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[cassidymb121]

OMG It's You…(Part 9)

YouTube!Fem reader x Stray Kids

Summary: Y/N’s YouTube channel is taking off after her reactions to Stray Kids MV God’s Menu. Now she’s making videos nonstop along with working a full time job. What would happen if she got offered a job of a lifetime and met the boys of her succession?

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Lots of feelings, hidden secrets, Felix being a genius 🤔, (lmk if I missed anything)

🏷️ : @laylasbunbunny @weirdowithaphone @silverstarburst @jusanontstuff @anxiousskylar @drewsandsebastianswife @amararosesblog @niaalove (Taglist open)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 2.5 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 6.5 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

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Previously on OMG It’s You

Lee Know finally decides to take action so they can both concentrate on what's important. As Lee Know strides towards the door and reaches for the knob, he is taken aback to find his Leader standing there, hand poised to knock. They lock eyes, and Chan slowly lowers his hand. "Hey, I was just coming to see if you wanted to talk."

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Third Person POV

The boys sat silently on Lee Know’s bed, hesitant to break the quiet. It was as if they were at a loss for words. Finally, Chan gathered the courage to start the conversation. “I'm sorry for not telling you earlier. I know an apology can't undo what's happened, but I…” Before he could finish, Lee Know interrupted.

“Chan Hyung, it's not just about the lies. I trusted you with things that no one else knows. We promised each other no secrets, but then I learned from another member that you weren't honest about your feelings for Y/N. Do you know how much I wanted to punch you? I had to hold back because you're my leader and hyung. I had to let out my frustration at the gym instead." Lee Know looked away from Chan, his frustration evident.

Chan gazes down at his hands, nervously wringing them together. "I'd let you do it; I deserve it," he mutters. Lee Know looks at Chan with concern and lets out a sigh. He carefully considers how to approach the situation. After a moment, he sits down next to Chan. "You don't deserve to be punched in the face. Punched in the arm? Maybe, but I won't do that," he says gently. Chan looks at Lee Know, nodding in understanding. After some more silence goes by, Lee Know speaks up again.

“So why didn't you tell us? Were you worried about how we would react?" Chan stares at the wall, lost in thought. "You all loved her. At first, I did, too, but it felt like Stays was always talking about her non-stop. Did I try to stop it? No, I just put on a brave face and pretended to be okay. But hearing about her made me feel more and more frustrated." He looks at Lee Know. "I kept quiet because I didn't want to be seen as attention-seeking. I thought you guys would think I was overreacting. That's why I stayed silent.”

Before Lee Know responded, Chan continued, "I knew I could trust you with my feelings without judgment. But every time you talked about her, it was hard for me. I wanted to tell you many times but feared ruining our friendship. Then I saw that video of her, and it changed everything. Even when you were there for me, I struggled with these feelings. I was torn between wanting to move on and wanting to tell you the truth. I eventually decided to tell her, but I regret not being honest with you. I'm sorry.”

Lee Know nodded, gently taking his Hyung’s hand into his own. "The next time you feel this way, please don't hesitate to confide in me. You're not seeking attention; you're simply struggling with conflicting emotions. I believe you should have asked Stays to refrain from constantly discussing her. They likely would have respected your feelings if you had asked them to stop. Regardless, what's done is done. From now on, if you ever experience those emotions again, please promise me you'll tell me. It may dampen my spirits a little, but I'd much rather that happen than for you to endure that terrible feeling again, okay?" Chan nodded, offering a small smile to Lee Know.

The duo delved into discussions about life and the whirlwind of their MANIAC Tour schedules. Little did they know they were hiding a significant secret - they had been in contact with Y/N without the other's knowledge. The tension of withholding this information from each other added an intriguing layer to their interactions, creating a sense of anticipation for when the truth would eventually come to light.

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Over time, the pair made a habit of messaging Y/N whenever they found a free moment. They eagerly shared details about their activities and expressed how much they wished she could join them. They also sent photos of themselves and their members. One member noted how his two older brothers constantly smiled at their phones.

