#i shall answer he other one in my inbox tomorrow :3

[necroangelz]

bored, so gunna do yur ask game... 💌 and/or 🫀 pwease.^⁠_⁠^^⁠_⁠^ hru today btw! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

help this has been in my inbox for a few days oops im so sorry... i drafted up the first half of this post last friday but i forgot to continue it and i had no energy... anyways

as of right now i havent been that great, my mood swings r going crazy and im stressed over a test tomorrow, although i did a lot of thrifting on friday and saturday and bought lots of nice stuff! i'll post my entire .. "thrifting haul" when i feel like it...

emoji answers below! i decided to answer both. my answer for the heart emoji is very... long.......... but what do uu expect from an infodump?

『 💌 』

a quote or song lyric

muse just realized on muses pinned post it says "song" instead of "song lyric" erm... it's supposed to be song lyric help anyway

“ Come then, and let us pass a leisure hour in storytelling, and our story shall be the education of our heroes. ” -Plato, Republic Book II

wow, look at the intellectual internet angel, quoting Plato /s the quote is also referenced in the secret history by Donna Tartt (hir latest obsession) at the very beginning of the book ^_^ shi doesn't really know what to say, shi just really really likes this quote! shi likes very grand lines like this—the way that a simple leisure story can become an influence to the next generation of great heroes... there's something so alluring about it.

『 🫀 』

a game i played + an infodump

the free visual novel cemetery mary by arcadekitten! i really love cemetery mary and i can go on about it for hours, which is why i'll keep this infodump short bc i might just be typing here for hours and i wont get any sleep.

it's about a girl named mary anta (design is based on a manta ray), whose parents had mysteriously vanished without a trace one day. there's rumors of a killer in her city, called the blackwood butcher, and she suspects that her parents disappeared because of the butcher. she also texts a 'mysterious number' that claims her parents are alive and well.

she may look scary in the title screen but don't be fooled! she's a sweet and soft girl who simply has darker interests (such as the concept of death and cemeteries, as the title suggests).

here's mary hanging out with the other characters—crowven, twyla, and reginald. the player can pursue a route with any of these characters where mary will hang out with them and get closer to them. each route has a vastly different story and even genre/theme, and they lead to their own good and bad endings. i feel like it's easy to get the bad endings at first though... and they can get veeerrryyy VERY fucked up. there is also a true ending which is very entertaining and mysterious but leads to a happy ending.

i have about 42 hours in the game. yeah i got very obsessed with it... i like visual novels a lot and despite the occasional fucked up moments i enjoy CM because it's very chill and the characters are written well. and there's just something about how the game is designed that scratches my brain.

i got introduced to the game by a friend 2-ish years ago. we don't talk anymore but i liked that friend a lot... i didn't start playing CM until a few months later though

also just look at mary rn. SHE'S SO SILLY AAAHH I LOVE HER how can one not adoooreee her?????/

anyway let me just speedrun describing the 3 route characters rn

too lazy to find a better photo of him rn—this is crowven corvuson, design is based on a crow, and he's mary's cousin. except they're not blood related but they see each other as family. i don't interact with the fandom but i can imagine the discourse they would have about crowven and mary.

crowven is emo, moody, smokes weed, and has anger issues. his parents are dead. he lives together with mary. he gets up to secret business.

AAAAAHHH EHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHE this is twyla sophio, design based on an owl, this isn't her main "look" though, this is her outfit for a party. she's filthy rich, she's toxic, she's manipulative, and she's relentless to uncover the identity of the blackwood butcher. she also has some kind of rivalry with crowven (apparently it's accurate to nature where owls and crows have beef irl)

i am very very very in love with twyla in a normal way and i ship her and mary together

lastly, reginald tetra, design based on a pufferfish. this also isn't his main look, but he's so handsome here. i don't really like him that much but there's some certain scenes that make me like him...

he's your local average guy. he's so average. he's so normal. there's nothing wrong with him. i swear

he also has a littol tiny crush on mary :3 they develop a nice bond

ok thats it infodump over

#🎮﹕ press start 𝜗𝜚 ︵

[elysianslove]

ay yo? lmao haiiiii any chance we can get some haikyuu boys and nicknames they'd call their s/o? a lil deprived of kageyama, so if possible can you pls include him?? i hope you're doing well :)

omg wait i remember seeing this in my inbox and planning on answering it but i ,,, i forgot :( im sorry :( but here it is lovely <3 

HAIKYUU BOYS AND NICKNAMES 

ANGEL ! — 

akaashi; out of all his nicknames for you, this is his favorite!! he just thinks it’s very fitting for you, because you’re nothing short of ethereal for him. loves to say it when he’s first greeting you or as he kisses you gn or!!! when he says thank you :) 

osamu; it slips sometimes with him!! not his go-to but it’s very familiar on his tongue when it comes to you, and that’s very endearing :,) just slips casually when he’s asking you a question like, “angel, do we need milk?”  

daichi; omg he usually adds to it and it ends up being some cheesy stuff like “angel-face” and it makes you all flustered because wtf man :( and he always says it while laughing teasingly too ugh :( 

suna; suna has the cheesiest nicknames for you and you cannot convince me otherwise, and you can never tell if it’s genuine or ironic but,,, it doesn’t matter. he sounds so sweet calling you “angel” so whatever :) 

aran; this man. this man. he says it cause he knows it has you weak. he says it so lovingly, so sweetly, so casually, so suave and relaxed and his voice is so smooth and deep. who wouldn’t be swooning over him??? 

aone; AONE AONE PLS AONE PLEASE. he’d just think it’s such a sweet and kind and soft nickname and he likes the way it sounds when it’s whispered and he thinks nothing is more perfect than nicknaming you angel and he says it all the time like “ok, angel,” and “see you tomorrow, angel,” and, “love you, angel,” and it’s so quiet but so sweet hwbwjsjd 

oikawa; he’s about to be in 90% of these cause he’ll be calling you anything but your name. is it because he wants to be annoying and to get on your nerves? or is it because he genuinely means it? the world will never know. you’re not even sure he himself does. 

