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icequeenbae · 3 years

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Daddy’s Struggles (m) | BBH

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Dad!Baek, domestic au, established relationship (duh), a slice of life, fluff, a lil smutty(!)

Warnings: some friskiness between mom and dad if you know what I mean, mentions of teenagers watching porn (I’m not promoting it, you guys lol), also this gets fluffin’ sweet get a bucket in advance

Word Count: ~2.2k

Summary: Baekhyun overhears your teenage daughter watching porn. You have to handle a small crisis.

Event: the BBH day @supermwritersnet

Author’s Note: This… came out of nowhere:D I blame my dear beta @baekshoney – we'd once discussed the idea of Baek being a teenager’s parent (in relation to a different story). Don’t we all love dilf Baek though? lol Anyways, this is a tiny glimpse into his future as a cute af father and husband <3 Let’s name him puppydad!Baek 😊 I hope this lifts your mood a little on a day like this!

On that note – happy birthday to our genius idol (aka mochi-cheeked hyperactive puppy), I wish that he stays healthy and happy and on the radar throughout the next 2 years (and forever)!! Don’t be too sad, guys, he’s hopefully going to finally lead a somewhat normal life for a bit 💞 Ok, I’ll let you get to it already~

A yawn.

You rubbed your tired eyes and dictated a reminder for tomorrow morning to your AI assistant. It was pretty late and you had your hands full all day with your kids. And while family time was always great, there hadn’t been a spare moment for you to tend to your own business. But two decades of dealing with your hyperactive yet loveable children (and husband) taught you to make the most out of what you got. So you were doing just that, organizing your errands and sorting important emails after everyone had scurried off to their rooms, and your husband — to the shower.

Baekhyun was quite exhausted himself, so you realized he must’ve gotten in the common bathroom by the time you exited the one in your bedroom. He did that sometimes when you locked the door out of habit. Not that he couldn’t come in, it was just… You used to scold him pretty badly for breaking into the bathroom. Picking locks wasn’t something you wanted your juniors to acquire as a habit. They had enough of their daddy’s traits as it was.

The thought made you chuckle. Your eldest son had already outgrown his father by at least five and a half – gotta be precise here! – centimeters (which made daddy very proud, but also a teeny tiny bit jealous). Despite his height, which, you were sure, was going to break the golden 180cm in the next few months, your boy’s build was exactly the same as Baekhyun’s. His shoulders were broad, his hips wide, and his waist was naturally narrow. Legs long and lean, and eyes always mischievous. He was eighteen and already seemed more like Baekhyun’s best friend rather than his child. Being both the hyung and the oppa of the household, he was the most mature out of the bunch, and always a big help to his parents.

Your middle child, your precious daughter, resembled you a lot. Her wavy hair and her big eyes with the longest eyelashes either of you’d ever witnessed. Seriously, that was the first thing Baekhyun’s friends had commented on when they came by to meet your new baby. ‘Is this even normal? Can she see through those? That’s one pretty baby!’ She was even prettier now, at her sweet sixteen, cheeks still a bit chubby, which – just as her button nose – were definitely an homage to her dad. Not to mention her hands that were even more delicate and exquisite than his.

The youngest, your six-year-old son, was a blessing. You weren’t planning to have more children after the first two until you suddenly thought… why not? Cannot say that you weren’t a little bit under the influence at the time. It was one of those rare weekends when your kids had a sleepover at their grandparents’, so you had the whole house to yourself. Deciding to have a domestic date and enjoy shameless daytime drinking, you indulged in a whole glass of wine before both of you were tipsy and giggling, then you added one more to the mix. At that point, all kinds of crazy things were brought up.

‘We should do this more often…’ You informed your partner. ‘This is exciting! We can walk around naked the way we used to before we had teenagers in the house!’

‘I miss our naked Saturdays…’ Baekhyun whined, almost spilling his wine while trying to sip it gracefully. ‘Now I barely even see you naked with your shower locking obsession!’

Pursing your lips, you dismissed his complaint.

‘After that incident… You cannot blame me for my caution.’

The incident was, well, your son needing to use the bathroom while his sister was taking too long and heading to the one in your bedroom. He nearly walked in on… an adult scene.

‘He didn’t even see anything, Y/N-ah,’ your husband grumbled, but you waved him off, downing your drink as if it was a shot of tequila rather than a glass of wine.

‘I don’t see a problem though,’ he blinked at you, not following. ‘We’re alone. Why not… See each other naked again?’

‘Right. We can also- Y/N-ah!’

‘What?’ You eyed his suddenly enthusiastic form with nothing but suspicion.

‘We can create a distraction!’

‘Hm?’

‘A distraction for them. So that they’d be busy with something else while we’re away.’

‘Hmm?’ You still couldn’t locate the source of his excitement.

‘Lemme show you,’ he slurred, tugging on your wrist to get you up and dragging you to the bedroom.

Let’s have another baby – that was his brilliant idea. Had you both not been such poor drinkers, one of you would’ve thought this through.

Nevertheless, you were glad that you didn’t. Because your little angel, who could sometimes be more of a tiny demon, to be frank, was the single sweetest thing to ever exist on planet Earth. He had his entire family wrapped around his little finger, and you – most of all. How could anyone blame you? That troublemaker was the spitting image of his dad and had a personality to match — just as playful and affectionate.

The chill spring breeze from the window licked at the bare skin of your arm, causing you to shiver slightly, coming back from the land of reminiscing. You stretched on the bed, noticing how protruding your nipples became from the cold even while hidden by the gentle fabric of your nightgown. Pulling the covers up, you grunted under your breath, wondering what was taking Baekhyun so long.

Just as you did, the door cracked open, and your husband sauntered into the room.

‘Ah finally, I thought I needed to go rescue you again,’ you chuckled.

That had happened before. He once used the common bathroom to shower before bed and ended up captured by your daughter, who was around six or seven at the time, in the hallway. She then demanded cuddles, knowing that her father was too weak to turn his precious girl down and send her back to bed. You found them both huddled up asleep on the couch, with your husband’s head tilted dangerously to the side. Terrible sleeping postures always had consequences, so you spared him the agony of the next morning, waking him up mercifully and helping to get your little girl to her bed. This was only one of many occasions – Baekhyun was a softie.

This time, however, he was a bit stupefied.

He didn’t react to your remark and seemed like he was going on autopilot when he came closer and sat on the bed.

You lifted the covers, inviting him to join you, and he followed your lead, still staring at the wall across the room.

‘Yeobo,’ you called, getting slightly alarmed. ‘Are you okay?’

He blinked, the stupor breaking, and looked at you with astounded eyes.

‘I- I think,’ he began, making you shift to face him properly. ‘I think I just overheard our daughter watching porn!’

His voice lowered to a whisper by the end of that sentence.

‘Oh my god,’ you whispered back. ‘How do you figure?’

‘I was walking down the hallway, and I thought I heard something from her room. I didn’t fully register what it was, but now that it processed… It was definitely porn!’

The signs of distress on his face almost caused you to break down in a fit of laughter. You held it in with all you got. Fathers and daughters, the eternal struggle.

‘First of all, ew. Aren’t you even a little bit ashamed to be eavesdropping on your kids like that?’ You didn’t let him protest. ‘Also, how do you even know it was porn, you know she sometimes mumbles and whimpers in her sleep. Like someone else we know…’

Giving him a pointed look, you leaned over his chest to turn the lights to the lowest mode, leaving the room dimly lit. It was always effective when you wanted to help him relax.

‘I wasn’t ea- And you think I can’t tell what porn sounds like? There are some generic… sounds. That give it away.’

‘When was the last time you watched it?’ You murmured, eyeing him curiously.

Of all people, you knew best how short his attention span was. Sometimes it could work to your advantage. Like right now, when you needed to de-escalate this before you could reason with him.

‘I- wh- I don’t know, probably when you were pregnant,’ he recalled. ‘The third one was somehow the toughest on me. You looked way too attractive for a heavily pregnant lady, let me tell you.’

‘Heavily pregnant??’ You scoffed, softening right after. ‘Well, you have a point, he was pretty huge. I swear, if he doesn’t grow up to be taller than Chanyeol, I’d be offended. That boy’s giant head prolonged my healing by at least a month.’

Baekhyun sighed and looked up at the ceiling, thinking back to that time.

‘He was the only one who caused you to tear, right?’

‘Yeah. Which is weird, considering that he was my third one. Ah well, I guess I’m not getting any younger…’

‘Aren’t you though? I’m constantly being asked about my pretty young wife,’ Baekhyun smiled at you charmingly. ‘And you only became prettier after the third pregnancy. I say it’s the hormones.’

Your cunning little plan was working. He was incredibly easy to distract.

‘Tell me the truth, was it the boobs? Or my butt? I did gain the most weight with the little daredevil, that’s for sure.’

‘It was all of you. You always looked so sexy when pregnant, I just wanted to have you all to myself,’ he cooed at you. ‘To feed you handpicked strawberries. And smother you with kisses. My beautiful young wife.’

At some point during this conversation, you shuffled closer to each other, now cuddled up snugly on the bed. Your finger slowly traced abstract patterns on his chest, happily exploiting the access to his skin where his pajama shirt was unbuttoned.

‘Ah, you’re just saying that to get under my nightgown,’ you batted your eyelashes at him, and he shook his head.

‘Maybe a little, but that’s true. And it’s not surprising that people are noticing – you are younger than me.’

‘A couple of years is nothing at our age,’ you murmured, bending your knee and moving your leg slightly up his to get cozy.

‘Well, you know what people say… Small kids make parents younger. Wanna have another one?’ He nudged you gently and laughed at the dirty look you gave him.

‘Yeobo- please don’t make jokes like this. I’d rather look for other elixirs of youth than go through that entire ordeal again.’

You knew that he was kidding, but the thought made you shiver.

‘I know, honey, I know. Like I said, you’re not in need of any elixirs.’

At this you relaxed, melting into his shoulder, and guiding his arm to wrap around you, warming your exposed shoulders.

‘Well, Mr Byun, same to you. Still as charming as two decades ago.’

‘Hey, I’d like to think that I’m more charming now. The experience and all.’

‘Who helped you gain all that experience though?’ You poked him lightly, and a low chesty laugh escaped his lips.

‘Of course, it was my one and only, my young, and beautiful, and smart and sexy little wife,’ he punctuated each compliment with a chaste kiss to your cheeks, nose, lips, and neck.

You squirmed in his arms.

‘Ah, you make a woman go mad,’ you purred into his lips mockingly.

He snickered softly, ready to lean in, but then stopped abruptly.

‘Wait a second- What about-’

‘Baekhyun…’ You murmured as he fussed on the bed.

‘I should probably go in there, and-’

‘And what? Embarrass your daughter?’ You held him down. ‘She’s sixteen, honey, it’s just the hormones. We’ve both been there. Let her be.’ You nuzzled his neck, pressing your lips to his sensitive skin lazily.

His mind was growing cloudy again since your hand was now caressing his inner thigh foxily. He’d probably realized what you were doing by now, but you were right, so he allowed you to sway him into giving the idea of an immediate intervention up.

‘Besides, I’m sure you wouldn’t be nearly as appalled if that was our eldest,’ you scoffed and added in an exaggerated tone. ‘Never took you for a sexist.’

‘But- he’s eighteen, and she- she’s my little girl…’ He mumbled in a small voice, hazed further by your not-so-subtle seduction. ‘I can’t let her- watch that-’

‘Don’t worry, yeobo,’ you whispered soothingly in his ear, slipping your hand into his loose pants. ‘I’ll talk to her tomorrow. Without you. No need to traumatize the poor girl, that’s how daddy issues develop.’

‘You should know,’ he bit back meekly, sighing when you finally wrapped your fingers around his semi-hard length.

‘The sass! It’s almost like you still got it, Mr Byun. Care to impress that young wife of yours?’

‘I sure will, you cunning woman,’ he growled playfully, completely giving in to it and attacking your laughing mouth as he lifted the covers over your head.

A/N: Thank you for reading! As usual, feel free to share your thoughts in the comments/ asks, and if you’re new – check out my Masterlist ^^

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dragonanon · 3 years

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Give me some gladiator Pillarmen 👁️👁️

Ah fuck, I know like maybe three things about gladiators so I had to Google and do some research, so I'm sorry if this sucks. Also I'm SO sorry this took like 70 years to write

Kars

Became a gladiator for the glory and high social status that comes with it.

Always kills his opponents, given that he's also never lost a fight, being slated to go against him in the arena is basically a death sentence.

Given his popularity in the arena it's no shock he has women who'd give ANYTHING to sleep with him lined up clear around the block, but he never had any interest in actually doing the deed with any of them, despite liking the attention they give him.

Then he met you, an adoring fan, and he somehow fell for your small starstruck self despite not being any different from the other women who flung themselves at him.

Maybe it's because of the aesthetic, but he LOVES to keep you on his arm wherever he goes. You are his pretty little wife and he likes to show you off.

He likes to use your sweet little pussy to keep his cock nice and warm, especially after dumping load after load into you. He's determined to put an heir in you.

Esidisi

Entered the gladiator scene for shits and giggles, and also because he was in some PRETTY hot water with the emperor so it was either execution or join the ring and he went "shit I ain't got anything to lose, let's do it! and ended up becoming suprisingly popular in the ring. He's widely known for being a snarky little shit in the ring, and that's part of the reason people like him so much.

He either kills his opponents or beats them within an inch of their lives, there is no in-between and it really depends on his mood.

This man-whore fucks any woman who comes his way, and given his popularity, he has no shortage much to his delight.

Once he met you though, he took all that attention he was giving to other women and put it all solely on you. You are the only pussy he's smashing now so he's gotta unleash all that extra libido on you.

Absolutely no shame, he will finger you in public and maybe even keep you on his cock if he's feeling particularly cheeky.

Wamuu

Became a gladiator for the honor and valor of being a warrior.

He never kills his opponents because he wants them to get stronger so they can have an even better fight with him next time.

The stronger sense of honor he possesses and exudes during a fight is part of why people like him so much. He's like the knight you read about in old fairytales where they always do the right thing and defeat the evil wizard by upholding their values and fighting fair. Kids idolize him and he LOVES IT

Never really slept around because he saw no point in it when he could "get the job done faster" without all the extra steps. So yeah, his hand and lotion were his dick's best friends for a long time.

Quickly changed his mind when he met you though, your pussy is his dick's new best friend.

He wins all his fights for you and always looks for you up in the stands, just knowing that you're up there cheering for him makes him go 110% extra in a fight.

Santana

Unfortunately, he became a gladiator because it was either do that, or be executed.

Typically kills his opponents because he just doesn't care

Gradually became more and more popular for his ruthless nature and technically COULD leave the ring now, but he's never known anything different and can't bring himself to leave.

