#i said id maybe adopt...j to make him happy

[2000sweed]

i love how i had my period of mommy issues lasting from childhood and now my mom is actually improving and being nicer but we have entered the era of daddy issues

[writingsbyzuzu]

dude id love to see another part ORRRRR another version of “us.”

but its your blog and you should feel comfortable doing whatever tf you want with it lmfao

so high school

you and ethan have been together a while, and life is pretty good, you'd think

until ethan announces something absolutely insane.

the last main installment of the blame schlatt universe!! (i can write more about side plots but this is the last of the main plot)

notes: ethan nestor x fem! reader, j schlatt x fem! reader (dude still wants you), you have to suspend your belief for part of this because ethan and schlatt are different heights...so pretend ethan is taller or something, jenna marbles makes an appearance because i miss her, i didn't proofread, I did it all in one go

be gentle i've never written smut EVER

and yeah, maybe the ending is corny but these two FUCKING DESERVE IT, FIGHT ME

warnings: actual smut in this one, possessive sex (ethan becomes a bit of a fucking freak), reader has a panic attack but there's not a big description of it, schlatt never stops being a dickhead on god, ethan beats the shit out of schlatt, who said that not me

based on 'so high school' by taylor swift

I feel so high school every time I look at you I wanna find you in a crowd just to hide from you

Ethan wanted you to feel special all the time. It didn't matter that the two of you had been together well over a year now, the relationship still made him feel as lightheaded and happy as the day you had asked for his number.

So he went out of his way to do special things for you. Like he was doing right now, standing in the Trader Joe's by your apartment, picking out flowers in your favorite colors.

However, this wasn't just a regular bouquet like his usual "making my girlfriend feel special" bouquets, this was going to unfortunately be a "please don't be pissed at me" bouquet. Because Ethan was going to announce something at your housewarming party that he knew was going to piss you off.

So he picked out various flowers in a variety of your favorite flowers, and snacks that he knew were your favorite, before getting in his car and heading home.

Your new home, actually. You two had decided an apartment was too small for Spencer and the other various animals you had adopted together, and wanting to take a big traditional step together for once, bought a house together.

Tonight was your housewarming party, and Ethan, as nervous as he was about his announcement, had been putting off telling you as long as he could. But the official announcement was tomorrow, and better him tell you than the internet, right?

He makes the bouquet before entering the house, carefully wrapped. You come out from the kitchen with Spencer, grinning from ear to ear. "Baby! What's this?"

He holds it out for you, reciprocating your smile. How could he not when your smile made him so happy?

And in a blink of a crinkling eye I'm sinking, our fingers entwined

You wrap your arms around him, giving him a soft kiss. "You didn't have to," you smile again, before taking it and heading to the kitchen.

"Babe, how many times do I have to say it, I do it because I want to." He leans against the kitchen counter, watching you put his flowers in a vase. "You are the best girlfriend on the planet, and I want to have the best for the best," he says it like he's said it a million times before, which he honestly had at that point.

"Being with you is the best," you respond, tucking in a stray flower. With that, Ethan pushes himself off the counter and wraps his arms around you, leaning over to kiss your cheek from behind.

"What help are you going to need from me?"

"Help me prep the food, everything else is ready to go."

Cheeks pink in the twinkling lights Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me

The housewarming party had been well underway, with your various friends standing around talking, you were standing with Amy and Jenna in the backyard, talking. "How long have you been with Ethan now, anyways?" Jenna asks. "A year and three months," you tell her, blushing slightly. "How did you get together? It was like one minute Ethan was ranting to us about how he just wanted you to date him, just friends, and the next he was pretty much living with you," Amy laughs.

Your face gets even redder, before squeaking out an "I don't think we need to tell that story." Ethan approaches, having overheard the last part of the conversation, then wraps his arm around you. "That one is classified, but I can tell you about the first time I saw her."

"Oh this aught to be good, he's never told me before." you laugh.

"Well never mind then, if you're just going to make fun of me," he teases back, before kissing you.

"Too cute," Amy giggles, and Jenna joins her.

I'll drink what you think, and I'm high From smoking your jokes all damn night

Ethan was more of a charmer at parties than he lets on, and you loved it. He always knew how to make everyone comfortable and had people laughing constantly. As you flitted between various people at the party, he was usually on the other side of the yard, conversing with someone who was laughing at his joke.

You see someone at the backyard gate, and as you head over, you see that it's Ted.

The brink of a wrinkle in time Bittersweet sixteen suddenly

You furrow your brows at the sight, heading over before Ethan could see.

"Ted. What are you doing here?"

His face lights up at seeing you. Before you and Schlatt broke up, you were actually really great friends with Ted. Even closer than he and Schlatt were, and while he was sad you broke up, he was delighted when he found out you had moved to LA. But you hadn't reached out to him after. You didn't want to cause a rift between the two friends.

"Hey, I heard you guys got a house, so I got you a present." He lifts up his arm to show a bag, handing to you over the fence. "I remember how you used to decorate your place, so I looked all over for something that matches your style."

"Thanks, Teddy." He beams at the familiar nickname. "Want to come into the yard?" You gesture, but the smile quickly fades from his face.

"Actually, I need to tell you something, it's kind of urgent, it's about Ethan." Your smile in turn, wipes from your face, and your brows furrow once again.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm going to guess he didn't tell you, but they're going to announce it tomorrow, I wanted to warn you, he's-"

He was interrupted by Ethan coming to the fence. "Ted Nivison! How can we help you, man?" Ethan had an unreadable expression on his face, his arm wrapping around you, almost pulling you back.

Ted freezes, before the fakest smile you had ever seen on him appears. "Oh, I just wanted to drop off a gift for my friend." He shoots you a pointed look.

"Well it's good to see you man." Ethan, in turn, offers an equally plastic smile, before stating "We should get back to the party. We are hosting after all." He turns the two of you around heading back the party. You shoot one last look at Ted, who holds his phone up to you and mouths "text me later". He turns and walks back to his truck.

"That was weird babe," Ethan laughs. "Yeah...weird."

I'm watching American Pie with you on a Saturday night Your friends are around, so be quiet I'm trying to stifle my sighs 'Cause I feel so high school every time I look at you

You push the interaction to the back of your mind, to make a mental note to ask Ted later what he meant.

For the most part, the party continues as normal, and while you tried to analyze if something was going on with Ethan, it didn't really seem like much was happening. Sure he seemed a little nervous, but as charming as Ethan was, everyone knew he was also kind of shy and socially anxious.

Which is why you definitely could not predict what happened next.

Ethan grabs one of the chairs set out, and stands on it, holding his cup. "Could I have everyone's attention?"

The 35 or so people turn to look at Ethan, yourself included. He looks around at everyone with a grin. "I just wanted to say a few things. Firstly, on behalf of myself, and my wonderful, wonderful girlfriend, thank you for coming to our housewarming party. It's amazing that you all would come to support us as we take this step. And to the previously mentioned girlfriend..."

Everyone looks at you, but you just kept looking at Ethan, smiling.

"We may have had a really...untraditional way of doing things, but the night you danced with me and asked me for my number, was the best night of my life. The first time I saw you, I fell in love with you, and everything since then has felt like a weird dream that I'm grateful I haven't woken up from. I love you."

The crowd of friends lets out a collective awe, and you blow him a kiss.

"I also...kind of have an announcement." Immediate murmurs break out, and confusion begins to dawn on you.

Are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me? (Kill me) It's just a game, but really (really) I'm bettin' on all three for us two (all three)

"I am participating in the next Creator Clash in three month's time!"

Immediate cheers break out, as your friends get excited. You let out a breath you weren't aware you were holding. That was what Ted was worried about? Why would you care? Ethan had boxed at the last Creator Clash, and did more than just fine for himself.

Unless...

"Who are you fighting?" Mark calls out, a pointed look on his face before briefly glimpsing at you, and every realization clicks in place for you.

Oh no. Oh no no no. This had to be a nightmare right? Was Ethan trying to kill you? There was no way, right? No possible fucking way that-

"It's uh. It's J Schlatt," Ethan says.

The color drains from your face. He turns to look at you, but you just shook your head in disbelief. He could not be serious with you.

Fighting your ex boyfriend? Is Ethan serious right now?

You slip from the crowd, going back inside your house. On the one hand, you understood that this was a charity event, of course Ethan would want to participate, especially because he loved participating in the last one.

On the other hand, the love of your life was about to fight the man who you thought once was the love of your life, in front of the internet. Surely, that was going to make big waves that were not in your favor. The only thing the two of them had in common was you, and you're sure the event was going to play that right up.