DOLL ! — 

matsukawa; are you kidding me this is his. it’s HIS. he sounds so hot saying it and he looks so hot saying it and he’s so charming and it’s so like easy on his tongue. and he has a slight drawl to it too and he always says it with this aura of relaxation and ease it’s so hot. he just. he loves it. he loves you. you love it. the world is a better place. 

atsumu; he thinks he’s way cooler than he is when he says it. you suppose he is pretty hot when he calls you doll but you’re not gonna tell him that!!! it’s not his go-to but you can catch it slipping off his tongue every once in a while. 

kuroo; yesyesyes he loves it. only ever says it when he’s so up close and personal with you like cups your cheeks and hovers his lips against yours like, “heya, doll,” and he’s just so handsome. ugh. 

kageyama; at the start of your relationship, kageyama called you by your name and nothing else!! but then he had like this talk w someone and they asked him what he calls you and he realized like,,, am i supposed to be doing it differently??? spent so long just searching up “cute nicknames for my s/o” and then he found “doll” and was like ok. i’ll try. and he tried!! and it stuck!! plus timeskip kags calling you doll??? that’s so hot bye

oikawa; this might be the only sincere nickname he has for you cause everything else is either to provoke you or to be cringy and annoying. and i’m sure you prefer doll over sweet cheeks and pumpkin pie and cinnamon whatever like you hungry tōru?? anyways he loves loves loves calling you doll cause he thinks it’s such a ? smooth and serene nickname? and his voice always gets deeper and quiet when he says it so!!!! 

SUNSHINE ! — 

hinata; please he is all the sunshine, but he always claims that you’re the true sun in his life. idk hinata would be so lame yet so cute like that :( and he always says it with such a big grin he’s so cute pls :( 

tendō; he’s so cute he’s so cute he’s so cute !!!!! your contact name is “my sunshine” definitely definitely definitely. he is literally in love with you and wants the whole world to know it. he loves screaming it out for everyone to hear but also absolutely adores like hugging you from behind and whispering in your ear as he kisses your cheek, “hey, sunshine.” :(((((

kenma; kenma doesn’t wanna think too hard on the whole nicknames thing but he also does kind of sort of really wants to call you something special and the first thing that pops in his head is sunshine. first time he used it you were Shocked but he was acting nonchalant about it (read: freaking out on the inside) and you were like “ok guess im sunshine now.” and you are his sunshine to this day. 

BABY/BABE ! — 

atsumu; it’s easy and it’s endearing!! he personally loves being called babe but he loves hugging you close to him after a long day and just sighing, “hey, baby,” like. he loves it okay. he thinks it’s perfect cause it fits and cause it’s like kinda traditional yk!! 

bokuto; he loves calling you baby cause he just cannot fathom that you’re his like he loves to always say it!!! and he loves how casual it is too like he can just call you that?? that’s so cool?? 

iwaizumi; again with the traditional but endearing and fitting. he doesn’t have to think too hard on it, but also it still means something and is more than just your name or a shorter version of it. also he sounds so hot calling you baby or babe idk i just know it. 

hanamaki; king of “babe! babe :( babeeee! babee. babe come on! babe! baby :(” you’re 99% sure he’s just provoking you at this point. like say babe one more time. but he actually loves resorting to baby, especially when you’re upset and he wants to be as endearing and kind as he can to you. 

daichi; very traditional too tbh. honestly when you two first started dating it was all he could think of saying without feeling awkward or feeling like he was trying too hard. later on when he started to feel more comfortable and more secure he got more creative. 

nishinoya; he has been waiting for this moment his whole life. the moment he can actually call someone his baby or babe. it’s his favorite and possibly only nickname (aside calling you pretty or gorgeous or handsome) and it will always be. 

MY LOVE ! —

akaashi; definitely definitely definitely calls you “my love” like i am 100% sure of this. akaashi is just so. he’s just so romantic but it’s also so unintentional? he says it because it feels natural and it feels right like you are his love after all, aren’t you? 

sakusa; he’s not one for elaborate nicknames honestly, and he feels like “my love” is the right balance of sweet, kind, fitting, and subtle and serene. it’s not doing too much but it’s also doing more than enough yk? also people that look like they would wear a trench coat/blazer and a turtleneck beneath also look like they would use the term “my love” hence sakusa and akaashi. 

tendō; i am telling you guys he is a simp. the loveliest simp ever. he says it so sweetly too like it genuinely makes your tummy twist and heart backflip when you hear him say it cause you can hear how genuine he is in his words oh my god. 

kita; he just !!! he is just husband material okay!!! he is so endearing and he says it in the softest most genuine voice ever and it’s literally his go to because yes you are his love you’re his entire world!!! he loves you!! he wants you to know it every time he calls out to you!! 