Never slept around at all, mostly because for the longest time he wasn't allowed outside of the ring.

He got close to you as you were a "nurse" at the ring, in charge of patching up the gladiators, and you were frequently the one to patch him up after a fight.

Because he's kind of touch starved, he wants to be with you whenever he can, and wants to be INSIDE you even more. He's like a rabbit, a stoic greekbod rabbit, but a rabbit nonetheless

#jjba #kars x reader #esidisi x reader #wamuu x reader #santana x reader #gladiator

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kin-cosmic · 3 years

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i just finished kid cosmic season 1 and..

[spoilers obviously]

man..ONLY 10 episodes? I mean I guess it’s getting a continuation so that’s good. anyways heres my thoughts of the overall season and show

so from the animation alone? fucking beautiful.

people said before that it reminded them of gorillaz and I didn’t see it, but NOW I do. it’s so fluid, and it can be chunky at times, but like, spider-verse type you know? anyways it’s just perfect, it’s fluid, it REALLY fits the hero-comic style of the show. and the BACKGROUND ART. GOD. I WOULD JUST PAUSE AT TIMES AND JUST OBSERVE. OF HOW TRULY BEAUTIFUL IT WAS FOR ME. ITS SO COOL.

ok now for the characters themselves? first off, the kid, he’s just perfect, he’s so pure. everything from his tragic backstory to the connection of his scar? yeah. deep. but THATS what makes him so flawed, and ngl i feel like I relate to him there. the show is OBVIOUSLY revolved around him, cause. kid cosmic. but obviously for not TOO long, cause the OTHER characters, that are ALSO great.

like JO! ok, as a teen, i feel like they kind of captured the characteristics of what a teen would “act” in situations on these, so when jo would just stammer and go insane, i RELATED to that sm! anyways she’s a good character! definitely the mom friend of the group, I see her as kid’s older sister, and she’s badass >:)

MOVING on to rosa! I ALSO related to her too, bonus start off because she was hispanic! as a mexican person, I was REALLY HAPPY to see someone cartoon, on screen, that RESEMBLED me you know? anyways besides that, she’s adorable, she can be a perfect kind of that “toddler-annoying”, and ironically SHES the muscle of the group, but yeah, she’s adorable, she’s such a cool chaotic baby! <3

NOW WITH PAPA G. MAN. he’s like, my PERSONAL favorite character in the show, though I WISHED he had more screen-time but the time I HAD with him, I just, loved him, so much. first off I thought it was already amazing how STRIKINGLY similar he is to WANDER. like. they’re the same person i stg, i wouldn’t be surprised if his design was at first a humanized version of wander DRAWN by craig, if you don’t believe me? watch woy, or just SIMPLY OBSERVE the hat. he EVEN says quotes that wander would say and EVEN said when he was in space that “he thought it was a flashback” THATS EPIC. anyways from his character, he’s ALSO the heart of the group, he is so caring and sweet, and especially to kid, and the fact that he is old, idk why that makes his character even MORE great, because he is ALSO so chaotic and ecstatic for a old ass guy . he also gives kid GOOD advice since, he lives with him, like the “freaking out, breathe it out” quote? swag af. anyways as you can tell, he’s my favorite character lol. i love papa g sm. OH YEAH, HIS NAME REVEALED TO BE GEORGE TOO SO . BUT YEAH, LOVE THIS OLD DOG.

SO ALSO WITH TUNA SANDWICH. not much to say here, id say he got the LEAST screentime , makes sense, cause he’s just the cat, but like at episode 8, he starts TALKING, and it’s just 😳 I was SUPRISED, this kinda overhauled his character, anyways besides that and his kinda useless power imo? he’s an adorable old cat, i almost cried when I saw him as a kitten and ALSO saw BABY KID. like that’s so cute how he’s attached to the kid, and THATS how he uses his power in advance, huh, guess it’s not that useless after all? anyways cute cat, funny too, he fucking cursed too so..

now to the side characters? i wasn’t expecting chuck to TURN good? like ok? 😳 i thought he would just be that stereotypical villain throughout the series in which i can love sometimes, but that wasn’t the case? first off his voice change? I feel like that was good! his stitch voice is cute btw lol. and him having MORE screentime too? following along with tuna? ALSO good! also tom kenny did a good job with his performance of him! now the other side characters like jo’s mom, thought she was ok, I wish the others like rosas parents were in it more you know? also the ACTUAL villain? the biker guy, kind of weak, but he was ok too.

now to the plot, I was EXPECTING for this show to be STORY-DRIVEN, and not like a reset cartoon episode like craig’s LAST cartoon was, and wasn’t let down a bit! the pacing goes by fast, but it says EVERYTHING it needed to be said, and it’s TO THE POINT. like the little details too? such as the foreshadowing when jo saw a glimpse of the newspaper about the car accident in the first episode? oof. then it being EXTENDED where to the point the kid gets flashbacks and cries? that hurt, but that was IMPORTANT to the story kinda, it’s also WHY papa g did that fake robot thing, kind of dick move george, but HEY! he did it for his grandson! besides, it never hurts to he- ok I’ll stop LMAOO, anyways i thought the story was good, so was the pacing

i got SO ARTISTICALLY inspired by the art style and the background art, like GOD, where’s the background artist @ ? I GOTTA KNOW, i STILL LOVE IT SM. FROM THE SIMPLISTIC AND SORTA GRAINY LINEART OF THE DESIGNS TO THAT COMIC FEEL? IT FELT NOSTALGIC SOMEHOW NGL. AND I THINK THEY CAPTURED THE FEEL OF THE SETTING TOO.NEW MEXICO MAN. NOT OFTEN YOU GET CARTOONS THAT TAKE PLACE THERE

MAKES ME HAPPY TBH! anyways

the art style was cute imo, great shit here my dude,I already can’t wait for the continuation, it actually ended in a cliffhanger so that’s kinda poopy. but yeah! craig and his crew went ALL out on this show you can tell! his wife and son even worked on this, EVEN ANDY BEAN! a person that WORKED with craig in woy! It’s great! i almost recognized ALL of the voice actors too, except jack fisher, I had NO idea who he was, but to KNOW an ACTUAL kid CAN give good performances? really says something, HES A PERFECTLY good example for a kid voice actor, he was great! as for the others, and the STARS TOO? such as KEITH FERGUSON, AND FRED TASTIACORE, AMANDA C MILLER, GREY GRIFFIN, KEVIN MICHAEL RICHARDSON, PHIL LAMAAR AND EVEN RICH FULCHER!! they were no joke, and obviously GREAT! im surprised keith can do such a good old man voice, wait never mind, he’s done the “orlando-bloo” voice before and that’s kind of a old voice? idk. but here we are.

overall. this show? i rate it 10/10

cant wait to see more of it!

it’s already such a comfort show for me!

i love it sm!

tysm craig for giving me ANOTHER of your cartoons to simply OBSESS over for, you’re the best man! you’re my idol!

k well I guess that’s all. sorry if it was a lot. i just. wanted to say something long about this show.

k well BYE BYE 🧡💜‼️

#god #i loved kid cosmic sm #it’s not even funny #like srs #ugh #🧡💜#kid cosmic #spoilers #kid cosmic spoilers #craig mccracken #wander over yonder

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osakaso5 · 3 years

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IDOLiSH7 End Of Year Story 2020: A Stage of Celebration

Every Day is a Good Day Part 2: The Show Begins

Part 1

[Phone rings]

Momo: Yes. This is Sunohara. Ah... Yes. Right... I see, that makes sense...

Momo: I understand. Then... Maybe next year, or the year after that... Yes. Please do.

[Door opens]

Yuki: Well?

Momo: It'll take time.

Rinto Okazaki: Hello there. It's rare for you to use your legal name while making phone calls, Momo-kun.

Rinto Okazaki: Did something happen back home?

Yuki: No, this has to do with Re:vale.

Rinto Okazaki: Re:vale... Is something going to happen to you in a year or two?

Momo: I really wanted it to be this year. Oh well, I guess there's no point to rushing this stuff...

Rinto Okazaki: ........

Momo: What's wrong, Okarin?

Rinto Okazaki: A-are you getting married?

Momo: Who, me? Yuki?

Yuki: Not us.

Rinto Okazaki: I thought so. You had me frightened for a moment.

Momo: If anyone should have a wedding, it's our president. His wife wanted a proper ceremony, but they ended up just signing the papers and nothing else.

Rinto Okazaki: They said they'd hold the ceremony soon. They're just waiting for Re:vale to write them a wedding song.

Yuki: Why would I make a wedding song for that guy?

Momo: Now, now. Just do it for his missus. She's a nice lady.

Rinto Okazaki: So, what was it that you wanted to get done this year?

Momo: A Re:vale shrine.

Rinto Okazaki: A Re:vale shrine..?

Momo: We've gotten to be so popular that we can't even do our New Year's shrine visit in peace anymore.

Momo: So we thought we'd have a shrine built on top of this building, department store style.

Yuki: Which is also known as separation of worship.

Rinto Okazaki: You did mention that before... Don't tell me, you were serious about it!?

Momo: Totally! It's rough being an idol, so it'd be nice to have our very own deity, to watch over us.

Yuki: That call was about a god of entertainment that Momo had been looking into. So, they can't so it yet?

Momo: They said we should visit the god regularly to form a bond first.

Yuki: That sounds reasonable. Oh well, I guess that's a new goal for us to work towards.

Rinto Okazaki: You always did have grandiose ideas... Almost too big, if you're trying to build your own personal shrine...

Momo: Oh, don't be like that! It's better than giving up without trying!

Rinto Okazaki: I can't believe my brother let you try and build a shrine on top of our agency.

Yuki: We asked if he wanted us to switch agencies or build our own shrine, and he said he'd rather have the shrine.

Rinto Okazaki: That explains everything.

Momo: And in the long run, it'd be nice to let other entertainers come visit our shrine on th New Year's, too!

Momo: It'll have food stalls too, obviously! We could even make a mikoshi!

Yuki: You're such a big dreamer, Momo.

Rinto Okazaki: That he is!

[Phone rings]

Rinto Okazaki: Ah... It's time. Well then, if you'll both excuse me.

Momo: Leaving so soon? You've been going home earlier lately, are you doing something special?

Rinto Okazaki: Well, uh... I've been really into cleaning out my washing machine lately!

Yuki: Seriously?

Rinto Okazaki: It's so nice to get all that mildew out, you see. I got completely hooked on it, and now it's a nightly routine for me!

Momo: Are you sure you're okay?

Rinto Okazaki: Whatever do you mean!? Of course I'm fine! Well then, I'll see you tomorrow!

[Door closes]

Momo: ........

Yuki: I never knew people could get so into cleaning their washing machine.

Momo: Wait, are you saying you believed that excuse?

Yuki: What excuse?

Momo: I think Okarin's been acting weird lately... More than once or twice, even.

Yuki: Like how?

Momo: Well... I saw an idol costume that belonged to neither of us in his car.

Yuki: An idol costume..?

Momo: There was also a headband with the word "leader" written on it.

Yuki: A headband with the word "leader"..?

Momo: Which means, either Okarin wants to start managing idols other than us...

Yuki: Or he's planning to join Re:vale, as our leader...

Momo: I know it's weird of me to say this, but it must be tough managing idols like us.

Momo: I think stress might be getting the best of Okarin...

Yuki: We should throw him one of our thank you parties, like we used to back in the day. I'll make curry, using that one really tedious recipe.

Momo: Okarin loves that curry! The boys from IDOLiSH7 wanted to try it, too!

Yuki: Really? In that case, I guess I should bring it to the New Year's party they're holding.

Momo: I'm sure they'll love it! I'm so excited!

Yuki: So am I. Just let me just ask Yamato-kun if we can bring over food of our own.

Momo: What curry are you making?

Yuki: Probably beef curry, though I won't be able to eat it.

[Phone rings]

Yuki: Ah, he replied.

Momo: What'd he say?

Yuki: "Sure. The guys all like curry, anyway." Look.

Momo: Wow! I never thought Yamato would EVER reply to one of your messages with an excited King Pudding sticker!

Yuki: That's the power of curry at work.

Momo: I'll help you out in the kitchen! This party's gonna be so much fun!

- - - -

Haruka Isumi: Morning.

Minami Natsume: Good morning, Isumi-san. This room certainly brings back memories.

Haruka Isumi: It's our ex-president's room.

Torao Mido: Apparently they changed this floor's layout for the New Year.

Torao Mido: They're making a new room for our current president elsewhere, so we're free to use this room whenever we're at the office.

Toma Inumaru: Great. When they said they were gonna do some cleaning around here, it made me feel a little weird.

Toma Inumaru: Good thing I told the bigwigs that I didn't want them to just sweep everything under the rug and take our spot from us...

Haruka Isumi: Our spot, huh. There's so many movies here.

Toma Inumaru: It's like our very own secret hideout!

Minami Natsume: By the way, have you already heard? There's someone who wants to come see us today.

Haruka Isumi: Someone from Tsukumo?

Minami Natsume: Yes.

Torao Mido: Is it the chief manager we've been hearing about? That was pretty much Ryo-san's job, up until recently.

Toma Inumaru: They said they wanted the new chief manager to start before the New Year. I wonder what kinda person it'll be.

Haruka Isumi: Doesn't matter who it is. No one's taking the reins from us.

Minami Natsume: Oh, so you're already waging war against them.

Torao Mido: Can't say I don't relate. We've come too far to become Tsukumo's little puppets now.

Toma Inumaru: Gotta protect our style and our turf.

Haruka Isumi: Hmph! We're not gonna bend that easy!

ŹOOĻ: ........

Haruka's Thoughts: What if it's someone scary..?

Toma's Thoughts: What if it's an even bigger weirdo than Ryo-san..?

Torao's Thoughts: What if we're not gonna get along..?

Minami's Thoughts: The others seem very shaken up, as much as they'd like to pretend otherwise.

[Knock knock]

???: May I come in?

Haruka Isumi: They're here! What do we do!?

Toma Inumaru: Haru, sit in the middle of the sofa! Spread your legs all high and mighty like!

Haruka Isumi: Like this!?

Torao Mido: No, go stand at the front! Strike an imposing pose! Go!

Haruka Isumi: Imposing!?

Torao Mido: You're a kid, so you can get away with it! Now go!

Haruka Isumi: Seriously!?

[Knock knock]

???: Excuse me. May I come in now?

Haruka Isumi: ...Uh... No? We need you to wait outside some more.

???: I'm coming in.

Haruka Isumi: Why!?

Minami Natsume: This person seems very forceful.

Torao Mido: Yeah, seriously.

Toma Inumaru: ...I've got a real bad feeling about this.

[Door opens]

Shiro Utsugi: It's very nice to meet you. I'm Shiro Utsugi, from Tsukumo Productions.