No wonder Ted wanted to warn you. Especially since it would be announced tomorrow...oh god. Had Ethan waited until the last moment on purpose to tell you?

You lean against the pantry door, sinking down until you were sitting, putting your head in between your knees. This was going to be insane.

"He didn't know how to tell you." You were too busy in your panic mode to notice Mark had come in, but he was leaning on the counter watching you.

"He wanted to, but he didn't know how to tell you. I mean. How was there a good way of telling you, right?" Mark makes his best Ethan impression. "Oh, hey honey, I'm going to box your ex live in front of thousands of people."

He watches you for a moment, no response coming from you, no movement other than your jagged breaths trying to calm yourself.

"That's why Ted came over, wasn't it?" he asks.

For the first time in minutes, you move, nodding your head.

"Ethan wasn't happy about that. I told him, if he didn't want someone else telling you, he should tell you. Course it sucks how he did it, but... do you need water?"

You nod again. He walks over to the cabinet, grabs a glass, and pours you a cup of water. You chug it down, before saying "I should probably lie low off the internet for a while, huh?"

"I don't think you should have to hide because some fanboys think you're some kind of..."

"Slut?"

Mark winces at the word, but nods none the less.

"What happened isn't your fault. You're allowed to date whoever you want. Your relationship was long over when you started dating Ethan. You might have made a few mistakes between him and Ethan, but that doesn't mean you should hide. You worked hard for what you got, and I see how happy you make him. It sucks what he did, but you should give him some grace. When you're ready to, that is. I'd also understand if you stayed pissed at him for a minute. Have a good night, kiddo. Amy's waiting for me in the car." He ruffles your hair, taking his exit as your breathing becomes more steady.

You stand up, deciding to take a hot shower and head to bed, feeling exhausted. You can see Ethan standing in the yard, giving the rest of the guests their farewells, and turn back to continue going to the bathroom.

Julian and Jenna hug Ethan, before Jenna tells Ethan, "Tell her I hope she feels better, if she needs to talk to me, I'm here." Ethan nods, and Julian gives him another hug. "See you, man."

Ethan is finally alone in the backyard, and lets out a sigh of relief. That part was over. Now time to face you. He heads back into the house, and Spencer pads over to greet him. "Hey buddy. Where's your mom?" Ethan asks, giving the dog some scratches.

He decides to wait for you in your room, and after around twenty minutes, you enter, in your pjs. You don't even look at Ethan, and a queasy feeling enters his stomach. He can't recall a time when you were ever really angry at him. Other than when Schlatt came around that one day almost a year ago, things were picture perfect.

"Babe," he begins. "I don't want to talk about it right now, Ethan."

"Well I do. I know it upsets you, but it's for a good cause-"

"You could have picked anyone to fight, Ethan. Anyone. But you're fighting my ex? Are you serious? You know how Ian and Anisa are going to frame this."

You didn't feel that strongly personally about Ian and his wife, but you understood that the last Creator Clash didn't earn enough, so they were going to play up things by any means possible.

"I'm sorry. Baby, I'm sorry. I...I know it's going to bring some hate down on you, but I'll be there for you. It's just an event, and in six months the internet will forget about it. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you one on one. You deserved better than that. But I saw Ted, and I heard him trying to tell you, and I panicked. I'm sorry." Ethan watches as you brush your hair.

"You owe me, Nestor." You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, as he watches your every movement.

"I know honey...besides. I think it'll be fun to knock his lights out."

Your face morphs from upset to laughter, giggling at his statement flopping onto the bed. "That would be fun."

"Oh, I'm looking forward to it." He props himself on one arm, facing towards you, his head leaning over you.

You touch his cheek, gently stroking it. "I just don't want him to hurt you."

"It'll be okay. I won't let anything like that happen. Not to brag, but I did win last time, remember?" He gives you a small kiss.

You nod at his words. Usually people aren't very good at reassuring you, but Ethan has always been different.

Get my car door, isn't that sweet? (That sweet) Then pull me to the backseat (backseat) No one's ever had me (had me), not like you

He leans over to whisper in your ear. "I won't let anything happen to you, either."

"Promise?" "Promise."

"Okay," you sigh, "but you owe me for such anguish." Ethan nods, letting out a small laugh. He eyes you for a minute, before slowly leaning in and kissing you again.

When you break, he lets out a soft hum, before rolling to be on top of you. "Believe it or not, I think I have an idea of making it up to you," he whispers.

"Let's see it," you murmur in response, and Ethan kisses you again, his hand sneaking up under your old t-shirt to hold your waist.

Your hands reach up hold him, sneaking into his hair and pushing him closer to you. He shifts from your lips to your neck, kissing it gently, before sucking on a small patch below your jaw. "You gotta be patient," he chuckles.

He sits up, pulling off his shirt, and suddenly the kisses get more intense, his hand pulling up your shirt. His mouth feels hot on your skin, and he's kissing it almost feverishly, not letting you get a move in. When your shirt inevitably comes off, he expands his kissing territory to your chest.

Your phone buzzes repeatedly.

"Baby," you whisper. He hums in response, sucking a hickey right above your tits. "I need to check what that is."

"Pay attention to me," Ethan whines, "I'm trying to make it up to you." His hands grasp at your pajama pants, going to pull it down.

You look at your phone anyways, wanting to see what the commotion was about.

7 missed messages from Ted.

ted: he's fighting schlatt at creator clash

ted: schlatt is saying he's doing it to prove

ted: prove that he's better than ethan

ted: he's gonna try to beat the shit out ethan for you

ted: you gotta tell ethan to back down he's serious

ted: schlatt wants you back by any means necessary

Your reading is interrupted by Ethan grabbing the phone to read it.

"What is so important that you didn't care I took off your-" He freezes at reading the messages. He's angry in a way you've only seen him once.

"The fucking- that fucking- that fucker," Ethan finally lands on a coherent thought, his nostrils flaring.

"He thinks he's better than me?" He looks at you, a manic look appearing on his features. "That what, he'll punch me and you'll come running back? We have a house together, you're my girlfriend."

"Baby, he's delusional, he just wants to stir shit up," you touch his face.

"Yeah, and I'm not backing down. You're mine, and I'm better. And I'm going to prove it." The manic look doesn't leave his face, but hell, it was kind of turning you on.

His lips were on yours before you could even blink, and his front teeth sink into your bottom lip. You moan, and he moves back to your neck, sucking harshly.

His hand slithers to your panties, gently touching you through the cloth.

"Gosh, I was going to take my time, but you're wet already," Ethan says, his eyes wide in an exaggerated manner, his tone almost borderline mocking you.

He pulls your panties to the side, actually touching you. You let out a soft moan as he moves his finger up and down, before sliding it into you rather quickly.

Before you even have a chance to moan, Ethan has his mouth on yours again, his thumb moving to gently brush against your clit while he fingers you.

He separates his mouth for a moment, looking at you again with that wide eye look. "Are you gonna pay fucking attention if I take your panties off this time?" You nod frantically.

He removes his finger from you, and within seconds had practically ripped your panties off you with his other hand.

"Look at you," he murmurs, one hand holding your face, the manic look fading from him at last. Ethan moves his hand back down, gently touching your clit. When you let out a soft moan, he says it.

"My girlfriend. Because I'm the better man." And with that, the manic look returns. He shifts down, putting his mouth up against your clit. Your hands go to his hair, gripping tight as he begins to suck and lick.

"I'm fucking better," he mumbles after coming up for air. His fingers danced around your entrance. "Say it. Say it and I'll make it up to you."

"Ethan," you plead, your legs rubbing the sheets. "Say it."

"You're better. And you're gonna fucking win."

Ethan made it up to you pretty quickly after that.

Truth, dare, spin bottles You know how to ball, I know Aristotle Brand new, full-throttle Touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto

You had to give Ethan credit. He was practicing harder than anyone you had seen practice for anything. The past few months had passed quickly, and the match was getting closer and closer.

You had tried to ignore the promotional stuff on social media, but man, did Schlatt talk a lot of shit.

Anytime he was streaming, he would talk about you and Ethan, about how clearly, he needed to beat Ethan's ass and show you "who the real winner is". Which of course, led to comments on your stream.

You were streaming playing GTA with Ted and Jarvis (who were over the moon that you had opened friendship back up to them), and of course, Schlatt joins the chat.

jschlatt: doll, i cant wait for u to ditch the loser

"Considering you're out here commenting on my stream like a fucking pussy instead of shit talking my boyfriend to his fucking face, I already think you're the loser, Schlutt." Ted laughs, and then Schlatt leaves another message.

jschlatt: i know you miss me

Ethan had come into the office, looking for his shirt that he had left there earlier before practice. Half drenched in sweat, he walked behind you. "Babe, have you seen my t-shirt?"

