’t get screwed over by any assholes.”

“That’s a promise.”

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v-o-i-d-e-d · 2 years ago

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I’ll Follow Your Lead - Christmas Party

~Also on my Ao3 and Wattpad~

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 6

~Sorry it took me so long, I got busy with the end of the semester! Also I’m sorry if I messed up the Italian, I am not fluent so I used a translator which means it may be wrong~

Christmas Eve had fallen upon New York City bringing singing, cheer, and…crowds. Dorothea huffed a strand of hair away from her face as she sloppily wrote down a man’s order. Her hand was cramping from writing so much and her hair was a few good shakes away from coming undone. The café had never been busier. Dorothea was at her wit’s end running back and forth from the kitchen to the counter, to the tables, and back again. She was supposed to have help, but the other waitress never showed up.

“Excuse me! I haven’t had my order taken yet!” A woman called from the other side of the dining room. Dorothea barely hid her grimace as she excused herself from the man she was helping. The woman rattled off a complicated order as soon as Dorothea was in good earshot. “And don’t forget to add the cinnamon on top,” the woman wagged her finger in Dorothea’s face and she fought every urge to bite it. Turning to prepare the multitude of orders she had sloppily written on her notepad, she paused. Jack was there. She had no idea how long he had been there, but there he was. However, what stopped her was not his presence but the fact that he had grabbed a notepad and a pencil and was taking people’s orders. As if feeling her stare at him, Jack looked up and smiled at her. Dorothea flashed a relieved smile before hurrying to the counter to start making orders. As she was making the orders she had taken, Jack came up to the counter and ripped the top piece of paper off of his notepad.

“All right, I’ve got a few of the orders but some more people just came in so I’ll go grab their orders. You stay here and just make the food,” Jack said. He winked at Dorothea before turning around and heading for the new customers.

They worked in tandem – Dorothea making the orders and Jack serving the guests – until the café closed. Dorothea had closed earlier than normal for the holiday but to her, it wasn’t nearly early enough. Dorothea talked to the last customer as she showed them out the door. It was a young woman a little older than her who was new to the city. Dorothea was sharing some directions to the nearest, and most affordable hotel. Jack stood behind the counter, wiping down the equipment and putting dishes away. He watched as Dorothea kindly ushered the woman out and as the door finally closed her shoulders slumped down and she sighed loudly.

“Thank the stars that that’s over!” The girl said as she made her way back to the counter. She sat down on one of the stools and Jack walked around to join her.

“That was one hell of a crowd. You’d think people would be at home on Christmas Eve,” Jack said.

“Well, you would be wrong. If the place is open, people will come no matter what.” Dorothea reached up and tugged on the dark red ribbon keeping her dark curls out of her face, letting them fall down her back. Jack watched her closely and studied how she ran her hands clumsily through her tangled hair to try to tame it. He never knew her hair was that long – the full length of her back. He had always seen it messily pulled up with her ribbon.

“Your hair-“

“Is a mess”

“Is beautiful, is what I was gonna say.”

Dorothea turned to face Jack with a surprised look on her face. Her hair had been up all day and was no doubt dented in the middle section from being held up by the ribbon and was definitely frizzy. She couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sure. Anyway, I’m certain you didn’t come here just to help me with the holiday crowd. At least not for free!” The girl got up from her spot and walked into the kitchen. After a moment she returned with a cinnamon bun and slid it in front of Jack. “Here ya go! And it’s on the house tonight.” She had said tonight but she had every intention of never letting him pay her for food ever again.

“Really?”

“Really. You earned it. I saw you dodge those particularly handsy old women earlier,” Dorothea feigned a serious face but only for a moment before bursting into laughter at Jack’s reddening face. He shook his head and sighed.

“The stuff of nightmares I tell you. I’ll be traumatized for life.”

“Oh, I am quite sure. That blonde one looked about ready to pounce!” Dorothea laughed again and this time Jack joined her. He picked up the sticky pastry in front of him and took a bite. He paused.

“This is delicious. More delicious than your other ones!” Jack spoke with his mouth full and Dorothea shook her head in disapproval but smiled at him anyway.

“It’s from my personal batch. But don’t go asking for seconds now because they’ll be plenty more at the Christmas party.”

“Christmas party?”

“Yes, and you’ll be coming with me,” Dorothea left no room for argument as she walked back into the kitchen. When she returns she’s carrying two large containers presumably holding the rest of the cinnamon buns.

“Where is this party?” Jack was confused. Dorothea never mentioned a party in the weeks prior and he wasn’t sure he was prepared to go to some fancy event.

“It’s at my friends’ restaurant downtown. Don’t worry though it’s very casual and there won’t be that many people there. It’s just some fun and free food so I thought maybe you’d enjoy it,” Dorothea explained as she tapped her finger on the lid of the top box. Her eyes didn’t meet his as she talked. She was worried that he didn’t want to go and she had already told Margarette that she would bring him – something she now regretted. Jack nodded and took another bite of his pastry.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” He didn’t sound angry, just curious.

“Well, I wasn’t sure if you would want to come but I had already told them I’d bring you so…” Dorothea trailed off as she gently set the boxes on the counter beside her. Jack laughed and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.

“So you’re trapping me?”

Dorothea scoffed, “Of course not!” she paused and handed him a napkin to wipe his hands and mouth on, “Well, I guess so. But it doesn’t matter now because you are going,” Dorothea nodded her head with finality and Jack narrowed his eyes at her. He knew he was going to go with her. She knew he was going to go with her. It was hardly a question as to whether he would do almost anything she asked but he wanted to have some fun anyway.

“What if I had plans?”

“Well, do you?”

Silence followed for a moment as the two stared into each other’s eyes.

“Give me one good reason why I should go,” Jack crossed his arms and leaned forward on the counter with a smirk.

“Because I would be sad if you did not,” Dorothea said without hesitation. It was true. Not only would she have to tell her friends that he didn’t want to go but she would not be able to properly enjoy her evening knowing Jack wasn’t there.

Jack laughed a little at her answer but when he noticed that Dorothea’s serious expression didn’t change, he stopped. Her brown eyes stared at him as she patiently waited for his final answer and Jack’s blue ones stared right back. “All right, when do we leave?”

Dorothea watched as Angeline and Jack walked in front of her. The young girl had been asking Jack a million questions since Dorothea had brought him by the lodging house to get her for the party. Jack told Angeline stories about him that Dorothea had, of course, already heard and the young girl was hanging on his every word – absolutely smitten with the boy. Jack glanced over his shoulder at Dorothea and smiled as he continued his story. Dorothea smiled and looked away, pretending to be occupied by the pastry boxes in her hands. She felt her cheeks warm and cursed herself for not being about to control her blush.

“Dory!” Angeline paused to allow Dorothea to catch up before linking arms with her. “Did you know that Jack is a really good artist?” Angeline wiggled her eyebrows at Dorothea and giggled. Dorothea looked at her in disapproval of her antics.

“Did he tell you that himself?” Dorothea scoffed. Jack rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless. “How humble of him to say about himself.”

“Have you ever seen any of his drawings?”

“No, because he is very rude to me and tells me I’m not allowed,” Dorothea said with the dramatics of a child. Jack’s mouth dropped open in shock as Dorothea pretended to wipe tears from her eyes.

“That is not true! I was not rude!”

“You absolutely were!” Dorothea argued back and stuck her tongue out at him. Jack gently pushed her shoulder and Dorothea gasped. “See? And now he’s putting his hands on me, the brute!”

Angeline’s giggles bubbled from her lips as the two teens continued back and forth. The young redhead stood between them and linked arms with Jack as well. She liked Jack and most of all she liked how happy Dorothea was with Jack. In the two years Angeline had known the older girl she had not seen her tease and taunt anyone but her. Dorothea had been so serious before hardly any nonsense – all work. Now, Dorothea went out with Jack quite often and always came back to the house in a good mood. It made Angeline happy.

Soon they arrived at the restaurant. The front entrance was closed but the inside was lit up and the smell of food wafted from a few of the open windows.

“Follow me!” Dorothea said as she led the two down the alley and to the back entrance. The door to the kitchen was already open and Margarette could be seen hanging fresh pasta. The woman stops and quickly places everything down before greeting the trio at the door.

“Ciao, miei cari!” She says as she holds her arms out to give hugs. She hugs Angeline tightly and then tells her to take Dorothea’s boxes and sit them on the counter. As Angeline walks away with the boxes, Margarette envelopes Dorothea in a tight embrace.