Shiro Utsugi: I'm ŹOOĻ's upcoming chief manager.

Shiro Utsugi: It's a pleasure to be working with you all.

Haruka Isumi: .......

Torao Mido: .......

Minami Natsume: .......

Toma Inumaru: N-nice to... Ow!

Haruka Isumi: Not yet.

Torao Mido: Too early!

Minami Natsume: We should observe the situation some more.

Haruka Isumi: Hmph, Utsugi-san, was it?

Shiro Utsugi: Thank you for memorizing my name so quickly, Isumi-san. You may also call me Shiro, if you prefer.

Torao Mido: ...He's coming on real strong.

Minami Natsume: ...So he is.

Haruka Isumi: ...No, thanks! You're only here because the higher ups told you to come, anyway.

Shiro Utsugi: Of course I'm not. Even among Tsukumo's long, rich history, you are one of their greatest breakout hits in years.

Shiro Utsugi: I could not be more honored to work with you. I'm very happy to be here.

Shiro Utsugi: Now if you don't mind, I'll continue my self-introduction. I'm 35 years old, 178 centimeters tall, single, and my favorite type of food is anything with fish.

Shiro Utsugi: Ever since graduating, I've been working overseas in one of the offices that belong to Tsukumo's parent company.

Shiro Utsugi: However, when Ryo-kun was made president, I was made to fly back here...

Toma Inumaru: You know Ryo-san?

Shiro Utsugi: Well... I wouldn't quite call us childhood friends, but we've known each other for a long time.

Shiro Utsugi: I can't say we got along particularly well, either...

Haruka Isumi: I bet...

Shiro Utsugi: As you know, much has happened this past December. That is also when I got a call from Ryo-kun.

Shiro Utsugi: He wanted to leave ŹOOĻ in my care. It surprised me as much as it probably surprises you. He must've cared about you a great deal.

Toma Inumaru: ...About us?

Shiro Utsugi: Yes. He's quite unpleasant, no?

Minami Natsume: Yes.

Haruka Isumi: Hey, hold on..! We can't say that for sure.

Shiro Utsugi: He's a terrible person. He used his company's talents for selfish revenge, only to crash and burn.

Shiro Utsugi: But, in the end, he did care for you. I plan to meet the expectations he's placed on me.

Minami Natsume: ...I see. So you're here on his request.

Shiro Utsugi: I've heard all about you. Even before that, I was keeping an eye on your work out of pure interest.

Shiro Utsugi: Ryo-kun told me you're extremely wary of people, yet easy to trick.

Torao Mido: ...And what do you think now that you've finally met us in person?

Shiro Utsugi: Some of his descriptions of you I completely understand, while others still elude me.

Shiro Utsugi: I don't expect you to trust me in a day. Let's take our time.

Shiro Utsugi: Now, did you have any questions?

Haruka Isumi: .......

Torao Mido: .......

Minami Natsume: .......

Toma Inumaru: What... kinda work do you wanna do with us?

Shiro Utsugi: Something that'll appease both your and your fans' wishes.

Shiro Utsugi: You've had to force yourselves into things more than enough by now, so I don't plan to make you do anything you don't want. I think you're appealing enough as is.

Shiro Utsugi: Though if there's one thing I'd like, it's to get you to BorW again next year.

Minami Natsume: You want us to win the grand prize of the idol category..?

Shiro Utsugi: I want you to win the grand prize of the whole event. I'm sure you can do it. You're very cool, with a talent for both singing and dancing.

Haruka Isumi: .......

Haruka's Thoughts: He's praising us a lot...

Toma's Thoughts: He's so nice...

Torao's Thoughts: Maybe he's not a bad guy, after all...

Minami's Thoughts: Now I'm even more suspicious of him...

Shiro Utsugi: Did you want to ask anything else? If not, then... Ah, but first.

Toma Inumaru: W-what is it... sir?

Torao Mido: Don't lose yet. Get too polite with him and you're done for.

Toma Inumaru: Whaddaya want?

Shiro Utsugi: Haha, relax. I don't bite. I just genuinely like you guys a lot.

Haruka Isumi: N-now he's the one getting all casual with us.

Shiro Utsugi: You've had to deal with Ryo-kun up until now. How could you be scared of little old me?

Minami Natsume: We're not scared.

Shiro Utsugi: That's good to hear. I can't let you in on the details just yet, but there's going to be big happenings in the entertainment world this upcoming year.

Toma Inumaru: Happenings?

Shiro Utsugi: Specifically, in the idol industry. Ryo-kun did raise quite a bit of commotion before he left, after all.

Shiro Utsugi: In order to regain our trust, we'll have to make moves across the entire industry. Though all of this should be kept off record for now.

Shiro Utsugi: We'll need good connections to make it in the entertainment world from now on.

Shiro Utsugi: On that note, I need you to do something...

Shiro Utsugi: Please go drop by at Takanashi Produtions.

Haruka Isumi: Takanashi Productions? You mean IDOLiSH7's agency?

Shiro Utsugi: Precisely. Your schedules should be open on the day I need you to go, and you'll even get a little reward for it if you do.

Shiro Utsugi: What do you think?

Toma Inumaru: I don't mind...

Shiro Utsugi: Thank you. And the others?

Haruka Isumi: Well, if Toma's going...

Torao Mido: If Haruka and Toma are going...

Minami Natsume: If the others are all going...

Shiro Utsugi: Thank you. I'll be there as well, so let's all enjoy their New Year's party together.

Shiro Utsugi: Well then, please excuse me.

ŹOOĻ: ........

ŹOOĻ: That was nerveracking...

- - - -

Banri Ogami: ...That's enough for now!

Rinto Okazaki: Phew..! I'm so tired..!

Kaoru Anesagi: I can barely stand! I don't know how you can still keep dancing, Takanashi-san, Ogami-san...

Tsumugi Takanashi: I do muscle training regularly!

Banri Ogami: And I sometimes join MEZZO" for their lessons! What about you, Utsugi-san?

Shiro Utsugi: I...

Shiro Utsugi: I'm not sure I can keep going for much longer.

Kaoru Anesagi: Neither can I...

Shiro Utsugi: My age must be getting the best of me... All this moving around is making me realize just how incredible our idols truly are.

Rinto Okazaki: Me, too! They're really something! And Kinako-chan is working just as hard!

Kinako: Myu myu~!

Banri Ogami: Sir, are you feeling alright?

Otoharu Takanashi: ...I'm...

Otoharu Takanashi: ...Fine...

Banri Ogami: You don't look fine at all! You can barely talk!

Otoharu Takanashi: Thi... this is... my first... full rehearsal...

Tsumugi Takanashi: Why don't you go rest in the corner for a while?

Otoharu Takanashi: ...I told Yaotome-kun... that I'd film us... and send him the video so... I could brag about it...

Kaoru Anesagi: President Takanashi, you're acting like a schoolboy with a grudge...

Banri Ogami: I suppose we could all use a break. If anyone needs a drink, I'll go get something.

Rinto Okazaki: We've all got our own water bottles, so we should be fine. Let's go sit down over there.

Kaoru Anesagi: Heh. You want us to sit in a circle? I haven't done anything like this since my school days.

Shiro Utsugi: I wonder where the end of the circle will be... Where would you like to sit, President Takanashi?

Banri Ogami: I don't know if this person's being rude or polite...

Otoharu Takanashi: I... I'm... fine sitting... anywhere...

Banri Ogami: Then let's all form a circle around the president..

Otoharu Takanashi: W-why me..? Hey, Banri-kun... Don't treat me like I'm a zoo animal...

Banri Ogami: I-I'm not! I thought it'd make you feel like our chief!

Kinako: Myu myu~!

Otoharu Takanashi: Come here, Kinako. I'll be fine if I get to rest up with you...

Tsumugi Takanashi: Oh, Dad...

Shiro Utsugi: You were the best Sogo Osaka you could've been.

Shiro Utsugi: You must've had a rough time with Riku Nanase's role too, Takanashi-san.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Well... It certainly puts a bit of pressure on me to be the center.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Did you have a hard time playing Mitsuki-san's part?

Shiro Utsugi: I suppose. You can't dance like him without being especially energetic, so I had to wring out all the youthfulness in me.

Banri Ogami: Perhaps we should've swapped your and Okazaki-san's roles?

Rinto Okazaki: As a fellow glasses wearer, I'm afraid I can't let Yamato-kun’s role go to someone else.

Kaoru Anesagi: Hehe, now you're just being silly.

Kaoru Anesagi: ...This feels weird. I never thought I'd be in Takanashi Productions' lesson room, sitting in a circle on the floor.

Rinto Okazaki: Though we see each other often at work, we rarely get a chance to talk properly.

Shiro Utsugi: May I ask how the rest of you ended up in this line of work?

Tsumugi Takanashi: I'd like to know, too. Why did you become a manager, Anesagi-san?

Kaoru Anesagi: I have two older sisters. They're both beautiful and stylish, with a passion for fashion.

Rinto Okazaki: If I remember correctly, your sisters...

Kaoru Anesagi: ...Did amateur modeling, yes. Though just for a short while.

Banri Ogami: I had no idea!

Shiro Utsugi: It's no wonder. Beauty must run in the family.

Kaoru Anesagi: Hey, I don't want someone from Tsukumo sweet talking to me.

Shiro Utsugi: I know our company doesn't have the most honest reputation, but I'm being sincere here. This is just how I personally feel.

Kaoru Anesagi: ...Then again, I suppose it doesn't feel bad to receive compliments, even from you.

Shiro Utsugi: I'm glad to hear that.

Kaoru Anesagi: In any case, hearing stories from my sisters is what made me want to work in the entertainment industry.

Kaoru Anesagi: It's so beautiful, brilliant, harsh, and relentless, yet gentle... I was so happy when I first got to work at Yaotome Productions.

Rinto Okazaki: And then you got to be the manager to the president's son and his idol group. You're really something.

Kaoru Anesagi: Heh. Pretty incredible, huh? What about you, Ogami-san? Based on some of the rumors I've heard, your reason was quite dramatic, was it not?

Banri Ogami: Right... And it's not that I don't want to talk about it, but it is a long story.

Rinto Okazaki: That's true. It's the kind of story that would take one novel, or maybe three volumes of manga to tell...

Banri Ogami: What about you, Okazaki-san? I know your older brother is the president.

Rinto Okazaki: Yes, he is. Rather than having a particular interest in the entertainment world, I wanted to help him with his business.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Your brother must've been very smart, then.

Rinto Okazaki: Oh, not at all. If anything, I was always the smart one, while he was the troublemaker.

Rinto Okazaki: He set up an event company, and then a talent agency... Perhaps because he met Banri-kun and Yuki-kun.

Rinto Okazaki: I once asked my brother why he decided to set up a talent agency.

Kaoru Anesagi: What did he say?

Rinto Okazaki: He said that since we live in an age where being in the public eye and taking responsibility of your actions is getting more and more risky...

Rinto Okazaki: ...It'd be thrilling to work in an industry with lots of young people who are saddled with those risks.

Kaoru Anesagi: ...Oh, gosh... Maybe he does say smart things sometimes. I'm tearing up.

Banri Ogami: Exactly... They're all really, really cool.

Tsumugi Takanashi: It's really nice to hear someone in this business say that, especially someone who's the president of a talent agency.

Rinto Okazaki: His words are what inspired me to get on board. And he wasn't wrong, the entertainment world is indeed very thrilling.

Rinto Okazaki: What about you, Utsugi-san? What inspired you to get into showbusiness?

Shiro Utsugi: ........

Kaoru Anesagi: What, is it something you can't say..?

Shiro Utsugi: No, I was just feeling a bit shy.

Kaoru Anesagi: Shy!?

Shiro Utsugi: My reason is a bit childish, like something you'd hear from a teenage fan.

Shiro Utsugi: I wanted to offer my support to work so hard to shine on stage.

Tsumugi Takanashi: ...I know the feeling... I started out like that, too.

Shiro Utsugi: Started out..? Do you no longer feel that way?

Tsumugi Takanashi: Of course I do. My idols are very dear to me, and I still want to support them. That hasn't changed a bit.

Tsumugi Takanashi: I know we're only training for a small dance number at a New Year's party... But practicing like an idol has only made that feeling stronger.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Real idols must be doing even more difficult and incredible things than this.

Kaoru Anesagi: Right... Just learning how to sing and dance is taxing enough.

Kaoru Anesagi: At least, it should be. Which is why I want to take care of anything else for them.

Kaoru Anesagi: Whether it snows or rains spears, I'll get them to their next venue safe and sound.

Banri Ogami: Same here... I want to keep them safe, if just this once.

Banri Ogami: They have so much talent and so many ambitions. I want to protect them, so they don't get hurt anymore.

Rinto Okazaki: And I want them to smile. Both on and off work. I want to help them be happy.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Right!

Shiro Utsugi: It's so nice to hear this sort of talk. Let's all do our best for the party.

Shiro Utsugi: I was a bit intimidated when I dropped by here to make my introductions, only to be drafted for a musical number...

Tsumugi Takanashi: I'm so sorry about that.

Banri Ogami: So am I.

Shiro Utsugi: But I realize how a group like IDOLiSH7 came out of an agency like this, now.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Utsugi-san...

Shiro Utsugi: Takanashi-san. You're the one who made them into the stars they are, yes?

Tsumugi Takanashi: Y-yes.

Shiro Utsugi: I'm very happy I got to meet you. I look forward to working with you in the future.

Tsumugi Takanashi: I do, too!

Kaoru Anesagi: Alright, break time's over! Do you think you can keep going, President Takanashi?

Otoharu Takanashi: Of course!

Kinako: Myu myu~♪

Rinto Okazaki: Getting to perform for 16 idols is like a dream come true!

Rinto Okazaki: We'll master MONSTER GENERATiON in no time!

All: Yeah!

- - - -

Tsumugi Takanashi: And before we knew it, the day of the party had arrived.

- - - -

Gaku Yaotome: Sorry, I need you to heat this up for me.

Yuki: Can you heat this up for me?

Iori Izumi: In case you can't tell, I can only fit two pots or pans on this gas burner!

Yuki: Just take this one off it for a second...

Iori Izumi: Nii-san is about to deep fry the chicken in that!

Gaku Yaotome: This one...

Iori Izumi: Keep special steel at the back of the line!

Mitsuki Izumi: What's going on!? Why is the kitchen so full!?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: We brought cheese dak-galbi!

Momo: And we brought curry!

Iori Izumi: I'm preparing for the stew and fried chicken.

Mitsuki Izumi: None of these are New Year's foods... Oh well!

[Door opens]

Tamaki Yotsuba: We've got a whole sea bream!

Riku Nanase: We got it from the fish market!

Mitsuki Izumi: Ooh! Now there's something that fits on a New Year's table!