He sees you streaming and goes "Oh! Sorry baby." He gives you a sweet smile before coming to you and giving you a kiss on the cheek. You look up at him, dazzled by just how good he looked despite the sweat. He looks at the chat. "Oh. I see Schlatt's here. Buddy, stop trying to shit talk me to my girl. You'll fight me soon."

It's true, swear, scouts honor You knew what you wanted and boy, you got her Brand new, full-throttle You already know, babe

Woah. You weren't sure who this guy was, and what he did with your mild mannered boyfriend, who was not a public shit talker by any means. He looked at you, just beaming at him.

"I mean, look at her. She's in love with me."

He gives you one last kiss, giving your chat a goodbye, and leaves your shared office.

Ethan wasn't actually worried about Schlatt stealing you. Schlatt had destroyed the relationship, and besides you had more than proved you adored Ethan.

What he really wanted was for Schlatt to back off and leave the two of you alone. Ethan really just wanted to have his peaceful life with you. He had you, the girl he wanted, but Schlatt was still a roadblock over a year later. He was sick of it.

So he was going to beat the shit out of Schlatt, so he could finally, finally have some semblance of a normal life with you.

I feel like laughing in the middle of practice Do that impression you did of your dad again I'm hearing voices like a madman

One week out, and he was sparring with Mark as practice.

You were a little worried, you weren't going to lie. By all accounts from Ted, Schlatt had now put in the hours of work, and it was showing. Ethan did not necessarily have a sure shot at victory, but man was he trying.

You were sitting on a bench, watching Mark and Ethan spar (he wanted you there for support) over and over again.

"Let's take a break," Mark pants, and Ethan nods. He waddles over to the bench, sitting down next to you.

"What do you think baby?" He eyes you, scooting closer. "You're doing great, hun." You smile at him, trying not to show your nerves.

Ethan knows you better than that though. "What's wrong?" You sigh, not wanting to talk about it, but you knew you had to. "I just...I don't understand why you have to do this. What does fighting my ex boyfriend gain?"

"Well, he's convinced fighting will win you over, and I want to show him wrong."

"This isn't Medieval Times, Ethan, y'all aren't dueling over a princess!"

"I know that...Also I don't think that's what the Medieval Times show is about."

There's a long quiet, and Ethan takes a sip of his water.

"I want to have a family with you," he murmurs. "And I can't do that if he keeps popping up. And yeah, maybe it's an ego thing. But if it's what I need, to face him myself, in order to get over it, will you let me?"

"We already are a family, Ethan."

He takes off the gloves, and the two of you sit in silence once more.

"Well. If only we had had this conversation a while ago," he jokes.

You laugh, and Ethan grins. "I don't like when we fight," he whispers. "I don't either."

"Look E, you can fight him if you want. A lot of people depend on you, and it's for charity. But know that no matter what he does, no matter what he says, you and I are already a family."

He wraps you in a sweaty hug, and you laugh and shriek.

And in a blink of a crinkling eye I'm sinking, our fingers entwined Cheeks pink in the twinkling lights

It was the day.

The crowd was buzzing, full of energy as people filtered into seats, the lights blazing. You sat in a bunch with Mark, Amy, Julian, Jenna, and Sean (you and Ethan had long ago talked things out with him).

You had gone to Ethan's dressing room fifteen minutes prior.

He grinned at seeing you, jumping up to give you a hug. "You look so good!" you exclaim, kissing his cheek. "Thank you baby." He squeezes you, before letting go.

You had a funny thought, and in the true form of your relationship, blurted it out.

"Wouldn't it be kind of funny if you fingered me right now and use that same hand to punch him in his face?"

His jaw drops and you give him a pat on the arm. "Mark's waiting for me, knock 'em dead honey. Love you." And with that, you left, as unceremoniously as you entered.

Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me I'll drink what you think, and I'm high From smoking your jokes all damn night

They were doing prematch interviews. "So apparently, all this for a girl, huh, Ethan?" Charlie asks, Ethan stretching and rolling his head.

"She's not just some girl. The first time I saw her...It was over for me."

You huff, a smirk on your face. You swore, he was going to go to the grave with the full story. But then he looks up at where you're sitting, and he continues.

"It was five years ago. Right before she started dating...him. It was some fucking convention. She was dressed in, and I will never forget this, a black dress with lace, and she had pink flowers in her hair. I was looking for Mark, because I had lost him, somewhere, and the crowd parted, and there she was, smack in the middle of my eyes. I asked her for directions and gave her some corny joke. And that laugh, man. It was like being in the presence of a mermaid. Siren's call. And I knew that was my future wife. So she's not just some girl."

The interview continues, but you were just too dazed to even really pay attention. How could you, when the love of your life finally gave you something you wanted? God, you loved that man.

The brink of a wrinkle in time Bittersweet sixteen suddenly

But then it was time for the two of them to get into the ring. You grabbed Sean's arm, begin to panic. "Oh my god, what if he gets his ass kicked? Oh my fucking god, he's going to brawl my ex in front of the internet and all these people." You fidget with your skirt with the other hand.

"Hey hey hey, it's going to be alright," Sean says.

I'm watching American Pie with you on a Saturday night Your friends are around, so be quiet I'm trying to stifle my sighs

You start to panic at the actual thought of a fight, of Ethan being hurt. "Hey is she alright?" you hear Ted's voice from several seats behind you, but Mark motions at him to sit down.

"It's alright, we've got it," Mark tells him. Mark opens a water bottle and Amy holds it up to you.

"Take a sip, you'll feel better," Sean says, but you aren't convinced. You drink anyways, having a silent prayer as they prepare for the fight.

'Cause I feel so high school (I feel so high school) Every time I look at you But look at you

What a spectacle this was. Your boyfriend and ex about to "fight over you" like something out of a shitty high school movie.

You tried to remember what Ethan said to comfort yourself, about how he saw you, and just saw his future wife. Unfortunately it was not helping, and everyone could see your panic.

Sean grabs your hands trying to ground you.

Down in the ring, Ethan looks for you, and spots you again, fairly quickly. He can now see your panic, and Sean trying to calm you down.

Schlatt however, also sees this, and makes a grave error.

Fully aware of what happened the night of the party, having followed you two out, and having heard the rumors, he lets something slip.

"Huh, Look at her up there with SepticEye. No wonder you need to fight me so bad. You're insecure about our girl being a slut."

Truth, dare, spin bottles (yeah) You know how to ball, I know Aristotle Brand new, full-throttle (yeah)

And with the referee starting the match, Ethan almost immediately punches Schlatt in the face.

"Call my girl a fucking slut again and I'm gonna punch your teeth out," Ethan spats out, swinging even harder.

He doesn't miss.

He doesn't continue to miss.

He was originally just going to try to have fun, remembering what you said, and your fight. But Schlatt had to open his fucking mouth and insult you.

Yeah, you made mistakes. But you were the girl of Ethan's dreams. And how could he let anyone disrespect you?

So he gave the fight every iota of energy he had, and man, did the experience wear off.

He beats Schlatt easily, without even hesitation.

Touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto It's true, swear, scouts honor (yeah) You knew what you wanted and boy, you got her

He runs out to the stands where you are the moment he is allowed to, jumping over various objects and bleachers to reach you.

Before you can even get a word in, he's cradling your face, scanning your facial features for any lingering panic.

"Are you okay? I saw you hyperventilating before we started, are you alright?"

He doesn't even care that he was supposed to do a post match interview, he just wants to make sure you were okay.

You hug him, sweat be damned, a bone crushing hug. "I love you. The moment I was in there I just wanted to get out and check on you," he cries. "Just don't ever fight my ex again in a boxing ring for the internet and thousands of people to see, I don't think my brain is built for that."

He laughs, before repeating himself. "I love you." "I love you," you say back, before pulling his face in for a kiss.

You don't look at Schlatt on the way out. Don't even notice him. You don't give a fuck, quite frankly, and just want to get your boyfriend out of his sweaty clothes.

An hour later, you're throwing Ethan his congratulations party, with your friends (yes, even Ted), and his friends all congregated in the backyard. Everyone's playing games, conversing, drinking the punch you made, overall just having a good time.

And then something unexpected happens.

You had seen Ethan and Julian go repeatedly into a corner to talk somewhere multiple times, and while you tried to brush it off, a familiar feeling enters your body.