BUNNY/PUPPY ! —

bokuto; ARE YOU KIDDING ME. HE LOVES IT. he. loves it. he just finds it so cute and like. he loves the way he associates it with you now. prefers puppy over bunny but like. he loves both. he adores both. 

matsukawa; calls you bunny all the time. not more than doll, but it’s definitely so common. he won’t use it around others not because it’s embarrassing but more because he kinda wants it to be just a thing between the two of you, honestly. 

kenma; IT SLIPPED ONCE AND HE WAS LIKE. A DEER CAUGHT IN THE HEADLIGHTS. he calls you bunny!! sometimes, not always. when he wants something from you mostly. “pass me the water.” “no.” “bunny please :(” it works like magic every time. 

oikawa; oh my god can you imagine??? he loves it so much because one, he thinks it’s such a cute nickname props to whoever decided let’s use pets as literal pet names, but also two, he thinks nothing describes you or fits you better. you are just his bunny :( his puppy :( he loves you :( 

kageyama; timeskip kageyama calls you puppy. i have nothing more to say.

hinata; timeskip hinata calls you puppy. again, i shall say no more. 

suna; hello !!! he loves to call you bunny and/or puppy. the feel of satisfaction he gets when he calls you that like ,,, he feels like you’re properly his yk? yk.

KITTEN ! — 

kuroo; this one is for him and only him. 

LOVELY ! — (maybe sweetheart too) 

osamu; is there anything more beautiful than a tired osamu snuggling up to yoi and with a deep gravely voice saying, “missed you, lovely,” ? no there is not. it’s his favorite nickname for you, and he uses it all the time!! kisses your forehead as he leaves and tells you, “have a good day, lovely,” and comes back home and says, “hiya, lovely,” and tilts his head when you wanna talk to him about something like, “what’s up lovely?” cause you are his lovely, you’re his loveliest. 

sugawara; i have no other explanation other than i can picture it perfectly. he thinks it’s the best choice of a pet name he’s ever chosen and thought of. and he loves the smile on your face whenever he says it, he thinks it’s the sweetest thing ever <3 

BAE ! —

hanamaki; is it a joke? is it not? both. 

okay im sure i missed so many boys but i can’t think of any rn bc it’s like. hella late :( but i wanted to put something out for you guys!! point is, if i didnt mention a boy and you want to know, send me an ask!! and if i didn’t mention a nickname and you want to know that too? send me an ask well!! ill be happy to answer it <3 

love u all mwah <3 

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #akaashi x reader #miya osamu x reader #daichi x reader #suna x reader #aran x reader #aone x reader #oikawa x reader #matsukawa x reader #hanamaki x reader #iwaizumi x reader #kuroo x reader #kageyama x reader #hinata x reader #tendo x reader #kenma x reader #miya atsumu x reader #bokuto x reader #sakusa x reader #nishinoya x reader #sal’s fluff tag <3

[writing-for-amusement]

Commission for Confidence, 2

Summary:  Y/N has been struggling with her self esteem for years. After incessant pushing from your best friend, Y/N decides to commission an artist to draw her, expecting everything to happen via Internet. However, when your phone is stolen, you try to cancel the commission, but Peter Parker has other ideas. He quickly becomes enraptured by you, and a friendship forms easily. Will it lead to something more? Or will your past fears get in the way?

A/N: Okay, this chapter is necessary, but almost considered filler because you still haven’t met Peter yet. I’m probably going to post Chapter 3 in a couple of hours because I’m impatient and since it’s already written, why not, right? Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

Taglist: @pparkerwrites, @scatterbrainedgenius

Chapter Two

The next day ended up being much more hectic than you had anticipated. You woke up on time, but due to typical New York rain, your walk was littered with slips and multiple splashes. Not only that, your train ran late, and you were groped a surprising three times.

It was not a good day and it hadn’t even started yet.

You strode into work, dripping wet and with a mud stain on the bottom of your skirt and across your legs, but with your head held high.

You enjoyed your work as an editor for a publishing company. You’d moved from home to settle down in Manhattan for this job (though you were living in Queens); you had your own office with a view, and you were doing something you enjoyed. You got to read the fiction works and decide if it was good enough to move on and become a book (sometimes you got to help artists organize their works into a book). It was lovely for you, a wonderful job to have at what was considered a “young” age.

You dropped your bag on your desk and hurried to the break room. Arthur, a friend you had made immediately upon arrival, was refilling his coffee cup. He looked up at you and grinned, but that changed into concern when he saw your haggard appearance.

“Jesus, love, what happened? Shall I call up Charlie and have him bring you some clean clothes? They’ll be too big, of course, but—”

“It’s fine, Arthur!” you laughed, grabbing the coffee mug you had put into the break room. You poured yourself a large cup and just the smell started to warm your cold bones. “I’ll dry off soon enough.”

“This isn’t your old job, you know you can go home to change and won’t be punished, right?” Arthur asked with a chuckle on his lips.

You threw a sugar packet at him. “I know that, it’s not like I’m new here anymore! Besides, if I get sick, it’s not going to cost me a kidney and a leg because we have insurance.”

“No, it won’t do that,” he agreed as he picked up the packet.

“I’m getting to work,” you informed him, clutching the mug of coffee in your hands and scuttering to your office.

Work happened to be incredibly busy. There were more than thirty transcripts on your desk to work on, several of them rather thick. You actually ended up skipping lunch, instead snacking on an apple you had shoved in your purse before leaving your apartment. Of course, you were reminded of how you worked yourself to the bone when you first arrived at this job.