He didn't pay much attention to it at first, but his curious mind couldn't help but piece together all the instances where he noticed a change in their behavior. Chan seemed noticeably happier after their big argument, and Lee Know constantly kept his phone by his side. Even Han, of all people, got scolded by Lee Know for taking his phone and dashing off with it once. Lee Know nearly strangled him that day. Felix reflected on this change, which occurred right after they watched the last video of Y/N.

"Did they give their numbers to Y/N?" Suddenly, it clicked in his mind, and everything fell into place! It seems like they've been acting as though they're talking to a girl for the first time. Felix also noticed changes in Y/N's behavior. She appears to be much happier these days, and in one video, her phone kept chiming with notifications, and she just laughed it off as if it were a friend sending her reels or videos from Instagram. Felix has a prominent theory about this, and the timing makes it all the more convincing.

Felix keeps this to himself since his brothers have been getting along better. Although he has his theory, Felix understands that there's a high chance he could be wrong and a slight chance that he could be right. He's hoping that whatever unfolds doesn't stir up more tension within the group.

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Y/N’s POV

I haven't shared the news about my move to South Korea or leaving my previous job. It's been tough, especially with Chan and Minho constantly contacting me, sending photos, and wanting to talk. I initially enjoyed our conversations, but it became increasingly difficult as I kept a major secret from them. I longed to confide in them, but my pride convinced me they could wait and that I wasn't a priority in their lives.

I've been focused on creating many content videos to stay ahead of the game. I know the transition to a new place will take some time. Fortunately, MNet has already prepared a recording space for me, and it's breathtaking. The setup is so impressive that even gamers would be envious. They consulted me on how I wanted the room to be arranged, and I provided them with all the details. They truly exceeded my expectations with the final result. I can't wait to see the room in person - it's every content creator's fantasy come true.

I snapped out of my daydreams and refocused on the task at hand: packing.

I've moved before, but this time feels different. I've meticulously organized the shipment of my belongings and planned to follow shortly after by plane. This isn't just a move across the state; it's a leap of faith, trusting that everything will arrive intact and nothing will be lost. Dealing with this has been quite stressful. A few of my new co-workers have already offered to help, which I appreciate.

I find it challenging to accept assistance, especially from individuals I don't know well. I am pretty particular about my belongings, and needing help to move them into an unfamiliar place makes me uneasy. Additionally, I've purchased items for the new apartment that have already been delivered there. While I can manage the items currently at the new place, I will require assistance to move the rest of my belongings.

After countless hours packing my belongings, the shipping company finally arrived to collect everything. MNet had emphasized the importance of caring for my items and ensuring their safe delivery. I received a reassuring call from the company's CEO, who guaranteed they would take great care of my belongings and ensure they arrived in the same condition as when they were picked up.

Now, all that needed to be done was to get ready for bed, as I had a long trip ahead of me. The anticipation and excitement for this new chapter in my life made it impossible to fall asleep. Before settling in for the night, I meticulously went through the bags I planned to take, ensuring I had everything I needed. As part of my nighttime routine, I took a melatonin supplement to help me fall asleep. Until then, I will continue to imagine and anticipate the experience when I finally get there.

(A/N: And so the plot thickens! What are they going to do when they both find out they've keep similar secrets?? Only time will tell 😏😏)

[dhampiravidi]

a second chance at death (and happiness)

Achilles had known that he would choose glory over a long life the moment he won his first duel. Granted, that duel had been against Patroclus, who he had already fallen in love with. The two vowed to bathe in the Lethe together once they reached Elysium, so they could have one or more lives together somewhere else. They shared the same heart, so they should share the same adventures.