“Merry Christmas, Margarette,” Dorothea greets before gently separating herself from the woman.

“And this must be Jack!” Margarette smiled brightly and her eyes crinkled at the corners. Jack returned her smile and held his hand out to shake hers. The older woman laughs a bit and pulls Jack into a hug just like she gave the other two. “Dorothea, dear, you never said he was handsome!”

“Margarette!” Dorothea hissed as she quickly walked past them. Jack stepped away and laughed.

“What? He is and un uomo come lui non capita tutti i giorni, cara,” Margarette walked back to her pasta preparation and Dorothea’s face flushed. Jack watched her hastily set her cinnamon buns out on some trays she had found. He walked over to help and to ask what Margarette had said but before he could get the words out, Elmer entered the kitchen.

“Dorothea, Angeline, my darlings!” Angeline rushed to greet the man with a hug and Dorothea smiled at him from her spot next to Jack.

“Hello, Elmer! This is-“

“Jack, of course! I’ve been looking forward to meeting you, dear boy,” Elmer walked over and extended a calloused hand for Jack to shake. Jack smiled and firmly shook the older man’s hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, both of you,” Jack said looking to Elmer and then looking to Margarette.

“Of course! We’ve heard a lot about you!”

For what seemed like the thousandth time, Dorothea blushed and refused to meet Jack’s smug gaze.

“Oh yeah? All good things, I hope,”

“Oh, only the best.”

The rest of the night was filled with a few other friends dropping by and raising glasses of sweet wine to toast the holiday. The band had come in and played some songs while the men, including Jack, played a few friendly games of poker.

“Dorothea, he’s a doll!” Rita, one of the musician’s wives said. “How long have you known him?”

“Only a couple of months, we are just friends,” Dorothea said. She looked over at Jack to find him with a half-smoked cigarette hanging from his lips and his blue eyes concentrated on his cards. The soft light of the restaurant offered him a golden glow that had Dorothea in a trance. Rita watched the girl stare then shared a look with Margarette, who had also seen Dorothea’s not-so-subtle glances.

“Well don’t be so sure, sweets. I think there might be something else going on there,” Rita said.

“What do you mean?” Dorothea finally broke her stare to look at the dark-haired woman beside her.

Rita shrugged her shoulders, “I only mean to say that he seems to make you happy. Nothing more,” she said as she sipped her wine. Dorothea took a sip from her own cup and looked back at Jack who was already looking at her. They both looked away and Dorothea smiled.

“He does. Make me happy, I mean. He’s been a good friend.”

Jack quickly looked back at the cards in his hand when Dorothea’s eyes met his. He hadn’t been looking for that long but he had still felt caught.

“So, Jack,” Elmer took a long drag from the cigar he held between his chubby fingers, “Where are you from? You don’t sound like you’re from around here.”

“I’m from Chippewa Falls, in Wisconsin. I came here after my parents died,” Jack said as he played his turn.

“Well, I’m sorry to hear about your folks. Since you’ve been so good to our Dorothea you just let us know if we can do anything for you, dear boy. A meal, a nice room, a job, you name it,” Elmer said as he gestured with his cigar. Jack raised his eyebrows in interest. He could use a steady job that wasn’t just selling his drawings. And, he thought, if he worked here he could see Dorothea more since she obviously comes here often.

“What kind of job?”

The party had begun to settle down and Dorothea was sitting on the floor by the large fireplace at the back of the dining room. The adults had been conversing lowly and saying their Irish goodbyes for the past 30 minutes and she didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye to Elmer and Margarette. Angeline had joined Dorothea a little while ago, complaining that she was ready for bed. Shortly after the young redhead had sat down, she had fallen asleep on Dorothea’s lap. The older girl gazed fondly at Angeline and gently stroked her hair out of her face.

“Hey.”

Dorothea looked up to find Jack taking a seat on the floor beside her. He had his sketchbook and tools in his hand and a cigarette hanging from his lips. He must have gotten another one Dorothea thought.

“Hello. Did you enjoy the party?” Dorothea’s voice was just above a whisper so as to not wake the sleeping girl in her lap. Jack nodded and took a drag from his cigarette.

“It was great! I had a lot of fun. It was nice to play poker for fun instead of for a living, ya know,”

Dorothea laughed and Jack smiled brightly.

“Yes, I’m sure it is. I am glad you had a good time. Everyone seems to like you, though I’m not surprised.”

“Why is that?”

Dorothea sighed and stared ahead into the fire, watching the flames dance across the logs. “There’s just something about you, Jack,” She paused and looked at him – brown eyes meeting blue ones, “You make it easy to like you,”

Dorothea was stuck. She had been staring for too long, she knew that, but she couldn’t look away from his sincere gaze. He couldn’t look away either. Something in the way the flames reflected in her eyes and made them turn a honeyed brown and the way the warmth had cast a rosy hue to her cheeks made it imperative for him to watch and study her. He knew this image of her would stay in his brain forever and that he would definitely capture it on paper later. In another room, they could both hear a clock chime twelve. It was Christmas Day.

“Merry Christmas, Jack.”

“Merry Christmas, Dorothea,”

Both teens finally looked away from each other. Jack took a final drag from his cigarette, and Dorothea went back to softly playing with Angeline’s hair while watching the fire. Neither of them in a hurry to get up and both of them unaware of the small green sprig with red berries hanging above them.

#jack dawson #jack dawson imagine #jack dawson x reader #jack dawson x oc #rose dewitt bukater #Titanic #Titanic (1997)#titanic x reader #fix it fic #original female character

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maddiesbookshelves · 6 months ago

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📚🗓 Mid-Year Freakout Tag 2024 🗓📚

Thank you @cleopatras-library for the tag ☺️

How many books have you read so far?

10 novels, 2 graphic novels and uh, like 10 or more manga? I don't track all of them

What genres have you read?

Fantasy, historical, romance and mystery. Sometimes several of those in the same book

Best book you’ve read so far in 2024?

Probably The Briar Book Of The Dead, by A. G. Slatter if we're talking about novels only. But the graphic novel Rivages Lointains by Anaïs Flogny is just so good, I'm obsessed with it. If you can, please read it, it's French but it's been translated into English and Italian

Best sequel you’ve read so far in 2023?

The only ones I've read were either manga or the full Dr. Greta Helsing trilogy by Vivian Shaw, which I've read back to back. So either that (book 3, Grave Importance), or the manga Requiem Of The Rose King, by Aya Kanno, that I reread and finally finished after YEARS (yes the ending ended ME)

New release you haven’t read yet, but want to

There are way too many, and I keep seeing more at work, I'm gonna die of frustration. Evocation by S. T. Gibson is eyeing me very strongly because of the internet. As is The Spare Man by Mary Robinette Kowal, from where it's sitting on my coworker's display (it only came out in February in France)

Most anticipated release for the second half of the year

I don't know honestly. The one book I was really waiting for this year was A Crane Among Wolves because I loved June Hur's previous books, and since I've read it now (it's very good btw), I'm not waiting for anything else

Update I learned something as I was writing this post: HEAVENLY TIRANT MIGHT STILL BE COMING OUT THIS YEAR???? DECEMBER 24????? MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS TO US???? HELLO?????? After Xiran told us the release date had been pushed back I thought for sure it would come out next year but apparently not so YEAH THAT'S MY MOST ANTICIPATED RELEASE OF THE YEAR, PERIOD

Biggest disappointment

It's a toss between How To Kill Your Family by Bella Mackie, and A Far Wilder Magic by Allison Saft, for reasons that are very different. If it wasn't for that ending, How To Kill Your Family wouldn't even be there but unfortunately. And A Far Wilder Magic just wasn't for me. I didn't expect it to be YA romantasy so I was sorely disappointed

Biggest surprise

Probably A Sign Of Affection by Suu Morishita? Don't get me wrong, I love shoujo (I know, I don't like romance novels but I love shoujo, it makes no sense, don't look at me) and I thought I would like it but I didn't expect to like it this much

Book that made you cry

I cry so often when I read/watch/listen to things that it all gets mixed up in my memories. I think I cried for Rivages Lointains, I definitely cried for Requiem Of The Rose King HAHA. I might have cried for Run Away With Me, Girl by Battan, I'm not sure. All of those are manga by the way, I don't remember if I cried reading a novel this year

Book that made you happy

The Bandit Queens made me happy because the ending was great (unlike How To Kill Your Family) which healed me a little

Most beautiful book cover of a book you’ve read so far this year

Aaaaaaa I don't know. The cover (and sprayed edges) for the French edition of A Far Wilder Magic are a big part of why I even bought it in the first place, but also A Crane Among Wolves...... And of course Aya Kanno's art is just so beautiful, all the covers for the Requiem Of The Rose King series are 👌

How are you doing with your year’s goal?

