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Remus Oneshot - Visiting Hours

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Songfic (it’s more just a random oneshot with a bit of fluff that uses a song for  a small portion of the oneshot)

Song Used: Visiting Hours - Ed Sheeran

Timing: Golden Trio Era, specifically Prisoner of Azkaban timing, with a small bit of ‘Pre-Philosopher’s Stone’ at the start

Reader's Relations: None/Best friends with James (cause it’s for the plot, okay)

Reader’s House: Not Applicable

Reader’s Blood Status: Muggle-Born

Warnings: None/Sadness

Other notes: This was originally gonna be set after the Battle of Hogwarts with the reader being Remus’s sister and being the one to look after Teddy, but it evolved into this instead, let me know if you’d like to see that one too.

A small bit of context, after his parents were killed, he was sent to live with you rather than the Dursleys.

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I hummed a tune to myself as I put the finishing touches on Harry’s 11th birthday cake. I had just finished washing up the bowl that the icing had been in when Harry walked into the room, “Post’s here.” He smiled up at me and handed me one of the two letters that were in his hands. I returned the smile and turned the letter over to remove the envelope and read the contents;

“Dear Miss (Y/n) (L/n),

On behalf of Professor Dumbledore, I would like to invite you to come and teach Muggle Studies at Hogwarts. We require a new teacher, and it was agreed that you would be the best fit for the job. Of course, you do not need to worry about Harry, as I’m sure, provided both letters arrived on the same day, that he will be coming with you. I await your reply.

Yours,

Professor Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry”

I smiled at the letter, turning towards Harry who was staring at the letter in his hands. I gave a small chuckle, alerting him to the fact that I was watching him and he turned to me, “So.. when do we go and get my school things?”

“Whenever you wish, Harry, but how does tomorrow sound? There’s a birthday cake with your name on it here.”

He nodded and smiled, handing me the letter, so I could read over it, as it had been twenty years since I’d been in his position. I folded it and put it safely on the kitchen counter, beside my purse, so we wouldn’t forget it the next day and turned back to the cake, picking up the stand it was on and bringing it over to the table where Harry was sitting.

“Happy Birthday, Harry. It’s not much, but I hope you like it anyway.”

“Awesome. Thank you,” he replied, as I took out my wand and cut two slices after he’d blown out the candles. We both dug in and managed to eat half of the relatively small cake, between the two of us, saving the other half for the next day, or a later point, as it would last a few days.

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“I want three paragraphs on the uses of rubber ducks, due by the end of the week,” I spoke out to the class of 4th years. Groans were heard across the classroom and I rolled my eyes, “You should be glad I’m not making you write thirteen pages! Class dismissed!” I spoke, leaning my hands on the desk in front of me, as the students started packing up their stuff. I started to pack up a few of my things as it was the last class of the day, and I wanted the classroom to be clean for the next day. Just as I was collecting a few of the remaining quiz papers from desks, a voice disrupted the quiet, “Professor (L/n)?” I turned around to see one of the 5th-year Hufflepuffs standing at the door. I smiled and nodded, “Come in, Jen. Did you need something?”

“Not technically, I just wanted to hand this in. I finished it early and I didn’t trust it being left in my dorm until our class on Friday, so I thought I’d just come and give it to you now,” she replied, taking a piece of parchment out from her bag. I walked over and took the parchment from her, seeing it was her essay on (Random muggle objects) I’d given her year the previous day.

“Thank you, Jen, I’ll mark it this evening and give it back to you tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Professor, bye.”

“Bye, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The Hufflepuff girl adjusted her glasses and nodded before running out of the classroom. I shook my head slightly as she reminded me of myself in my school days and returned to the small office adjacent to the classroom. Sirring down at th desk, I placed the pieces of parchment in my hands down, taking out the photo of me and my school friends, the Marauders, Lily and Marlene, I kept in the top draw of m desk and rubbing my thumb over it, “I wish that heaven had visiting hours so, I could just show up and bring the news,” I took my thumb over to where James and Lily were standing, the former’s arm around the latter and giggled at the memory, before tears starting to come to my eyes. It wasn’t fair that James and Lily had been killed, they didn’t deserve it, “That he's getting older, and I wish that you met him. The things that he'll learn from me, I got them all from you,” I paused looking at the younger version of Remus in the photo. He’d helped me so much with my schoolwork, and with how to be a decent human being, his friends not being responsible as they were pranking Slytherins most of the time. During our school years, I had the most obvious crush on him and it was a surprise he hadn’t worked it out, or maybe he had and didn’t feel the same so he kept quiet about it, “Can I just stay a while, and we'll put all the world to rights? The little one has grown, and I still drink your favourite wine and soon they're going to close, but I'll see you another day, so much has changed since you've been away.” I’d been best friends with the Marauders, helping Sirius and James out with homework most of the time, and helping Remus with his/doing it for him when a full moon came, Peter doing his homework himself, “I wish that heaven had visiting hours so, I could just swing by and ask your advice. What would you do in my situation? I haven't a clue how I am to raise him. What would you do? 'Cause you always do what's right. Can we just talk a while until my worries disappear, I'd tell you that I'm scared of turning out a failure. You'd say, "Remember that the answer's in the love that we create". So much has changed since you've been away.” 

I put the photo down, unable to continue singing as I put my head down on my desk letting the tears come. That was when I heard a knock at the door. I quickly wiped my tears, allowing the person entry, and stood up, to make it seem like I hadn’t been crying, but I froze when the person walked in, “P-Professor Lupin. This is a surprise.”

“(Y/n), don’t act like we don’t know each- Have you been crying?” he asked, looking me in the eye. I shook my head, “No! Why would I have been crying?”

“You can’t lie to me, (Y/n). I was at school with you for seven years, I can tell when something’s wrong,” Remus replied, walking over to me and taking my chin in his hand, forcing me to look at him, “Tell me? I know we haven’t seen each other in more than twenty years, but I’m here for you if you need to talk.” I smiled and nodded, shaking slightly, “O-Okay. It’s just I’ve been so stressed. I don’t know if I’m doing a good enough job!”

“You are. You’re the best Muggle Studies professor this school’s ever had.”

I sighed, “No, I don’t mean job as in occupation, I mean with raising Harry. I don’t know why James and Lily wanted me to look after him if something happened to them!” I choked out, the tears coming back to my eyes. Remus just pulled me into a hug, “Let it out, (Y/n). Let it out. I won’t judge you.”

“Thanks, Rem. T-this is what made me fall in love with you all those years ago.”

The minute I’d said that my face turned bright red and I squeaked, quickly backing out of the hug, “You should really go, I’ve got a lot of papers to mark, and I want to get it-” I was cut off when Remus grabbed my upper arms and pulled me closer to him, kissing me. My eyes widened, but after getting over the shock, I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair. We broke off a few minutes later and I raised a hand to my mouth, “You just kissed me…”

“I’m sorry, I should have asked first. It’s just that when we were in school Sirius told me that if I ‘ever got the opportunity to kiss you, I should do it’.”