And then Patroclus died, killed by Hector while wearing Achilles's armor. Achilles had never known grief like that before, and his only comfort was the visit from his beloved's ghost, after he'd tried to bury all his pain with Hector's. When Apollo's arrow, guided by Paris, found its home in Achilles's tendon, he cried out of course, but he was glad. He could tell by the strength of the poison (and how it sapped his own) that it was going to kill him. For a second, he remembered kind Chiron, and his own son Neoptolemus--and he pushed their memories aside. Achilles would be with his missing half as soon as he closed his eyes...

He found himself in the Fields of Asphodel, where he and the other shades, ghosts with hardly any color, wandered aimlessly between plain trees, only able to groan as opposed to talk. With a heavy heart and rage directed at the gods, Achilles sat and wept. Patroclus had gone to Elysium--why wouldn't he?--but Achilles had been damned. It felt like forever before he and all the other shades' attention was drawn to something with an enticing scent that seemed familiar...ah, blood. The thing that landed him in his own personal Hell. But he never expected to see Odysseus, solid and alive in Hades. As soon as he got the chance, Achilles warned the man against dying, explaining his own suffering. Odysseus had always been a person who commanded respect, and yet Achilles did not truly understand why until the hero convinced Lord Aidoneus himself to resurrect Achilles.

The king of Hades would warn Achilles against being impious in any way, but Achilles already knew. He would not mess up his chances at an afterlife (or another life) with Patroclus. And maybe he'd get to see his son after all--according to Odysseus, Neoptolemus should've grown up and married. Achilles had a brief reunion with his mother (a big hug and lots of kisses on his cheeks), then went to join Odysseus.

"I hope I'm not too late," Achilles said, only walking up to the older man once he and his people were done burying their friend. He held out his hand, thankful for the opportunity. Just breathing fresh air felt like a blessing, though it was far from the kind Achilles desired. "You quite literally saved my life. I am in your debt."

@eternaljunkyard

[silencedrage]

Every time she's told that someone has come to talk to her, a part of her perks up, wondering if Tai or Van are actually keeping their promise to come visit, and that part is inevitably disappointed when it's just another psychiatrist who looks at her with those pitying, dismissive eyes. Each moment passes in a familiar haze, made up of medications and dissociation, and it's all Lottie can do to stay present enough to answer the never-ending stream of questions pointed her way. Either it's doctors or nurses or other medical professionals, or police and their inquiries into what happened that night. She responds to them to the best of her ability, trying to swim through the murky depths of her brain.

Once again, she is led to one of the private rooms that they use for "discussions" that end up more like interrogations, and she waits. The only sign of any anxiety is her fingers fidgeting slightly against each other, but to anyone else, she still looks the very picture of poise. Straight spine, demure expression on her face, the Matthews mask perfected over so many years. When the door finally opens, a stranger walks in, though there's something about this woman that feels different than the others who've come to see her. She doesn't know what exactly, but Lottie sits up just a little straighter and folds her hands together on the table in front of her.

"Good afternoon," she greets the other woman softly, nodding to the chair on the other side of the table. "How can I help you today?" // plotted starter for @superintcndent

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Duck

Flag(s): Progress, lesbian, gay, bi, trans, genderfluid, nonbinary, asexual, and aromantic.

Shape(s): Fluffy circle with sparkles

Requested by: @the-decapod

Anyone can use, credit appreciated but not required.

[puppyeared]

XIN YA MOMENT

[eyeless-smiles]

@thecreativeforge | Closed RP

The dig has been going on for about a week, now. And the Corinthian has decided he's not particularly keen on this whole security detail business.

Especially if it means getting barked at by some nobody who calls themselves head of security. And sharing a tent with other mercenaries? The Nightmare wouldn't mind it if they were a bunch of hot young men down to fuck the night away. But at best, maybe two of them are passable by Corinthian's standards. And they're both fucking straight.

And Rashad's out sticking his hands in dirt all day, so why should his lavish tent go to waste? The Corinthian wasted no time in making himself quite at home in the noblemans dwelling. Currently sprawled out on silken sheets like a cat basking in sunlight. Enjoying the lavishness of it all whilst he idlly flicks through the covers of an old tome he found on Rashad's desk. Gawking at the historical inaccuracies mortals have managed to weave about their own pasts.