With the stressful echoes of your horrible old job ringing in your mind, you had worked harder than ever to prove yourself in NYC. Your supervisor was quick to notice how you showed up early and stayed late, reading and marking more than anyone. She pulled you aside, kindly informing you that she knew you were capable, otherwise you wouldn’t have been hired for the job. She also told you to “calm the fuck down” and that, “no one is judging you here, my dear.” It had been incredibly helpful to your adjustment.

Truth be told, you had wanted to hide from your horrible morning. When the day got off to such a rough start, you liked to hide yourself in the transcripts so that you could focus on potentially bolstering the dreams of the authors.

As it neared time to go home, your supervisor appeared at your door. “Hey, Y/N, go ahead and go home. I know you showed up soaked, you deserve an early start to the weekend. Go on, go.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll go, Edith, I’ll go,” you sighed playfully. She smiled at you and blew a small kiss before walking off.

Knowing that it would be a simple night in for you, you grabbed some transcripts to look at over the weekend. With that, and your coffee mug washed, you walked out of the office and into the Manhattan late afternoon sunlight.

It was a calmer commute back to your apartment. At least, it was until you got home.

Your phone was gone.

It must have been taken while you were on the subway, even though you tried so hard to remain vigilant. Knowing New York City, it was gone forever now, and you needed to get to work on not letting people get your information from it.

You logged on to your laptop and quickly went to your phone provider, going through the steps outlined in the “Stolen Phone” section. Losing your phone was not ideal, but you had a plan that covered this situation, so it could have been worse. And, thankfully, you had just backed your phone up to the cloud when you were at work.

After filling out the proper steps, you went to your email inbox and sent out a mass email to your colleagues, letting them know that your phone had been stolen and to email you if they needed anything over the weekend. It was then that you remembered your plan to take reference photos for Peter.

With a sigh, you realized that it would be a better idea to postpone the commission than to keep the seemingly sweet Peter waiting. You began to compose your email, once again thinking too much and taking probably too long for what should have been a simple email. Still, you ended up with this:

“Hi Peter,

I am so sorry, but today my phone was stolen thanks to the ever so amazing New York City subway. I unfortunately do not have another way to take reference photos (none of my friends are available), and I don’t want to fill a spot for your commission that won’t be able to be finished for a while, because my phone is being shipped and won’t be in for about a week. Therefore, so I don’t waste your time, I need to cancel the commission. I’m sorry if I did waste your time.

Thank you for your understanding, Peter. Perhaps I can commission you (for realsies) in the future. I still love your art, btw.

Y/N”

With a deep sigh, you ran a hand through your hair and sent Monica a message on Facebook, explaining the situation. She, of course, sent back multiple sad face emojis, but was overall understanding. Then she offered to hunt down whoever stole your phone and beat them up for making you stressed, which made you laugh.

You ordered some Thai food so that you wouldn’t have to make anything. After the day you’d had, the last thing you wanted was to get sweaty from standing over the hot stove.

As you settled into your couch to wait, with your laptop open next to you so you could message Monica, you got a notification for another email. You saw it was from Peter, and a melancholy smile touched your face.

“Hi Y/N!

Omg you live in the NYC area too??? In that case, if you’re comfortable with it, we could actually do your stuff in person! Only if you’re comfortable with it, of course, and I’d like to meet for coffee before we begin. Getting to know my muse is my favorite part of commissions; usually I just ask questions via email, but this way, we both get coffee!!

Please let me know if you’d be interested in meeting up for coffee in Manhattan this weekend; I think it would be very beneficial.

Thanks, and (hopefully) see you soon!

Peter”

You blinked in surprise after reading the email fifteen times.

Peter was certainly passionate about art and about coffee. Though you didn’t blame him, because as an artist who went through a prestigious university, Peter probably lived almost solely on the beverage for four years. You debated whether you should take him up on his offer, because, well, you did want to meet him.

You were still thinking about it when you turned on your TV and selected the HULU app. You were still thinking about it when you picked a random episode of The Golden Girls. And you were still thinking about it when you answered your door for your takeout.

Finally, as you began to dig into your food, you made your decision. With your takeout container in one hand, you replied to Peter’s email with the other. You suggested your favorite coffee shop, Constellation Bakery and Café, and suggested meeting tomorrow. The ambiance was calm and friendly, so you thought it would be a good meeting place.

After informing Monica of the change in plans, you ate your Thai takeout with a vigor you didn’t know you had. The food was exceptionally delicious today, and the cooks always gave you extra shrimp in your shrimp pad Thai. The comforting food warmed you to the core, and you felt a lot more relaxed than you had in days, even weeks.

Before you went to bed, you got a reply from Peter, agreeing to meet with you at the coffee shop at 1 p.m. With an excited smile on your face, you actually fell asleep easily.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x plus size reader #peter parker x insecure!reader #artist!peter parker #spider-man x reader #spider-man x plus size reader #reader insert #commission for confidence

[reifromrfa]

On The Line - Chapter 7

Prompt: Alternate Universe

Wrote this for Jumin x MC Week and the story became longer than I expected ^^; Hope you guys enjoy this next chapter!

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6

On the Line - relinks to fanfiction.net

Thanks for all the likes, reblogs and comments! :) Please let me know what you think :)

JUMIN

Finally.

The sun was up. The roads were dry and the clouds had disappeared from the sky.

The moment Jumin opened his eyes and saw sunlight streaming in from the window, he grabbed his phone and dialled Assistant Kang’s number.

After several rings, she picked up.

“Assistant Kang, send me everything you found right now.”