Sogo Osaka: We got one bottle of sacred wine...

Nagi Rokuya: And a bag of sowing beans, to drive away bad spirits!

Gaku Yaotome: Don't you think it's a little early for the beans?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Are the decorations ready?

- - - -

Yamato Nikaido: And, done! This should do it!

Yamato Nikaido: Sorry for making you guys help out, too.

Tenn Kujo: I don't mind.

Minami Natsume: Thank you for the invitation.

Torao Mido: Where's IDOLiSH7's manager? Y'know, the girl with the fluffy hair.

Yamato Nikaido: Off somewhere with Banri-san.

Toma Inumaru: Maybe they're planning a surprise?

Haruka Isumi: A suprise?

Tenn Kujo: Like making kusudama or mochi pounding sets for all of us.

Haruka Isumi: I like kusudama! I've never gotten to pull one open!

Mitsuki Izumi: Food's ready!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Yeaf, foofs reafy!

Riku Nanase: Foofs reafy!

Yamato Nikaido: Tama, Riku, no sneaking food from the table!

Toma Inumaru: Curry and fried chicken! What a feast!

Torao Mido: What, no zouni soup? I thought this was a New Year's party.

Yuki: The curry turned out great, though.

Yamato Nikaido: Sure looks like it.

Mitsuki Izumi: I tried some, and it was amazing!

Nagi Rokuya: This stew is delicious! It has beef, and a hint of sweetness.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Sogo-kun, this dish is nice and spicy!

Sogo Osaka: It looks great! Do you like this dish, Tsunashi-san?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: It's not for me, it's for Anesagi-sa...

Otoharu Takanashi: Ladies and gentlemen!

All: .......!

Haruka Isumi: W-who was that!?

Iori Izumi: I believe that would be the president of our agency...

Otoharu Takanashi: Happy New Year!

All: .........

Momo: Happy New Year!

Gaku Yaotome: Ah... Happy New Year.

Toma Inumaru: Happy...

Otoharu Takanashi: All together, now! Give it another try! Go!

All: Happy...

Otoharu Takanashi: Happy New... Ah, wait, you're supposed to say it after me...

Momo: Why do I feel like I'm watching a newbie MC flail around on their first job ever...

Yuki: The first time's always the hardest.

Otoharu Takanashi: Happy New Year!

All: Happy New Year!

Otoharu Takanashi: Thank you for this past year! We hope to have another good one with you, so...

Otoharu Takanashi: We'll sing to you!

Yamato Nikaido: You're kidding, right?

Mitsuki Izumi: Wow, our president's really something..!!! But who's "we", anyway!?

Sogo Osaka: Banri-san, and...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Our manager!?

Riku Nanase: Even our manager!? Iori, did you know about this?

Iori Izumi: O-of course not.

Nagi Rokuya: Wow! What an extraordinary surprise!

Tenn Kujo: Come to think of it, Anesagi-san is nowhere to be found...

Yuki: Nor is Okarin.

Toma Inumaru: Nor is our manager...

Otoharu Takanashi: Please sit down and listen to...

Otoharu Takanashi: MONSTER GENERATiON!

- - - -

Rinto Okazaki: ......! The intro is playing!

Banri Ogami: Let's go, let's go! You first, Anesagi-san, then our president!

Otoharu Takanashi: Okay! Let's give this our all!

Kaoru Anesagi: Right! But I'm already getting butterflies!

Tsumugi Takanashi: So am I!

Shiro Utsugi: So am I. Ah, why don't we do something first?

Kaoru Anesagi: Do what?

Rinto Okazaki: Yes, what?

Shiro Utsugi: Put all our hands together, and...

Tsumugi Takanashi: Form a circle! Let's do it!

Banri Ogami: Alright, now for a cheer from our president!

Otoharu Takanashi: Very well! I'm a bit nervous, myself. Ahem, uh...

Kinako: Myu myu!!!

Tsumugi, Banri, Kaoru, Rinto, & Shiro: Yeah!

Otoharu Takanashi: Hey, Kinako..!

- - - -

Tsumugi's Thoughts: As we ran out to the tune of the song, we could see everyone's faces.

Tsumugi's Thoughts: Some of them looked shocked, some were laughing, some even looked concerned...

Tsumugi's Thoughts: Because of their expressions, I nearly burst out laughing, went completely red in the face, and felt my heart beat even faster...

Tsumugi's Thoughts: But I still danced just like I'd practiced, to the best of my abilities.

Yamato Nikaido: Ahaha! You're so cute, manager!

Iori Izumi: J-just try not to fall over...

Gaku Yaotome: Ahaha! This is amazing!

Gaku Yaotome: Am I right, Nanase?

Riku Nanase: Yeah...

Tsumugi's Thoughts: Having their eyes on me made me nervously focus on remembering my parts of the song and dance.

Tsumugi's Thoughts: It was all I could do just to keep up. But it was so much fun.

Tsumugi's Thoughts: They must've all felt the same way. No, even better.

Tsumugi's Thoughts: They got to stand in the spotlights of a huge stage, while a crowd of people cheered them on.

Tsumugi's Thoughts: They only had that moment to dance, and they made the most of it.

Tsumugi's Thoughts: It was incredible.

Tsumugi's Thoughts: I loved it.

Tsumugi's Thoughts: With each awkward step, I felt more and more joy that I could work with the people I admired so much.

Tenn Kujo: Anesagi-san, you're incredible!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Incredible and stylish!

Momo: Ban-san, you're so cool!!! Waaaaahhh...

Yuki: M-Momo, don't cry... Okarin, give us some fanservice!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Gimme some, too!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Whoa! That guy I don't know gave me some! I'll totally be his fan now! Who is he, anyway!?

Haruka Isumi: T-that's our manager...

Toma Inumaru: Was he already buddies with the managers from all the other agencies..?

Torao Mido: That rabbit is amazing! It's dancing to the song with everyone else! Look, Minami.

Minami Natsume: ...I'm sorry... But since I was bitten by a rabbit, I don't like them very much...

Riku Nanase: Kinako doesn't bite anyone! Look! She's giving you fanservice!

Kinako: Myu myu~♪

Tenn Kujo: Not bad.

Sogo Osaka: Wow! Our manager, Banri-san, and even the president are all dancing!

Mitsuki Izumi: Ahaha! This is so much fun..! Happy New Year!

Nagi Rokuya: Happy New Year!

Toma Inumaru: Happy New Year! And great job!

[Applause]

Tsumugi's Thoughts: The song ended, and as I gasped for air, I looked over at our audience again.

Tsumugi's Thoughts: Their kind smiles warmed my heart thoroughly.

Tsumugi's Thoughts: I never knew the sight they saw from their stage was this wonderful.

Tsumugi's Thoughts: I laughed bashfully, and just as I was going to speak out to them...

Tsumugi's Thoughts: Okazaki-san started the song back up again.

Rinto Okazaki: This time, we'll all dance together!

Toma Inumaru: Wait, right now!?

Gaku Yaotome: Sounds good to me! Let's dance!

Otoharu Takanashi: ...Huh!? I... I don't know if I still can...

Banri Ogami: Ahaha! Go rest up, sir. Momo-kun, get over here!

Momo: Waaaahhh!!!

Yuki: Stop making Momo cry!

Kaoru Anesagi: Hehe, I wasn't a half bad dancer, was I?

Tenn Kujo: You were great. Next, you can dance with me...

Riku Nanase: Tenn-nii, let's dance together! I'll teach you all the moves!

Tenn Kujo: Just who do you think you're talking to? I probably have them memorized better than you.

Kaoru Anesagi: Oh, Tenn. There's no hiding that happy look on your face, you know.

Nagi Rokuya: Hi, girl. Did you enjoy dancing in my stead?

Kaoru Anesagi: Nagi-kun..!!!

Nagi Rokuya: You were very talented. You danced as if you were my shadow itself.

Kaoru Anesagi: Gosh... I'm so happy... I mean, no I'm not! I really don't care either way!

Torao Mido: Sogo, doesn't your dance go like this?

Sogo Osaka: That's right. Ah... but your wrist should move more like this.

Torao Mido: Like this?

Sogo Osaka: Yes, like that.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Let me join in, too. We can all dance together!

Sogo Osaka: T-Tsunashi-san!

Torao Mido: Yo, Ryunosuke.

Sogo Osaka: You call him by his first name despite being younger than him?

Torao Mido: Doesn't your unit partner call him "Ryu-aniki", despite being younger than all of us?

Sogo Osaka: He at least adds the "aniki" suffix to the end...

Torao Mido: And you think that's an acceptable honorific?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Stop fighting! Let's all joing hands, make a circle, and dance together!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Oh? Whose hand is this?

Shiro Utsugi: Hello there. I must say, having the Ryunosuke Tsunashi hold my hand is making my heart race more than is appropriate for a man my age.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Huh!? Um...

Torao Mido: That's our manager, by the way.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Oh! It's nice to meet you.

Kinako: Myu myu myu~♪

Iori, Tamaki, & Haruka: Say!

Kinako: Myu myu myu~♪

Iori, Tamaki, & Haruka: Shout!

Yamato Nikaido: Amazing..!

Mitsuki Izumi: She's singing..!

Kinako: Myu♪

Iori, Tamaki, & Haruka: High!

Kinako: Myu♪

Iori, Tamaki, & Haruka: High!

Yamato Nikaido: And she's doing it perfectly..!

Mitsuki Izumi: The whole thing..!

Otoharu Takanashi: Huff, huff... Ahaha!

Minami Natsume: Are you alright, President Takanashi? Let me get you a glass of water...

Otoharu Takanashi: Ah, thank you. So, you're scared of rabbits?

Minami Natsume: You overheard our conversation?

Otoharu Takanashi: They have very strong teeth, so it must've hurt. But you don't have to worry about our Kinako.

Otoharu Takanashi: If you ever feel like making friends with a rabbit, you can come over to play with her anytime.

Minami Natsume: President Takanashi... I will. Thank you for the invitation.

Minami Natsume: And thank you for the wonderful surprise.

Otoharu Takanashi: I'm glad you liked it. I know we're only drinking water, but... Cheers.

Minami Natsume: Cheers.

Tenn Kujo: ...Ahaha! Nice one, Riku.

Riku Nanase: Thanks!

Tenn Kujo: The song is almost over. I'll need you to be our MC.

Riku Nanase: Okay!

Riku Nanase: I want to wish you all a Happy New Year one more time!

All: Happy New Year!

Riku Nanase: I want to keep this monster generation going for another year with all of you!

Tenn Kujo: Me too.

Yuki: Damn straight.

Haruka Isumi: We'll beat you next time!

Shiro Utsugi: ...It's the start of a new era, after all.

Riku Nanase: Everyone!

Riku Nanase: Let's have a good year together!

All: Yeah!

The End.

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The Lions Den

Mafia!Jiminx Wife!Reader

Genre: Mafia!AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Chapter 18.

Warnings: Smut, Blood, Guns, Knives, Excessive Cursing, Excessive Alcohol Intake, Smoking (Cigarettes and Cigars), Mental Health Issues

Warnings In This Chapter: Some Good Ol’ Angst, Angry!Jimin, Jealous!Jimin, Fluff, Blood, Children’s Body Parts

A/N: Guys, ILY. Shout out to my forever squad @ppersonna, @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia.

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4 weeks before Casino Night

It's like a terminal disease, eating it's way through your home. It's taking members of your family in the night. The heartache, the silence, the suffering.

It's like when you have the flu. All of your senses have become dim. Your ears feel muffled, you can't smell properly, can't even taste.

And, sickness always gets worse before it gets better.

You've been distant from your husband lately. Or rather, he's been distant from you.

He's been working to keep the pain and misery away but you can understand him. He finds the calming sense of relief only when he lays his head on the pillow beside you before sleeping.

Entering the kitchen, his eyes drift over to you before kissing your temple as you lean against the white countertop.

His eyes fall to your protruding stomach before ripping them away and pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"Good morning." You whisper as your hands cup the black ceramic of your teacup.

"Morning, Kitten." He murmurs before taking a sip of coffee and looking out the window above the sink to the luscious backyard.

He has always had this never ending guilt when it comes to you and his family. There's always something to blame him for but now, he knows how close he is to ending it-- he can't feel the guilt, only the sense of waiting.

"The baby moved this morning." You notify him as he stares off into the distance.

He's been keeping distant with your children too. Like he doesn't want to relish in something that could disappear within moments.

"Oh good. She's healthy then." He says before clearing his throat.

You hum in agreement as you stand up tall. Your hand lands on your stomach and you catch him looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

"She's moving now if you want to feel it." You tell him as you set your cup down on the counter.

His fingers grip tighter at his own cup before clearing his throat.

"Nah. I gotta….Gotta get ready for today's job. I'm going to be busy all day." He whispers, his voice sounding strained and displaced.

His words don't hurt you, they make you feel sorry for him. Truly. To not even be able to relish in a smidgeon of happiness is heart wrenching.

But, you can understand. You avoided him for so long when you felt like you were letting him down just a few months ago. And, you know that no matter what happens he'll always find his way back to you. Because, you're both tethered to each other like fate.

"Alright. Well we love you." You tell him before walking around the large marble island and kissing his cheek. His eyes flutter shut as your distended belly presses to his side.

"I love you, too Kitten. Always. You know that." His hand leaves the cup for a fraction of a second before gripping it again.

"I'm going to stay home today, the baby is making me feel queasy." You tell him before patting his bicep.

"Do you...Do you want me to get you anything?"

You turn to him as you walk backwards.

"Just come home safe. That's all I want." You reply before heading towards the staircase.

You pace the home office as Namjoon sits in the big armchair behind the desk.

"I mean there has to be something to it, right? Some sort of clue." You say aloud as you perch your hand below your chin.

He kicks his feet up on the desk as he stares at the stock card. You both have been obsessed with this letter for a while now. Only you, Namjoon and Yoongi have discussed this in private. They were the two that were around you the most frequently.

"I don't know, there should be something but I've cross referenced both of the Im twins handwriting and it's not theirs. I had it professionally checked." Namjoon says as he takes off his glasses. He dabs the bridge of his nose with the back of his hand before setting down the threat note on the desk.

You grunt in frustration, your hand faltering to your stomach as your daughter flutters about inside you.

"There just has to be something. It's too...neat. Too weird, y'know?" You ask the now blue haired man as he hums in agreement.

"Hey, Y/N. We're gonna get these guys, alright? We will." Your friend promises as he puts his glasses back on.

You sit down in the large armchair as your eyes flit from his to the note on the desk.

"Something is off. Just not right and I can't put my finger on it. I know this card means something. I feel like I'm having deja vu. Like I've seen it before."

This peaks Joon's interest and he leans his elbows on the table as he presses his body to the desk.