After about the fourth time, when Ethan comes back, you stop him. "Ethan Nestor, you better not be planning to announce something outrageous again."

He gives you a soft smile, and just says "you'll see, babe."

But nothing comes of it. The party comes and goes, and people leave. As the two of you sit on the couch, reflecting on the night, Ethan clears his throat, cutting the silence.

"I have something to give you. I was going to give it to you in the dressing room, but you dipped out of there so quickly. By the way, loved your idea, shame we couldn't do it."

You both chuckle, before he smiles at you. "And I thought about it, and everything about the last few months has been put out there for everyone to look at, like a circus, so I wanted to give it to you with just us."

"What?" you quietly ask him.

"It's for you, but in the long run, it's sort of like for us? I know you already said we are a family, but this makes it...more real, in a sense. Like I said tonight, about the first time I saw you..."

The puzzle pieces click once again for you, but this time, you aren't nervous, or scared, or queasy.

He reaches for his pant pocket and pulls it out.

"I've been in love with you for five years, and every day since we've actually been together has been amazing. I didn't know quite what it was to love someone until I saw you."

He opens it.

Brand new, full-throttle (yeah) You already know, babe You already know, babe

"Will you-"

"Yes."

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Arcane - Part 11

Ø  Meaning: Secret, Mysterious, Understood only by few. MAGIC

Ø  Pairing: Panther Hybrid Min Yoongi x Reader

Ø  Summary: Some secrets are kept for the good of people. Some secrets are kept for abuse or power. Yoongi had been a victim of abuse and power, and he wasn’t going to let anyone else use secrets for that purpose. So, when Y/N comes into his life with secrets, he doesn’t want to fall into that rabbit hole again. He doesn’t want to give all his trust to someone who will abuse their power over him. But maybe Y/N’s secrets are a good thing.

Ø  Genre: Hybrid!au, fluff, angst, eventual smut

Ø  Warnings: I know in the last part I warned that it was more intense this part but I somehow left that out and wrote it in a way that it isn’t bad, Of course dealing with this subject there is a small trigger warning... What the character did is not right, and no one should ever have to be put through something like this!! Stay safe out there!

Ø  Word Count: 1625

Ø  A/N: Hey guys… here is the next part of my Min Yoongi fic!! I am back with another part of Arcane!! It has been so long since I posted anything or written anything so I really hope you all like this part and understand that sometimes I just don’t have inspiration to keep writing!! So, I really hope you guys love and support this fic like you did with GOLDEN TIME!! If you want to be added to a tag list, message me or leave a comment or ask!! I would love and appreciate your feedback!! Thank you so much

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Y/N couldn’t concentrate.

She wouldn’t lie to anyone and say that she was interested in the paperwork in front of her. In actuality, she couldn’t tell anyone who asked what it was she was supposed to be concentrating on. Her mind was completely preoccupied with the events of her tragic and questionable weekend.

Monday mornings were always hard, coming off a good weekend. Try a Monday morning coming off a horrible weekend. It was currently 11:02 on Thursday after the horrible weekend and no amount of coffee, even the 8 cups Y/N had been through since 5am when she woke up, or distractions would take her mind off of her Hybrid at home.

Said hybrid had been hiding, completely avoiding the outside world, more importantly avoiding Y/N, for days now. Saturday, Sunday, Monday, all the way until today being Thursday and Yoongi still hadn’t come out of hiding.

Every morning Y/N would knock three times on Yoongi’s door, letting him know she was there. She’d leave him a tray of food outside his door before leaving for work, texting him routinely through the day at 11am, 1pm, 4pm just before she would return home to what was pretty much an empty house. It was always so cold, all the lights were always off, no heat, no Yoongi at the door to greet her home.

Every afternoon Y/N would hang her coat and bag, walk to the hall, and see that the tray off food she’d left in the morning had been completely untouched. It was concerning, Y/N didn’t know if Yoongi was eating or not, and from the looks of the cold, untouched food, it didn’t look like he was.

After taking the food back to the kitchen and throwing it out, Y/N would start to fix dinner for the both of them. Leaving a tray at Yoongi’s door before going back and sitting by herself at the table, hoping that maybe Yoongi would join her.

He never did.

And she could blame no one except herself.

Y/N was supposed to help him, protect him. She had promised that no harm would ever come to him. And yet, she was the reason that he completely hid from her, from the world.

She could see it as if it were happening in the moment. Pushing open the door, seeing Yoongi laying on the bed, arms up, eyes wide, begging for help. She could see Hye-Jin looking annoyed as Y/N stood in the door, straddling Yoongi’s waist.

Y/N would never forget the panic that flashed through Yoongi’s eyes, even as Y/N acted. Y/N didn’t waste any time in pulling Hye-Jin off of Yoongi, not saying anything as she threw the girl out of her house, slamming the door in her surprised face as she raced back to Yoongi’s room. She wanted to check on him, make sure he was okay, reach out to him.

But when she finally got back to his door, it was shut, closed off from the world.

Y/N was pulled out of her constant worrying by the ringing of her phone. Shaking her head, she looked at the caller ID, not recognizing the number.

“Hello?” Y/N spoke into her phone, thanking the fact that her office door was closed.

“Hello? Miss Y/N?” A familiar voice asked, though Y/N couldn’t place it.

“This is her? May I ask who this is?”

“Miss Y/N, it’s Jung Hoseok, from HOPE Sanctuary.” The voice cheerfully answered.

“Oh, J-Hope, right?” Y/N smiled widely at the memory of the man who helped her to adopt the hybrid currently hiding from her

“Yes. How are you? How’s Yoongi?”

The question was a dangerous one. How could Y/N explain to the man that had entrusted one of his friends to her, that she had completely and totally fucked up? She didn’t like the thought of lying to him, didn’t like the position she was already in, but how could she tell him what had happened? How could she tell him she was probably the worst thing that could happen to Yoongi?

“Y/N? Are you still there?” J-Hope asked.

“Oh yes, I’m still here.” Y/N forced a laughed. “Sorry just a lot on my mind with work. But I’m good, Yoongi is good.”

“Well that’s good to hear.”

Y/N could hear movement in the back of the phone call, J-hope wasn’t alone, and she could guess just how many were there. 5 hybrids missing their panther and a human who was so much better equip to this job then she was.

“Hyung, ask her…” Y/N heard a small, muffled voice.

“It would seem I have some impatient hybrids with me.” J-Hope’s cheerful voice came through with a laugh. “But they were wondering if that offer still stood? If they were able to come and visit their Yoongi Hyung?”

“Hey, I’m his Hyung!” Y/N heard a protest coming from behind J-Hope.

“Of course, you can.” Y/N heard herself saying without missing a beat. “I’m sure Yoongi would love a visit from you all.”

“Really?” Someone else spoke, seeming to have taken the phone off J-Hope. “We can come visit?”

“Of course, you can visit.” Y/N really just couldn’t stop herself, anything that will ease Yoongi would be welcomed. “I know Yoongi has been thinking about you guys. I was actually going to offer Yoongi if he would like a trip back to the city to see you all.”

“Oh perfect. It seems I have good timing.” J-Hope’s voice was a little distant from the phone, meaning the phone was on speaker now. “When would be the best time for us to come down?”

“You can come down any time you’re ready to.” Y/N moved around some paperwork, looking for her journal.

“We could fly in tomorrow afternoon?” J-Hope proposed, she could feel the nerves of them all.

“Perfect.” Y/N wrote a little note into her journal, noting they would be here. “I’ll clear out the other rooms for you all tonight. Will you be coming with them J-hope?”

“If it’s not too much trouble? I would like to be with them?”

“Of course.” Y/N hoped she could talk to Yoongi tonight. “I’ll make sure to have lots of food ready for you all. I know Yoongi will be happy.”

A cheer rang through the phone, letting Y/N know they were excited for the chance of a trip. She would just hope that Yoongi would be excited to see his brothers after nearly 2 months.

“We should let you get back to work now Y/N.” J-Hope seemed to have finally taken the phone back, placing it to his ear. “I’ll text you the details of a flight, so you know when to expect us.”

“Sounds good.” Y/N smiled, nodding. “I’ll see you all soon.”

“See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

Finally hanging up, Y/N let out a deep sigh, her head in her hands on the desk in front of her. She didn’t know what to do, she had a problem to solve at home with Yoongi and now his brothers were coming to see him. Finally sitting back up she pushed her hair out of her face, picking up her phone and ringing the familiar number, only for it to ring out.