I had set a goal of 40 on goodreads/storygraph but I might have underestimated how work would impact my reading habits. But also, I'm not dead set on reaching that goal, I just want to read

What books do you need to read by the end of the year?

I'd love to read more of the books I already own because it's becoming a problem. Other than that, there's no urgent need

That was fun so if anyone wants to join in, please feel free!

#mid year freak out tag #tag games #booklr #booklr community #books #book recommendations #how to solve your own murder and rebis didn't fit into any of the questions #but since they're the only books i've read that didn't make it in i thought i'd still have them like this

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raccoonfallsharder · 1 year ago

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✩࿐࿔ take a damn bath [new 11/20]

smut-free | gn reader | no use of y/n | drabbles | word count: 1,375.

✩࿐࿔ take what you need. ࿔ reminder one: eat somethin'. ࿔ reminder two: go to frickin' bed already. ࿔ reminder three: get outta bed & get your shit done.࿔ reminder four: take a damn bath. [new 11/20] for @hibataao3 ♡ ࿔ reminder five: leave your frickin skin alone [est 11/27] ࿔ did you take your meds today ࿔ drink some damn water

the world is hard, and sometimes it's difficult to complete daily tasks & take care of yourself (aka rocket bullies you for your own damn good).

look sometimes you just gotta take a minute to relax. do whatever you need to do to slow your breathing & your racing brain. luckily for you, rocket's here to help. dedicated to @hibataao3, the most perfect, iridescent, lavender-scented little bubble to ever grace the air.

this is about as wholesome as it gets (for me) i think. can be read platonically or romantically. mcu-based, meant to take place post-volume 3, but headcanon however you want ♡

“Can I help you?” you ask mildly, not tearing your eyes away from your current task. There are so many things that still need to be done today – plus you haven’t even hit your doomscrolling quota yet. Nevertheless, you can feel Rocket leaning against the frame of the tambour door leading from the Knowhere streets and into the cantina, thumbs hooked in his pockets and one knee bent while he studies you. “You can barely help yourself, kid,” he drawls lazily, and you raise an eyebrow and stick your tongue out at him without glancing up. He clucks in mock disappointment. “Frickin’ childish,” he adds. “I’ve got a lot to do,” you tell him pleasantly, “so if you could kindly fu–” “Watch your language,” he interrupts snarkily. “...ya fuckin’ brat.” You snort in spite of yourself and finally look up, giving him the attention you know he so desperately craves. “What is it, dude?” He tilts his head, studying you. “When was the last time you took a frickin’ bath?” he asks after a moment.

read more on ao3

if you find any of these at all helpful, they're meant for you.

feel free to ✩ request reminders✩ via reblogs, asks, and tumblr or ao3 comments if they would be helpful for you. it may take me a hot minute to get to them depending on life n stuff, but i will do my best

if you’d like to join my fanfiction taglist, please comment or send me a message or ask! ♡

@suicidalshitstick ✩ @evolvingchaoswitch ✩ @wren-phoenix ✩ @pretty-chips (total word count: 3613)

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that-was-anticlimactic · 2 years ago

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wip game!

tagged by the lovely incredible amazing @backhurtyy <333

Here’s how it works: in a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIP’s; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write three sentences in that file. If the file name is one you can’t share (for example, an event fic), write three sentences on it anyway, and then write three more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join, or just post.

wips (tried to do a mix of fandoms! one a.tla, a couple s.k8, a coiple b.sd, a couple m.lb, couple n.injago, a couple j.jk... oh, one m.p100... i think that's all lol):

before the falling and decay

chuuya pretends to kidnap kenji to piss dazai off

chuuya's throwing shoes & they're cursing

fear will be our enemy & death its consequence

heal my heart and mend what's broken

how to (legally) obtain a tractor in one week

just the sound of your heart in your head

left with nothing but time

miracuclass Trauma™️

see a world so beautiful and strange (spinning off somewhere)

something's in the air / i feel the heat

sun comes streaming through the window (& i can't sleep anymore)

take me where my soul can run

when it finally rains it's gonna pour

here are some sentences from my current bby sun comes streaming...

In the center of this world of abilities and powers wasn’t gods, but humans. And Kenji, although always smiling, always cheerful, and (almost) always powerful, was just that: a human. A human who felt fear and anger and self-hatred just as much as the rest of them.

Yosano once lived in a world where she bowed down to her ability, where she was treated as a god—giving life and taking it away. Ranpo was the first person to truly see her humanity, to show her that her gift wasn’t something to fear, but was a part of her. That it wasn’t inherently bad, that she was capable of beautiful things.

imma tag @cowgirlwizard & @zenithpng & @shorthairzuko (jeg siger undskyld if you've already been tagged! i feel like this could be done with art, too? i've seen it done with art ay least haha anyways feel free to ignore if ya want <3)

#hiiiiiii #thank you nellie this is actually GREAT motivation to force me to finish some of these lol #scsttw(&icsa) is now at 16.1k words and still not done lol #i thiiiiiiiiiiiiink it's almost done??? iuygtfdgtyuiopiuygtf #anyways i need to write more a.tla - i didn't have time to do anything for z.ukka week because of my praxis tests:/#very sad:(#i miss z.ukka </3 #and r.enga... i need more r.enga fics...#i really want to write a ts r.eki r.enga fic for ts month but ideas none gahhhhhhh #corey writes:)

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fragilecapric0rnn · 1 year ago

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WIP Week!

was tagged last week by @fastcardotmp3, @hellsfireclub and @judasofsuburbia! thank you fellas <3<3

i'm definitely in need of some external motivation lately and because of the way my schedule is, most of my free time is during the week. so, will be answering asks throughout the week!

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

wips to choose from:

3: the one where we hate our jobs

The Lumax [aiaof verse]

part 1: winter [The Nancy Fic]

aiaof 4

Snippet [AIAOF 4] :

Steve reaches over toward the box he’s been using as a nightstand, grabbing the cigarettes and lighter, leaning his body halfway out the window as he lights a cigarette for himself, still hoping for a breeze. The hot air is stale, a bit sticky even. He sits back, letting his eyes linger on the room. It’s smaller than his old room. Or maybe it’s the unpacked boxes making it feel small. He’s never let boxes linger like this, let alone go unpacked for this long. Living out of boxes makes it feel less real. Like maybe this isn’t really his new apartment, that he’ll be back at his old apartment on the hill in Buena Vista. That this is just a stupid dream. His thought interrupted by a distant cackling laugh, cackled by someone walking down the street. He takes a drag from the cigarette, careful to keep it dangling out the window.

not tagging anyone! if anyone sees this and also needs external motivation, say i tagged ya!

#wip wednesday #ask game #i need some motivation or something #i've been coming up dry for days #i know i should probably take a break #but i dont want to >:(#aiaof

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aries-rp-corner · 1 year ago

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The Witch took a heavy risk in going out alone, she felt it was for the best due to her fear that Cipher would easily spot them. She carefully sneaked out and with Lamont’s help, she avoided Cipher’s eyes. Making her way to the caves of what was once Victory Road some years ago, now entering a different cave system…

What felt like an eternity, she finally found a familiar modern Zoroark guarding the entrance. Anastasia popped out from her Poke Ball as she walked up to her dark type counterpart. The two softly nuzzled as Aries made herself known. “Howdy, it’s been awhile, huh?…”

The dark type Zoroark nodded as he and Ana entered the cave. Aries quickly followed after to see the ruins of the castle. “I hope he is here…” She whispered to herself as she descended to the stairs and entered the ruins. Making her way through carefully while following the two Zoroarks, she looked over the ruins of what was once old Team Plasma. She felt sad for those who were part of the original Plasma; deeply believing they fought for what was right…only to be manipulated and tricked by the man she’s helping…she didn’t like it a lot, yet she is doing it to protect those who she calls her friends.