@thecreativeforge

[good-beanswrites]

Just wanted to plant an idea if you wanted a bit of fuel: Mahiru asking Yuno to come to her cell before everything goes down.

Edit: I forgot the ask didn't say it but this is part of Kyanako's incredible Order Of Attack AU!

Didn't mean for this to become a mini Mappi study but here we are ✨ Thank you for the request! I fully intended to write them hanging out, but it's more right before they hang out lol. Went a bit on-the-nose with foreshadowing, but isn't that the fun part? It has become Emotional Over Mahiru Hour...

I kept things vague, but TW for mentioning her boyfriend's state of potential self-harm

Mahiru tried not to act superstitious, she really did. As much as she loved the idea of little luck charms, or avoided easy signs of misfortune, it was easier to keep quiet about such ridiculous things.

Maybe catching a bride’s bouquet meant no guarantees; maybe there was no real harm in stepping underneath ladders, maybe a coin tossed into a fountain had no real magic to its wish. However, the one thing she knew for sure held power was a lucky presence. Being in the right place at the right time could alter everything. And today was the right time for something. There was this waiting in the air. The prison had been holding its breath. Mahiru knew it was time to release it all.

“You must be so lonely, why don’t you let big sis Mahiru keep you company?” She beamed at Amane.

She often recalled the good fortune that she and a certain young man had crossed paths on the university terrace. She used to laugh with him about the wonderful coincidence of bumping into each other outside of the bakery, then the convenience store. 

Though she’d never spoken about it to him, she was also grateful for many occasions where she walked in on him at the precise moment to talk him out of something reckless. She always told him that they’d do everything together. He didn’t need to be alone anymore. 

“I wish to be alone. I need peace of mind to think.” Amane turned away from the cell door.

It was a good thing, too. Mahiru’s smile wasn’t as convincing as she said, “o-oh. Of course.”

She made her way around the panopticon, hearing Fuuta pace his cell in anticipation. He must have felt it too, this holding of breath. 

Or perhaps not. He turned down her offer for a bit of company, including a few more colorful words than Amane had. Mahiru just apologized for bothering him and headed back to her cell. She wasn’t sure where Mikoto was at this hour, but she didn’t feel like smiling through a third rejection.

She shook her head back and forth. She wished the motion could rattle the voices inside, she wished she could shake them all away. With her arms secured in place she could no longer cover her ears. She used to hum to keep them at bay, but lately they’d been too loud to stifle. They just kept on talking.

Their words told her the two were right. Nobody needed her company. No – nobody wanted it. Being together hadn’t helped her boyfriend. In fact, being together had been the very thing that got him killed. No wonder Amane and Fuuta wanted to avoid her. 

So then, this was for the best. She would rather deal with the brief sting of refusal than stumble in one day to find them hurt… or worse. As much as she tried to avoid the superstition of it all, the voices reminded her that her very presence could mean life or death. 

“Mappi, are you alright?” Mahiru hadn’t realized a tear had slipped down her cheek until she hurried to swipe it away in front of Yuno. 

“Hah, I’m fine! Just fine.” It was impossible to fool her, Mahiru had learned, but that never stopped her from trying. 

At least she always spoke tactfully. “Rough morning?”

Mahiru shifted her arms in her uniform, making a small sound of agreement.

“Can I do anything to help? What if I stay with you for a bit? I can do your hair, and…”

The voices were right. Amane and Fuuta knew it, too. Presences did hold power, and Mahiru’s was cursed.

But she would sound foolish admitting such a fear to Yuno. She'd heard plenty from the voices about how stupid and airheaded she was, there was no use in getting the same lecture from someone as grounded as her.

Mahiru managed a weak protest, unable to explain her real reasoning. Yuno was insistent. She didn’t give much of a choice. Could she feel the strangeness of the prison, as well? 