I smiled, pecking his cheek, “It’s okay. I confessed first anyway, accidentally but still. By the way, that was my first kiss.”

“Want me to be your second too?”

I giggled and nodded, “Most definitely. D-does this mean we’re together now?”

“Does this answer that?” Remus responded, kissing me again.

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I probably had an idea for more of this… but ehh I wanna draw so I’m ending it here

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Prompt - If you have a prompt I can put into the oneshot

Plot - What you want the oneshot to include, the more detail the better

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Warnings - Any sensitive subjects?

Other Notes - anything else I might need to know?

2023 FandomMas Day 4 - Newt Scamander

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts

Prompt: None

Reader's Relations: Newt’s girlfriend

Other Notes: This is set in the modern day by the way,

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“Oh come on, Pickett. There’s no need for that attitude.”

I just giggled as the bowtruckle in question stuck his tongue out at Newt, blowing a raspberry, causing him to look in my direction, “What?”

“It’s cute. You treat your creatures like children. I wonder what you’d be like with actual children, Newt,” I replied, leaning over and pecking his cheek, wrapping my arms around him. I broke off when I felt a weight on my shoulder and looked to my left to see Pickett sitting there, glaring at Newt, causing me to giggle again at his protests, “Pickett, going to (Y/n) won’t help your case.”

“Come on, Newt. It’s hard to stay mad at him when he’s this cute,” I spoke, letting Pickett ride on my shoulder as I walked over to the baby nifflers, hearing Newt muttering something about Pickett favouring me. After feeding the nifflers I walked back over to Newt, “I’m sure Pickett still loves you. I’d probably just call it a ‘phase’ that he’s being grumpy with you. I have a feeling he’ll be back to riding in your pocket in a few weeks, or even before then.”

I gave him another peck on the cheek and turned around, walking towards the stairs so I could go and get some food for myself, having been down with all the creatures all day. Just as I got to the bottom of the stairs, I felt Newt grab my wrist, “(Y/n), about what you said earlier… what did you mean about the whole ‘children’ thing?”

“Oh, I was just stating that you treat the creatures like your children and that I was wondering if you’d treat human children the same,” I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck, and leaning into his ear, “Because I think you’d be a great father.”

Without another word, I left him there completely stunned as to what I was implying as I made my way up the stairs and into the kitchen to get some food. A few minutes later, just as I was getting a plate out, I felt arms wrap around my waist. Now, if it hadn’t been 10 o-clock at night, and we hadn’t made sure that all the doors and windows were locked, I probably would have screamed, but due to the gently touch and the fact that I knew there was only one person who would dare to wrap their arms around my waist, I didn’t.

“Hey, Newt. Did you need something?” I asked, turning around after I placed the plate down on the bench, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Not entirely, but I would like you to tell me something. What exactly were you implying earlier? When you said I’d be a good father?”

I giggled, my heart rate increasing at the fact that he was starting to work out what I meant/what I wanted, “I meant exactly what I said. You’d be a great father, Newt, and honestly,” I paused and bit my lip, not wanting to tell him what I was trying to tell him because I knew he already felt like all his creatures were his ‘children’ I was unsure whether he’d  want human children around too, but I put the thoughts aside and continued, “I want to have kids.”

I muttered it more to myself than him and looked down, avoiding eye contact with him, so I didn’t have to see his reaction, leading me to be extremely surprised and let out a scream when Newt picked me up, causing me to tighten my grip around his neck, “Newton Artemis Fido Scamander! Put me down!”

“I understand now, (Y/n), and we’re not going to have children if we just stand around her waiting.”

I gasped and realised what he meant, causing my face to turn red as he continued to carry me up to our shared bedroom.

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“Thank you, Queenie, but how did you know?” I spoke, placing the small white knitted boots to one side so I could fold up the wrapping paper, “We haven’t even told anyone yet.”

“Oh, Honey, I can read your mind remember?” Queenie replied, “You shouldn’t have been thinking about it the last time you saw us.” I mentally slapped myself at forgetting the fact that Queenie was a legillimens and smiled, standing up and placing the small boots in the draw where I’d put the first ultrasound of mine and Newt’s baby. I returned to the living room to see Newt and Theseus talking to each other in a corner of the room, the latter grasping the former’s other arms.

NEWT’S POV

“You’ve got this, just ask her. What could go wrong?”

“She could say no. Theseus, you don’t know how much I love her, it’s going to hurt too much if she says no.”

“Which is not going to happen. I know that. She loves you, right?” I nodded and he continued, “She’s going to say yes, I know it. She’s carrying your child, Newt. She wanted you to be the father of her child/children, because she might want more in the future, she’s not going to say no.”

“If she does, I’m never speaking to you again,” I replied, as he let me go and I fiddled with the small box in my pocket, before walking back over to where (Y/n) was sitting.

YOUR POV

“(Y/n), I need to ask you something…”

I snapped from my daze of thinking about the future, and looked up at Newt, “Hm? Of course, go ahead Newt.” I could see him shaking and I could tell his heart rate had increased as he fiddled with something in his pocket, “(Y/n), I love you so much and… well I’m not good at this so I’m going just going to get straight to the point. It would make my Christmas if you were to marry me,” he spoke, getting down on one knee in front of where I was sitting, pulling out a small box from the pocket he has his hand in earlier. I gasped loudly, feeling tears come to my eyes, “Of course!” I could see him breathe a sigh of relief as he sat down next to me, placing the ring on my finger. I just smiled, kissing him, “Were you nervous about asking me?” He gave a slight nod and I giggled, “There was no need to be Newt. I would have said yes any time. Plus I’m already carrying your child, what made you think I would say no?”

Instead of a response, he just dug his head into my neck in embarrassment causing a chuckle to leave my mouth, “It’s okay. I understand.”

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Day 4 written! This was supposed to originally be a completely different oneshot, but I thought of this this morning and wanted to write it before th other, the other will get written as part of FandomMas, I just don’t know when.

Deductions or Doctor? - John x Reader

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Reader's Relations: Sherlock and Mycroft's Sister

Warnings: None

Other Notes: In this you're part of Scotland Yard (it's for a certain reason….)

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"THAT'S IT! I'm GOING to actually kill Lestrade next time I see him!" I shouted slamming the door to 221B Baker Street behind me and walking upstairs.

"And what's up with you?"

I ignored John's question and sat down on the sofa, starting to angrily tap my foot on the floor.

"It's clear. (Y/n) is distres-"

"Don't you bloody dare be a smart ass Sherlock, I'm not in the bloody mood for your deductions right now. If you want to know, I'm rather annoyed because every time there's an even remotely 'exciting' case, Lestrade is immediately 'Oh let's get Sherlock Holmes. He'll solve this for us', and it just pisses me off. I mean, seriously, what impression does it give the people of London if Scotland Yard can't even solve one bloody case, always getting you," I pointed directly to my brother at that moment before continuing, "to solve any case we get, like come on!"