Her thoughts ended as she saw the two foxes stop and looked in a room to find… Him. “N!” Aries called out, as the sound of running footsteps made the man turn around to see her.

“Aries!” N spoke with joy, as the two embraced each other. “I’m relieved you and your Pokémon are okay, I’ve heard that Cipher has been getting worse by the day…” He looked worried, as he saw Aries' face begin to tear up.

“Yeah…and I feel like they’re doing a great job of breaking me…N…I’m scared for everyone…Both sides of Plasma, the people I befriend, my own Pokémon…as well as You and your own Pokémon… They are after the three Legendary Dragons to create the Original Dragon again…Cipher is hurting Pokémon and people to get what they want and…it’s scaring and breaking me…” She frees N as she holds her arm for comfort. Tears swelling up as they begin to fall. “I’m failing everyone around me…I’m failing you…I’m failing my own family… I’m…not doing enough…” Aries spoke with a broken voice as tears fell more, until feeling hands cupping her head as she looked up to N.

“You are doing the best as you can, Aries. Cipher is doing this to make you FEEL that you are not doing enough…they are wrong. You’ve done so much for everyone, a rare chemical reaction that I’ve seen so far! I believe if you haven’t helped Neo Team Plasma…Unova and the entire world would be in danger once again… Don’t you ever give up for what you truly believe in. Keep fighting till the end, but always remember this: You are not alone in this fight anymore.” N gave a supportive smile to the Witch, making Aries’s tears stop for a bit as she blushed.

Soon Aries gave a smile as she held his arms while he was cupping her head. “You goof…I’m only a Fool with the Slowest Heart…yet hearing that from you…I’m glad I’ve met you and everyone. You, my Pokémon, my family, and friends…you guys are the only reason why I have to keep going… Thank you for reminding me of that, love.”

(OOC: I hope you enjoy my attempt on drawing and writing about N here TuT and I wanted to make something wholesome since Aries is facing shit ;u;

And oh boy, I hope nothing bad happens here ;u; (Cipher, don’t! Including you Ghetsis! >:,o) Note: Aries is unaware that N’s father is Ghetsis. So she’s in for a surprise ;u;

If anyone wants to join in, ya are free to rp about this one. I just wanted to draw and write something wholesome. :,3)

#pokémon rp #tag: the king and the witch #tag: love under the light #wholsesome

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maxinemaxmayfield · 2 years ago

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tagged by @thefreakandthehair (thank you lex!!)

RULES:

Post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post.

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in or just post.

WIPS:

this love so heavenly (could be you)

Steady On

run boy run - you won't have to hide away

[REDACTED] - steddie big bang fic

SNIPPET:

When Wayne Munson comes home from his night shift, he finds his nephew lying face down on the couch. “Ed?” he asks. “You good?” The response is so muffled, he can’t make out a single word. So, not good, then. “Face, cushion, can’t hear ya,” he says, and Eddie lifts his head the tiniest bit, just enough for Wayne to hear him. “I fucked up. I’m wallowing.” He drops his head back down with a groan.

no pressure tags! 💕 @riality-check @hellfireeddiemunson @hellsfireclub @cheatghost + anyone else who wants to join in, please feel free to say I tagged you!

#wips #tag games

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confuzzledhooman · 1 year ago

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Princess Bride (1987)

2. Little Women (1994) ((the best one imo))

3. Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron (2002)

4. The Road to El Dorado (2000)

5. Bubble (2022)

6. The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey (2012)

7. Lupin the lll: The First (2019)

8. Princess and the Frog (2009)

9. The Apple Dumpling Gang (1975)

10. Treasure Planet (2002)

And that’s all! I really want to watch these movies again, I haven’t for awhile and boy do I miss them.

tagging @kiwi-smug-silvalina @indianampasta @budzthepotato @elmuvahva @notsolonedesert and @sam-the-friendly-ghost! I’d tag more, but there’s a lot of ya- Whoever wants to do this, feel free to join in as well!

Comfort movies!✨

Post 10 comfort movies and tag however many people:]

1 . Deep Sea (2023)

2. Coco (2017)

3. The Thief and the Cobbler (1993)

4. Luca (2021)

5. The Princess Bride (1987)

6. Ponyo (2008)

7. Monkey King: Hero is Back (2015)

8. Lupin III: The Castle of Cagliostro (1979)

9. The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1996)

10. Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (1954)

Tagging @cosmoshard @confuzzledhooman and anyone else who would like✨

#Tag game #tagging game #movies #films #comfort movies

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ksywoo · 2 years ago

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Hello Fizzy!!!

I'm here with an idea for ya :)

F2L, Soonyoung confessing his feelings for a friend for the first time - the catch? No one saw it coming, the friend included 😂 Maybe Seungkwan is there and shrieks out of terror when Soonyoung does it? LOL

I'm in my Kwon Soonyoung feels rn (he is 1 of my 3 biases in SVT - I'm not very loyal sshhhh 🥴)

Feel free to do as you please with this idea, and if you're not up for writing it, that's fine too :)

Thank you! 💙

How to Cope with Rejection: An Unhelpful Guide to Protecting Your Friendship / k.sy

pairing: kwon soonyoung x gn!reader pronouns: they/them word count: 5.5k genre: the biggest of idiots to lovers, (accidental) confessions, no like actually everyone in this is an idiot except for woozi, can be read as idol or non-idol, angst if you squint, happy ending warnings: alcohol (reader doesn't drink), soonyoung teases reader for eating fast but thinks it's cute? and it's very short. let me know if there's anything else! note: thank you @twogyuu for the request!!! it was so fun to write and I hope you like it :) kwon soonyoung my absolute beloved

masterlist

STEP ONE: Don’t listen to your friends, whether they believe he likes you or not. Outside opinions will either get your hopes up or remind you of how unrequited your feelings are.

“Have you seen Hoshi?” Seokmin asked you, his arm around Seungkwan’s shoulders to steady himself. “We need to have an emergency BSS meeting.”

“Seokmin swears he has a good song idea…” Seungkwan explained, glancing warily at his drunk friend, steadying him with a hand to his stomach. “I’m not so sure.”

“Just tell me where Hoshi is, he’ll understand my vision.”

You smiled at Seokmin but shook your head. “Sorry, I haven’t seen him for a while. Last I saw him, he was dancing.”

Seokmin whined. “You’re supposed to know where he is! Who’s going to keep track of Soonyoung if you don’t?”

“Shua?”

The tall boy perked up, nodding. “I’ll ask him. Let’s go Kwannie.”

“I’m tired of babysitting you, DK. Let’s leave Shua alone and just hang out here until Soonyoung comes back,” he bargained. “He can’t stay away from Y/n for that long anyway, he’ll be back.”

Seokmin agreed with the idea and flopped to the floor to give his feet a break, almost immediately closing his eyes to sleep, his head tilting to rest against your leg as you stood against the wall.

“Didn’t you promise to not let him drink much?” you asked, making Seungkwan sigh.

“I was doing well but I had to pee and when I came back, Jeonghan had convinced him to take a few shots with them.”

“Of course it was Jeonghan.”

Seungkwan laughed through his nose as he looked out towards the dancefloor. “Just as I predicted,” he smiled, nodding towards Soonyoung, who was standing in the middle of the room looking around intently for someone. When his eyes met yours, his face lit up and he waved excitedly, excusing himself from the conversation he was in to join you.

“There you are!” he greeted, slinging his arm over your shoulder and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You laughed and wiped your face on your shirt despite the sudden butterflies telling you to accept the affection.

“I haven’t moved since you left,” you said. “It shouldn’t have been that hard to find me.”

Soonyoung pouted but interrupted his own thoughts when he saw Seokmin on the floor. “Kyeommie!” he yelled, dropping to the floor to sit on the boy’s lap and kiss his cheek as well. Unlike the quick kiss he had given you, he repeatedly kissed Seokmin’s cheek with loud kisses until the drunk boy pushed him off his lap.

You and Seungkwan exchanged looks, your friend’s eyes filled with sympathy and yours expressing slight annoyance.

The thing was, you had a massive crush on Soonyoung, and every time he did anything sweet towards you, he did something bigger and more lovey to one of your friends.

In the years you grew to know and love Kwon Soonyoung, you learned that he was many things. He was kind, he was talented, he was cuddly, a tad stupid sometimes, maybe a little loud and dramatic, and above all, the most unsubtle person you had ever met. Any emotion Soonyoung felt or thought he had was clear as day to anyone around him. He was the definition of someone wearing their heart on their sleeve.