At last, Mahiru allowed her shoulders to sag. Yuno was lucky. And kind. Having her nearby would do her good. Amane and Fuuta would be alright. Mahiru had tried spending more time with them after verdicts were announced. Now, she made a mental note to pull back. If her love couldn’t save anyone, at least she could spare them from her curse. They would be safe. 

“Yes. Please stay. The truth is... I don't want to be alone.”

[angelsdvsts]

↪ closed for @rcseglds | inspo ♡

lips pouts wide eyes meet the other as she lets out a sigh, "why are you being so mean?"

[lcngdays]

@bloodbared // plotted

Temperance wasn't sure what it was about him.

Richter had never made much of an impression on them before. But they'd sailed through high school without a care in the world. They hardly noticed anything or anyone. He'd probably been there, and they just hadn't been paying attention, and then they'd left town.

Unfortunate circumstances led them back home, but that didn't mean they were going to give up on the Youtube grind. It was what was paying off their student loans, of course, so there wasn't much choice either way. They were back and looking for new leads on anything paranormal and they found him.

Temp had sat through the interview easily. Asked all the right questions at all the right times. Responded appropriately. Laughed when they were meant to, all the great things an interviewer did, they did. Things had a tendency to come easy to them, after all. But they were more than just enjoying the interview, they were enraptured by it. By him.

Maybe it was wrong, or weird to be so attracted to a man telling them about all the spilled guts he'd seen but they couldn't help themself. There was just something about him. Maybe it was their similar interests? Maybe it was having someone so engaged in what they were doing and saying? They didn't know. By the time the interview was over, Temperance was practically squirming in their seat.

They smile at Richter, glancing back at their camera set up. They stand and move to turn it off. Normally they'd leave it on to catch some post production, maybe some b-roll, anything like that. But not tonight. Tonight, they were going to shoot their shot. And who knew? Maybe luck would be on their side.

"listen." Their voice is casual. "i'm not normally so bold..."

Not on things like this, anyway. They'd only ever had one partner sexually and that had been one of the most awkward and uncomfortable experiences of their life.

"but like... i think you're really hot. and that was an amazing interview. and as much as i'd love to get to work on post-production... maybe." They stroll over to him, lightly lay a hand on his shoulder. "maybe we could spend a little more time together tonight?"

[mrthenarrator]

Oh no. It’s employee #427 and #432!! Well 427 isn’t necessarily a threat. He is just sitting with a bucket. But 432 wishes to cause chaos! What do you do? @bucket-enthusiast @timekeeper-432

Oh goodness.

I suppose it would rather depend on what type of chaos Employee 432 intends on doing! If the chaos happens to relate to the Parable -and by extension- the game being broken, I might have to do something about it. I'm unsure as to what I may do just yet, however I sincerely hope we will never get to find out.

However, I am rather glad Stanley is simply with his bucket. While I may have to have a chat with him regarding his relationship with the bucket, I suppose it is better than any chaos that might about to occur.

[unicornondeck]

Flint was unpredictable which in a way he was familiar with, but this was also an incredibly specific brand of it, he thought to himself. Their interactions are tumultuous as of late. He believed he could continue, trying to learn his patterns, to little avail thus far. After everything that had happened lately from the storm that he made them sail through to everything else, Izzy felt like he needed around two weeks' worth of sleep, which he knew he would never receive in this line of work. Izzy's feelings had been even more mixed as they began sailing again. The late nights, exchanging somewhat flirtatious glances with the Captain. Izzy knew what he himself felt, but it would be incredibly difficult to navigate.

These feelings were exceedingly difficult for him. The man had given similar looks, which only made it more difficult. With any other person, he felt like he could handle it out in the open. However, this time he was not so sure. He was up on deck as the evening had begun to close in on them. As he was assisting with the rigging, he caught Flint's eye as he turned around, gaze focused on him as he approached. He invited Izzy to his cabin to speak and Izzy would of course oblige his request.