"I see. So, Lestrade isn't actually the cause of your frustration, it's me."

I scoffed, "Don't be so damn full of yourself Sherlock! Not everything is about you!" I replied standing up and walking to the kitchen, "Do we have anything I can eat? I'm starving."

"Strange. Are you feeling okay, (Y/n)? Normally you don't eat much."

I smiled, "Thanks for the concern John. I'm not sure, you are right, I mean I guess I did throw up this morning and I was feeling a bit lightheaded today."

"Hmm."

"What exactly does 'hmm' mean?" John asked, to which I rolled my eyes, "That is a question that's never going to get an answer, John. One thing about Sherlock is that he never explains himself!"

"Well I'm about to if you let me speak, (Y/n)!" Sherlock interrupted, continuing to pace around the flat. I rolled my eyes, "You're not the doctor here, Sherlock! So if there's something wrong with me, then John's the one that would know, not you!" I retorted, continuing to tap my foot on the ground angrily.

"Please stop doing that, it's incredibly annoying when I'm trying to think."

"Oh shut it, Sherlock! Just go into your little 'Mind Palace' or whatever you call it. I am not in the mood for this!"

"Ahh, (Y/n), you're back. I had a feeling you'd be in a bad mood, so I made you your favourite."

I smiled and ceased my foot tapping, turning to the doorway, "Mrs Hudson, you are my saviour! I'm starving and this is exactly what I need right now." I walked up to her and took the tray, going to sit at the sofa, seeing as it was the only available space, as Sherlock's 'experiments' had taken over every other surface in the flat, and digging in. The food was great, however the glass of water that Mrs Hudson had given me tasted like wax and I reluctantly swallowed it, "Eeugh. That tastes disgusting."

"Hmm, further proof of my theory. John, take a sip of that water."

"Why should I? (Y/n) said it tasted disgusting, I'm not going to-"

John, it's for an experiment, taste the bloody water!" Sherlock snapped and John quickly walked over as I handed him the glass, continuing to eat the food.

"That tastes perfectly normal."

"Oh great… so there is something wrong with me… yay," I spoke out sarcastically. Sherlock turned to me, a smirk on his face, "Well, I wouldn't say 'wrong' (Y/n)… Although, I guess it depends on how you'd feel about becoming a mother," he whispered the last part to himself, but I still heard it, "What the bloody Hell are you talking about Sherlock?! I am not-"

"You're pregnant."

I burst out laughing, "You have GOT to be kidding Sherlock, there's no bloody way I could be pregnant! I don't even have a boyfriend for crying out loud!"

"That is irrelevant. Last night you arrived back late, after midnight to be specific, as I was still awake when you returned, working on a case, I'll have you know, and I heard your footsteps, then this morning there was a stench of alcohol coming from your room, and I noticed a glass of water and some pain killers on your bedside table this morning.-"

"I put those there, Sherlock, just stop showing off please, it's getting annoying. I'm the doctor here, if (Y/n) is pregnant, I'll be the one to be able to tell that, not you."

"All the signs are there, John. They're all there. Signs of first trimester pregnancy: Morning sickness, increase in appetite and food and drink tasting different."

"Then explain the 'how', Sherlock, my dear brother," I spoke, standing up and crossing my arms, "Let us hear your amazing theory of how the bloody Hell I can be pregnant without even having a damn boyf-"

"One night stand."

"I beg your pardon!" I squeaked, "Sherlock! I am your sister, OLDER sister to be precise, how bloody dare you!"

He just smirked at me, putting his hands together in front of his face, "I'm right though, aren't I?"

I sighed and sat back down on the sofa, "I guess it's a possibility. I did go to the bar last night to celebrate finishing the case, but one minute I am sitting at the bat having a beer, then the next thing I know I'm in some random guy's bed compete-"

"You don't need to finish that sentence, (Y/n)."

It was then that a mass surge of panic took over me, "What am I going to do?! I'm a highly respected Inspector at Scotland Yard, if this gets out to the Press it's going to ruin my whole career! I can already imagine the headlines 'Respected Scotland Yard Inspector (Y/n) Holmes Disgraced Due to Pregnancy!' I just don't know what to do!" I lay on my back on the sofa, my arm over my eyes, trying to hide the face I was crying from the two of them.

"We'll keep it a secret somehow, (Y/n)."

"How?! At the moment it's going to be easy, but it's going to get extremely hard once she starts showing, Sherlock! What's your plan then? Keep (Y/n) hidden forever?!"

"No," Sherlock replied, "It's simple, John you're a doctor, right?" John sighed and I rolled my eyes, as Sherlock continued, "Well, you can do check-ups on her when she needs them and then-"

"Sherlock, I'm an army doctor! I have no experience in childbirth!"

"That is true. In that case, we're going to have to change plan. John you will pretend to be (Y/n)'s boyfriend when she needs to go for check-ups or whatever, and when the baby is born, pretend that you're the father."

"Is that really a good idea? Why me specifically?"

Sherlock took a deep breath, "Well we can't let anyone else know, and I can hardly do it. She's my SISTER, John! That's just unsettling."

John sighed, "You're right," before turning back to me, "You alright with this, (Y/n)?" I nodded shyly, "I-I don't want this to ruin everything, but we're going to have to tell Mycroft at some point, Sherlock."

"No. Not a good idea. He'll just.. No."

"Sherlock! He deserves to know he's going to be an uncle in nine months!"

"Okay fine, but not right now."

"Okay."

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"You feeling okay, (Y/n)?" John asked, rubbing my back as we sat in the waiting room, "This is your last check-up."

"I know. I've just been thinking. Amelia really deserves to have a father figure in her life and…"

"Y-you want me to be a father figure to her?!"

I nodded, a smile on my face, "Would you do that for me, John?"

Before he had a chance to respond, a nurse came over, "Miss Holmes, Doctor Matthews is ready for you now." I nodded and turned back to John. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed his cheeks and kissed him before standing up and following the nurse off, scared of what John's reaction was going to be.

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I smiled and thanked Doctor Matthews before leaving her office and walking back out to the waiting room. I saw John sitting in the same place he'd been before and when he spotted me, he stood up and walked straight up to me, grabbing my upper arms and kissing me. I blinked out of surprise but soon melted into it.

"Y-you like me back?" I asked, swallowing the lump in my throat. He nodded in response and I smiled, leaning my head on his shoulder, "That makes me happy. I take it you want to to be Amelia's father figure then?"

John's only response was kissing me again, which I took as a yes, as the two of us left the hospital, John hailing a taxi back to Baker Street for us. When we got upstairs, I sat on the sofa and John came to sit next to me. I immediately snuggled into his side the best I could with my growing stomach and smiled, feeling him wrap an arm around me.