If he was hungry, you already knew because he listed several places within walking distance that you should accompany him to.

If he was happy, he wouldn’t stop talking about whatever it was that made him so, sometimes to an annoying extent, but you seemed to be one of the only people who would let him keep talking until he tired himself out.

If he didn’t like someone, it was rare, but his expression said it all, lips turned down and eyebrows pulled together as he eyed the person skeptically.

If he was tired, you were painfully aware. He was already laying all over you and burying his face in your hoodie or laying on your lap whining to go home or stay still so he could sleep.

Point is that he couldn’t hide a secret to save his life especially if it was something about himself. He was an open book, and he liked it that way. Sometimes his closest friends knew how he felt before he even did. Not only was he easy to read, he was over-the-top about how he felt.

So, when after years of friendship you still didn’t think he had feelings for you, it was pretty decided by you and your whole friend group that he didn’t like you back. If he did, it would be way more apparent in so many different ways. You had never seen him with a crush on someone, but you were positive it would have been more evident because it was Kwon Soonyoung; he certainly would have been giggling and twirling his hair every time you blinked if he actually had feelings for you.

But you were totally fine with just being his friend, really. Okay, it kinda sucked, but you loved to pretend it was fine. You had had a crush on him for so long but it was a well-known fact that he didn’t like you romantically, so it wasn’t worth shedding tears over.

Except maybe sometimes to Seungkwan.

Everyone in your shared friend group was aware of your unrequited feelings for Soonyoung, but you only really talked to Seungkwan about it. You had mentioned your crush a couple of times to a few others, and it became something they liked to try to joke to you about in front of him and see how obvious they could be before Soonyoung started to catch on. You didn’t like those jokes so much, so you decided Seungkwan was the only one you could openly vent to without being teased every time.

You often exchanged looks with him every time Soonyoung did anything like cover Seokmin’s face in kisses after giving you one incredibly platonic cheek kiss.

“Hoshiiiii,” Seokmin muttered, despite excitedly looking for the boy not five minutes earlier. “Off.”

Soonyoung listened, moving to sit next to Seokmin instead of on top of him. “Wonwoo said you were looking for me?”

Remembering the reason for asking everyone at the party where Soonyoung was, Seokmin opened his eyes and sat up. “I HAVE A SONG IDEA.”

You smiled as Soonyoung listened to the drunk slurring, trying his best to follow along with Seokmin’s ideas, which were messy and unorganized and very questionable. Soonyoung was sweet and patient nonetheless, writing down the ideas on his notes app so they could start writing a song the next day, but really he just wrote them down so he could tease Seokmin when he sobered up.

“Are you ready to go home, DK?” Soonyoung asked, helping the other boy up when he agreed.

“Wait, did you drink?” you asked Soonyoung, assuming he was being extra affectionate because of alcohol.

Soonyoung shook his head. “No. Well, I had some water…”

You smiled and shook your head.

“I’m going to go around and see if anyone else is ready to go home and needs a ride. Watch him to make sure he doesn’t wander off?”

Seungkwan agreed and waited for Soonyoung to get out of earshot before turning to you. “Can he stop being cute towards you?”

“I know,” you groaned. “What is wrong with him? It’s like he can’t tell I’m borderline in love with him.”

“Only borderline?” Seungkwan teased, but you elbowed him.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Jihoon walked up a few minutes later, hands in his pockets as he leaned against the wall on the other side of Seokmin. “Soonyoung sent me here to get collected to go home.”

You laughed. “Yeah, so far just you and DK though.”

“You’re not going home? Soonyoung sounded like he wanted you to.”

“What do you mean?”

Jihoon shrugged. “He asked if I wanted to go home yet, then went on a tangent about seeing if you wanted to go home too and watch a movie or have a sleepover with him or something.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, blaming it on the temperature of the crowded room. “I think I’m gonna stay here a little longer. I want to make sure everyone gets home safe since I know a few people have had a lot more to drink than Seokmin.”

At the mention of his name, Seokmin stood up and suddenly tried walking away like he just remembered he had to do something detrimental to the safety and security of the country, but Seungkwan grabbed his arm and pulled him back, pushing his shoulder down so he sat again. He obeyed with little restraint.

“I think he likes you,” Jihoon declared simply.

“Who?” you asked hesitantly, partially wanting to ignore him to keep your hopes down, but also intrigued in indulging in the fantasy that Soonyoung might like you back.

“Soonyoung.”

“We’ve all talked about this, Ji. And all of us have agreed that he doesn’t. It would be so obvious if he did.”

Jihoon nodded and shifted, putting his phone in his pocket and turning towards you. “But… it is kinda obvious. He talks about you a lot.”

You scoffed, hopes immediately deflated. “He talks a lot about a lot of people.”

“But, like, for long periods of time. He literally just brought you up out of nowhere and went on a full tangent about hanging out with you without us. It’s hard to get him to change the topic once he starts talking about you sometimes. And he does it so shy like he’s worried we’re annoyed.”

Okay, that was kinda good reasoning. “Still.”

“He’s also pretty touchy with you.”

“That is definitely not a good argument,” you laughed. “All of you are touchy with everyone. Trust me, I’ve thought about that one. But every time I’m like ‘oooh he had his arm around my shoulder while we walked to lunch’, he turns around and does something like cuddling with Chan for an entire movie.”

The boy hummed, shrugging. “Just saying what I think. It’s a different vibe.”

“He just kissed my cheek. And then immediately after, he smothered DK with kisses.”

Jihoon shrugged in an ‘I don’t know what to tell you except what I’ve already told you and that is that he definitely likes you’ way. “Again, different vibe.”

“Well, no one else agrees with your vibe checker,” you teased. “Thanks for believing in me though.”

“I’m the biggest Soony/n shipper and even I don’t think he likes them,” Seungkwan admitted. “I mean, it’s Hoshi. He’s so obvious about everything; if he does like Y/n, he would have had to suddenly learn how to keep his feelings inside. Like, there’s no way there would be this much debate and confusion if he did because he’d be obvious, you know?”

“Wow, way to sugarcoat it, Seungkwan,” you forced out a small laugh and he deflated.

“I don’t mean it like that–”

“No, I get it,” you smiled, even while your heart was wilting. “I’m going to go check up on everyone and make sure they’re all okay.”

“Y/n–”

“I’ll see you guys later. Text me when you get home.”

You walked away, missing the way Soonyoung looked around for you in the crowd with a frown after Jihoon and Seungkwan told him you were staying. He’d have to convince you to have a sleepover and movie night some other time.

STEP TWO: Don’t spend time alone, especially if cuddling is involved. It fuels unrealistic fantasies which are not something you should be thinking about when with your FRIEND.

Soonyoung eventually tracked you down and found a day neither of you were busy to invite you over to hang out. Of course, you agreed. It was difficult to not agree with Soonyoung.

“Your cooking has gotten better,” you commented as you shoveled food into your mouth.

Soonyoung laughed at your haste. “Maybe you’re just starving. Slow down, you’re going to choke.”

You smiled but didn’t slow down. It was good and you were hungry.

“I was going to say I couldn’t tell if that was a compliment or not but judging by how you’re barely even tasting your food before eating it, I’m guessing it’s a compliment?”

You nodded, wiping your mouth with a napkin. “Big compliment. This is so good. Maybe it’s just good compared to what you used to make.”

“You’re cute,” Soonyoung giggled, his cheeks filling with color at the praise. “I’ve been getting some of the boys to teach me how to make stuff. They’re good teachers.”

“You’re a good student.”

He hid his smile behind his hand, trying to play off how happy the compliments made him by changing the subject. “Do you want more?”

You shook your head. “I’m full. But it was really good, thank you.”

He nodded and took your plate and his, bringing them to the sink to clean.

“Wait, let me help clean up since you made dinner,” you offered, gently pushing him out of the way. He let you, dramatically agreeing that he shouldn’t be expected to cook and clean, all while putting leftovers away and cleaning the counters.

It didn’t take long after tidying the kitchen for you two to retire to the living room and put on a movie. There was even less time between putting on the movie and him pulling you close to lean against his chest with his arms around you.

During times like this — with your back pressed to his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder, and his arms wrapped around your waist but his hand still managing to hold yours while you two softly commented on whatever movie you picked — it was easy to forget he didn’t like you.