It was around thirty minutes later that Izzy made his way to the cabin, a feeling of uncertainty clenching his stomach. He walked in slowly, closing the door behind him. Then, he turned, regarding him as he walked closer. As he viewed Flint sitting behind his desk, Izzy put a hand on his baldric as he began to speak. "You wanted to talk with me, Captain?"

@avastyetwats

[rubydavenport]

@sirenmaiakelly location: the Monarch's Club

Rumour had it that Maia lived in Greywood, which pleased Ruby greatly. There weren't many thieves and con artists that had a touch that she admired, but Maia was amongst them. Naturally, that meant she enquired about where Maia worked exactly. Thankfully, being a vampire had its perks -- humans were easy to compel. The Monarch's Club was no Elysium, but naturally, she was only biased because there wasn't much in the way of food or drink that enticed her the way blood did. To be fair, Elysium was one of a kind.

It didn't take Ruby long to locate Maia and she politely watched her friend complete her dance with admiration. Maia was good, really good, although that was no surprise. Maia was good at everything she did, from what Ruby could tell. "Hi," she said with a grin. "Beautiful as ever," she complimented sincerely. A little flirting never hurt. "You got time for an old friend? I'm hoping to convince you to ditch these plebeians for me."

[silencedrage]

TAISSA TURNER ( @perfectionreached ) wanted [ AWAKE ]:     the sender, unable to sleep, gets up to go for a walk, and finds that the receiver is also unable to sleep.

She is trembling still, partially from the adrenaline and partially from the cold. Her knuckles alternate from aching so sharply that they burn, to going numb from the bitter wind that sweeps around her. Although the worst of the storm that had trapped them has passed, the night is clear, which only makes it colder where they are. She could walk to where she buried her son, she thinks suddenly. She could stay with him, to make sure he wasn't afraid. Even in the dark, she can picture the road back to him, like a tether guiding her back and she moves for the first time in what is probably an hour at least. Or.. she tries to. Her muscles are locked in place and Shauna lurches into the snow with a hiss as her bloody knuckles sink into the cold once more.

It takes a few minutes for the feeling to return to her legs, for her body to remember how to activate and fire each ligament until she is staggering to her feet, leaning against the edge of the porch heavily. She can't hear anything from inside and Shauna thinks maybe she's been out here longer than she thought, maybe the others have gone to sleep so she wouldn't have to look at their accusatory eyes, but the idea of going back in doesn't cross her mind, even though she knows the logical conclusion of her staying out all night.

Shauna takes half a step away from the house when the door opens, and she can see Taissa's curls dimly backlit from the fire inside. She swallows hard and looks at her friend, shoulders rounded in, a complete shift from the beast she'd become earlier. She had exhausted her pain on Lottie's battered body, at least for tonight, and her fingers fidgeted at her makeshift gloves to pull them down her raw, scraped knuckles, like a child about to be scolded. Or worse, maybe she would be ignored entirely, cast out like Jackie even though she would actually deserve that. "Tai?"

[alterhuman-culture-is]

uncanny-valley-abomination introject culture is reverse image searching art of yourself and feeling validated when google labels it "supernatural creature"

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[wiildroses]

It was RARE for Cha Hyeon to get a day off. She was far too much of a work-a-holic for her own good. However, she very much did prioritize the time she had off and her self care. So when she had the day off, she was quick to scroll through her contacts to call up Victoria. "Hey, when are you FREE? I was thinking we could go wine tasting. I haven't gone in a while, do you know any good places we haven't tried yet?" She leaned the phone against her shoulder as she carefully finished applying the rest of her skincare routine.

@dandeliicns ; ♡'d

[claytcnjeong]

closed starter: @romanphoenix

"Yeah I can't say who my favorite artist is...would it be cliche if I said Billie Eilish? Maybe I should pick one that is more manly and say AC/DC." Clayton laughed and walked along side the other, "Just kidding, I don't care much about rock...especially 80s. My father though, he would always blast it while working and I think it got to the point I can't stand it. What about you?"