"Now this is strange because I don't actually know, what is going on with you two?"

I giggled and gave John a 'You want to tell him or should I?' look, to which he spoke, "Sherlock, I'm dating your sister, and there's nothing you can say to stop me."

Sherlock blinked in response, "Well then, I wish you both luck, but John, you hurt my sister, you're dead to me."

"Got it, Sherlock."

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Sitting alone in the flat, again I was bored, shooting at the small target that I'd put up on the wall to shoot at. However, soon I heard the door being opened and I smiled, knowing I wasn't alone anymore, however that smile soon faltered when I saw who had walked through the door. I immediately stood up and changed my grip on the gun, "what do you want, Moriarty? You know I can just call Sherlock right now to tell him you're here. I'm sure he'd love to finally catch you!"

He just chuckled, "Nothing this time, I was just passing by and thought I might come to say hello."

I gulped as he walked closer to me, continuing to speak, "I was also thinking of what a useful purpose you could have to me."

"What are you-" before I could finish, he'd placed a pair of glasses on my face and I lost control of my own body.

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I awoke in a strange room that I didn't recognise for the first few minutes, until I realised it was my childhood bedroom.

"Why am I here?"

"Don't you see it? You're bait."

"What for?"

I started shaking from nerves as I heard that evil chuckle again, "Oh dear… I guess you're not the same as your brother then… Can't you deduce why?"

I sighed, knowing fine well, "Sherlock. You're using me as bait to lead him to you."

"Correct."

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"Sherlock? Your phone buzzed."

"Hmm, can you read it for me."

Instead, John just threw it on my lap, "Read your own texts." I picked my my phone and my eyes widened, "John, come with me now," I spoke hastily, standing up and grabbing my coat, seeing that John hadn't moved, "Come on."

"Are you going to tell me?"

I rolled my eyes, "It's Lestrade, (Y/n) has been taken somewhere."

"W-what? How does Lestrade know?"

"This," I replied showing him my phone, on it was a picture of a note, that Lestrade had sent along with the text, the note explaining that (Y/n) had been kidnapped as well as a code to her location.

-----------------YOUR POV

"(Y/n)! We found you!"

I looked up to see Sherlock, with John and Mycroft both behind him. I smiled thankful they'd found me but then remembered, "You three need to get out of here. Moriarty is-"

"-Right here with you all. Now back up from her."

My heart started pounding again as Sherlock backed off, John and Mycroft doing the same, as Moriarty walked closer to me allowing me to stand up, "Now, Sherlock, I see you fell for it, now this is going to be your downfall. At the hands of your own sister."

"What are you talking about?"

Moriarty turned back to me, placing a gun in my hands and smiling evilly, as I then felt metal on the back of my neck, "This. You shoot one of them, and I'll let the other three of you go free," as he spoke I started to formulate ideas in my head of how to get out of this one of which being…, "If you shoot yourself, I'll let all three of them go, and if you choose not to shoot anyone, then I'll shoot you."

Again, I thought of something, but Moriarty had already realised I thought of it, "And, if you shoot me, you'll all be shot too."

I gulped and thought for a moment, before I heard three voices;

"(Y/n), shoot me, they're your brothers," John.

"(Y/n), shooting Mycroft is the better idea, then you will be able to live yourself," Sherlock.

"Don't be ridiculous (Y/n). You should do us all a favour and shoot our little brother." Mycroft.

My heart started pumping faster, and I spoke, "So… just weighing my options here," I paused and pointed the gun towards Mycroft, "There's the older brother who pretended I was invisible for 5 years, but if it weren't for him I wouldn't have my dream job of working in Scotland Yard," I then pointed it towards John, "The love of my life and the best friend I have ever had," and finally at Sherlock, "And the younger brother, who makes the whole of Scotland Yard look like idiots whenever he solves a case, as well as being an arrogant psycopath."

"I think you'll find it's 'Highly Functioning Sociopath'," Sherlock spoke out to which I rolled my eyes, blinking back the tears as well, "Now is not the time for this, Sherlock, I don't care right now what you want to call yourself."

I took a deep breath, "I have made my decision, but before I do this, please, let John and Mycroft go. I don't want to them to see this." My heart was pounding heavily and for once, Sherlock showed emotion, fear and surprise were in his eyes.

"Very well," Moriarty spoke, and I felt the metal leave my neck. While he was opening the door, letting John and Mycroft leave, I turned my attention to Sherlock, "Sher, on the count of three, run."

"What?"

"Run. On 3."

"What about you?"

"I know what I'm doing, just trust me on this, please." He nodded as Moriarty walked back and I felt the gun on my neck again. I took a deep breath.

"I'm waiting."

As my heart was pounding, I pointed the gun in my hands at Sherlock, mouthing out to him, "3, 2, 1."

"RUN!" As he ran I felt a gunshot, however, I felt neither a bullet hit me nor any pain. I smirked at Moriarty's confused face, as I punched him, running out after Sherlock, making sure to bring the gun that had been in my hands with me.

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Once I'd ran out, I found John and Mycroft, but before anything could be said, a gunshot was heard, causing the three of us to grow silent.

"She didn't… did she?"

"Probably, knowing (Y/n). She told me to run, and not look back, so…"

"Oh well, I wouldn't be so sure. You might want to look behind you."

YOUR POV

I smirked as I walked up to the three of them, a smile on my face seeing their confused faces, "You boys okay?"

"How did you escape? We heard a gunshot."

I smirked and pecked John on the lips, "You should learn never to underestimate me. I realised the gun that I had to shoot one of you with didn't have any bullets in it at all, so while Moriarty was letting you two out, I switched the guns, so the one I had had bullets, and the one pressed against my neck didn't. That way when I told you to run I wouldn't be hurt when I was shot after letting all three of you survive. Oh and… you should probably know, Mycroft, but you're going to be an uncle soon."

"I guessed that, there's no way you could gain that much weight in that short of a period of time."

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I smiled as I now held Isabella in my arms. She looked just like me, something that I was thankful about.

"How are you feeling, (Y/n)?"

I looked up and smiled at John, "Much better now you're here. How are Sherlock and Mycroft holding up?"

"You don't want to know what's going on out there. Seriously, they're both at each other's throats about who is going to be a better uncle."

I giggled as John came and sat down, smiling, "Yeah… that sounds like my brothers, you want to hold your daughter?" John just looked at me in confusion, "but sh-"

"No biologically, but you're her father figure, John. Plus, she's going to grow up believing you are her father, so may as well let you know-" before I could finish, he'd kissed me, "Okay, I get the idea, but on that point. I-I have a question for you, (Y/n). Will you marry me?" he asked, kneeling down beside the hospital bed and pulling a small velvet box from his pocket, opening it to reveal a ring. I felt myself tearing up and tried to blink them back, "YES!" John let out a sigh of relief and perched on the side of the bed, leaning down and pecking me on the lips before placing the ring on my finger.