It felt so real, so sweet, so pure. If it was anyone else, you would be suspicious of the occasional kisses he pressed to your shoulder or cheek. If it was anyone else, the small signs of affection would be enough evidence to convince you the person had feelings for you, but coming from Soonyoung, it wasn’t enough to determine a clear conclusion. It was easy to doubt that his intentions were romantic when he wasn’t his normal emphatic self about it. He was so loud and unmistakable about everything, so why would he be anything other than loud and unmistakable when it came to his romantic feelings?

In everything, Soonyoung was a hurricane that could disturb entire cities with any slight expression of emotion.

But this? The soft kiss he left on your ear as he giggled at your joke or the slow, absentminded trace of his fingers over your hand and arm when he noticed you were getting cold? This was anything but outspoken. It was soft, a gentle breeze that shakes leaves but does nothing to disturb the tree.

Unfortunately, it was easy to pretend when the only lights in the room came from the television and the boy whose smile knocked over every wall around your heart.

STEP THREE: Try dating other people. Sometimes you just need a reminder that other people are cool too, I guess.

A change needed to be made. When things don’t work, something’s got to give. In this case, being cuddly with Soonyoung 24/7 was not working. It was more than okay when it was actually happening, when you two would cuddle during a movie or sleep in the same bed or when he would hold your hand while walking to dinner, but the after made it difficult. After all of that, when he would cuddle with someone else or hold Minghao’s hand instead, it made all the good things feel insignificant and meaningless.

So something had to change. Unfortunately, Seungkwan took this to mean you wanted a boyfriend.

“I don’t want to go on a blind date, Seungkwan,” you sighed as you threw an old sweatshirt onto your bed.

The blonde boy frowned up at you from your floor. “Why not? I promise he’s nice. And probably your type. He looks a bit like Soonyoung now that I think about it.”

“That’s worse,” you replied, head deep in your closet.

“What, you don’t like Soonie for his looks?” he teased.

You threw a wadded-up hoodie at his big grin. “I don’t want to go on a date with someone who will remind me of the boy who doesn’t like me back. I meant I needed change as in, like, hanging out with him less.”

“We both know that’s not going to happen.” Seungkwan pulled the hoodie off his head and set it next to the other clothes you were getting rid of. “Come on, this guy thinks you’re really cute.”

You looked at him quickly. “He knows me?”

“He was at our dance practice the other day so he saw you when you stopped by.”

You thought back to that day, trying to remember the faces of the people you didn’t know. “Which one was he?”

“I don’t remember what he was wearing. Super tall? Dark hair?”

“Super tall? Yeah, sounds just like our Hoshi,” you joked. “What, like, taller than Mingyu?”

Seungkwan shrugged.

“You’re so helpful. I don’t want to go.”

“But he was so interested,” Seungkwan pouted. “He literally wouldn’t shut up about you after you left. It was annoying but also kinda cute. He’s probably not a good… long-term boyfriend… but I just want you to go out and have fun and forget about your unrequited love for one night to see that you’re capable of being loved by other people.”

You sighed and sat on your bed, looking down at Seungkwan on the floor. You held out your hands and he quickly placed them in yours, staring up at you with a pout. “Kwan, I know I am. I’ve been in relationships before. I’m not hopelessly in love with Soonyoung. I’m actually so fine with where our friendship is at. I’m content! Let me stay content.”

He paused. “I don’t believe you, though.”

Good, you thought, that makes you a good best friend.

“You just think anyone is better than Soonyoung,” you joked to postpone your answer.

Seungkwan scoffed. “Not true. I know we argue a lot but he’s one of my best friends. I’m rooting for you and Soon… but we know that’s not… you know…”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, rubbing the back of his hand as you tried to stop thinking about Soonyoung.

You thought hard about going on the date with Seungkwan’s friend, deciding it probably couldn’t hurt to go out with this guy. If it would make Seungkwan feel better, it would be worth it. And maybe he was right, maybe it would be fun and help you get your mind off things.

“One date,” you agreed.

Seungkwan cheered, taking his hands back to stand up and tackle you in a hug. “Thank you!! It will be fun, he’s really nice and funny.”

“He better be,” you jokingly threatened, making him smile.

STEP FOUR: Realize dating other people is pointless.

He wasn’t nice and funny. Well, he was, but you couldn’t stop yourself from comparing him to Soonyoung and no one does well when compared to Soonyoung. It wasn’t fair to compare a mere mortal with the epitome of happiness and love, but you didn’t mean to.

“I never said he was a terrible person!” you defended, pouting as a few of the boys continued to make jokes about your bad date. “I said he–” you groaned, giving up as Jeonghan and Mingyu talked over you to make more jokes at your expense.

“Was he at least a good kisser?”

“I didn’t kiss him, we went on one date.”

“Give him a chance. Maybe his most redeemable quality is his kissing?” Jeonghan suggested, laughing as you groaned.

“He has redeemable qualities, I just didn’t like him in that way.”

“What’s happening?” Soonyoung asked, joining the conversation late as he fell next to you on the couch. He opted to shove himself in the small space between you and the armrest instead of anywhere else on the otherwise empty couch, leaving him half on your lap with one leg flung over yours.

“We’re talking about Y/n’s terrible date,” Wonwoo summarized.

“I never used the word ‘terrible’,” you corrected.

“Was it bad?” Soonyoung asked genuinely, eyes full of curiosity as he looked at you.

“It was fine,” you said before anyone could answer for you. “We just didn’t really click, that’s all.”

“Wasn’t it that dude who hangs around the practice room all the time?” Soonyoung asked, giggling when Seungkwan nodded. “That guy sucks.”

Half of the room broke out laughing at the abruptness, but you and Seungkwan looked at him. “What? No, he doesn’t! He’s so nice!” Seungkwan defended.

“Because all you talk to him about is dance,” Soonyoung explained, “so he always throws around compliments to suck up to you. If you talked to him about literally anything else, you’d see he’s so boring. And has bad opinions.”

“Hoshi’s just mad because he said he liked bears better than tigers,” Wonwoo teased, making Soonyoung frown.

“Nooo,” Soonyoung lied obviously. “Partly. Mostly. But he’s also boring. He’s majoring in, like, finance or something.”

“That’s an honorable field…” you defended.

“I thought you agreed he sucked,” Soonyoung looked at you with a pout.

“Aw, is Soonie jealous?” Jeonghan teased, which was purposefully ignored by both you and Soonyoung (after Soonyoung gave Jeonghan a quick, panicked look).

“I never said he sucks!” you groaned again to Soonyoung’s comment. “All I said was we didn’t click.”

“Meaning he’s boring and you won’t be going out again,” Minghao giggled.

“Does that mean he should join the ‘Rejected by Y/n Club’?” Soonyoung asked with a playful grin. “I can send him an application.”

You breathed out a laugh out of habit before processing what he said, turning to look at him. “Wait, what?”

“What? Are there enough people to make a club?” Jihoon laughed.

Soonyoung shrugged. “I guess it really only takes two to form a club,” he reasoned. “So, yeah.”

“Then who’s the other member?” you asked.

“Me?” Soonyoung said with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

The seven of you looked at him, silent except for Seungkwan’s small scream he let out before slapping his hand over his mouth and turning towards whoever was closest to him, which was an equally surprised Mingyu.

Soonyoung’s eyes widened. “What? Should I not joke about that?” he asked you, worry all over his features. He feared he crossed a line, worried there was an unspoken rule to not talk about his unrequited crush on you.

“What are you talking about?” you asked quickly after the initial shock.

“Because… you’ve rejected me?” he looked around at everyone hitting each other’s arms or giggling or smiling. “Like, because you don’t like me back? Why is everyone looking at me like that?” His cheeks were tinged with pink embarrassment, or perhaps nervousness from being the center of attention.

“Because that’s a weird joke, Soonyoung,” you brushed off, cheeks warming at his confession but convincing yourself it was a joke of some sort. You would have known if he made a move before because everything he did was done with obvious intent, and you would have never knowingly rejected Kwon Soonyoung.

He sat up, keeping his leg on you but looking more alert. “You shouldn’t feel bad for rejecting people, that wasn’t what I was saying. If you don’t like someone, then you don’t like them–”

“No, I meant it’s weird to say that I’ve rejected you,” you said awkwardly, trying to explain yourself without giving away your feelings. “You shouldn't joke about liking people.”