Said hybrid sat in his room, staring at his phone as Y/N’s name lit up the screen in his pitch-black darkness. It’s not like the darkness actually affected him anyway, but still it was dark. Dark enough that he knew if Y/N was home and had walked through his door, like the many times he’s hoped she would in the past week, she’d have tripped.  

Yoongi would never straight up admit it, but he seriously missed Y/N. He knew it was his own doing, hiding himself away from her after what someone else did. But he couldn’t help but feel betrayed that she had let someone like that into his territory.

She had to know. Yoongi couldn’t help but think that Y/N had to know that he wanted to do nothing but protect his territory, and that meant her as well. He just wanted to protect the woman who gave him a change, but she was the one bringing dangers into his territory.

He couldn’t exactly forget it, what that girl felt like pressed against him. Yoongi could never really forget the pure look of lust in her eyes as he tried to get away from her. She had stalk him as if he were the prey and she were the predator, she had used his past against him, and it had won.

He would truly never be able to forgive himself for falling, failing to stop himself from feeling sorry for himself. He already knew that hiding and curling in on himself was wrong, and yet here he was, lying in the dark, staring at a black screen, hoping, praying for Y/N to reach out to him.

They were truly words that would haunt him, words that were whispered into his ear. Words that he had buried deep within his mind and now…

“Your just a pet… this is what your made for.”

“She’ll never please you the way I will.”

“Come on, this is what we got you for.”

“She’ll never love you.”

Again, and again. It was like a broken record playing for his downfall.

Hye-Jin’s words weren’t the first to tell him that, they were a constant in the last few homes he had been in. He just never thought they’d be words he heard while here with Y/N.

Now he just stared at the screen as it lit up again with Y/N’s name. He couldn’t bring himself to answer it, couldn’t bring himself to hear the broken words leave her mouth as he tried to call for him.

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Bio! Dad Strange Part 10, Mr. J finds Robin

Realized it might be easier to add titles so people know whats going on in these

Marinette was glad she had red hoodie, er, Jay back. He helped her escape her overprotective rouges, and aas the only one she could rant to about JL members without worrying about secret identities.

They may also be plotting to get their Hero Stalker out of the batfam—apparently Dick was a dick to Jason and chances of him changing with Tim were slim.

Speaking of, he didnt pick up lastnight and there havent been Robin sightings lately. Though, she is a but distracted trying to manage Jay’s murder rampages. Zsasz was helping with those and the Sirens pointed him to targets that deserved it, mostly traffickers and cartels.

The Council said that at this rate, he’d be her bodyguard or a new member. She didnt know what that meant for him besides staying beside her, when she worked as ‘Harley’s Niece’ (thank you puzzles for that) but otherwise she was kept away as Pixie Pop (too easy to id her) and Jill was just her father’s daughter taking to his patients and keeping certain Rogues from plotting mass murder (Uncle Jerome, Penguin, Riddler) or terrorist attacks (mostly Scarecrow but sometimes Ivy, Dent and Mr. Freeze)

But it bugged her, Robin being missing. She mentioned it to Rose, who said her flowers hadn’t seen him at all. As Tim or Robin.

She sent out a rouge and RKC search city-wide. Jay helps, as Red Hood (helmet was better but no, hood. Even though he isnt wearing one and is still in the awful outfit they met in).

Red Hood has managed to get a following on the streets and made a no kids rule for everything. All kids found were given to Uncle Oswald or his ‘son’ Marteen (late twenties) for recovery phsycially. Mentall Harley had her own picks for help on therapy, social and psychological sides.

The RKC was thriving since that system was installed.

But Robin was missing two days in. Mr. J was still back and too quiet and damnit!

Marinette skipped her treatments. Gotham is loud and she knows it but she has to do something. Jay is in his gear and she puts on her knock-Harley outfit and stocks up on knives, stungun, bolas and rubber bullet guns on her hips or legs.

She doesnt think about the fact that the red and black makes it look like her and Red Hood are trying to match with the the different red and black he’s wearing. Her makeup covers her face again—done up like a mime with a few contour tricks now.

She sneaks out and patrols on the rooftop, one of Robin’s usual routes. Maybe they just need to talk in person.

Then she catches something that sounds like her Hero Stalker when he was frustrated and tired and oh god that was screaming in there.

She moved. hit Rose’s tracker flower hard enough to leave a distress trail as she ran.

Jay ran after her, following her twists and turns.

She wished she skipped her treatments sooner. Could fly off to help but she hadnt and she cursed herself for this.

At 10 she found Mr. J torturing her friend in a warehouse.

“Stalker,” she whispered. Becuase that’s who he was first, the hero stalker that loved Batman and Robin (Robin-Jay, a small voice corrected her) for helping his city and were kind and caring and nice when his home was cold.

Robin and Mr. J didn’t hear. She knew that words were being said but she couldnt process them. Shock, Harley talked about that a lot after last summer.

A camera was recording. The sick fuck, he wanted to show this to someone.

She grabbed her bolas and threw them at Mr. J’s head.

He went down, hard. Jay handled him, but Marinette only cared about getting her friend off that table.

There was an oversized ray gun lointed at them while she fiddled witht he restraints, picking the locks.

She heard the whirling in it and kicked it in another direction.

It threw lightning. What the hell. What the hell—where was Batman. Why wasnt he keeping her friend safe. Why did he fail to keep Jay safe. Why—why does he get to put kids in danger?

Marinette felt sick. She got an exhausted Tim out and carried him.

She felt Harley run a hand through her hair as she refused to let her friend go.

She didnt know when the others got there, but they were.

Never alone, never go in alone. Always call the family and they will show. Never fight alone—the Council drilled this into her for years. Why was Hero Stalker-Robin alone? Did Batman forget how dangerous Gotham can be?

Zsasz was there with Jay, something Jay being “too nice” about needing to kill him painfully and permanently this time—“properly put him down this time.”

Her mind was a mess. She went to her Father on autopilot, carrying Tim over the rooftops. He clung to her. She’s ten and he’s twelve clinging to her as support. Where’s his team, his backup. Where’s Batman or Batgirl or Nightwing or the newb—Spoiler?

Why was Tim clinging to her and her team when his should be there. When his fights hers. Why were his enemies there and Batman—no, Bruce, his dad. Why wasn’t his Dad there for him. Why?

Father’s assisant helped fix Tim, their ability is to augment healing after Father puts them back together. Any attempt to move his mask was met by her breaking their wrist.

He had enough to worry about. No identity reveals on top of this nightmare, not on her watch.

She didn’t leave him that night. Refused to sleep too.

When he came to the next day, Jay was with a despondent Marinette.

“Going Kronos route,” Jay. Jay was tlaking about that monster. “He said I didnt have to see that.” Jayw as looking at her weird.

Marinette nodded, hoping it was the last time for real Jerimah would die. She lost track of how many times he’d been killed.

“Dad, he’s gotta be worried...” Tim, why the hell aren’t you thinking for yourself? Marinette wants to shake him, to keep him there and never let Bruce see him again.

Jay is debating it too, she can feel it. “I don’t know, he replaced me pretty quick.”

She wants to hit her brother. Becuase she knows he’s hurting but Jay can you chill for a but—he knew Hero Stalker befor ehe became Robin. He kenw what Tim’s life was like before Bruce. And Tim has been through enough, especially for now, hasn’t he?

“I, Ja—” so his first name started with a J. He was Jason Todd Wayne. Red Hoodie was Jason Todd Wayne and Robin and now James Smith. A lot of o’s until now, she noted (distract to aviod processing an overwhelming situation.)

“Its Red Hood. That kid died.”

“Hoodie...” she wanted to hug him or hit him or something. She doesn’t know. It hurts and doesnt at once.

Jay put an hand on her shoulder.

She knew he meant it. That Robin was killed by negilence from what he’d told her and she could peice together. The batfam picked Dick who left over him—a new Robin with no idea what was going on and how to Wayne and was being bullied by the rich kids and teachers in the ways that Jason couldn’t fight against. And when he finally lashed out—started being abit more violent—they put distance and then he went to find someone that might want him, his birth mother. That person sold him out to Mr. J. He died trying to protect his birth mom who wanted him dead.

She wanted cry but her eyes weren’t working. Still in shock then.

“I’m taking you back home if you want, but you have to stop being Robin like this. You can still do detective stuff but you need backup when you patrol or do a bust ir anything. You’re thirteen, not twenty.”

Tim didn’t make eyecontact. “I, he needs me.”

Marinette wanted to throttle Bruce. Badly.

“I get that.”