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And here we go. I admit this worked better in my head….

a selection of artist memes hand-picked and curated by me based on my own experiences

John Laurens Oneshot - Strangers to Lovers

Requested?: No

Prompt: “Take my seat.”

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Timing: Modern AU

Reader's Relations: None

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, swearing, random people being dicks in public

Other notes: None?

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I sighed in relief as the bus I needed finally arrived at the stop. Once I got on, I sighed, seeing there were no available seats and grabbed a hold of a nearby pole for standing passengers, placing a hand on my 6-month-pregnant stomach, hearing a whisper of, “Son, come here and let the lady sit down.”

“No! I want to sit down!” the child replied. I just sent a smile the the father in a ‘it’s fine, I’m used to it’ way.

That’s when I felt a tap on my shoulder, “Miss, here, take my seat. I’m getting off soon anyway.”

I turned around and was met with a freckled face and brown hair, tied up in a low ponytail, the man wearing a white t-shirt with turtles on it. I smiled as he stood up and thanked him, sitting down, feeling relieved at the weight being removed from my legs.

“Thank you again, sir. I like your T-shirt by the way.”

“Thank you. Turtles are just the best!”

I let out a giggle, “I agree.”

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A few minutes later the bus arrived at my stop. I stood up and thanked the driver before getting off and finishing the small walk home I had from the bus stop. That’s when I felt another tap on the shoulder, “Sorry, Miss. I didn’t get your name. It seems we were getting off at the same place.”

“Oh, I’m (Y/n). What about you?”

“John. You’ve got a pretty name. Oh, shit, I shouldn’t be flirting, I can tell you’re already in a relationship,” he muttered the last statement his eyes darting to my stomach.

“T-thank you, and it’s fine. I was, but not anymore. My boyfriend was excited about the two of us having a baby, but a few days ago, I found out he had been cheating on me since before he got me pregnant and that he was dumping me for her when I told him there was a chance that our baby wouldn’t be perfect. I don’t have the best eyesight, I’m dyslexic, and I’m a carrier of a genetic ‘deformity’, I hate that word, a thing that my mum has that could get passed down to this child. The girl my ex was cheating on me with has no problems with her DNA, has perfect eyesight and she’s gorgeous. Sorry for ranting, we’ve probably walked past your house by now.”

John just shook his head, “Nope! Plus it wouldn’t be right for me to let you walk home alone. Who knows who could take advantage of you? And your ex is wrong for not seeing you for how perfect you are. You need someone who will love every part of you and the child, no matter what they look like,” he spoke, putting a bit of my hair behind my ear that had fallen out of place, causing my face to turn slightly pink.

We ended up learning that we lived in the same block of flats, and right next to each other, and two months later, John made me move in with him so that he wouldn’t worry about me being on my own and having to go the hospital alone, then I met his very loud friends…..

-------------------JOHN’S POV

“John, what’s got you so distracted?”

“Nothing Alex. I’m fine,” I replied, moving my hand and pushing a bit of hair that had fallen into (Y/n)’s face out of the way, who was currently asleep on my shoulder.

“I have a feeling it’s something to do with (Y/n). Mon ami, I can see it in your eyes, you love her, non?”

I immediately looked up, staring Laf in the face, “W-what?!”

“I knew it. Just tell her, mon ami, before someone snatches her up,” Laf replied, a smirk on his face.

“You wouldn’t dare,” I muttered, seeing him looking at (Y/n).

“Tell her and I won’t.”

At that moment, (Y/n) woke up with a scream, “I-it hurts!” making my eyes widen, “Laf can I borrow your car? Mine’s in for a service today.”

“On one condition; I’m driving.”

“Fine. Just get (Y/n) to the hospital, please.”

-----------------------------YOU POV

“Thank you for helping me, John. I don’t think I would have made it without your help,” I spoke, panting as I held Jane in my arms, the baby girl being sound asleep.

“No problem. Glad I was of some help.”

“Mon ami, don’t you have something to say to (Y/n)?”

I blinked at Laf’s words and asked John, “Do you?”

“Laf, I hate you so much….” John muttered, “If I have to do this, you three must leave.” Laf and Alex sighed, Herc eventually had to drag them out of the room, leaving me and John alone, “So what did you have to say?”

“Since I met you, I felt something… a good something. I realised I’ve fallen in love with you, (Y/n). I know you probably don’t feel the same, I mean we have only known each other for a few months but-” I cut him off by placing a finger on his lips, “I love you too, John.”

His face lit up and I giggled, “I’m not messing with you, you can kiss me if you want.”

That was all he needed to bend down and carefully kiss me, careful not to disturb Jane.

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And another one written… I have one more in my head, that might get written tomorrow…

Oneshot Update

So, I finally got around to watching Descendants and... well I fell into the rabbit hole. So I will now be writing oneshots for the fandom. Here is the form link for requests: https://forms.gle/vT7pca5bj8AxHqST6 I will also add it to the rest of the forms.

Helping Hand - Viktor Oneshot

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Reader's Relations: Viktor's best friend

Warnings: None that I can think of

Other notes: For this, you also live in Russia, and you're a retired skater, the same age as Viktor tho, just retired cause of an injury… also any trial things are based on Ace Attorney, cause idfk how Russian Law systems works… hehe so please don't say anythin

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"Viktor, please, I'm begging you! Please just pick Tanya up from school for me!" I pleaded over the phone, my heels clicking on the floor of the Prosecution Lobby at the courthouse.

"(Y/n), you know I'm going to get swamped when I arrive. By the time I'm freed, you'll be able to get to the school to pick her up."

I took a deep breath to avoid shouting at him, "Listen, Viktor, I know your skating is important to you and stuff, but Tanya's your daughter too. I understand that night was a drunk mistake, but it was both of our faults, so you have to take responsibility for her too, even if she doesn't know you are her father. Please, I'll do anything for you if you just pick her up, just this once?"

"Okay, fine."

I sighed, "Thank you. I don't know what time I'll be back, so I bought pizza for her and you if you want some in the fridge. Again, thank you so much!"

-----------------------VIKTOR'S POV

"UNCLE VIKTOR!!!"

I immediately turned around and was pounced on, "HELLO!"

I smiled and patted her on the head, "Hello, Tanya. Are you ready to go home?" She nodded, but before anything else could be said, I was stopped, "Yeah… and who might you be?"

"Viktor, (Y/n) sent me to pick Tanya up because she's currently stuck in a trial. That's not a problem is it?"

"Well, it's just normally we don't let children go home with anyone apart from their parents-"

"Miss Brown, t-that's Viktor Nikiforov! He's a famous figure skater who's won 5 world championships! He's amazing! Tanya why didn't you tell us you were related to him?! That's awesome! You're so lucky."