The room filled with awkward tension, everyone but Soonyoung knowing your feelings while Soonyoung tried to understand what was going on.

“But… you have rejected me…” he persisted shyly, cheeks glowing red when you snapped your head to look at him. “And… I do like you?”

Minghao and Wonwoo simply looked up quickly with big smiles but Seungkwan gasped loudly, following his shock with, “Hoshi! You WHAT?”

Jihoon shushed Seungkwan, pushing the younger boy’s face but had a huge grin of his own.

“You like me??” Bewilderment didn’t begin to describe your emotion at the implication of Soonyoung’s – the boy you liked for years – words. "As in, like, like me like me? Romantically? Not just in a friend way?"

“I’m so confused. I’m not… did you not know that?” Soonyoung looked around the room quickly. “Did… none of you know that?”

Your brain felt fuzzy and confused, trying to process what he was saying. For the first time in all the years of knowing him, you weren’t sure what Soonyoung was thinking or feeling or doing. It was terrifying.

Others, like Minghao who was giggling or Jeonghan who was full on laughing, found the situation to be a little more entertaining than scary.

“Can someone please say something? I’m so lost,” Soonyoung begged, looking mostly at you but occasionally letting his eyes flick to someone else in search of answers.

“Are you being serious?” you asked softly.

Soonyoung looked at you, eyes concerned and desperate but focused on you like you two were the only ones in the room and possibly in the world. “Yes,” he replied equally soft.

You just stared at him with your jaw hung open slightly, eyes wide. He had to glance behind him cautiously to make sure you hadn’t spotted a ravenous lion ready to pounce.

“Wow, look at the time,” Wonwoo coughed loudly, looking at the other friends in the room. “We have that thing we need to do, right guys?” He stood up and pulled Seungkwan up with him, who protested immediately.

“No, I need to watch this unfold!” Seungkwan cried, eyes still wide and frantic with pure shock. “Do you know how long Y/n has liked Soo–?”

Mingyu covered Seungkwan’s mouth with his hand and started pushing him towards the door.

“No way, this is better than TV,” Jeonghan giggled as he continued looking at you (still silent with shock) and Soonyoung (still wildly embarrassed). After seeing even Minghao stand up and Wonwoo’s pointed look, Jeonghan groaned and followed the others out of the room.

“Sorry for the timing,” Jihoon started, leaning down to whisper to you even though you didn’t react, “but I told you so. Never question my suspicions ever again.”

The door closed behind the five of them, leaving the room eerily silent and tense.

“Right now would be a great time for you to say something and let me know I didn’t just mess up our entire friendship,” Soonyoung mumbled, taking his leg off of yours in fear that the contact was making you uncomfortable.

“I–I just…” you stumbled, shaking your head to get your brain back in line. “I’m trying to understand… you like me back?”

“Back?” Soonyoung emphasized, before letting out a breath. “Well, that’s a good sign…” he mumbled.

“Yes, back,” you laughed, finally feeling your lungs fill with air again. He looked up at the sound and smiled. “I had no idea you liked me.”

“How? I’ve been so obvious. Even the boys have been obvious, always making jokes about me liking you and stuff. Like, Jeonghan just did it when he teased me about being jealous.”

“Soon, they make those jokes because they know I like you and are trying to tease me. I promise you no one knew you liked me. Except for Jihoon, but he was only suspicious.”

Soonyoung frowned. “Really?”

“Yeah. Why would you just assume we knew? Did you ever tell anyone that you liked me?”

“Well, no,” he admitted, pouting as he thought. “But everyone always tells me how obvious I am about my feelings. You guys know how I feel about things before I even do sometimes. So I assumed you could all tell this too. I didn’t even try to hide it…”

“You assumed wrong, idiot,” you teased, nudging his thigh with your knee. “You can’t just assume things like that.”

“What about you?” he asked. “Why didn’t you tell me you liked me?”

You paused and gave a nervous smile, realizing your hypocrisy. “Okay, I might have… also assumed some things…”

He laughed, urging you to explain.

“I know you’re expressive… so I figured – well, we all figured – if you liked me, we’d be able to easily tell because we always… know what’s going on in your head...”

Soonyoung laughed again. “You can’t just assume things like that,” he mimicked, making you laugh.

“We’re stupid.”

“The stupidest.”

You grinned at him, a new feeling blossoming in your chest now that you could stare at him without worrying you were being obvious.

“So you just never talked to anyone about me?”

“I did to Jihoon a lot, which is probably why he thought I liked you.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Seungkwan and Jeonghan with their faces smushed against the window that looked out into the hallway, trying desperately to eavesdrop on your conversation. You laughed and shooed them away with your hand but they shook their heads until Wonwoo and Minghao came back, dragging them away by their collars.

“I guess that one guy has to be alone in his club now, huh?” you sighed. “Seeing as I never rejected you in the first place.”

“To be fair, there were some times that I was incredibly obvious and you brushed me off and that feels the exact same as rejection. I literally cried one time when I got home because you– never mind. I won’t get into it.”

You looked at him quickly with guilt, your heart falling at the news. “What? I’m so sorry, I never meant– I probably brushed you off because I was too nervous to flirt back and worried about being obvious–”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he reassured softly, reaching out and grabbing your hand. “Just thought that me being affectionate all the time was a pretty big indication that I liked you…” he joked.

“Okay, but that was almost always followed by you being affectionate with someone else. So it was hard to see that as anything but platonic unless you have crushes on everyone.”

“I don’t, I don’t,” he laughed. “It’s only you. So hopefully now if I kiss your cheek or ask you to cuddle with me, you won’t think it’s just me being friendly.”

You smiled widely, cheeks warming. “I won’t. I bet if you kissed me right now I wouldn’t think you’re just being friendly either.”

“So hasty,” he teased. “Not even a date first?”

“We can go on a date but I’ve liked you for so long and have wanted to kiss you so many times and now that I know you like me I–”

Soonyoung cut off your rambling by pecking your lips, pulling away before you could even process what happened. You smiled and grabbed his face, pulling him back gently to kiss him properly. It was a little too much, Soonyoung suddenly being the center of attention for all your senses. You suddenly knew what his lips felt like on yours and what he tasted like, which was endearingly reminiscent of oranges. Both of you were too giddy and happy, breaking the kiss not long after.

“This is too much. I’m too overwhelmed,” Soonyoung admitted softly with a small laugh.

“In a bad way?” you asked.

“No. Never in a bad way,” he said, giving you one more quick kiss. “I just need to finish processing the fact you actually like me back before my brain will be okay with making out with you. Baby steps.”

You laughed but agreed, dropping your hands from his face but letting him take your hand in his.

“But how about a date?”

STEP FIVE: be glad your friends were rooting for you, but plan revenge to get back at them for profiting from painful years of pining

Despite all your friends believing that Soonyoung didn’t like you back, a few of them had bets going on relating to when, how, where, and why one of you would confess. As soon as word got around to the others that Soonyoung admitted he had a crush on you, people started paying up.

“I was so certain Y/n would confess because they got sick of being friend-zoned,” Mingyu groaned, handing Seungcheol money.

“I honestly just randomly guessed Soonyoung would say it thinking everyone knew. I just knew it wouldn’t be Y/n first so I came up with a complete shot in the dark,” he admitted with a loud laugh.

“That makes it so much more annoying.”

“Does this mean you two are going to be even more sickeningly cute than usual?” Hansol whined, watching as you wrapped your arms around Soonyoung from behind while he helped Jun cook for everyone.

“Yup,” you said. “Get over it.”

“I’ve never been happier to tell someone a second date isn’t going to happen,” Seungkwan smiled at his two best friends. “That guy asked me if you had said anything about him because he wants to ask you out again.”

“He sucks!” Soonyoung, Wonwoo, and Jeonghan shouted together, making you and everyone else laugh loudly.

“Tell him to back off,” Soonyoung said, turning around to hold you in his arms like he was protecting you.

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t have said yes even if you didn’t accidentally confess to me.”

Soonyoung rolled his eyes but couldn’t fight his smile. “That’s reassuring.”

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Just one bite?

Part 2 ~boss to bud~

Warning [¿suggestive?]

Enjoy! <3

You had one hand cupping your chin, the car under you would vibrate and hit bumps ever so often. You would look out your window the world coming a blur. You’re eyes were getting heavy at the vibrating of the car, wanting to fall asleep where you were.