Harley only got better when Ivy stepped in. Jerome only recovers as long as Marinette keeps talking to him, the Sirens are slowly adopting him so she has more free time. Zsasz does what she says, and when she said no more taking hits unless they broke an RKC rule—attacking kids, abuse (any kind), murder that isn’t justifiable (see Dent for clarification), and active enablers of systematic abuse (dirty cops and their ‘albi’ partner, the false alibi givers too—Rose and Ivy’s plants were happy to testify the truth of anyone’s lcoation at any time).

Hell, if it wasnt for Frost and Ghoul and Puzzles, she doubted their fathers would even be considering backing off of crime. As it stands, Riddler is now running a youtube let’s play and working on game design as her and puzzles constant request. The other two were slowly moving off of crime and more into science again.

Her father would still be.. she didnt want to know how he’d escalate. But there were rumors of an alter around... she’d handle that tomorrow. Today was making sure Tim understood boundaries.

“But that doesnt mean you die for him. Do you hear me?”

Tim wasn’t looking at her then, looking at Jay instead.

“How are you even...”

“I dont talk about it.”

Tim nodded, slowly turning back to Marinette. “I, uh...”

Jay shook his head. “He wont get it pixie.”

“I,” Marinette sighed. Everything in her hurt and she didn’t know why. She wasnt injured. “He can try. Just, please Jay?”

Jay ruffled her hair. “Talk to him then you’re getting some z’s got it?”

Marinette nodded, feeling Jay leave. Probably to talk to Father about this. Maybe the Council.

“T—Robin.” He turned to her then. “Please, don’t die. If its life or death situation, please dont be the one to die. Don’t pull an idiot move and martyr yourself fighting a war. Focus on the causes, find the root issue and kick its butt. If anyone can, its you.”

Tim blinked slowly at her.

Marinette sighed. “Get some rest. Everyone knows if the touch your mask Jay’s got free reign.”

She went home and let Harley gove her Ivy’s knockout tea.

“Hun, how...”

“He doesn’t even realize how screwed up it is. I, he can’t becuase he came from such shit parents and...”

Harley raised an eyebrow at her word choice, and decided certain people would get a talk. Lter, when her neice didnt look like she couls blow up at any minute.

Marinette wanted to scream and kick and fight but thst won’t help her friend.

“...how bad.”

“His birth parents left him alone enough for him to stalk vilgantes and rogues and get pics. They didnt even notice.”

Harley took a deep breath. “I’m giving him a burner. If he’s in deep, he can message us. I can talk to him but we both know that not how Waynes work.”

Marinette rubbed her temples. She suspected Harley knew but... “Do they know?”

“Only me, Selina and Jerome for now. Ivy suspects. Want it to stay our secret?”

Marinette nodded.

Harley patted her head. “Get some sleep. You have a Bat to chew out tonight.”

—

Marinette walked Tim to Batman, escorted by Jerome and Harley.

Jerome was pissed, she noted.

“Batsy, care to explain why my neice and us were the ones to find your bird?”

Batman didn’t look good. His skin was tired. Hopefully from searching for his son, right?

Batman was silent.

Tim ran into his arms, crying.

Marinette could feel Jerome ready to punch Batman. She held him back.

“Give him a minute, please.”

Jerome narrowed his eyes, but nodded.

Batman idly noted the interaction. Apparently this girl... clown-mime? She had sway over Joker and Harley. And found his son.

He didnt know how to thank them, or what to do with that.

“Er, Mr. Batman?” The girl sounded different then. More than a tonal shift.

“I, you need to fix your team. This is the second time this happened to one of your sons.”

Batman tensed at that.

“It was Mr. J again. I, one of my uncles and my brother are handling him. This is the third summer he’s tried killing a kid.”

That had both looking at her. “He,” Marinette was smaller then, almost... scared.

Batman seemed to catch what she was trying to say.

“He kidnapped my girl here with hatter, killed Hatter infront kf her, and held her for a week while deciding how to kill her until she escaped and called us.”

Batman stared at Marinette then, something clicking enough to make him pale.

“He targets kids. The, the RKC are claiming jurisdiction on him and claiming his body to prevent future revivals,” Marinette got out, shaking slightly. She hated thinking about that week. It took day with the green crystals and week after to recover phsyically.

Batman didnt say anything, waiting for her to talk. Not the adults—he put together she’s incharge.

It was unnerving.

Tim was looking ar her too. They both knew she knew a lot. He wanted to see what she’d do with that knowledge.

She hated to dissapoint him, but Oswald and Marteen and Fish told her to make sure negotations go her way by any means necessary.

“I, Robin is either to be supervised or partnered during all patrols, put on a team somewhere else where he gets that support or be removed from fieldwork and he needs a new alias for his safety.”

Robin, not Tim, stiffened. “You’re not the boss of me!”

“If these conditions aren’t met, then i...”

Harley stepped forward then. “Then me or Jokes will blab about who’s under the mask. If its bad enough, then my mini-me will let out four other leaguer’s identities and their sidekicks. She’s pretty smart, even panicked when she found out i knew how much she knew.”

Marinette was paler under the makeup. She knew

This was the best plan for sucess but it made her feel sick.

Batman put Tim behind him.

“How does she—”

Marinette winced at the tone.

Batman froze at her reaction. He didnt like it when kids were scared of him.

She was shaking when she spoke. “Paterns and friends with their obsessions and me with mine and a few photoshop jokes and it just...” she trailed off, curling in in herself and eyes on the ground.

Bad move but she, she cant look at people right now. Maybe Jay but not the man who pushed her brother into a palce where he was vulenerable, not one who failed to get two of his sons away from Mr. J.

“You, you should have a meeting or something on secret identities becuase i have to keep a lot of them now. Becuase, becuase you guys are bad at them and blocking JL news did nothing to stop figuring out Arrow with his archery style and Superman’s only works with general disbelief and acting and Wonderwoman should vary how she carries herself or something and uh, yeah, Flash was more a senses thing and uh, i just...”

She was fiddling. With her ropes. When did she start doing that?

“I’ll talk to the league.” Batman was watching her carefully. Too carefully.

“Just, just think things through, okay? Tag team patrols if he stays and new costume—i made him by knowing him before... maybe a different role on the team? I, i don’t know just...”

Marientte squeezed the rope. Oh, those were tears starting up. “please keep him safe.”

She didnt see their reactions. She heard Jay coming over, in his helmet.

“Pixie, time to go.” It was Jay that lifted her up. She was lighter then? Did her worry screw with her treatment processing again? She didnt know. Or maybe she was just light to him?

She let him take her the long way, to the RKC.

She cried with Rose’s plants growing over her and Jay into him. Rose kept Ghoul from going to kill someone by getting him to help her make crepes for Marinette.

It was an absymal attempt. But it got her to laugh.

Frost gave her an ice sculpture and told them he’d be taking her to his summer classes in Central for a few.

—

The JL have a meeting. No one likes what Batman tells them.

“You’re telling us Harley Quinn—who took you down on her own twice—she has a neice that knows not only your team’s identities, but mine, Supes, Wonder Woman and Flash’s?” Arrow summized.

Batman sighed. “Yes.”

The League was silent for a moment.

Flash was the one to break it. “You wouldnt happen to have any pictures of Harley in casual clothing would you?”

Everyone turned to him, various looks of confusion, rage and disgust.

Batman put a picture of Harley with the Sirens up, one where she forgot her make-up during a ‘shopping spree’ in the Sirens early days.

“Yeah, i think she’s this girl, Jill i think, her aunt. The kid was wicked smart when i met her at the Flash muesum last year, and knew more than she should about acfive police cases. I think she’s our mystery girl, Pixie.”

“That’s what Red Hood was calling her before taking her away.”

The league burst into chaos then.

“We need to find her”

“Get the security feeds from the Flash muesum last summer.”

“Theyre deleted already.”

“Databases for american girls named variations of Jill born between XXXX and XXXX”

“Wait, alias, maybe?”

“Damnit!”

—

The Flash was patroling his city when she spotted her. Pixie. At central city university.

“Hey there kiddo.”

The girl jumped a bit, turning to see him. Earplugs. sensory issues?

“Uh, hello?” Th girl looked around, like she was expecting someone else. “Are you looking for someone?”

“Kind of. Maybe you can help?”

That got the girl’s attention, sitting up straighter and her eyes sharper. Definately the girl Batman said she was. He put his league comm on, hoping the others would hear.

“There’s this case I’m working on, but the lead scientist is stuck on. I heard from a certain reporter you’re pretty good at forensic science, think you can help with a bit of bio?”