"You've never told me that before." He says as he interlocks his fingers.

"Yeah. Well I've been having a lot of time to think since I don't spend time with my husband anymore." You snap at him, your eyes narrowing at the handsome man.

He clears his throat before nodding.

"Yeah. I get it. I'm sorry." He whispers as you look at the stained glass window.

You can see the rain drops as they lazily roll down the colored glass. You run your tongue over your teeth before putting your hand to your forehead.

There's silence for a while. A long while in fact. But, it's peaceful.

Namjoon clears his throat again before shifting in the large chair.

"Does he...talk about what's bothering him? Doesn't he open up?" You snort at his question before rolling your head to him, your hair falling over your shoulder as you sigh.

"Not since he opened up the Bullet Box." You reply, referencing to the gun compartment inside your room.

He sighs loudly before putting his hands on his face.

"We're like fucking drowning over here. We're so in the dark and now's the time where he has no plan?" You shrug and shake your head in confusion before looking back at the window.

At least you could confide in Joon, he's a good listener and impartial to everyone's feelings.

"We can't have a plan if we don't know what's going on. And, he thinks Casino Night is going to magically save him." You reply finally.

He lets out a disbelieving chuckle as he puts his hands on the sides of his head.

"Yeah well we need a real plan. Having all the lions in here is nice but we need a legitimate, unfailing plan." You nod as a raindrop slides down the sparrow's face on the stained glass window.

"Yes. We do." You reply as you close your eyes.

Your house was so stuffed full of people, it was almost becoming claustrophobic. The amount of times you’ve had to tell lions to put things down or not touch something was really getting under your skin.

They’re smart and fast when it comes to their jobs but dumb and slow on picking up how to be people. You’re beginning to think anyone with a bloodthirsty drive just gets a red hot poker to the back of their neck without any initiation or interview.

“Good evening Madam.” You hear from the kitchen as you sit on the couch in the sitting room.

You look up as Sanghoon enters the room.

There was just something about this guy that you adored. He kind of reminds you of Minseok in a way. He’s young, about eighteen or nineteen and has a smile that just lights up the room. He could have been an idol or something glamorous like that with his handsome features but he started working for you and your husband about two years ago.

“Hoonie.” You say happily as you close the book you’ve been reading.

Don’t get it twisted, you miss your kids around but some silence is nice too.

“I’d offer you some but you can’t.” He says as he holds up his beer with a smirk.

You pat the spot beside you on the couch as you rest your arm atop the lip. Folding your arm at the elbow, you press your palm to your temple as he walks over.

His strides are confident and calculated and it makes you smirk. When he first came to you guys he had a lot to learn. He was just a pickpocket on the streets of Seoul then. He had no family, no money or assets. And, now he walks around in Versace with the confidence of a thousand CEOs.

“Must be nice to not have idiots around touching all your shit, huh?” He asks with a chuckle as he sits down beside you.

You tuck your legs beneath you as you turn your body to him. You give a laugh at his comment before nodding as your eyes drift around the paintings that line the walls.

“Yeah, you’re right. It is. If I see another moron break an expensive vase I’ll shoot them myself.” You jeer making him laugh.

“You just let me know who it is, Vixen. I’ll take care of them. You shouldn’t overwork yourself in your state.” He says before taking a sip of his beer.

You raise your eyebrows at him before laughing.

“Oh really now, and who is it that taught you how to shoot when she was nine months pregnant with her son?” You ask, putting your hand over your heart daintily.

He holds his hands up with a smile before tilting his head.

“You’re right. You’re right. My bad. You can take care of ‘em on your own. I’m just saying...you shouldn’t have to.” He whispers. You hum to him as he leans in closer to you before putting his temple on the couch.

“You’ve been like an older sister to me, noona. Thanks. It means a lot.” He says sincerely as his fingertip circles rings around the beer bottle opening.

You snort gently before ruffling his hair. The front door opens and you turn your head to the noise. Your husband steps inside with a grocery bag and his eyes narrow at Sanghoon on the couch beside you.

“Hi, baby.” You say with a smile. He purses his lips before drawing his gun and setting the bag down on the table beside the door.

“Hi, wife. What are you doing up so late with my daughter in your belly?” He asks as he holds the gun up.

You roll your eyes, earning widening eyes from him.

“Waiting for you and talking to Hoonie.” You say confused as you tilt your head out of his gun's way.

“Hoonie. Is it?” He asks through clenched teeth as Sanghoon begins to stutter.

“You got a speech impediment, boy? Stammering and shit. You tryina fuck my pregnant wife?” Jimin asks loudly as he steps down the entryway steps.

“N-No! No Boss! I was thanking Y/N noona for taking me in.” Your husband hums loudly as Sanghoon stands up.

“Oh, babe. Come on. He’s just a kid. Don’t be like that.” You say as he cocks the gun.

Jimin rolls his head on his shoulder before stepping around the arm chair. The only distance between him and the younger man is the length of the coffee table at their feet.

“I like you Sanghoon. You’re grown up well in my family but that doesn’t mean you can be overly friendly with my wife. Do you understand me?” You flinch at his words before looking up at Sanghoon with sorry eyes as he whimpers beneath the gaze of the gun.

“Y-Yes Boss. I’m so sorry. I won’t- I’ll never-”

“Get out of my fucking sight before I shoot you.” Jimin sneers before uncocking his gun.

“Okay. Bye noona!” He says quickly before scurrying back into the kitchen and down the stairs.

You stare at your husband as he begins to pull off his tie with angry hands.

“That was so unnecessary. You scared him!” You admonish your husband as you stand up.

He chuckles to himself before looking down at you as he tosses his tie onto the armchair behind him.

“You were petting him like a fucking dog, Kitten. You think that’s not going to boil my blood? You want him to come back up and eat your pregnant cunt? Cause I’ll leave you two alone.” He says holding his hands up. You can hear the droll venom encased in his voice and it sends you standing on your toes in front of him in seconds.

“Don’t you fucking dare. You’ve been ignoring me for a month now, maybe more. And, now’s the time when you get macho husband on me? I don’t think so, Jimin. Quit it.” You say as you shove past him.

His hand catches your wrist quickly before pulling you into his arms. His hands become steady on your shoulders as he bends down to your height.

“You do understand that any man in any vicinity of you is going to set me off. Don’t you? He was looking at you like he wanted to fuck you. Pregnant with my baby or not. You’re my wife. You’re mine.” He says, staring into your eyes as his thumbs rub comforting strokes on your bare skin.

“Plus you had your tits practically out in this nightgown.” He murmurs as his eyes flicker to the swell of your breasts below the blood red silk.

“Yeah, well I’m married. You should trust me, idiot.” You say angrily. You’re taking it all in though before he goes quiet on you again for an extended period of time. You’re taking in the way he rubs your skin with his thumbs. Taking in the loving gaze he bores into your body. Everything.

You miss it. You miss him.

“I do trust you, baby. It’s any other man with a dick that I don’t trust.” He says softly and you want to mewl at his words.

All of a sudden he’s in your space again and you’ve been dying for him to be. You’ve missed him so dearly it almost makes you weep.

“Well I’d never do anything to lose you or your trust.” You whisper as you put your hand to your stomach.

His eyes follow your hand before biting at his bottom lip nervously.

“She’s moving around? The little peanut?” He asks as he lets you go.

That was the first time you’ve heard his adorable nickname for his new child. Hawon was little bean. Minseok was little man and now your newest daughter is little peanut.

“Yeah, she’s moving a lot.” You tell him, in hopes that he might react in some way for you to gauge just how close he’s going to let you become again.

He nods and his fingers flex uncomfortably like he wants to touch you.

"You can touch her if you want to. I'm sure she'd like it." Your voice sounds hopeful and you mentally chide yourself for it.

He begins to unbutton his black dress shirt as he steps away from you.

"I brought you home some of those ginger lollipops you like for when you feel sick and some more Tums for your heart burn." He says as he walks towards the entryway.

Wishful thinking you suppose as you follow behind him.

Laying down in bed, the second your head hits the pillow you're yawning loudly and turning onto your side.

Planting a pillow beneath your stomach you murmur to your husband, "I love you."

He looks up from the armchair by the chess table before running his hand over his face.

"I love you, too Kitten. Good night." You hear the self admonishing in his tone and even though you close your eyes you stay awake for a while.

Just being in the same room with him for now is comfy enough.

Behind black eyelids, the bed dips on his side.

He stares at your face, sighing gently to himself as he looks over your features.

He runs a hand over your cheek as he lays down beside you.

"God. You feel like a million miles away from me." He mutters as he leans in to you.

His plush lips kiss your forehead and linger for a while.

From your cheek, his hand slowly glides down your shoulder to your stomach.

This was why you stayed awake, even if he doesn't know it. It feels good to have him here again, with you again.

"Hi my little peanut." He whispers softly as he slides down the bed. He rests his head on the pillow under your stomach as he stares at your growing bump.

"Mommy's been taking good care of you. You're getting so big." He mumbles as he presses his lips to your belly.

You open one eye and smile as he rubs your stomach.

"I'm sorry daddy hasn't been around, it's not fair to you," You can feel the fluttering in your stomach and you know he does as well as he sighs, "I know. I'm sorry. I missed you. I'm just afraid right now. But, mommy is strong enough for the both of us."

You close your open eye as you begin to drift off to sleep.

"You know I love you, your siblings and your mommy more than anything, don't you?" You hear him ask softly as you fall asleep.

Waking up, you pretend like you didn't witness what happened last night. Certainly because Jimin makes it seem like it never happened.

Stepping out of bed, you stretch as he puts on his suit pants.

"Morning." You mumble, wiping the bleary sleep from your eyes.

"Morning, baby." He whispers before walking past you into the walk in closet.

You roll your eyes with a sigh before taking off to the bathroom.

You just have to let him come around. That's all there is to it.

"BOSS!" The scream is shrill and it aches your heart as you both peak out of the rooms you're in before looking at each other.

"MADAM!" You rush out of the bathroom in mere seconds. Grabbing your gun from the night table before ripping open the bedroom door.

Your husband is hot on your heels as you run down the hallway and down the stairs.

"What?! What's wrong?!" You yell as you reach the second landing.

"Hey Y/N. Take it easy." Taehyung says cautiously from the doorway.

"What is it?!" Jimin yells loudly as you finally reach the entryway.

Some lions move out of the way for you both as Taehyung sets a white cardboard box on the ground.

Your heart picks up, "Body parts?" You ask as he steps away from the box with his hand over his heart.

Jimin puts his hand on the small of your back as you bend down to open the box.

"Just relax, Y/N." Taehyung calls cautiously, earning a raised eyebrow from your husband.

Opening the box, you let out a strangled scream as children's body parts sit inside of the box.

"Fuck!" Jimin curses as he slams the lid out of your hands and back onto the box.

Your body falters, falling to the ground as you widen your eyes.

"Baby." Jimin whispers worriedly as he hoists you back up. Your eyes flicker to Hyunah's mansion down the road and you take off without a second though.

"KITTEN!" He yells as he starts to run behind you.

You can feel your chest tightening, sobs ripping from your throat as you barrel down the long stretch of gravel.

Your bare feet ache and get cut up by the small black stones but you keep running, the adrenaline pulsing through your veins like a hot fire.

Jimin catches up with you easily, he stays quiet as you run. His hands carding through his black hair.

Reaching the large gates of her home, you shove them open quickly. Your bloody feet leave marks on her concrete path as you rush to the entrance.

Two Lee men stand at the front door before standing up straighter as you approach.

"Madam, Sir."

"MOVE!" You bellow at the top of your lungs. Their eyes widen as they slowly move out of your way.

You open the door quickly, your eyes scanning the large living room before looking out the large windows to her pool.

You can hear small giggles from the backyard and you sob loudly as you run past Hyunah's butler.

"Hawon! Minseok!" You scream as you rush past the kitchen to the open doors.

Hyunah turns her head to the scream as she sits up in her chaise lounge.

"Whoa. You guys okay?" Yoongi asks while burning out his cigarette as you step out onto the back patio.

Your eyes scan the backyard quickly before a wave of relief runs through you.

"Oh my God! Come here!" You call to your children as you rush off of the stone patio to the pool.

"Mommy!" Hawon cheers and you pull her and Minseok into your arms as fast as you can.

"Jisuk, come here baby!" You call to your nephew who smiles widely at his name passing through your lips.

Jimin crouches down beside you wiping his face of his tears.

"My babies." He whispers before hugging Minseok close to his body.

Jimin's index finger crooks under your chin before pulling your face towards his. He presses his lips firmly to yours as you coddle your daughter to your chest.

"Thank God you're safe." You whisper as she hugs you back.

Whose child was in that box? Who is going through a heartbreak that cannot be foretold? You pity them but you're happy your family is safe.

#the lions den #thebtswritersclub #btswritingcafe #btscreatorscorner #mafia!au #mafia!bts #mafia!jimin #mafia!jimin x reader #mafia!jimin x wife

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FAIRY TAIL NEXT GEN CHILDREN-GRUVIA EDITION

NALU

1-I know there is now a cannon child for edo Nalu and edo Gruvia with names and everything. I also know that Gajeel and Levy have twins and Levy is currently pregnant in 100 Years Quest. I love it and their names and everything about those precious babies-but I’ve had these ideas and characters and backstories growing and developing in my head for years so I’m being the stubborn Taurus that I am and sticking with it.

2-Also please forgive any misspellings and grammar mistakes as I am dyslexic and my school failed us at teaching spelling and grammar. I did my best.

Hello my lovelies!!

So I’ve spent most of the day working on the first two ships and editing everything so I figured why not just post the second one right away.

And the next ship we’re doing on this crazy journey is my personal favorite my OTP to end all OTPS

GRUVIA!!

Ah yes people... I’m in my happy place.

THE FULLBUSTERS:

Nicolai Sliver Fullbuster- Nicknames- Nick, Nicky, Nicky Bear (gotta love little sisters)

Birthday: March 15th, 797 (Bonus points if anyone gets the reference :P)

Magic: Ice Make Magic

Appearance:

-Height: 5’10 (same height as Gray)

-Hair: Dark and thick like Grays, slightly wavy curiosity of his mother.

-Eye color: Dark blue and large like he’s mother’s.

-Built like his father.

-He and Gray are the closest to clones.

IMPORTANT FACTS:

-Gray doesn’t want his boy to deal with the consequences of being a demon slayer… so he doesn’t teach him how to be one. At least not completely. He does pass on some techniques and skills but nothing more.

-For example he teaches him Ice Make Sliver.

-He got the name Nikolai Sliver from both of his grandfathers-I chose a Russian name because I have this idea in my head that in the real world Juvia would be Russian and nothing can convince me otherwise.

-Though he got over it eventually poor thing hated the cold and having to strip in the snow.