“Mr. Han, it’s 7 in the morning. I just woke up.”

“Time is of the essence, Assistant Kang. After you send the materials, you have my permission to use the helicopter to get here as soon as possible.”

He heard what seemed to be a sigh from the other end of the line.

“Alright, Mr. Han. Please wait at least 15 minutes, I’ll get the documents ready for scanning.”

“Thank you, Assistant Kang.”

Jumin ran a hand over his face and stared at the ceiling, his mind a jumble. What would he learn about MC after he reads Assistant Kang’s research? Was it possible that she was still alive? Would she be married to Hong Chul? If she were alive...

…would she be happy?

MC

MC winced as she accidentally touched her cheek. A slight bruise had formed just below her cheekbone and her jaw still hurt every now and then. She stared at the girl in the mirror —beaten, but not broken. She would find a way to fix this. She would not marry Hong Chul.

But what about your sisters?

MC’s resolve faltered and she gripped the sink.

“I…I really want to see you.”

She closed her eyes and imagined him. Jumin. Imagined him standing beside her, giving her strength. She felt gentle hands against her cheek and when she opened her eyes, she saw a tall man with raven hair and wide gray eyes looking at her.

“J…Jumin?”

MC reached out—

—but he disappeared.

JUMIN

Jumin blinked, not sure about what he just saw. He had gone to the bathroom to shower while waiting for Assistant Kang’s email, and he could have sworn he saw a girl with long brown hair standing next to him. He had reached out to see if she were real and he could have sworn he felt her warmth underneath his fingers. And when she turned to him and he saw the bruise on her other cheek his eyes widened. She reached out to touch him but then, she was gone.

What was that?

Did that really happen? Was...was that her? MC? How? What was happening?

He stood still for a minute, waiting for something to happen.

Let me see her. Please.

MC

Let me see him. One more time. Please.

Jumin

His cellphone rang, snapping Jumin out of his stupor. He stared at the space where he could’ve sworn she was standing just moments ago but when it was clear that she wasn’t coming back, he turned away, stepping out to answer his phone.

“Hello?”

“Where are you? I found it weird that I couldn’t reach you. Usually, I’m the one who’s MIA,” came his best friend’s voice.

“Jihyun. Do you need me for anything?”

“Not really. I just came back from my trip and I have really great photos. I was wondering if you could recommend any good places where I can hold an exhibit.”

“I’ll think about it and call you back.”

“Oh, is this a bad time?”

“A little.”

“Alright. Good luck. And come see me when you’ve returned, I want to show you my photos.”

“I will,” Jumin said. He put down his phone and ran a hand through his tousled hair.

When you’ve returned.

He was so caught up in finding more about MC and finding a way to save her that he forgot he was scheduled to go home tomorrow morning.

But he couldn’t leave. Not without saving her from that man. He was determined to find a way to save her. So after a quick shower, he opened his laptop and waited for his emails to load. Jumin tapped his fingers against the table, fighting hard to stay calm. Finally, he saw the emails from Assistant Kang appear one by one from his inbox.

His scrolled over to the first email and clicked it, his fingers stopping when the cursor settles over the attachment.

This was it. Whatever Assistant Kang found would change everything. He would know what had happened to MC.

Jumin clicked the files and the first article that popped up was an article about the beginnings of the vineyard. It spoke a little about the owner as well —MC’s father. There was a photo of the family standing in the vineyard and Jumin picked out MC right away. She was younger with shorter hair but the smile on her face was radiant. Next to her was a slender woman with the same gentle features; Jumin assumed the woman was MC’s mother.

He skimmed the next few articles but they were all about the vineyard —how it was flourishing and thriving and also how its business spiraled downwards thanks to a new competitor in town who sold imported wine.

Jumin would have dallied a bit more on the details of the business but he was anxious about finding out what happened to MC. As he sifted through the various documents that Assistant Kang sent to him, he stumbled over an article with a photo of a young man dressed in what looked like expensive clothing.

Son of Wealthy Businessman Weds Local Beauty

Jumin unconsciously clenched his fist as he stared at the photo of the man who was tormenting MC in the past. He was well-groomed and good-looking but Jumin knew the truth; this man was an abomination. But as he read the article, hope blossomed in his heart.

Kim Hong Chul and Nam Sang-Mi announce their engagement at the local charity event.

Jumin couldn’t care less about who Nam Sang-Mi was, he was just happy that MC didn’t end up with the guy! His eyes scanned the rest of the document when his heart stopped. His eyes widened and he reread the sentence just to make sure he read it correctly.

Kim Hong Chul expresses his profound grief over the death of his previous fiancée, the daughter of the local vineyard owner, but states that he has found love once again with Ms. Nam Sang-Mi.

Death of his previous fiancée.

Jumin couldn’t move. The words kept flashing in his mind but he couldn’t believe it. He didn’t want to believe it.

Forcing himself to read more articles, Jumin minimized that article and searched for other documents related to it.

Tragic Accident at Local Vineyard

Apparently a fire consumed the manor, along with the family that resided in it. The papers said that it was an accident, but Jumin highly doubted that the fire was an accident. He quickly checked the date and his breath caught.

It was going to happen that evening.

Jaehee Kang was told that Mr. Han was in the guest room and hasn’t even left the room to eat breakfast, which she found odd. Mr. Han always made sure to eat three meals a day.

Of course, he had been acting weird all week, asking her to research about the history of the vineyard and about the family who lived there. And also the man who bought the vineyard when it went bankrupt. She never understood why Mr. Han was suddenly so fascinated about this place, but it would be troublesome if he felt like buying the property, since it was only recently acquired by his father’s close friend and business associate.