Marinette blinked a few times, but nodded. “Kind of. Im not allowed in labs yet so i mostly just look at data and figure out what patterns fit it best. My father doesnt want me to get too involved with biology or medicine since mom has a science ban.”

Red flag. Restrictive learning is a red flag. Possible abusive or toxic home. Procede with caution.

“Well that’s good. Give me one sec, the lead on this isnt getting it done.”

flash came back in less than a second, holding a file. “Can you look this over and tell me what happened?”

“The kid was moved through multiple locations while injured. He, he couldnt fight back since there’s no defensive wounds, but restraint bruising, looks like metal since its uniform... i, mr. flash, they have a lot of injuries, but some are old and defensive so in bad fighting situations a lot too.”

Marinette handed him back the file.

“Thank you. The forensic guy is taking forever.”

That had the girl, Jill? Looking at him again, this time curious. He hoped the league turned on his camera to see her reactions. Get her into their database.

“Who is it?”

“Barry Allen.”

Marinette couldnt help it, Barry (not flash, Barry who is hiding being a meta and still speaking out) is her personal hero. Him and Harley, but still. “He’s really cool!”

Okay, she can’t hide her fangirl side.

Flash raised an eyebrow. “Not really. Always late, sloppy attire, testimonies are eh.”

Marinette was mad then—why cant Flash let his alter be amazing!

“He’s late becuase he’s known to stay up late working on other cases when he isnt paid to and doesnt have to. And appearances and organizational skills arent what matters—his expertise is and he’s one of best with getting everyone what they need in time for case-building. So what if his reports are hard to read sometimes? He explains it in personso everyone gets what happened, which is very important and a lot of people are super bad at. And—and he advocates for meta rights and for their ability and circumstances taken into consideration during sentencing—none of the others even try to remind people of that and that a lot of metas dont chose their powers and it gets overwhelming and scary and then one instictive reaction later and people get hurt when you didnt want to react at all.”

Flash felt something kick him in the chest then. The girl is meta. Ear plugs. Possibly hurt somone by accident.

“If its okay, can i ask what your ability is?”

Marinette froze. “I. If anyone finds out, I lose Maman and Papa and Father and everyone.”

Flash froze at that. “What do you mean you lose everyone.”

“I, I’m visiting family for the summer. I live in France.” She didnt want to say more than that for location. “Being meta there is bad. Automatic life sentence with no trial bad.”

Flash sat down, putting an arm around her. This, this was not what he was expecting.

“My powers get worse in the summer. If I slip here, most of my family can handle it. Nothing bad happens. If i slip at home with Maman and Papa, i... if anyone knew then i’d be taken away whether they wanted it or not.”

“Where would you end up?” He had to know how bad it was.

“Living zombie in correction centers. Then jail-jail when you’re 18 until you die... no trial. Being meta is a crime there. And, and mr. Allen doesnt think that way at all. He keep saying you need to contextualize power and abilities and intents and if you defend yourself and you’re meta you go jail...”

Flash stayed silent, letting her continue.

“Maman screamed a lot when i hit this stalker in france. He was following me and other kids from school with a bat, saying he’d teach us all lessons. We got away but he kept trying to get us. I snapped one time and he was mostly fine, nothing permanent but Maman was so angry at me for almost getting caught becuase it was on tape and i was a little kid and little kids run, they dont fight.

“My powers didnt show though—Father made a treatment to keep them from that. No one suspects stickers... but she’s still scared its enough for a rep to come and check me for meta abilities and that she’ll lose me again.

“Again?”

Marinette twisted at that. “I, uh, probably would be dead if Father didnt find a treatment for me as a baby. Its how i got my abilities, but if theyre ever neutralized completely, i’d be dead. So we have to curb them... Maman forgets i need them and almost threw out my supply once. She forgets that i’m not normal until things like a student stalker happen and i hit the guy with his bat and then she remembers and gets scared i’ll be taken and its just...”

Flash decided he was adopting her, somehow. Smart and powered and in need of help.

There would be an intervention in France soon.

“Sounds like a lot of pressure, especially for someone your age.”

Marinette didnt make eye contact. “I have to. If i dont then there’s a dot in the open and thats a possible pattern and someone might connect it to the ones i couldnt stop. And Father and me are good at connecting dots and finding possibilities.”

Flash wanted to scream at the League then, he ahd a feeling they only added to her stress.

“He, he says we’re hardwired to find patterns and possibilities. But i shouldnt catch as many as i do. My teachers keep saying i need to slow down and dial it back and stop catching on so fast and blurting things out but i just...”

Marinette was fiddling with her hair then, it was down enough to.

“Sounds like you’re a real smart kid.”

“Smart kids don’t get caught.” She needed to be smarter, untraceable.

Flash thought she meant the Justice League wasn’t smart. And if the girl was reluctant to let him bring them in just yet...

“Do you at least have someone you can talk to about this?”

“My Auntie Quinn and Rose. Rose doesnt like you though.”

“Oh? Who made her mad at us? Was is Arrow?” He already knew but he wanted to know why.

“Batman. He, uh gave her to someone who, and i quote, ‘should never be allowed to have a sentiment child that is not a plant’ when she was found by him. She’s younger than me but she looks older, and isnt allowed outside of her house.”

Flash heard a low thump from his comm. oh, Batman knew who it was alright.

“I, uh, do you need help with another case?”

Flash smiled at her. She needed a distraction from what she just said.

“Back in a flash!” Once he was back in starr labs he turned on his audio. “Who was it?”

“Poison Ivy’s daughter. Cadmus, not Ivy, created her apparently.”

Flash swore as he grabbed a differnt file. Potential speedster case he hadn’t gotten around to.

“Here ya go kiddo,” Flash grinned at her.

Marinette nodded her head and looked over the file.

“Something doesn’t add up... there!” She pointed at one of the photographs. “See?”

Flash leaned in to get a better look.

“It looks like the speedster marks but that would only work if the speedster was messing with spacetime continum! But there’s no evidence of that so Occam’s razor, its a lightning meta!”

Flash looked over the picture and it did add up. Especially the lack of certain streaking patterns.

“They were probably teleporting since theres no drag or streaks, just one epicenter,” Marinette continued.

Flash decided that the League would be visiting Paris, and he’d be personally fixing the meta policies. And that the girl, Jill, she’d be in the League. She lectured Batman and Robin on safety and seemed to be focused on helping them in their weaker spots as heroes... mainly identity maintenance. And she likes science and is good at it—perfect to add a science-centric member to the League as she grows up.

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That’s the end of this summer. Next time we do marinette meeting Tikki and becoming Ladybug. That should take a few posts until we get back to gotham.

Let me know if you want a JL handling looking for Marinette as Princess (the kiddie kyptonian) and Jill (who Flash found and is presumed to be Harley’s neice). Im happy to if there’s interest.

Reminder, there will be many a miraculous swap and the Ladybug parts will diverge from cannon as 1) i changed a lot of characters, 2) charater dynamics are altered too and 3) i’m changing when students came in and how Adiren ended up in school.

Also, see my kwami posts for how the kwami are in this AU as they are not the same as cannon and it will be a bit obvious.

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Amnesia

AN: Hey! This is the first fanfic I’ve written in years, so please be nice to me lol. It’s based on the song Amnesia by 5sos, basically I wrote about Tyler breaking up with his girlfriend to move to Dallas, and of course I also wrote their eventual reunion. It’s really cheesy and I kinda hate it, but that’s ok. I hope you guys enjoy it because I read a lot of fanfics and I know how frustrating it is to read poorly written/boring work. Also I know I said this was going up on the 8th but I didn’t really want to wait because I have my Jujhar Khaira fic to post, I just posted something about PLD on my ao3, I’m in the middle of writing another fic about Tyler, and I have fics planned for draisaitl and mcdavid.

Warnings: none really, it’s sad for a bit but then it’s fluffy

You got home from work to find Tyler sitting on your couch, which wasn't an uncommon sight. You'd given him a key to your apartment when you'd moved in, and he'd often come over to watch movies after a game, or come help you make dinner when he had nothing better to do. You’d been dating for a few years, you got together before his NHL debut. What was uncommon about seeing him sitting there were the tears on his face.

"Tyler, what's wrong?" you asked, placing your purse on the ground and kicking off your heels before walking over to sit next to him on the couch. He didn't respond, he merely buried his face in your neck and continued crying.

"Ty, hun, tell me what has you so upset."

"I'm leaving."

"What do you mean you're leaving Ty, what's going on?"