-He too got the illness Ultrear had, and while he didn’t get through it as easily as the Dragnell children he got through it in the end.

And before anyone ask yes… he stripes.

Personality:

-Kind

-Loyal (but maybe not to a fault)

-Laid back like his father

-A little moody and temperamental at times

-Can be a bit reserved but more or less wears his heart on his sleeve like Juvia.

-Very imaginative like his mother… which sometimes lead him to being a little ditzy and spacy.

-Very loving

-Very protective of those he loves

-Definitely inherited Juvia’s possessiveness-when his sister was being introduced to the guild for the first time after she was born he grabbed hold of her little blanket, stood in front of her and said

“No! She’s MY baby sister!!”

-Gray QUICKLY helped him get it under control

-A huge romantic like Juvia…like MAJOR romantic. He even enjoys reading her romance novels (but don’t you dare tell anyone)

-He also enjoys drawing, doing anything in the snow and ice

-Very intelligent and did well in school-given his magic he was particularly skilled in art. No one understands how he managed to do so well in school because his note books are covered in doodles

-In general just a much more open and expressive person than his father or sister, much more like his mother.

Relationships:

-Extremely close with both of his parents-the Fullbusters are known for having a very close knit and loving family.

-Like almost every boy in this generation he is a total mama’s boy and you better not call him out on it.

-Also idolizes his father and wants to be just like him

-Absolutely adores his little sister is very gentle and sweet with her. He’s extremely protective of her and one of the only four people he can be a little possessive over (the others being Lila and his parents).However, she can get on his nerves because like most little siblings she follows him everywhere and wants to do everything with him. Plus they can both be temperamental and stubborn. They are also so much alike yet express themselves in such different ways that it causes clashes. As a result, they bicker the most out of any of the siblings in the next gen-but their fights never, EVER turn physical. But the bottom line is they are exceptionally close-so close in fact they are one of the only pairs in the next gen that can successfully pull of a Unison Raid.

-Real he just wants Eliza to stop calling him Nicky Bear… in public at least.

-The first of his two best friends is Simon Scarlet. At first it was a matter of convenience because he was the only boy in the guild close to her age, but it didn’t take too long to become genuine friends. They love to bond over their love of sweets. The other of course is Lila.

And naturally Happy… Happy is everyone’s best friend

-He has loved Lila pretty much his entire life-before he even understood what that feeling was. When he learned what the concept of marriage, he knew right away she was the one he was going to marry. As stated before he constantly referred to her as his wife as children and when they were older (like almost 20 or older than 20) he would say “You know I’m going to marry you one day Dragnell right?”

Elizaveta/ Eliza/ Liza Ur Fullbuster

Birthday: November 23rd, 801

Magic: Water.

Appearance:

Height: 5’2 (a couple of inches shorter than Juvia who is 5’4 according to the Wiki)

Hair: Long, thick and wavy like Juvia’s, dark like Gray’s

Eyes: Juvia’s shape but dark like Gray’s

-She has the same gifted build as Juvia, but somehow a little more fragile looking

-Has her father’s smile

-Yes that beautiful beautiful smile

-Has heard from Gray that despite her strong resemblance to her mother something about her reminds him of his mother

IMPORTANT FACTS:

-Elizaveta or Eliza Ultear got her name from Juvia’s mother and obviously Ultear. Eliza is what she goes by and only those closest with her call her Liza

-Eliza was born five weeks early and this caused… problems. She was extremely sick as a baby. She ended up becoming dyslexic. Finally, it messed with her powers. She has water powers like her mother, but because she was born so early they are technically incomplete because her body isn’t completely made of water like Juvia. This means she’s not impervious to physical attacks, but she makes up for it in other ways.

-Due to being born early and being a little sickly, when she got that infamous illness all the children in the next gem see to get Ultear’s illness (I have no idea what else to call it) she got hit the worse. She actually came close to dying and Gray and Juvia were told to expect the worst.

-Because of this, despite obviously being a skilled and well trained wizard, Eliza is more known for her emotion strength and endurance rather than her physical strength (at least until she was almost an adult)

-Is definitely no ice wizard and can’t stand the cold, but did learn some tricks including how to freeze her rain into snow or freezing rain.

And yes… she is absolutely forbidden to strip under any and all circumstances unless she doesn’t want to see the outside world until she’s 30 or until Gray is dead… which ever comes first

Personality:

-Massive, huge heart of gold

-Very sweet

-Very shy and introverted

-Extremely reserved, keeps everything close to her chest like her father

-Appears laid back but is a ball of emotion and anxiety and occasional bouts of depression

-Comes off as an ethereal, sweet, Mary Jane type of dainty princess when she is anything but

-Actually, has a very snarky, sarcastic sense of humor a la Gray and is just funny like her mother.

-Is never willing to start a fight but if you push her enough she follows the same line of thought as Lila;

-Is very stubborn, moody and temperamental at times

-Very ambitious and always smiling despite everything that’s happened to her.

-Is quiet laid back with her language when she’s older and has been known to swear.

-Is also great at impressions.

-Has Juvia’s quiet astounding imagination and is definitely a dreamer.

-Is a HUGE romantic, openly reading her mother’s romance novels. Otherwise she’s very good at hiding it… mostly.

-Exceptionally smart but struggles with math and is a slow reader because of her dyslexia. She excels in history and music.

-I have a head cannon that Juvia can sing because of all the hydration she gets from having a water body, mermaids/sirens luring sailors with their voices and because apparently Juvia’s voice actress can sing. So Eliza inherited that gift but never sings on stage for the public.

RELATIONSHIPS:

-Because of how sickly she has always been, and because she was the first girl born to the guild a string of boys, and because of how bad she’s treated by kids at school, Eliza is utterly spoiled and a little coddled by all. No on one minds though because she never acts spoiled. She just loves having such a safe and warm space to fall.

-Like her brother is super close to her parents.

-Juvia is her rock and the pair are inseparable.

-She is also daddy’s littler girl though don’t you ever get her to admit it. They love joking around with each other and just talking.

-She adores and idolizes her big brother-her Nicky Bear. She always wanted to follow him around and do what he did-which after a certain point would get on his nerves. She also sometimes get annoyed with how protective he can be. They can both be a little possessive over each other and their parents. As mentioned before they have many of the same personality traits but express them in different ways, so they bicker a lot. But in the end she would be lost without him.

-Like her mother Eliza was unfortunately bullied badly by kids outside the guild and even more unfortunate a few kids in the guild. So her three closest friends are Lila Dragnell, Hazel Redfox and much to her chagrin Iggy Dragnell.

-Iggy is the only person who can flare her temper on the daily and who she has fought with-he never fights with more than words but from time to time she will blast him with water just to get him to leave her alone. He is more or less the annoying younger brother she never asked for but similar to her own brother would be lost without him.

-And before you ask no she has not and will never have a crush or any romantic feelings for Iggy… but Simon Scarlet on the other hand….

-Has a love hate relationship with Happy after he was flying her around ounce and dropped her from pretty high up which gave her a fear of heights.

All right my lovelies!! That is it for this round! I’ll be back soon... hopefully with the next ship!!!

GAJEELX LEVY!!!

#fairy tail #fairy tail next generation #gray fullbuster #Juvia Lockser #Gray X Juvia #gruvia #Headcanon #ocs #super long #this is gonna take forever

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remedy//spencer reid

Hi there! So this is my first Spencer fic and while it’s nowhere close to the first thing I’ve written (I’ve been writing for almost seven years now), it’s the first Spencer fic I’m posting. Let me know what you think and let me know if you want anything like a part two or anything because I totally have an idea for that lol. Also let me know if you have any requests or just reach out if you wanna chat about our mans Spencer Reid or MGG or about anything at all.

Enjoy- like and comment!!!!

genre: fluff, angst, lil bit of smut but not much

word count: 8.2k

warning: nightmares, drugs (not use, just mentioning), overuse of pet names

This fic is inspired by Remedy by Adele so give that a listen while you’re reading okay now go!

SPENCER

"I can't believe we got these tickets!" Garcia exclaims, bouncing up and down in her seat. "Lottie Ray is one of my favorite singers of all time!"

"We know that, Garcia," Luke laughs, patting her shoulder. "You talk about her all the time,"

"Because she's talented and gorgeous and amazing and helps with charities and visits sick children and she's a goddess, Luke Alvez!" Garcia snaps, turning to the backseat to punch his chest a few times. I duck away from the physical violence and knock into the Prentiss, apologizing quietly.

"Alright, kids, calm down," Emily laughs. "We don't need a pre-concert fight,"

"Don't make a mess of my car!" Tara warns from the driver's seat.

"If this is any indications as to how the night is gonna go with you two then maybe I should go home," I joke, running my fingers through my newly short hair. I hadn't gotten it cut in a while so I figured now would be an appropriate time.

"So remind me how we're getting backstage?" Luke asks, turning his head to me.

"Backstage passes, that's what I was told," Emily answers with a nonchalant shrug. "FBI privileges. At least it's good for something,"

We arrive at the stadium and park our cars just as Matt and JJ pull up on either side of us with their families piled in their cars, Rossi and Krystall on the other side of one of them. Everyone jumps out of their cars and Rossi starts distributing backstage passes for everyone to wear around their necks, trying to tame the excited kids. They've been raving about this concert for weeks and now that it's here, they can't contain their energy.

"Come on, everyone!" JJ exclaims, waving the kids towards the entrance.

We flash our new badges and security lets us through, then we meet up with another security guard who brings us to a green room filled with food and drinks that just excites the kids even more. Nobody can seem to contain any of the kids as they go ravaging through the food in the room.

"So," the security guard at the door says, "if you all didn't know, Shawn Mendes is the opening act for tonight. He's starting a soundcheck on the stage in about ten minutes and then Lottie Ray is gonna do her soundcheck after, so you're more than welcome to go and watch it, if you want. Catering is a few doors down to the right if you get hungry, and just ask security if you need anything at all,"

We all mumble out our thank you's as the security guard disappears. Kristy and Will start pulling the kids away from the food so they don't make themselves sick as everyone makes themselves comfortable on the couches, and, of course, Emily locates some wine.

"Is this what it's like to be a celebrity?" Tara jokes as Emily fills up her glass. "I could get used to this,"

"We finally understand how Rossi lives," Matt adds on.

"Knock knock," there's a soft voice from the doorway and all our heads whip over.

Lottie Ray is standing in the doorway and I swear, my breath is knocked right out of my chest. I've never seen a more gorgeous human being in my life. Her smile is huge and her green eyes are shining, contrasting against her red satin and lace outfit that fits her perfectly. She's shifting her weight back and forth on her feet, telling me that her heels are hurting her feet, but she looks so happy that it's easy to ignore. Her long brown hair is curled down to her waistline and frames her doll-like face perfectly. She looks sinfully stunning.

The kids all gasp at the sight of the international superstar and she laughs, stepping further into the room. "Hi!" She grins, waving at the kids. "I heard we had visitors on tour and I just had to come say hi to you all before I go get ready! It's so wonderful to meet you all," The kids are absolute puddles in the face of Lottie and it's actually quite funny. I don't think I've ever seen them this quiet and compliant. "I hope you all come and watch soundcheck, it's always a lot of fun,"

"We'll be there," Garcia says, and it seems like she's in the same trance that the kids are.

"Alright," Lottie glances out the door for a moment, "I've gotta run and go get ready but I'll come visit again before the show," she blows a kiss and then starts heading out the door. "See you later!" And with that, she's gone.

As soon as she's gone, the trance is broken and the kids break into cries of excitement, raving about how they've just met their idol as they go running to hang on their parents. I'm still replaying the image of that angel in my mind and trying to keep myself under control, to keep my cheeks from blushing. She's just so beautiful.

"We should get to that soundcheck, right?" Krystall suggests after checking the time once more.

"Let's go, let's go!" The kids cheer and start running through the door, nearly toppling over anyone passing by in the hallway.

We all rush after them so they don't get lost, but when I spot Lottie rushing into a dressing room down the hall, I bite my lip. "Hey, Rossi," I say, nudging his arm. "I'm gonna go find a bathroom before soundcheck,"

"Sounds good," he waves me away, being pulled away immediately by his wife. I see them off until they've disappeared into the stadium, being led by a security guard to where they can sit and watch. And once they're gone, I hurry down the hallway.

I get to a door with Lottie Ray on the front and a handle with a number lock on it, so I quickly type in the month and year of my birthday, hearing the door unlock before pushing it open. Lottie whips around from where she's standing in the middle of the room, a smile breaking out on her face.

"You cut your hair," is the first thing she says before jumping into my arms, barely even waiting for the door to close.

"Do you hate it?" I ask, tucking my head into her neck, my arms tightening around her waist. I hear her heels clatter to the floor.

"I absolutely love it," she giggles, pulling away and placing her hands on my cheeks as she inspects my locks. "I've never seen you with short hair though. What am I supposed to pull on now?" Lottie smiles at me in the most innocent way, coursing her fingers through my hair, settling at the base of my neck.

"How about we find out?" I tease right back, carrying her to the couch in the corner of the room and tossing her down.

Lottie's eyes go wide as I reach for the button on her pants, pulling them down her legs. "What? Are you crazy?"

"Maybe a little," I quip, tossing the satin aside, taking in the sight of her in a lace bodysuit. "You're wearing red lace and expect me to keep myself under control?"

"Your team is outside and you wanna- we've kept this a secret for almost five years and you're gonna jeopardize that just so you can eat me out in my dressing room?" She protests, but her body says different as she slides her legs open when I lay on the couch in front of her.

"Nothing we haven't done before," I quip, pushing her bodysuit aside. She's looking down at me with her eyes wide and her lips parted, a beautiful and needy expression etched on her face. "And we've gotta make it fast, hmm? I told Rossi I was going to the bathroom,"

"I hate you sometimes," Lottie breathes out, tossing her head back.

Since she's not looking anymore, I take the moment to stun her and circle my lips around her clit, immediately earning a drawn-out moan. "Shh," I hush her, "we can't have everyone knowing what's going on in here. Now be a good girl and stay quiet for me."

///

"I can't believe you did that," Lottie breathes out, pulling on a pair of black workout pants and reaching for a sports bra.

I come out of the bathroom from washing my hands, smirking. "You can't say you didn't enjoy it,"

"You've gotta get back to your team, okay?" she grabs my cheeks and pulls my lips down to hers, now significantly shorter without her heels on. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," I echo, pecking her lips a few more times. "I'll see you later. Be safe,"

Lottie snorts, grabbing a hair tie from the coffee table as she follows me out the door. "You're telling me that, Mr. FBI? Mr. Shot In The Neck? Mr. Shot in The Knee? Mr-"

"Yes, I am, because you're the one who broke your foot on stage last year. So, yes, be safe," she wraps her arms around my waist from behind, leaving us waddling along to the stage, but she's laughing and that's all I care about. It makes my heart flutter and I've known for a while that I'd do anything to keep her beautiful smile on her face.