I froze up slightly, knowing that I was right about what was going to happen, but tried to ignore it and turned back to the teacher, "So, are you going to let me take her home?"

"Fine."

-----------------------YOUR POV

"Mummy!" was the first thing I heard when I walked in the door. I smiled and picked her up, "Hello my darling! I missed you."

She giggled and wrapped her arms around my neck, "Hehe."

"You owe me so much, (Y/n)." I turned to Viktor and smiled, "I know. Thank you so much for picking her up, Viktor. I had no idea that the trial was going to go on for so long. I will forever be in your debt."

He smiled and hugged me, "Yes, you do, not just for picking her up but because of what I had to endure. Her teacher was against me picking her up because, as you know, to the public eye, I'm not her father. Only you and I know that."

"I'm sorry about that. I should have rung the school to tell them. Thank you again."

"You're welcome, (Y/n), just remember, I'd be happy to look after her anytime you need, as long as it's-" he was cut off by his phone going off, "…Yakov, hi!...... Oh, right… sorry….. Hm? Oh, I had a little duty to do…" Viktor paused and turned to me, taking the phone away from his ear, "Yakov wants to know why I wasn't at practice, can I tell him I had to pick Tanya up for you?" I nodded silently and he smiled, going back to the phone call. I left him to his own and placed Tanya down, walking into the kitchen, where I saw two empty plates, making me smile knowing that Viktor had given Tanya her tea. I shook my head a bit, placing the two plates in the dishwasher before grabbing something for myself. As I was making (Random Food), Viktor came into the kitchen, "Yakov wants to talk to me in person, so I have to go."

I smiled and nodded, "That's fine. Again, thank you so much for picking Tanya up."

However, instead of walking out the kitchen like I expected him to, he walked up to me, looking incredibly nervous, but before I could ask, he grabbed my shoulders and kissed me. My eyes widened in shock and he pulled away, "Sorry, I just had-" I interrupted him and kissed him again.

"I-I love you, Viktor."

He smiled and kissed me again, pushing me up against the kitchen bench. I wrapped my arms around his neck and melted into it, but before it could get too heated, we heard a small voice, "Mummy? Why are you kissing Uncle Viktor?"

Viktor immediately moved back as I took my arms away from his neck and we both turned to Tanya, who was looking at the scene in front of her a confused look on her face. I took a deep breath and walked up to her, bending down to her level, "Tanya, I need to be honest with you… Your 'Uncle' isn't really your uncle.  I know I told you he was your uncle, but the truth is, he's your father. I know you're probably disappointed in me."  her eyes widened and she smiled, "That. Is. Awesome! I have to be honest, I'm glad you're my dad." I returned her smiled and I felt arms wrap around my waist as I stood up. I turned around and pecked Viktor on the lips, "At least we can all be a family now."

I smiled and picked Tanya up, leaning my head on Viktor's shoulder, "I love you."

"I love you too, (Y/n), both of you," Viktor responded, pecking my lips before kissing the top of Tanya's head.

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And, another oneshot written! Yay

Kurt Oneshot - Similarities

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: (Platonic) Fluff 

Reader's Relations: Mr Schuester’s adopted daughter

Warnings:  None I can think of (if any of this is triggering lmk and I’ll make a note for the next time I write a oneshot with this sort of theme)

Other notes: Seriously do not ask how this came to my head. Also, in this, the reader is/you are lesbian, and also don’t ask about the ending. I might make a part 2 for this, 

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I released my hair from its prison called a bobble and let it hang loose over my shoulders as I walked down the halls of McKinley, my hockey stick over my shoulder and my, now, empty water bottle inside the bag containing my hockey stick, looking for my father’s office/classroom. However, I came across a sight that made my blood boil; two guys, who I guessed were, on the football team, were shouting at another boy.

“Hey, you two! Stop that right now!”

They turned to me, “Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it?”

I scoffed and pulled my hockey stick out from its bag, “Do you really want to find out? Because I’ll have you know that I’ve nearly ‘taken off my opponent's legs’ with this stick, as our team’s coach put it. So unless you want to end up in the hospital, I suggest you leave him alone.” The two guys then just ran off and I put my stick away before turning to the boy, “Hey, are you alright?” I asked, a smile on my face. He nodded, “I’m used to it, at least it wasn’t a slushie.”

“Why were they picking on you? Don’t worry, I won’t hit you with this,” I paused and pointed to my hockey stick, “It’s only for jerks and cheaters. I’m (Y/n) by the way.”

“Kurt. It’s nothing, just they do that to everyone.”

“Not to me.”

“Cause you scared them out of their socks.”

“Yeah, I guess I did. Anyway, I gotta go,” I smiled at him and then dashed off still trying to find my father, eventually just bumping into him.

“Oh, hello, (Y/n), what are you doing here?”

“We got back early from the tournament so I thought I’d come to see you here as I figured you wouldn’t be home yet and I kinda left my key at home so I wouldn’t have been able to get in.”

“I see, well this is a surprise, how’d it go?”

“Good. We thrashed everyone!”

“How many goals did you score?” he asked, as we started walking down the hall, I had a feeling I knew his destination, him being the coach for the Glee Club. I just smiled, “Well, let’s just say within the 3 matches we played, I scored more than 5 goals.” He patted me on the head, “Would you like to come to Glee Club today? I’m sure the club would benefit from hearing words of encouragement from a winner such as yourself.”

I gigged and rolled my eyes, “Sure.”

“Good, because here’s the choir room.”

The minute he walked into the room, me following, everyone went quiet. I took my stick off my back and leaned it up against the wall, walking over, prompting one of the girls, who had shoulder-length dark brown/black hair to pipe up, “Mr Schuester, who’s this?”

“Right, I almost forgot,” I gave a small, ‘hmph’ pouting in the process as my father gave a small chuckle, pulling me closer, “This is (Y/n), my daughter.”

“Adopted daughter thank you, now let me go, I’m still sweaty!” I managed to break free from his grasp and went to sit down at the side.

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After the club was finished for the day, I was approached by a guy with a small mohawk, “Hey there, you single?”

I rolled my eyes, “Shut it Puckerman, for your information, I’ve shot down every single boy who’s tried to ask me out, so don’t even try it.” with that, I stood up and hoisted my hockey stick back on my back, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get home.”

“You lesbian or something?”

I rolled my eyes, “So what if I was? Why should it matter to you? No idea why anyone would want to go out with you.”

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“I thought I told you two to back off from Kurt or do you want to be beaten to a pulp?” I threatened the two boys who had Kurt pressed against his locker. This time however they just scoffed in my direction. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my hockey stick from my bag, wrapping it around one of their necks, “This is the last time I will go easy on you, Leave. Him. Alone.”

“What is going on here?!”

“This freak is threatening me!”

I rolled my eyes, “Give it a break, Jerkwad! You were the one that had Kurt pushed against his locker! There’s nothing wrong with being gay!”