"I got traded Y/N, I'm moving to Dallas."You sat there stunned, not knowing how to respond. You felt your eyes water at the thought of being without him, but you knew you couldn't let yourself be upset right now, Ty needed you to be strong. You feel his arms squeeze you tighter, and you were forced back to reality.

"What are we gonna do Y/N, you just got a promotion, you can't leave."

"We can try to make it work Ty..... we can Skype every night?" you offered, knowing this wasn't a solution, but not wanting to think about the reality of what would likely end up happening to your relationship.

"Y/N..... you know how busy I'll be, there's no way we would be able to make that work," Ty said while sniffling.

"I know, I just can't imagine being without you Ty. I'm happy for you though, maybe a fresh start will be good for you. You're a great player, Dallas is lucky to have you."

You spent the rest of the night in each other's arms, fearing what would happen once you let go.

Three Years Later

You were driving home from work one day, and you passed the restaurant Tyler and you used to frequent after he'd won a game, remembering the nights you spent there together with the rest of his team celebrating.

I thought about our last kiss, how it felt, the way you tasted

You thought back to the last time you kissed Tyler, in the airport before his flight to Dallas. He tasted like his favourite peppermint gum, and his lips felt soft and familiar against yours. You had agreed to break up before he left and he got a girlfriend shortly after his arrival, so the few times you'd been able to make it to Dallas to visit him, you weren't able to kiss him, and it's something you missed dearly.

Even though your friends tell me you're doing fine, are you somewhere feeling lonely when though she's right beside you?

You had made friends with some of Tyler's teammates the few times you'd travelled to Dallas, and you made a point to text Jaime regularly to make sure Tyler was doing alright. You still talk to Ty, but knowing him he won't tell you if anything is wrong. You still wonder if he's hiding something, but you have to tell myself there's nothing else you can do.

If what we had was real, how could you be fine? 'Cause I'm not fine at all

You haven't been able to find a date since Tyler left, knowing nobody would be able to fill the void that Ty left. It wouldn't be fair to date someone when you’re still pining after your first love who now lives almost 2,000 miles away. You tried dating apps and even blind dates set up by your friends, but they all fell short compared to what you'd had with Ty. You still wonder how he managed to find someone just months after moving to Dallas, how he was able to get over the years you had together so quickly.

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia, and forget about the stupid little things, like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you.

The first few months of sleeping alone had been torture. You'd become so used to falling asleep next to him that you found it impossible to sleep without him. No amount of pillows could replicate the feeling of him next to you, snoring quietly and occasionally mumbling in his sleep. You would often lay awake at night wondering what your life would be like if you had fought harder to keep him with you. You think about what would've happened if you'd quit your job and moved to Dallas with him. Truthfully you still do think about it, when you can't sleep or when you sit alone at my desk at work eating lunch.

October

One day your boss called you into his office, with a proposal. He told you they're planning on opening a new location in the south, and that they'd love to have you there working for them. You swore you misheard him because it sounded like he just said it will be in Dallas. You immediately took the offer, willing to take any opportunity you had to get closer to Tyler after three years without him in your life. You pulled out your phone to text Jaime once you returned to your desk.

Y/N: hey uh weird question but do u know if ty is single rn?

J: he's painfully single, he complains about it every chance he gets

Y/N: on a scale from 1-10 how happy do u think he'd be if he found out I'm moving to dallas for work

J: probably a 10 tbh, he misses you more than he'd like to admit

Y/N: I'm planning on surprising him will u help me? make sure he doesn't find out I'm moving!!

J: will do, look forward to seeing ur stupid face again

You also texted Ty, and begin laying the foundation for your surprise.

Y/N: hey ty, i know i said id try to make it to dallas for ur bday but I'm getting really busy at work rn :( my boss says it doesn't look like ill be able to get time off until march. i promise ill come down then, I'm really sorry i won't be there for ur bday

T:Hey! No worries Y/N, I understand. I look forward to seeing you in march :)

January 28th

You arrived in Dallas two weeks ago, and avoiding Ty had been pure agony. You met up with Jaime and a few of the other guys for dinner, getting all the updates on their lives and Tyler's. You found out he has three dogs now, and you must say you're not surprised. Tyler and you were going to adopt a puppy but then he got traded, and you knew it was only a matter of time before he finally got one. You decide to text him to put the finishing touches on your surprise.

Y/N: hey stranger!! I sent u a bday gift, it should hopefully arrive sometime soon :D

T: aw thx, you know you didn't have to get me anything

Y/N: hey, i had to make up for missing ur bday somehow. I hope you like it!

T: ill love anything you picked out for me :)

Y/N: oh shut up XD

You decided his "gift" is going to arrive on the 30th, considering you wanted to be with him on his birthday, plus you didn't know how much longer you could wait to see him. You texted Jaime and tell him to make sure Tyler doesn't have any plans that day, and you went to  buy some balloons. You bought some green and white ones for Dallas, and some yellow and black just for good measure. You squished them in my car and drive back to your apartment buzzing with excitement.

January 30th

You woke up an hour before your alarm was set, unable to contain your excitement. It was only 8AM, but you decided to text Tyler to let him know his "gift" would be arriving soon.

Y/N:hey ty, just checked the tracking and it says ur gift should arrive this afternoon

T:ooooh any hints?

Y/N:no!! be paaaaaaatient

T: but that's no fun :(

You smiled as you set your phone down and began to get ready. As 1PM rolled around you could hardly contain your excitement anymore. You still felt a slight bit of anxiety, worrying Tyler won't be as happy to see you as you were hoping he'd be. You heard your phone buzz, and see a text from Jaime.

J: hurry up and go take back your bf, if i have to hear him bitch about being lonely one more time i s2g ill scoop my own brain out w a spoon

Y/N:stop being so dramatic I'm just about to leave

You gathered the balloons and the gift bag containing some snacks from back home in Boston, a card from all his friends, and a nice watch you'd picked out for him. You glanced at yourself in the mirror and took a deep breath as you walked out the door of your apartment.

You soon find yourself in his driveway, and you could barely contain yourself as you got the balloons out. You slowly walked up to the door, unable to believe what you were about to do. You knocked loudly, and heard a dog begin to bark.

You heard a familiar voice shout, "Gerry! Be quiet! It's just the mailman for god's sake," and hear footsteps approaching.

You felt a huge smile form on your face as Tyler opened the door and was greeted with a face all of balloons.

"Surprise!" you yelled, feeling what you assume was Gerry jumping all over you.

".......Y/N? What are you doing here? I thought you couldn't get time off?" Tyler said in disbelief, and you felt two strong arms wrap around your shoulders and squeeze you tight.

"That may have been a lie...." you said sheepishly, handing him the balloons and gift bag. He looked so much different than the scrawny boy that left Boston, now sporting a full beard and tattooed arms. You took a moment to savour being around him again, before he ushered you inside.

"So how are you? I feel like I haven't talked to you in forever?" you asked, sitting down on a large couch in his well decorated family room.

"You literally texted me this morning," he replied, sitting beside you while the other two dogs attempted to climb over him to come say hi.

"Don't be a smartass, you know what I mean. We haven't had a proper conversation since before the season started."

"Things have been great. I love it here, the weather is so much better than Boston. The guys here are awesome, the chemistry we have as a team is amazing. I still miss home though, those guys will always be my family. I miss you too, you know. I tried to replace you but I just couldn't. Hell, I bought three dogs and even that didn't work. You're clearly pretty special Y/N, if even three cute labs can't replace you," said Tyler, with a hint of sadness in his eyes. It hit you then that you had to tell him you weren’t leaving, that you could finally be together again.

"Hey, you gotta open your present, I traveled a long way to deliver it personally," you joked, handing him the gift bag. You watched his eyes light up as he saw the snacks, and a large smile form when he read what his former teammates wrote for him. You told him you can return the watch if he doesn't like it, but he insisted he loves it. You laid on the couch for a bit, and you could tell he wanted to get closer to you but won't.

After a while he asked, "Hey Y/N, how long are you in town for?"

"Well I was gonna wait to give you the last bit of your surprise but since you asked I guess I can tell you. I moved here, Ty. I've been here for two weeks. The company is opening a location here and they wanted me to come work here. Once they told me it was in Dallas I couldn't resist."

You watched a look of realization develop on his face, and the next thing you knew his lips were against yours. They were just as soft as you remembered them, and he still tasted like peppermint. Without saying a word you felt him pick you up.

"Tyler what are you doing?!" I shriek as he begins walking somewhere.

"Making up for the three years I spent without you," he explains as he carried you down the hall towards his bedroom.