"I've gotta go get my in-ears," Lottie pouts, spinning around so she's in front of me. She goes on her toes to kiss me yet again, but when someone shouts her name, she pulls away, pouting. "I gotta go,"

She goes running off in one direction and so I go out the other way, just to not seem suspicious if the team catches me walking towards them. Thankfully, they're too invested in Shawn Mendes tuning his guitar on stage to notice which direction I come from.

"Uncle Spencer!" Michael exclaims as I walk over, jumping up and down, all of the kids sitting on the floor of the stadium as opposed to the seats, where the adults are.

"What's up, kiddo?" I smile, giving him a high five as I take a seat beside JJ and Will.

"This is super cool," Michael grins, pushing away his brother when he starts poking his shoulder.

"Look, look!" Henry whispers, interjecting himself into the conversation, pointing towards the stage. "There's Lottie Ray!" She's just walked onto the stage and approached Shawn, helping him with something with his guitar and we can faintly hear their voices and laughter through the microphone.

"You seem to really like Lottie Ray," Will speaks up with his normal lazy smirk. "You got a crush on her, Henry?"

His cheeks turn pink and it makes everyone laugh, but Henry just groans. "She's just pretty!"

"Henry's got a crush!" Michael mocks, sticking his tongue out at his older brother. "Henry's got a crush!"

/// LOTTIE ///

"Is this supposed to sound like this?" Shawn scrunches up his nose as he fiddles with his guitar.

I laugh, shaking my head, walking over to him. "No, not at all. Let me fix it," I grab his guitar from him and sit down on the stage, messing with the pegs and with his microphone until the sound issue is fixed. "There you go, love,"

"Thanks, Mom," he jokes, slinging his guitar over his shoulder.

"Oh god," I fake gag. "Stop making me feel so old. I can't do it anymore,"

As Shawn continues his soundcheck, I jump off the stage to chat with the dancers who are fooling around on the floor of the stadium, dancing around to the music. I jump right in with my best friends and twirl around, giggling as my body fills with adrenaline and endorphins. Shawn is finished soon and it's my turn, so I head to the sound engineers to grab a microphone and get back on stage. The first few songs aren't sung-through properly are just used to check for sound balance, but then the dancers come to the stage to do some songs full out and we have some fun.

I grab my own guitar and sing some songs, keeping my eyes from wandering over to Spencer. Since we've been together so long, many of my songs are about him. Well, almost all of the songs from my last few albums are about him. I always want to be singing my love songs directly to him, but our relationship is a secret and it needs to remain that way. So I keep my eyes forward and try to ignore his presence as best as I can.

Someone on the crew calls a hold on soundcheck so I put down my guitar and go to sit at the piano bench, retying my yellow tennis shoes. I hum to myself to pass the dead time and then I hear heavy footsteps approaching me. I look up just in time to see my best friend and dancer, Whitney, sprinting up to me, her eyes wide. "Mayday," she sneers through gritted teeth.

"Mayday? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I furrow my eyebrows, holding my microphone lazily in one hand.

Whitney tilts her head to where the BAU team is sitting and then repeats, "Mayday,"

My eyes mirror hers as I see what she means. My own mother, lovely Mrs. Kelsey Barlow, has just walked up to the team and is hugging Spencer and I can see the uncomfortable look on his face. Then she puts her hand over her mouth and, judging by the look on everyone's face, she's just exposed Spencer's relationship status. I hastily jump off the piano bench and rush off the stage, walking quickly over to the group, catching Spencer's panicked eye.

"Mom," she whips her head around to me, her eyes wide.

"I forgot!" She exclaims before hurrying off, breezing past me as she mumbles broken apologizes to herself.

I choke back a nervous laugh, turning back to Spencer with a smile. "Well, we had a good run, didn't we?"

"So-" the woman I recognize to be Penelope Garcia speaks up, "you two are- you're- what-"

"Um," I kneel on a chair in the row in front of Spencer, tapping on the armrest, "Spencer and I are dating,"

The surprise is clear on everyone's face but Spencer is obviously panicking, his hands clutching his thighs tightly. The whole point of keeping our relationship secret was to keep me safe. Yes, if Spencer's face was plastered all over the media because of paparazzi, it would make his life in the field and as a professor more complicated, because then going undercover would be impossible. But he's told me about how his family has been targeted because of him before and how he refused to let that ever happen again. So as soon as we met, we made sure to never be seen in public. We don't go out, we have secret credit cards if we ever go on vacations (which is incredibly rare, considering both of our schedules), and we always stay home for dates. Thankfully, it's worked. It's been five years and nobody has suspected a thing, not even his team full of profilers. But now, thanks to my mom, the jig is up.

"Dating?" Tara's eyebrows shoot up.

"For how long?" Luke asks.

"I'm sure Spencer could tell you exactly how long," I tease even though I know he won't pitch in, judging by his panicked look, "but we've actually been together for a little over five years." And if they looked shocked before, then they surely look shocked now. But Spencer is looking down at his lap and fiddling with his hands and it breaks my heart. "And now that everyone knows," I make another joke out of the situation to lighten the mood, "Spence, can you come help me with something? There's an audio problem and I'm sure you could probably fix it in two seconds," Spencer's head pops up and he nods, standing from his seat and walking past me. I catch his hand to keep him from completely walking away, smiling at everyone. "Soundcheck will keep going on just another few minutes, don't worry."

I jump off the seat and as soon as I do, Spencer pulls me backstage. I trail behind him, catching the way his free hand digs into his eyes, his hand in mine squeezing tightly. Once we're out of view from the team, I place my hand on his arm. "Sweetheart," I whisper as he leads me away from the stage, towards my dressing room. I know I need to be at soundcheck, but my family is more important to me than standing on stage and singing a few notes. He plugs in his birthday and throws open the door, stomping inside, and once we're safely in, that's when he drops my hand. Both hands then dig into his eyes and he grunts, flinching at the door slams closed.

"Hey, hey," I whisper, stepping closer to him, "baby doll, take a breath, you're okay. I'm right here, I'm safe,"

"They know," his voice shakes. "They know now and-"

"They're FBI agents and it's okay that they know. You've protected me for five years and they can help with that," I place my fingers gently on his biceps, hoping to soothe his panic just a bit, but it doesn't seem to help.

"Krystall's not, and Kristy's not, the kids aren't," Spencer whines, starting to break down. "I can't lose you, Lottie. I can't-"

"You're not gonna lose me," I promise. "They're your best friends and they deserve to know that you've got a girlfriend. It's okay, peach. Everything's gonna be okay. So just breathe, nice and deep for me,"

Spencer takes a shaky breath and slides his hands down his face, his eyes squeezed closed. He reaches one of his hands forward and places it over my heart, sighing of relief. "Okay," he whispers, almost as if reassuring himself that I'm actually here, "okay,"

"Spencer, can I hug you?" He nods quickly, and it doesn't even take me a second before I wrap my arms around his shoulders, feeling him bury his face in my arms. "I love you so much." I tell him for what could possibly be the millionth time, but it doesn't hold any less meaning than the first time. "I love you, I love you, I love you."

/// SPENCER ///

"There you are!" Garcia exclaims, practically pushing me into a chair as I walk into catering. "There. Sit your ass down and tell us what the hell is going on. You've been dating Lottie Ray for five years?"

"I-"

"Five years, Reid?" She cuts me off before I can even get out another word. "Like seriously? How did you even keep it a secret for this long?"

"We-"

"Does this mean that her songs are about you? Because she-"

"Garcia," Luke says, placing his hand on her shoulder to politely shut her up, "let him explain, please. We're all curious. Now shut up,"

And truly, everyone is staring at me. The kids are sitting at their own table a few feet away but all the adults are staring at me and it's making me nervous. But I look down at my hand and see the sharpie on my knuckles in Lottie's perfect handwriting. I love you, baby doll. It calms me down.

"You guys, um," I clear my throat nervously, "well, sorry I kept it a secret,"

"We're not mad," Emily says. "We just wanna know why,"

"I did it to protect her," I answer quickly, and it's obvious on everyone's faces that they understand what I mean. "All of our families have been targeted many times because of our jobs and I've lost people, I almost lost my mom a few years ago. I couldn't let that happen again. So as soon as I met Lottie, I told her we had to keep it a secret and she agreed,"

"Will you tell us how you met?" Kristy asks with a fond smile.

"Um, yeah," I nod softly. "Lottie was here, in Virginia. If you recall, five years ago, the media was ripping her apart and hating on her for all these fake allegations about lying and stealing songs and all these other things,"

"Oh, yeah. She wasn't involved in lawsuits, right?" Krystall adds.

"She was sued by over thirty other artists and won every lawsuit. But she came to Virginia to escape the harassment because there's no paparazzi here," I suppress my smile as I remember our first meeting. "We met two weeks after I got out of prison, in a bookstore, actually. I had no idea who she was. I knew all of her music from Garcia, but not what she looked like. She thought I was lying about not knowing who she was because she's so used to people being fake around her and lying to her and using her, but I truly didn't know. I didn't even know that people were being so horrible to her online. So we just sat in the bookstore and read books in silence together for a few hours and we did that for two weeks before I actually asked her out,"

"And that's it? Simple as that? That's how you started dating an internationally famous pop star?" Tara laughs.

"That's it," I shrug nonchalantly. "I asked her out and I made her dinner and then we started hanging out and we just started dating. She moved to Virginia permanently because she likes it here so much and she feels like she can be a normal person here, not a celebrity,"

"So what suspicious things have you done with her that you haven't told us about?" Matt teases with a smirk.

"Well," I stifle another laugh, "remember those few times when I claimed I overslept and missed the flight back to Virginia on those cases?" Everyone nods. "Intentional. We happened to have cases in the same places that Lottie had stops on her tour so, on those days, I'd miss our flight and go see her, then get my own flight back. We don't get to see each other much at all when she's on tour,"

"Sneaky, sneaky." Rossi nudges my shoulder, making me laugh. "When she is around, you've gotta bring her around for one of our team dinners,"

"I'm sure she'd like that," I reply softly. "And I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys, that I've kept this secret for so long. I just- I really love her and I want to protect her."

The table is silent and I can't tell if that's a good thing or not. Does that mean they're mad? Does that mean they don't even need to accept my apology because an apology wasn't needed because they weren't mad in the first place? Am I overthinking? I don't understand.

"Where's the ring?" Will is the one who speaks up first.

My cheeks turn red, but when nobody else speaks up to protest the slightly invasive question, I gather that this is the question on the tip of everyone's tongue. "It's, um, it's in my apartment. Haven't found the right moment,"

Everyone's eyes go wide and I'm not sure if they were expecting that answering. After all, this is quite a lot of information for one day. In just an hour, they've found out that I'm dating a Grammy-winning singer and I'm ready to marry her. They thought that I've been single for years and I've been dealing with my trauma alone but in reality, I've been falling asleep on calls with Lottie and sneaking out like a teenager to meet up with her. I'd lay down my life to protect her and I don't know what I'd do without her.

/// LOTTIE ///

I stare out at the sea of fans chanting my name, my chest heaving after the intensive dance number I've just performed. My feet are aching from my huge heels but they always are so it's easy to ignore the pain and plaster on a smile.

"Alright," with a heavy sigh, I drag myself over to the piano and sit down at the bench, clipping the microphone into the stand. I play some chords on the piano before I start to play some melodies that just sound pretty, to underscore the speech I'm about to give. "The song I'm about to play isn't a song that's usually on the setlist," I say, glancing out at the thousands of fans before me, "but I usually add it when someone certain is in the audience and that someone is here tonight."

I look back down at my hands for a moment and take a deep breath before speaks again. "I wrote Remedy," my fans scream as I reveal what song I'm about to sing, "not as a song to put on an album. I wrote this song as a lullaby of sorts, and as a reassurance for my," I hesitate and bite my lip for a moment as I feel my eyes start to tear up, "for my someone, that I'd always be there for him. I'd always be there to love him, to make his pain go away, and to make the horrors of this world go away, even if it's for a little while. I'd do whatever I could to be his remedy. And I play this song whenever he sees the show because I don't want him to forget because I fear he will forget. I want him to remember that I love him and that," I gulp and play the first chord of the song, "I'm always gonna be here for him."

///

When I pull my in-ears out after the final song of the show, everything sounds like it's underwater. It's normal but I'll never get used to not being able to hear properly after a performance. My security guard is at my side and rushing me away from the stage, down the hallway, and towards a car that is waiting to take me home. It's key to get out of the stadium as fast as possible so that fans don't locate me and swarm me.

I jump in the backseat of this car and let out a sigh, laying down across the three-seater and closing my eyes. My ears are pounding as my hearing starts to make a comeback, and I drift in and out of sleep as a driver brings me back to my townhouse. I'm still dressed in my final stage outfit and I can't find it in me to care at the moment.

When we arrive at my small Virginia townhouse, it's nearing midnight as my security guard opens the car door and helps me to my aching feet, walking me to my front door before disappearing back into the car. There's classical music playing inside and it makes me smile, and when I hear footsteps, my heart skips a beat. Spencer comes into my view with his cute smile, his hands tucked into his pockets. "Hi, sweet girl,"

"Hi," I smile back, holding my arms out like a child.

He easily complies, stepping forward and pulling me into a tight hug. But he swiftly picks me up and prompts me to wrap my legs around his waist, and he goes off, carrying me up the stairs and towards my bedroom. "I've gotta get you out of this outfit and these damn shoes and into bed, right?"

"How was the show?" I mumble into his shoulder, feeling my adrenaline start to come down and my exhaustion kick in. "Did you like it? Did the team? Did the kids?"

"Everyone loved it. Emily and Tara were drunk by the time they left, and the kids had an amazing time. And you know that I always love watching you perform," he sets me down on the bed and starts to unzip my thigh high heels. "You pointed out that you always sing Remedy when I see your show but it always takes me by surprise when you sing it. It started out as you singing it to me when I have nightmares and now you sing it to stadiums full of thousands of fans. It's insane. And you know what else is insane? These shoes. How do you even walk in these?" He throws them aside and then reaches for the zipper of my bra top.

"Can we take a bath? I'm all sweaty but I don't wanna stand for a shower," I place my hands on his shoulders as he undresses me, giving him a cute pout, even though it's not needed because I know he'll say yes without a protest.

"Of course. Come on. Be careful," he leads me into the bathroom and runs a warm bath while I start to wipe off my makeup, grimacing as my throat starts to get sore from the hours of singing I just did. I feel Spencer's hands on my waist as the room gets steamy, his lips pressing against my shoulder blade. "Sometimes I'm so floored by your talent,"

"Stop," I blush, letting my head fall against his chest.