We were eventually dragged into the principal’s office and I sat there, examining my fingernails, “For your information, I was defending my friend. This guy has been picking on Kurt because of his sexuality. It doesn’t matter who you love or what gender you are, we are all still human!”

“W-what happened? (Y/n)? What are you doing here?”

“This girl was caught with a hockey stick around the neck of another student, while also threatening him.”

I rolled my eyes, “I’ll state this again, I. Was. Standing. Up. For. My. FRIEND! And just so you know, you can’t expel me because I don’t even go to this school. Now, if you do not mind, I have a hock match I need to get to.” I grabbed Kurt’s hand, dragging him out, leaving the debate up to my father and the principal.

“You know, I’m going to take it upon myself to be your bodyguard Kurt.”

“Why did you stand up for me?”

I gulped and paused, “Promise you won’t say anything?” Kurt nodded and smiled, “Thanks, to tell you the truth, it’s cause I’ve been exactly in your position too. I was bullied in my High School years.”

“Really? But you’re like a, and don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re a badass.”

“To tell the truth, it’s an act I put on. The thing is I’m lesbian, and I was the only kid in my school that was out of the closet. So, I know how you feel.”

Eventually, I ended up transferring to McKinly High, and I started to feel safer. I had my father there to talk to if I got bullied, rather than bottling it up, as well as Kurt, who was like the brother I never had.

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“We’ll go next, Mr Schuester,” Kurt spoke standing up. I followed and we both made our way to the front.

(Bold is you, Italic is Kurt and underlined is both)

I am not a stranger to the dark

Hide away, they say

'Cause we don't want your broken parts

I've learned to be ashamed of all my scars

Run away, they say

No one'll love you as you are

But I won't let them break me down to dust

I know that there's a place for us

For we are glorious

When the sharpest words wanna cut me down

I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out

I am brave, I am bruised

I am who I'm meant to be, this is me

Look out 'cause here I come

And I'm marching on to the beat I drum

I'm not scared to be seen

I make no apologies, this is me

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

Another round of bullets hits my skin

Well, fire away 'cause today, I won't let the shame sink in

We are bursting through the barricades

And reaching for the sun

(We are warriors!)

Yeah, that's what we've become

(Yeah, that's what we've become)

Won't let them break me down to dust

I know that there's a place for us

For we are glorious

When the sharpest words wanna cut me down

I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out

I am brave, I am bruised

I am who I'm meant to be, this is me

Look out 'cause here I come

And I'm marching on to the beat I drum

I'm not scared to be seen

I make no apologies, this is me

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

This is me

Oh-oh-oh-oh

And I know that I deserve your love

Oh-oh-oh-oh

There's nothing I'm not worthy of

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

When the sharpest words wanna cut me down

I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out

This is brave, this is bruised

This is who I'm meant to be, this is me

Look out 'cause here I come

Look out 'cause here I come

And I'm marching on to the beat I drum

(Marching on, marching, marching on)

I'm not scared to be seen

I make no apologies, this is me

Oh-oh-oh-oh

(When the sharpest words wanna break me down)

(I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out)

I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh

This is me

And… everyone’s faces were in shock. I smiled at Kurt and returned to my place as he went to sit back down. Throughout the rest of the competition, I just couldn’t get one thought out of my mind:

Am I actually a lesbian?

I’d had so much fun singing with Kurt and I tried to snap myself out of it, telling myself the fact I knew which was that Kurt was gay, at least he’d had the courage to tell people. Then there was me, with only two people that I knew properly, other than the people at my school, knowing that I was lesbian, them being Kurt and my father. After my best friend in school had outed me in assembly, I vowed never to tell anyone again.

Eventually, everyone had finished their duets and it was voting time. I was surprised when Kurt and I won and were even more surprised when my father actually let us take the dinner voucher for Breadstix, despite knowing that he was trying to get a couple together.

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“Where are you going all dressed up? Do you have a girlfriend and didn’t tell me?”

I rolled my eyes, “Dad, if I did, you know I would tell you, and I’m going out with Kurt. You know our ‘dinner at Breadstix that’s on you’? The duet competition?”

“Oh yeah, I guess I forgot. Now don’t you forget-Wait, nevermind.”

I rolled my eyes, knowing he was going to say ‘remember to use protection’, then remembered something, “Dad, nothing like that is going to happen. Remember, I’m lesbian and Kurt’s gay there’s no romantic or sexual attraction between us. Seriously, it's just friendship.”

“I know, I’m sorry, (Y/n). I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“And I’m not going to get hurt. I have nothing but friendship love for Kurt… I think platonic is the word. Also, he invited me over afterwards for movies. Now if you don’t mind, I’ve got to go or I’ll be late for meeting him.”

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“Hey, Kurt, sorry I’m late.”

“It’s alright, now for free Breadstix!”

I giggled at his attitude as he pulled me inside and a waitress took us to a table. Throughout the night I really enjoyed myself and as we were walking back to Kurt’s house, ready to watch movies, I let out a little sneeze.

“You’re sneeze is adorable, you know.”

I just glared at him, “I am not cute! I’m a ferocious lion, not a tiny kitten… just a lion that’s cold… and didn’t bring her coat.”

I noticed Kurt chuckling and he made a ‘come here’ motion. I moved closer to him and he wrapped his coat around me as well, causing my face to heat up. I mentally cursed myself, why do you do this to me, feelings? I questioned how I’d managed to fall in love with him, when I’d had crushes on girls my whole life (never told any of them though), I was falling in love with a guy…. And not just any guy, one I knew for certain was gay, and who I considered to be my best friend.

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After watching the 3rd film, I leaned my head on Kurt’s shoulder, sighing in contentment and smiling, starting to feel sleepy, “Can I confess something to you?”

“Of course, (Y/n). You know anything you tell me I will not tell anyone.”

I smiled, “I’m glad I have a best friend like you, Kurt. I’ve never actually been kissed before, well I mean romantically.”

Kurt just looked at me, his mouth agape, “(Y/n), you have guys hanging off you every day!”

“Oh please, straight guys only want to get in your pants and then leave, like a ‘fuck and run’ scenario. I’ve rejected every single boy that’s ever made any form advance on me, romantic or otherwise…”

“I see… I’ve never been kissed either.”

I looked him in the eye and just before I knew it, I’d pushed him down on the sofa and kissed him. When I saw his shocked face and realised what I’d done, I immediately broke off and started to frantically apologise, “I’m so sorry Kurt! I wasn’t thinking! Sorry, sorry sorry!”

“(Y/n), stop apologising. I understand... And to be honest, I wouldn’t mind you doing it again.”

My face lit up, “A-are you sure?”

“As my dad told me, I’m not actually going to know if I’m gay if I go around avoiding girls my whole life.”