She sighed. Only two months into the job and she was already exhausted and doing all these weird things for her boss. At least he paid her well. Jaehee raised his fist and gently rapped on his bedroom door and said, “Mr. Han, it’s me.”

The door was flung open from the other side and Jaehee jumped back in surprise, coming face to face with her boss.

“Assistant Kang, are all the documents you found true? Were these published by reputable companies back in the day?”

Taken aback, the assistant blinked and arranged her glasses on her face, scrambling to remember everything she had researched. “Of course, Mr. Han. Why? Are there discrepancies on the information?”

“It says this manor burned down on the evening of this exact day 67 years ago.”

“That’s true. I found several articles covering the same news. The manor was then rebuilt by Kim Hong Chul in memory of his fiancée.”

“Did it say who started the fire?”

“Mr. Han, it was an accident. I couldn’t find any other information on how it started, just that it was reported to be a very tragic accident.”

“It wasn’t an accident.”

Jaehee blinked. Why was he so obsessed with this?

“Did you manage to find information on the whereabouts of the fire, Mr. Han? Perhaps I missed it while doing my research. I apologize.”

Mr. Han shook his head, rubbing his temples. “No. But don’t you find it odd that no one bothered to research on it? The vineyard got a lot of attention from the media when it opened, and then suddenly everyone stated that ‘it was a tragic accident’ and let things settle like that? True journalists would have gotten to the bottom of it, find out what caused it, whether it be a candle that was left burning in the middle of the night or a gas leakage. Doesn��t it strike you as odd, Assistant Kang?”

Jaehee resisted the urge to throw her hands up in frustration. She had a million things to do and her boss asked her to go out of town on short notice just so he could discuss her research?

“Mr. Han, I don’t really see the point of discussing this.”

“I think Hong Chul started the fire.”

Jaehee arched her brow. “The man who was engaged to the woman living here? Why would he do that if his fiancée was here?”

“Because she didn’t love him.”

What the hell? ;;;

Jaehee blinked at her boss, dumbfounded. What the hell had he been doing up here?

“Mr. Han, none of my research shows that he didn’t love her.”

Because the bastard covered his tracks well. He had the money to protect his reputation.

Jumin shook his head. He couldn’t tell Assistant Kang why he knew such things. His new assistant would probably think he was crazy.

“I need you to research on what happened to Hong Chul afterwards. Is he still alive?”

Assistant Kang looked like she was about to say something but then she just nodded.

“I shall setup my equipment in the spare room below. I’ll message you if I find anything, Mr. Han.”

“Thank you, Assistant Kang.”

Jumin sat down but leaned forward in his seat, interlocking his fingers and resting his head on his hands. He tried to keep his fury and fear at bay so he could come up with a plan to save MC but he didn’t know how he was going to do that. Was it possible to change the past? Jumin hoped so. But he felt a sharp pain in his chest at the thought of her not being in this world anymore.

We must have picked up that phone for a reason. I need to save her. Please, let me save her.

There was a soft knock on his door.

“I’m sorry to trouble you, sir, but an elderly lady is here, looking for you.”

Jumin opened his eyes and strode to the door, opening it and looking at the maid who was standing there. She fidgeted under his gaze because how could she not? The young millionaire was gorgeous but he seemed oblivious to way he made the younger maids around the property feel.

“Elderly lady?” Jumin asked her in his deep voice.

“She and her grandson are causing quite a fuss at the entrance but she said she would not move until she saw the young man who is staying here,” the maid said. Jumin raised his eyebrows. That didn’t sound suspicious at all. But then again, a grandmother hardly seemed like a threat.

“Escort them to the receiving area then.”

The maid bowed and left. Jumin looked back into the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of MC again but knowing she wouldn’t be there. He closed the door behind him and climbed down the stairs, making his way to the wide receiving area of the manor. He got there just as the woman and her grandson entered.

“Good morning. My name is Jumin Han, how can I help you?” Jumin said, easily slipping into his cordial businessman self. He approached the older woman but she merely stared at him, a sad expression on her face.

The teenager beside her fidgeted, his eyes fixed on Jumin.

Jumin bowed to them respectfully but as he was straightening up, the old woman spoke.

“So it’s true. You really do exist.”

Jumin froze, his thoughts already tumbling against each other as his mind came up with a dozen explanations to the old woman’s words.

“I…Are you…”

“Are you the young man that MC spoke with?” the old woman asked.

Jumin nodded, excitement bubbling inside his chest. “Do you —I mean, did you know her?”

The old woman nodded slowly.

“Please, have a seat. There is a lot I must ask you.”

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See You in April

Hey guys! So, this is my first ever submit so please, be open with me and give me any and all prompts/criticisms/feedback, all will be greatly appreciated. The name’s New Queen on the Block, but no one has time to type that out so NQOTB will do just fine!

I’m currently working on a couple of one shots and possibly another series, but for now I’m planning this as a three-parter (unless you all hate it, in that case I shall never write a word again.) But for now, here’s some real-world Trixya angst, technically set in the future as it is set after Katya comes back from her current social media break and was inspired by Trixie’s comment on her Insta post explaining her impending absence. For any eagle eyed readers who may remember my ask, this will also incorporate Trixya’s original music that she has been performing on her Ages 3 and Up tour. At the moment it’s Katya’s POV, may switch it with each chapter. And don’t worry, there is plenty of smut and fluff in the works to please as many people as possible! Enjoy :) 

The door of the plane opened and the Los Angeles heat smacked Brian in the face immediately. The last six weeks that he had been in Thailand had been during monsoon season so he had almost forgotten what the sun felt like on his paling skin. He drank it in whilst making his way into the airport and let a small smile creep onto his face. Home.