"Absolutely not," he quips, lips moving to my cheek. "Seeing you up on stage, dancing, and singing, and looking so happy, I'm so proud of you. And next week, you're gonna go to New York and win some Grammy's and make me even more proud of you,"

"I'm not gonna win," I pull away from his arms and step into the warm, bubbly bath, sighing contently. Spencer quickly undressed himself and steps in on the other side, facing me.

"You tell me every year that you're not gonna win and then you do," Spencer retorts, grabbing my ankles under the water to pull me closer to him. I fall over his chest and he wraps his arms around my waist again. "Some people in your position have the biggest ego, and you have the tiniest ego I've ever seen,"

"M'sleepy," I ignore the point he's trying to make in an effort to whine instead, my hands grasping his growing biceps.

"I know you are," Spencer coos, fingers brushing up and down my spine. "We'll get out in a few minutes. Just relax and then we get to bed,"

I've always loved this side of Spencer. When the sun sets and we're sleepy, we both tend to get cuddly and clingy, me more than him. He's happy to hold me and kiss me and never let me go and I'm happy to pine over him. The truth is, I've never loved anyone the way I love him. I thought I would spend my life around people who would use me for my money and society status and I'd have to fake a smile forever. I ever thought that my reputation would get ruined and I'd hide away in Virginia and meet the most adorable yet traumatized FBI agent who would happen to be the easiest person to fall in love with. I often find myself wondering how many people have fallen in love with Spencer because it's just so easy to. Sure, keeping my relationship a total secret isn't ideal, but it makes me feel like a teenager with all the secrets and the hiding and I have to admit that I love it. I love having dates on my balcony and hiding under the covers for hours on end and sneaking through back doors to kiss him. I never thought I'd meet someone like Spencer and I'm always pinching myself.

"C'mon, c'mon," Spencer whispers, and when he speaks, I've realized that I've dozed off on his chest. "Before you fall asleep again,"

I'm basically a rag doll in Spencer's arms as he helps me out of the tub and wraps a towel around me, then one around himself before pulling the plug for the tub. I wander into the bedroom and into my closet, pulling out one of Spencer's flannels that I'd stolen years ago, buttoning that up. I dry off my hair a little bit before climbing into bed just as Spencer flips the light off. He climbs in bedside me and pulls me close, kissing the top of my head. "Go to sleep, doll. You need lots after that performance." I don't even have it in me to respond and I just fall asleep right on his chest, exactly where we both know I belong.

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Nightmares used to be much more common for Spencer at the beginning of our relationship. Unknowing to me, at first, when we met, he had just been released from prison after being falsely accused of murder and drug possession. He'd been locked inside with the criminals that he's spent his life hunting and he saw horrible things, and nightmares hit him like a ton of bricks.

He was broken when we met but he put on a brave face and told me that he was a profiler for the FBI, which was true in a way, even if he wasn't reinstated yet. He would see me during the day and plaster on a smile, then he'd go to sleep and wake up screaming as he relived what he saw in prison, that's what he eventually revealed to me. I cried when he told me that. I felt so guilty for not seeing through his facade because once he told me, it was clear.

I assumed the circles under his eyes were because he wasn't sleeping due to always working, not because he was having nightmares. I thought his hands shook because he was nervous to be on dates, not because he was experiencing PTSD, or PTSS as he would eventually correct me to say. I missed so many things and I just cried over him for hours, apologizing for not being there for him when he needed me. And Spencer held me so tight and he cried too and he told me that I make him happier than anyone he's ever met, and somehow, that cured any heartache I was feeling.

I hadn't realized how severe Spencer's nightmares were until I experienced one for myself. We didn't sleep in the same bed for the first three months we dated, and then I eventually was too tired to drive home and Spencer let me stay over. I was so excited to be wrapped up in his arms for an entire night that the thought of witnessing one his nightmares didn't even cross my mind, and I fell asleep as soon as my head hit Spencer's chest. He woke up crying out a name I'd never heard before, tears streaming down his cheeks as he thrashed around and grasped at the bedsheets, ripping them completely away from me. I woke up immediately and pulled him into my arms, cooing and promising that he was safe and everything was okay. We didn't sleep for the rest of the night because he was too scared to have another, to see the faces and places that so often plagued his nighttime.

I thought the nightmares stopped, or at least they became more sparse. Over the years, Spencer's time in prison became further and further away and while he never forgets a face, the faces seemed to get blurrier and the names he cried out became more jumbled, as if he was starting to become unsure if the syllables were correct. He still carries around his trauma like a suitcase with a broken wheel but he started therapy and it became easier for him to talk to me about his pain and he started to get better.

But then there are the hard days. There's the days where Spencer sees someone on the street who looks similar to someone he's killed on the job or someone who has hurt him, or the days when he has flashbacks, or the days when he spends hours staring at the crooks of his elbows, wondering if he should go find just one more vile of dilaudid to dull his pain. Or the day when his team finds out that he's dating an internationally famous singer- me. These send him into panic attacks that can last for minutes or hours or days. Panic attacks lead to nightmares, and that's the worst.

I know something is wrong when Spencer kicks me. He's always a relatively still sleeper and not much of a blanket hog, that's my job. He often complains over breakfast about how he awoke in the middle of the night to cold feet and my arm over his face, but always with a reassurance that he loves me regardless, usually pairing his words with a kiss and wandering hands.

So when I'm awoken by Spencer's leg jamming into mine, I'm wide awake. I let out a whine and reach for the lamp on the bedside table, flipping it on and refraining from whimpering at the sudden light. I rub my eyes and sit up, turning to look down at my sleeping boyfriend beside me. He's drenched in sweat and clutching the duvet in his hand, gradually pulling it closer to him. Whines and moans are growing from the back of his throat as his brows become tenser, and I let out a defeated sigh.

Spencer has explained to me many times that trying to wake him up from a nightmare will only make it worse and that's it's best if I just wait until he's awake to comfort him. Maybe that's the worst part, just watching him suffer. I have to watch him thrash around and listen to him scream names of those who have died because of him and I can't do anything until his body decides the trauma is enough for now.

He starts to kick his legs when his lips part and some mumbled words fall from his mouth, but I can't understand them. I watch helplessly as he progresses, pulling the duvet up to cover his face. This makes me panic and even though I've been instructed not to touch him or interfere with his dream, I fear he could smother himself. So I reach forward and pull back the blanket, flinching when his hand tries to smack mine away a few times. He's shouting names and whimpering and tears are pouring down his cheeks and I'd be lying if I said I'm not starting to cry too.

"Spencer," I breathe out, unable to witness this anymore. "Baby, wake up, please,"

He's crying out for help, reaching for someone who will never come. I'm right here but he's wishing for someone else, someone maybe on his team or maybe there's someone he's intending to help or maybe he's just needing to be held or maybe he's needing someone who's dead. But no matter who it is he's needing, he's crying out and his knuckles are white around the duvet.

Then his eyes fly open and his chest is heaving, and it's like time stops for a second. Spencer looks down at his hands and he releases the duvet from his iron grasp, lips parted as he takes shallow breaths.

"Spencer," I whisper, and he jumps at the sound of my voice. He's clearly forgotten that I was here. It's times like this that I hate my job and how I'm always traveling, how I'm not always around when he needs me. I'm holding myself together but I'm choking on my own sobs, holding out my hand to him. "It's okay, I'm here. You're okay, I've got you,"

Spencer reaches out a shaky hand and takes mine in his, collapsing into my arms in a heap of heavy cries. I hold him as tight as I can bear, rubbing his back as he tucks his face into my shoulder. I squeeze my eyes shut as I shush him, feeling his body completely meld into mine.

"Spencer, you're so-" I gulp, clutching his tee-shirt, "you're safe. It was just a dream, you know that. You're right here with me,"

"It seemed so real," Spencer cries. "It hurts,"

"Shh, darling, I know it does, I know it really hurts you," I lift my head and bring my hand to his cheek, lifting his head too. I wipe his tears with the sleeve of my flannel, or his flannel, and my heart breaks even more when I see how devastated he looks. "Why don't we go take a seat on the balcony and get some fresh air? That usually helps, doesn't it?"

Spencer nods and untangles himself from me and the duvet, heading towards the door on the other side of the bedroom. I grab a fresh blanket on the way out, one that's not covered in sweat and tears, and watch Spencer sit down in an armchair, giving him a weak smile. "Do you want me to go make some tea?"

"No, I don't wanna be alone yet," Spencer shakes his head, looking up at me with bloodshot eyes. "Will you sit with me?"

I nod and move to sit on his lap, knowing the physical contact will keep him grounded and will prevent him from getting lost in his dream again. His eidetic memory has been leaning on the cursed side than the blessing side lately, meaning that every image of what Spencer saw in prison is so vivid. Sometimes he has trouble telling what's real and what isn't and I have to remind him. Sometimes he asks, sometimes I have to become the profiler and figure out when he's struggling. But that's hard when I'm always so far away from him.

"You know," Spencer keeps his gaze out on the dark sky as he speaks, placing one of his hands on my thigh, "a few weeks ago when you were in Germany?"

I keep my eyes on him, nodding slowly. "Of course I remember. What about it?"

"I called you," his voice is meek and quiet, wavering and cracking. "It was the middle of the night here and I called you and you didn't pick up,"

I furrow my eyebrows at him, tilting my head. "Spence, honey, I called you back ten minutes later. I told you then, I was in an interview. I couldn't answer my phone,"

"I know," he whispers, fingers tightening around my thigh. "But I had a nightmare," he lets out a shaky breath as a new wave of tears falls down his cheeks. "They've been coming back so much worse and it sucks to be without you and I hate waking up alone and I called you because I needed you and-"

"Spencer," I hush him, wiping his cheeks again when he starts to get worked up.

So he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. "I- you didn't pick up, and I was crying and I didn't know what was real. You know- everything looked all, you know, tunnely and blurry and I just- I needed you and you didn't answer and I was in so much pain,"

My chest feels tight and I can only imagine where this is going. Spencer has been wearing long sleeves since we saw each other for the first time yesterday but he's wearing a tee-shirt now, but the thought never crossed my mind that he relapsed. It never has. I always had confidence in him, but now? This moment is the only time when I'm scared that the road in front of us is bumpy and narrow and full of spikes and potholes.

"Spencer," I breathe out, putting my hands on his cheeks, bringing his gaze to mine. "Please tell me you didn't," His jaw tightens under my grasp and he doesn't speak immediately. He's breathing heavily under my hold and it does nothing to increase my confidence in his sobriety.

"I got dressed," he finally forces out. "I changed my clothes and I put on shoes and I was crying but I got my keys and I left my apartment." With just that, I collapse into his arms, burying my face in his neck and crying. "I don't know where I was thinking I could go but I just left my apartment. But- but then you called me," I lift my head at his words, eyebrows furrowed. "You called me right as I got outside and you were laughing at something and you just started telling me this story about how you made homemade pizza the night before with Carly and Whitney and I just- I went back home,"

"You didn't relapse?"

"No," Spencer shakes his head. "You called me and just talked to me about nonsense and you just reminded me how much I love you and how disappointed you'd be if I put such horrible stuff into my body ever again,"

My lips quiver as I nod, tears pouring down my cheeks. "Yeah," I lay my fingers on his cheeks delicately, "I'm so proud of you, baby. You're so strong,"

Spencer scoffs. "Doesn't feel like it," he looks back out at the city lights and sighs. "Is that tea offer still on the table?"

"Of course," I bring his gaze back to mine, but his eyes are glossed over. "Tell me you love me," He hums in confusion, eyebrows furrowed. "You heard me. I just wanna hear it. Just, please, tell me you love me,"

"Lottie, I love you so much," Spencer whispers, turning his head to press his lips to the palm of my hand. "I love you,"

I smile happily, content with that answer. "I love you too. I'll be right back,"

I crawl off of his lap and cover him with the blanket before hurrying inside, scurrying down the flight of stairs to the kitchen. The first floor is almost pitch black and it's only now that I notice it's four in the morning. Shaking off my exhaustion, I put on a kettle and grab two tea bags from the cabinet, happy that I have at least something in the food realm after being on tour for a few months. I carry the steaming mugs up the stairs and stifle a yawn, grumbling when I stub my toe against the top stair. But I make my way back into the bedroom and close the door with my foot, returning to the brisk balcony with my shaky boyfriend.

He's still staring off at the city as I set the mugs on the little table, taking a deep breath. "I didn't put anything in your tea," I tell him, crossing my arms over my chest. "Didn't think you wanted anything too sweet-"

"Will you marry me?"

If I was still holding the mugs, I would have dropped them. My eyes widen and my mouth goes dry, and it takes me a minute to form a coherent thought. But all I force out is, "what?"

"Will you marry me?" Spencer repeats, turning to look at me. "I've been waiting for the right moment to ask for a long time now and I just- no moment is ever gonna be the right moment, is it? And I just can't wait anymore," he moves the blanket off his lap and stands, and I notice now that he's holding a ring box in his hand. He must have grabbed it from inside while I was making tea. "I've never loved anyone the way I love you, Lottie. I wanna wake up next to you every morning and I wanna be your husband and have a family with you and grow old with you- I want that. I never thought I'd ever get that but now I have you and I never wanna let you go. I want to be by your side forever, even when you're stealing the blankets," I let out a laugh through my tears, reaching my hands up to wipe them with my sleeves. "So what do you say?" He seems genuinely nervous that I'll say no. But why would I spend five years of my life professing my undying love for this man just to deny his marriage proposal?

I sniffle, a smile creeping onto my face. "Are you gonna get down on one knee?" Spencer smiles, nodding as he leans on his knee that didn't previously get shot, opening up the ring box to reveal a beautiful jewel to me. The moment becomes real and a new wave of tears rolls down my cheeks. Spencer's crying too and it's just all too perfect. I reach my hand forward to wipe his cheeks. "Ask me again," I whisper.

Spencer catches my hand on his free one, kissing my knuckles. "Lottie, will you marry me?"

"Yes," I answer quickly with a sharp nod. "Yes, Spencer, of course, I will," The biggest smile breaks onto his face and he lets out a sigh of relief, jumping up and pulling me into a hug. He lifts me off my feet and spins me around, eliciting a giggle from me.

"Wait, let me put it on you," Spencer mumbles excitedly, setting me back down before pulling the ring out of the box and throwing it onto the floor.

He slides the ring onto my finger and it fits perfectly but I should have expected that from him. I think I told him once what my ring size was during a dress fitting for the Oscar's and, of course, he remembered all these years. He's amazing, this man.

"God, Spencer, I love you so much," I grab his cheeks and pull his lips down to mine, taking in every inch of him that I can. "I love you, I love you, I love you."

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