“S-so that’s what you see me as? An ‘experiment’ to see if you’re actually gay? Wow, that’s great words to hear from my best fr-” I stopped talking when he kissed me again, “No, that’s not it, (Y/n). well, not the whole of it. I feel something inside when I see you. You light up my whole life.”

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I quickly stood up and ran out of the choir room to the toilets, where I promptly emptied my stomach. I took a deep breath before standing up and flushing the toilet, cleaning my face in the sink, and wiping my mouth and hands before leaving the toilet to see Kurt pacing there, “Whatcha pacing for?” I asked getting his attention, “Shouldn’t you be back in the choir room?”

“I ran out, following you when you dashed out. Well, actually Mr Schuester told me to follow you to make sure you were alright, you know with us being ‘friends’ and all,” he spoke.

“Thank you, Kurt. I-I wanna go home, I just feel really sick.”

Kurt helped me walk back to the choir room, letting me wait outside as he walked back in, asking my father something before walking back out, “Told your father. He said it’s okay for me to take you home, but first, we’re going to the doctor’s, I was to know what’s wrong with you.”

“Kurt, you don’t have to take me to the doctor. If I’m still not feeling well in the morning, I’m sure my father will make an appointment for me.”

“I’m going to look after you, (Y/n).”

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“Is this your boyfriend?” the nurse asked, pointing to Kurt, who was standing next to me in the examination room.  I rolled my eyes, “Is that your business? I don’t believe so, just tell me what’s wrong with me.”

The nurse’s answer completely shocked me…

“I-I’m pregnant?”

The nurse nodded and Kurt ended up taking me home, me hyperventilating the whole time, questions circling my brain, “How am I going to tell my father? What am I going to tell him? What will the school think? Are you going to stop being friends with me?” These were only 4 of the thousands of questions in my head that I actually voiced to Kurt as we walked back.

“Firstly, I’ll be there when you tell him, he’s probably going to ask why we weren’t home when he got back, then we’ll tell him, as for the school, I don’t know, and no, I’m not going to stop being friends with you.”

I smiled, “Thanks Kurt… and here we are.” I opened the front door, trying not to be heard, however, that didn’t go as planned, “(Y/n)! There you are. Where did you go? Why weren’t you home when I got back?”

I bit my lip and looked away, not wanting to face him, as I felt Kurt’s hand on my shoulder, “I took her to the doctor, Mr Schuester. She threw up in the toilet and said she wasn’t feeling well, which is why I asked if I could take her home. I am sorry I took her without telling you, but I thought we’d be back before you.”

“I appreciate you looking after my daughter, Kurt, thank you. Now what did the doctor say, (Y/n)?” I dug my head into Kurt’s chest and shook my head, showing I didn’t want to talk about it, “No. Don’t want to admit it.”

“(Y/n), I’m not going to be mad, I promise, whatever is wrong with you, I’ll look after you until you get better.”

I leaned up to Kurt’s ear and whispered that I wanted him to tell my father. I got a shoulder squeeze in return and I felt Kurt nodding, “Mr Schuester, (Y/n) is pregnant.”

When silence was the only answer I lifted my head from Kurt’s shoulder, scared and nervous of my father’s response as I looked towards him.

“How? (Y/n), I thought you were lesbian… That’s what you told me.”

“I know, Dad, and I thought I was too, but after we went to Breadstix and were watching movies, I just felt something and yeah… I looked towards Kurt, burying my head in his chest again as he wrapped his arms around me, “P-please don’t kick me out.”

“(Y/n), come here please.”

I gulped and reluctantly broke away from Kurt, walking towards my father, who embraced me in a hug, “I’m not going to kick me out, I’m just surprised. I would never kick you out.”

I smiled and returned the hug, “T-thank you.”

----------------------- A MONTH LATER

I was walking down the corridor going to the Choir Room, when I walked past some of the Cheerios, who were gossipping, “Did you hear, (Y/n) is pregnant.”

“Really? Who’s the father?”

“I don’t know, surprising though, isn’t she like a lesbian?”

“I heard it’s that gay kid. I saw them going home together a few weeks ago.”

I shook my head and kept walking, only to be pushed against a locker again, “Watch where you’re going, freak!”

I blinked back the tears and all but ran to the Choir Room, thankful that Kurt was already there. I sat down next to him and he wrapped his arm around me, “What happened?”

“Well, the Cheerios know I’m pregnant, I heard them questioning it and about who was the father and stuff. Then I got pushed against my locker.”

“You need to tell Mr Schuester, (Y/n), if-”

“Need to tell me what?”

I shot up and froze, “Nothing! It’s nothing, I promise.”

However, he could tell I was lying, “(Y/n), Kurt can I speak to you two in my office please?” I sighed and stood up, Kurt following as we walked over to the small office, adjacent to the Choir Room.

“What is it you need to tell me, (Y/n)?”

“I said it’s-”

“(Y/n) is being bullied Mr Schue, I’d hazard that the whole school probably knows she’s pregnant by now if the Cheerios and football team do.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to worry you. I can handle it.”

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“Did you hear? The gay kid impregnated the lesbian one.”

I sighed and walked away from the two football players and walked down the corridor until I felt a hand on my shoulder shove me into a locker, scratching my back on the handle.

“Are you actually lesbian? Or did you just say that to get attention?”

“Why would I want this kind of attention? I came to this school to make friends after being bullied at my old one! Turns out it’s not safe anywhere!”

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From about the fourth month of my pregnancy, Kurt stayed every weekend to help look after me to give my dad a break.

“Can I get you anything, (Y/n)?”

“A new school where I won’t be bullied for my sexuality?” I asked, tears starting to stream down my face, “Some more friends? Actually…. Speaking of which, what are we, Kurt?”

“I believe I know the term,” he spoke, walking over and sitting next to me on the bed, kissing me, “Bisexual.” I giggled and returned the kiss, “What do you think we should name the little one? And before you ask, no, we’re not calling them Kurt Jr.”

“How did you know I was going to suggest that? Anyway, I took the liberty of noting down a few names,” he walked over to his bag and took out a piece of paper, “on here.” I gigged and took it from him, unfolding it to see an A4 sheet of paper, one side completely covered in girls’ names, the other in boys' names. I let out a chuckle, “Wow… that’s a lot of suggestions.”

“Can never be too prepared, (Y/n).”

I started to read through the names, “Can you pass me a pen please?” Kurt smiled, pecking my forehead before standing up and grabbing a pen, handing it to me. As I read through the names, I put a circle around the ones I liked, before handing it back to him, “I’ve circled the ones I like. Do you want to know the gender beforehand or wait until they’re born?”

“I’d like to know, but if you want to wait, I’m happy to wait.”

I smiled, “I want to know too.”

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Five months later, Gabriella Haille Amelia Hummel, was born. I had given her Kurt’s surname, something he was happy about he was ecstatic when he was allowed to hold her.

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So this is what happens when I am sleep deprived…. It’s 3731 words long…. Help