He always had the luck of being the last person left at baggage claim, so he sat himself down and switched his phone on for the first time in almost two months and prepared himself for the tide of messages to start coming in. Well fuck me, Barbra, people really do give a shit about you. 347 unread texts, 1,409 unread emails (that his assistant said she would handle, the cunt) and more tweets and DM’s and mentions than he could ever possibly count. This was going to take days to sort through. He quickly tapped onto his inbox and scrolled through to find the people he wanted to text to let them know he had landed safely - his mom, his sister, and his assistant. They were the only ones that knew where he had been so for now they were the only ones that needed replying to. Still, his eyes darted around looking for one other name to see if contact had been made. It had. But he couldn’t deal with that right now.

“Uh, excuse me, you’re Katya right?” A young girl he had recognised from the departure lounge in Bangkok came up to him and looked sheepishly at the ground after she finished speaking. She obviously knew he was still taking his break and didn’t want to hound him, which he thought was incredibly endearing.

“I sure am Mom! What’s up doll?” He tried to make himself sound as cheery as possible even though the thought of being asked for a selfie right now made him want to yank his own eyeball out. The girl giggled and shuffled in her feet.

“Don’t worry I’m not gonna ask for anything, I just figured that all the red luggage with the hammer and sickle on it was yours and it’s going round on the belt right about now.”

“Fuck, no way! Thanks Barbra.” Brian grabbed his backpack and went to run towards his luggage before he stopped and turned back on his feet towards the girl. He shoved his hand into the front pocket of his backpack, gave the girl one of the tiny hands that was hiding in there, and kissed her square on the mouth whilst he took a photo. “For being so cool, that’s the first picture I’ll post when I’m back on Instagram. Bye princess!”

His assistant Amy was waiting outside for him in her basic white girl SUV. He gave her a hug, threw his luggage in the trunk and crawled into the back seat and spread out as wide as he could. A 16 hour flight in a tiny cramped seat after 6 weeks of stretching your body and contorting it in inhuman ways was torturous. “Uhhhhhhh, holy suburban family spacious comfort Batman!”

“Alright bitch, calm down. I’ve had your bodily fluids in my car far too much for my liking.” They giggled as Amy climbed into the front seat and headed off towards Brian’s apartment. The conversation stayed pretty normal for a while, with Brian filling her in on everything he did during his trip and all the new techniques he had learnt. Amy filled him in on what had been happening on How To Get Away With Murder and all sub-par Hollywood gossip. She was just in the middle of explaining Annalise Keating’s newest weave when Brian could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket. He figured it was his mom calling so excitedly took his phone from his pocket and signalled for Amy to pause the conversation. When he saw the name on the screen, his heart fell into his ass. I’ve been back not even an hour. What the fuck?

His face must have dropped because he could see Amy looking at him out of the corner of his eye. He stuffed his phone back into his pocket and turned the music up on the radio. Amy reached over and turned it down again. Oh good, I’m not getting away with it.

“You gonna pick up at all or is this it now?” He couldn’t quite pick up on the tone in her voice but he knew she was trying to edge very carefully around the conversation.

“I don’t know. I’ve been back not even an hour, I don’t wanna deal with that shit right now. It’s why I took off in first place, Ames.”

“I get that, I totally do. But I just wanna say… the reason I haven’t got through your emails is because I’ve been hounded by him every day. Every damn day. You didn’t even tell him you were going, Bri. He was worried.”

Brian could feel the irritation bubbling up in his stomach. “Why should I tell him? Why has he got a right? I haven’t broken any kind of business agreements, no contracts have been voided, no gigs missed. I haven’t done anything wrong.”

“Of course you haven’t. But maybe… maybe just look at his messages. Just so you know what to expect and what you might start off saying when you do decide to open up shop again.”

He exhaled dramatically because he knew she was right, again. That bitch. He took his phone back out of his pocket and scrolled back to the night where his mind had decided he needed to make a change.

01/03/2017 21:14 Trixie: Hey, I just wanted to say thanks about telling Dan that the whole “you being attracted to me” thing is just a joke for the fans. I appreciate it, especially cos you know how much he is getting irritated by it all now. I think now that you’ve said it he won’t be worried as much. Side note - I need you to keep that tan forever because it was doing the most and I’m here for it. T x

23:03 Trixie: Are you okay, did you fall asleep? Or are you smothering yourself in tan now you know I like it? :)

00:07 Trixie: Bitch.

00:19 Trixie: Mother, I’m getting paranoid that my best friend is ignoring me again…

02:38 Trixie: Okay. I’m gonna try again tomorrow. Or you know, just let me know when you wanna hear from me. I’ll be here.

02/03/2017 08:31 Trixie: Can’t sleep. Had a dream that you totally just stopped replying to all of my texts.

22:56 Trixie: I would literally be okay with you just sending me a blank text right now so that I know you’re okay.

04/03/2017 14:10 Trixie: Social media break?

14:12 Trixie: What the fuck is going on, Kat?

14:14 Trixie: I’m worried. You’re worrying me. If that’s what you were trying to do, you’ve done it. Now please stop it and just answer your phone and let me know what it is I’ve done so I can undo it.