Suddenly you where fully awoken by the police men, who were generous enough to give you a ride to safety, informing you that you had arrived to your destination! You slowly got yourself up, and shuffled your arm through the handling of your bag, while grabbing the other with a free hand.

“Be Safe out there {ma’am/sir}.”

The cop bid you adieu, then drove off. You waved them by when suddenly you were embraced with massive hands throwing you into the air. You squealed.

“*y/n*! How nice to see ya’!”

Bob hug you tightly, engulfing every inch of your waist with large arms.

“EEK! N-nice to see you too!” You managed to breathe out. His grip loosening a bit, still hugging you.

“Sorry lamb chops, just got a lil’ excited when you said you were comin’ over!” He stated a large grin took over his face along with a tint of red.

“How sweet of you!” You slopped a bit in his arms, charmed.

“Let’s get ya inside! Bet you’re cold and hungry.” He tossed your legs into his arms, before taking you into his humble abode. He sat you into a empty chair in the dining room, which was separated from the living room by a wall that was decorated with paintings. Your eyes flickered around the room. You never had stepped foot into your bosses house before.

The stove was giving off delightful sizzles, bob hummed to himself while cooking you up some food. You were trying to be patient, you haven’t eaten in a while. Bob then asked what had happened? What made you want to stay over?

You glanced down at the table, taking a rather shaky breath in before explaining everything. He gave a stun look, not knowing how to respond. He walked over to you, a pan in his hand and a tong in the other. Patting your back telling you, you were okay now! You felt safe with him. He slid some food into your empty plate, your eyes glistening. The Heavenly scent alone made you drool. You stuffed a fork-full into your month with no hesitation, bob would stare at you with heart in his eyes as you continuously praised and thanked him for the delicacy he made just for you.

You make conversation, you and him would throw words back and forth. Then you got a heavy feeling in your eyes, you started getting tired. Bob took notice of this and swooped you into his arms, Once again squealing softly at his sudden embrace. He was unpredictable.

He took you in the room, and gently placed you into his bed, as if you were the most delicate being in the world. Once tucked in he headed for the door,

“I’ll join you in a bit, ima clean up the kitchen first!”

He began to head off before you stopped him,

“That- that’s not necessary! I can sleep on the couch!”

You were cut off with a ‘ah!’, As he responded with a smile.

“Nonsense! Only the best for you! Besides, we wanna make sure your safe with me. We don’t want that devil guy getting to you again? Now do we?”

You hesitatingly nodded, he gave you on last smile before leaving the room. You laid yourself down, cowering in the puffy comforter that he tucked you into. You silently cried, in fear of the intruder finding you, and finishing the job. What worried you most wasn’t you getting hurt, but bob.

Soon after you started drifting off, you tears dried up on your cheeks. Light steps were heard before you fell into the warmth of slumber.

•morning• •time; 7:15•

You were awoken by the morning dove playing it’s delightful tune. Still a bit tired. You squeezed your eyes before opening them, in which you were greeted with a surprise.. Bob was spooning you. You wanted to scream but instead came a soft squeak. You didn’t want to disturb him, he looked peaceful. You try moving out of his arms but instead was pulled into his chest. You didn’t know how to react, so many emotions waved over you at once. You rested your head, taking in his embrace. The alarm went off disturbing you and him. Awoken from his slumber, one of his arms tiredly stretched over to the clock, hitting a button to make its ear-ringing screaming stop. You squeezed your eyes shut, pretending to still be asleep. Bob looked at you in awe, shifting himself a bit while messing with a strand of your hair.

“You wanna stay where you are, or do ya wanna get up?”

He teased a bit wanting to see your flustered reaction in which you obliged. You covered you face in his chest while frantically mumbling to yourself.

“Such a bashful thing you are.”

He cooed. You quickly got yourself up, and excused yourself to the bathroom, continuously tripping on your own feet to the door.

You washed your face, reaching to your tooth brush. It wasn’t there. Perhaps you left it at home.

“I’m sure I packed it somewhere-“ you mumbled under your breath. Your scavenger hunt was interrupted by bob’s gentle tapping on the door, informing you dinner was ready! You told him you’d be out in a jiffy, which was finished with a giggle.

“‘Jiffy’ heh heh, what a silly word” you muttered.

Once you gave up trying to treasure trove for a missing tooth brush. You stumbled to the dining room, which was decorated with streams of smoke, and scented of bacon! You plopped yourself in a chair, rubbing the sleep out your eyes.

He placed food on your plate. You once again inhaled it. You loved bobs cooking. The same expression in his face was equivalent to how much you enjoyed his cooking, the cooking he put his heart into.

He got himself up from the chair he was sat in and stated he was going out to shop.

“Do you need anything, doll?” He hummed.

“Nope! Nothing I can think of!” He happily responded.

As he made his way to the door, he was put to a halt when you yelled,

“WAIT WAIT WAIT!” He turned to you a bit startled by the sudden loud tone that put him to a stop.

“I need a toothbrush! And- and some munchies!”

“Munchies?”

“Like Chips! Im craving something salty!”

He gave a light frown.

“I don’t think you should be eating junk food at this time, lamb chops.”

You huffed a bit “please?”

He chuckled “I suppose I can’t get ya’ ‘em munchies, though I worry-“

“GIVE ME THEM MUNCHIES”

“Alright! Alright!” He scurried out the door before turning back and giving you a soft ‘bye’ in which you smiled as a response.

Once hearing the door click you ram to the fridge, swiftly opening it.

“Oo pickles!”

You hurried to grab the container and open the lid, enjoying that sweet, satisfying crunch of the salty and sour delicacy.

-time skip-

You slumped on the couch, having no interest in the tv nor your phone. A sudden idea popped in your head. You decided to look around the house! You got up from your pillow cocoon and shuffled around the house, opening all kinds of cabinets and drawers. Pantries and closets. Prancing all around the house until you reached the masters bedroom. You stumbled upon a particular closet which had grayish paint peeling from it. You opened the closet, greeted by oversized clothes. Your shuffled through the pants and shirts when something caught your eye. .

It was a sweater. It looked so similar to what the killer was wearing. How odd. You never saw bob where this before. Could this be a coincidence?

Suddenly you were startled by two hands squeezing your hips.

“What ‘cha doin!” He yelled, awaiting your frightened reaction.

“BOB! WHAT THE HELL!” He laughed at you at your startled own.

“Easy lamb chops! Don’t want ‘cha having a heart attack now do we?” He chuckled breathlessly, tears in his eyes.

“THEN WHY SCARE ME LIKE THAT!?” You’d yell at him, in a jokingly manner.

He leaned till your face was at level with his, his eyes half lidded.

“Because you’re too darn cute when yer startled.”

A flush of red took over your face, in shock of his response. THIS. WAS. YOUR. BOSS.

“Do- do you have my chips?” You quickly changed subject, him rising himself with a smile across his face.

“Their on the table, doll.” He said in a soft tone. You’d head out the door, leaving him where he was. He stayed behind, his smile turning into a small frown as he turned to the sweater you were ‘mesmerized’ by. He pushed the door softly, letting it close itself.

“VEGGIE CHIPS?” You yelled

The man shrugged, while smirking.

“I WANTED SOMETHING CHEESY!”

“You said salty not cheesy.” He grinned.

You huffed, tilting up your head as you marched out of the room. You were still going to eat them anyways.

You both ate a hearty meal, then headed to the couch to watch some tv. Letting him pick a movie for yall. You were already itching to grab your phone and scroll through the web. You let your impulsive thought take over, grabbing your phone that was resting in your pocket, then unlocking it.

Bob watched over your shoulder for a bit, before snatching your phone.

“Nuh-uh we are watchin’ this! Not fidgeting with your lil gadget!”

You whined “but I wanna see if-“

Bob cut you off by shushing you,

“Nope can’t do that, dove!”

“Hmph!” You responded in which left him to chuckle.

“Heh. . How cute.”.

You paused, not by bashfulness, not this time. Those words. That voice. It was so familiar-

Your thoughts were interrupted by bob eruption of laughter. Which brought a smile on your face.

He was more than your boss

He was a friend.

I swear part three will be much better. Anyways thank you for reading!

#bob velseb x reader #spooky month #bob velseb #yandere #fanfic #just a bite #i don’t know how to use tags

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