06/03/2017 Trixie: Someone just tweeted that they saw you at LAX???

That was the last text Brian had seen before he got on the plane. He had told his mom, his sister and Amy to not tell anyone where he was going or why, including his business partner and best friend. They all knew why even though it wasn’t discussed.

Something in his mind just clicked that first night - you need to get the fuck away from here, bitch. Away from this. Away from him. He couldn’t deal with the hot and cold any longer. How could you thank someone for reassuring their boyfriend that you weren’t fucking them in one sentence and then talk about liking their tanned body in the next? He couldn’t keep up anymore, and he didn’t want to. No, he couldn’t want to. He knew that he probably shouldn’t have ignored all of the messages but he went into lockdown mode and just got himself away as quickly as he possibly could. Part of him thought if he ignored the messages for long enough they would just go away, but of course they didn’t. They multiplied. He looked at the number in the corner of the screen. 165. One hundred and sixty fucking five texts. Hasn’t this bitch been touring constantly? Every single day, he had texted him a variation of asking him where he was, if he was safe and if there was anything to do to make things right. There were a few bitchy remarks, and apologies straight after them, but otherwise it was the same worry every day. It was the most consistent he’d seen him with anything other than his make up.

“Well, he’s sure held onto this one. If he knew my phone was off and he’s still sent me this many texts then I feel sorry for your phones asshole cos he must have fucked it.”

They pulled up outside Brian’s apartment block. “It wasn’t just me. He called your mom too. Went to Boston for a gig and went to her house asking if you were there. He’s been commenting on old pictures of you two online. And posting videos of him playing old country songs looking like he’s about to burst into tears. The fans have been clocking it, all the queens are starting to murmur too.”

Brian burst into a fit of awkward laughter that quickly transformed into a worried grimace. “Are you for real?”

“I wish I wasn’t. Bri, I think he’s really caught up about you leaving. You might wanna check your voicemail too - he called me two nights ago drunk as a skunk telling me he had called you and left you a message.”

“Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph and all of his carpenter friends. I’ll check when I get upstairs. Thanks for picking me up, babe.” He kissed Amy goodbye and lugged his suitcases into the building, up into the elevator and then finally through the door of his apartment. He collapsed onto his sofa and took a minute to process everything Amy had just told him. He went to Boston? He’s being a messy bitch all over the Internet? He’s getting drunk and leaving voicemails?

The voicemail. This should be interesting. He put his phone on speaker and played the message as he made himself a coffee to stop this jet lag from taking him too soon. He pressed play - all he could hear was background noise, in a bar or club, some shouting, a familiar voice slurring “fuck you” to someone and then the din quieting down as the other Brian presumably made his way outside of the bar.

“Katya? Katya, did you pick up? Kat? Hellooooo? Answer me you whore. Hey, fuck you buddy, I’ll be as loud as I want my FRIEND IS ON THE PHONE AND I NEED TO TALK TO HIM!!!”

Oh lord, he was wasted. What a sloppy bitch! What was he playing at just picking a fight with a stranger? Brian continued to listen as he found the coffee beans and chucked them into the fancy machine Trixie had bought him for his birthday last year. He could hear some kind of muted shouting as Trixie presumably gave the innocent stranger a mouthful of her whiskey-fuelled frustration.

“Kat, you still there? A-are you there? Answer me… please.” Brian could hear the desperation in his voice and felt a pang in his stomach. He shouldn’t have just upped and left without telling him where he was going. If Trixie had done the same thing he would have scoured the earth until he found him. But that was different - he loved him. He heard a muffled sob and could picture him, on his own, worried out of his mind that he had done something to push his friend over the edge so far that he had to disappear altogether. You’re a real dick, Barbra. 

“I just want to know that you’re okay and that you’re safe. Your mom told me you were and I believe her but I need to hear you say it. I need to see your face, hear your voice, anything. Fucking anything. It’s been six weeks, Kat. Six weeks!” Uh oh, here it came - the Trixie Mattel Drunken Temper Tantrum. “Why the fuck have you left me here for six fucking weeks? Why don’t you want me in your life any more? I can’t deal with this. I have to see you or I’m going to lose my mind. Why would you just up and leave? Don’t you understand that I love you?! I love you, Brian. I love you.”

He dropped his mug full on scalding hot coffee on to his feet, but he couldn’t feel a thing. He had gone completely numb at the sound of the words he had always wanted to hear. He ran towards the phone as if it was Trixie there in person. He had to be closer, somehow. It had gone quiet on the other side as the younger man realised what he had allowed his lips to release.

“Shit. Fuck. Fucking stupid. You’re not even gonna hear this anyway so it’s whatever. Hey listen, if you’re with Violet or Alaska or whoever and you’re listening to this next to them then just… enjoy the laugh. You’re welcome”

Silence.

He stared at the phone for a good five minutes, as if something else might magically happen. When it didn’t, he played the message three more times until he regained the feeling in his limbs and his heart travelled down from the back of his throat. His feet moved before his brain did and he found himself grabbing his keys and heading towards the door. He had to go to him. He threw open the front door and found Trixie sitting on the floor opposite, head in his hands. He jumped at the sound of the door and quickly threw down his hood. The light in the hallway shone down harshly onto his face, showing puffy lids and reddened eyes that couldn’t have slept for the past couple of days. He yanked his sleeves over his hands and got up sheepishly, glancing up to the older man’s eyes, down to the floor and then straight back up to meet his gaze with a faltered sigh.

“Can we talk?”

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