John Laurens Oneshot - Laf The Matchmaker

Lafayette Oneshot - Because Fuck You, That's Why!

Requested?: No

Prompt: 6."I-I'm pregnant." 7. "I'll be here for you, through the dark." 11. "You gotta stop doing that." "Doing what?" "Saying things that make me want to kiss you!"

Type of oneshot: Angst/Fluff

Timing: Modern AU

Reader's Relations: John’s Sister

Warnings: None If any of this is triggering, please let me know and I’ll warn for it next time!

Other notes: You live with John

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I sobbed as I hid myself under the covers, forgetting that I hadn’t locked the door to my room.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n), what happened?”

“Hmm.”

“What exactly does ‘Hmm’ mean?” John asked, pulling the covers back so he could see my tear-stained face.

“It means ‘None of your fucking business’. Leave me alone, please,” I muttered, sending him the middle finger.

“(Y/n), I’m your brother. I am not leaving this room until you tell me.”

“I-I’m pregnant,” I spoke in an almost whisper, hoping he hadn’t heard, but when I felt a hand on my shoulder, I knew he had, “I’ll be here for you. Through the dark.”

I smiled slightly and dried my eyes, “T-thank you.”

“Do you know who the father is?”

I shook my head, “All I know is it’s some French guy.”

“Okay. That’s fine with me. I won’t judge you, (Y/n). Anything I can get you?” John asked, his normal cinnamon roll self returning after being concerned about me. I just shook my head, “Not right now, but thank you.”

--------------------------------JOHN’S POV

“What’s got you so worked up?”

“Nothing,” I replied, looking at my phone for the thousandth time that minute, my leg jittering uncontrollably. 

“Something’s wrong. John, we’re your friends, we can tell when you’re bothered by something.”

“Okay fine. I’m worried about (Y/n). She went out this morning and said she’d text me when she was nearly home. I still have not received that text, and I can’t help but think that something has happened,” I answered, wracking my hands through my hair.

“Oh.”

“Really? That’s all you say?”

Before anything else could be said, there was the sound of a door opening and some muttering. Then I heard a familiar voice, “Uncle John! Look what Mumm-” the young girl cut herself off before dashing out the same way she’d come.

YOUR POV

“Mummy! Why didn’t you tell me Uncle John had people over!”

“Huh? What are you talking about, Sweetie?” I asked, bending down to Marié’s level, and wiping the tears from her eyes.

“There’s people sitting in the living room with Uncle John and I don’t know who they are, or that they would be here!”

“It’s okay, Sweetie. We can ask your Uncle about it,” I replied, picking her up and walking into the living room, “John?”

“(Y/n)! I’m so glad you’re alright! Why didn’t you text me?!”

“Phone died,” I replied. I’ll put it on charge when I go upstairs. Sorry.”

“Mon ami, are you going to introduce us to this belle famme here or are we going to have to make assumptions?”

“Oh sorry. This is (Y/n). My little sister. (Y/n), Meet my friends; Alexander, but we all just call him Alex,” John spoke, pointing to a relatively short guy with dark brown hair pulled back into a low ponytail, “Hercules,” a taller male with a bandana wrapped around his head, and “And Lafayette. His name is too long, so we all just call hi-” John stopped talking when I let out a small gasp and turned around, running out of the room and up to my bedroom, letting myself slide down the door once inside and muttering to myself.

JOHN’S POV

“Do you have something to say, Laf?”

“Whatever do you mean, Mon ami? I’ve never seen her before.”

“Then why’d she run off the minute she made eye contact with you?” I asked, turning to him, raising an eyebrow, “She knows you.”

I could tell he was trying to wrack his brain, when I felt an arm wrap around my legs, “Uppy!” I bent down and picked Marié up. As the five-year-old started to play with my hair, I continued to stare Laf down. Then it clicked, “Laf, don’t tell me… You don’t happen to be Marié’s father, do you?”

“Mon ami, that is an absurd thought. I told you already I have never met ta souer before. How could that even happen?”

I sighed and sat down on the sofa again, Marié now happily sitting in my lap, “Laf, like how you can tell when something is worrying me, I can tell when you’re lying. (Y/n) knows you.”

Before he could reply, my phone pinged. I picked it up and looked at the message to see it was from (Y/n): “Can you ask Lafayette to come upstairs? He deserves to know…”

“Laf, my sister wants to talk to you. You ‘deserve to know’ something.”

YOUR POV

By the time I sent John a message, I was sitting on my bed, wracking my hands through my hair That’s when I heard a knock on the door, “Excuse moi, may I come in?”

“Yes,” I responded, trying to calm myself down.

“(Y/n)... John thought of something downstairs..”

“Yes. You’re Marié’s father. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything to you, but I didn’t know I was pregnant until I got back to America, and by that point, it was too late. “C-Could you ever forgive me?” I muttered, my shoulders wracking with the sobs I was letting out.

“Mon ami,” he replied, bending down in front of me and placing his hands on my shoulders comfortingly, “I should be the one asking for your forgiveness. I am the one who got you pregnant, and I haven’t done anything to help with the result of it.”

“You didn’t know she existed, Laf,” I muttered, reaching up and wiping a tear from his cheek, “You’ve got to stop doing that, you know.”

“Doing what?”

“Doing things that make me want to kiss you,” I answered, my face going bright red.

“Y-you want to kiss moi?”

“Y-yeah. Honestly, when we met in France, I fell in love with you, and the night Marié happened, I wasn’t actually that drunk. I’m sorry if this is creeping you out, I mean, I’m just your friend’s sister now. The past is the past, right?” Instead of a response, Laf just removed a hand from my shoulder and placed it on my cheek, “Mon ami, may I kiss you?”

And… my face was bright red again, “Y-you feel the same?” Again, there was no verbal response, only a nod. I nodded back and leaned in, kissing him, soon finding myself lying down on my bed, Laf hovering over me.

“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!”

I immediately broke off at the sound of my brother’s voice, as I turned to see his face; red with anger, “LAF THAT IS MY SISTER!”

“Et c'est ma petite amie,” Laf replied, causing me to blush for the third time in ten minutes. Due to my French knowledge, I knew he’d just called me his girlfriend.

“Fine. You hurt her, you’re dead, Laf.”

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“Marié, how would you feel about getting a little sibling?” I asked the now eight-year-old as I fiddled with the ring on my left finger. Her face immediately lit up, “Really?!”

I nodded and she squealed, running off happily, probably to tell her friends. I stood up, however, I could feel eyes boring into me from behind, “Why are you asking Marié that specific question, (Y/n)?”

“Because fuck you, that’s why, John. My love life is none of your business.”

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Finally back to writing Hamilton oneshots hehe.

2023 FandomMas Day 3 - Sherlock Holmes

Fandom: BBC Sherlock

Prompt: None

Reader's Relations: Sherlock’s Daughter, you’re like 15 (don’t ask how this is possible, but shhh)

Warnings: This has mentions and depression and self-harm/attempted suicide, please read at your own descrecion!

Other Notes: I had a different idea for this oneshot but wanted to write it for Christmas so it stemmed to this. I do have a kind of similar idea for a romance one for Sherlock with a similar plot, but i might write that after FandomMas is completed. This is set just after Sherlock’s ‘resurrection’ in S3. This is a platonic oneshot, if you couldn’t tell by the reader’s relations. Also, Mary isn’t in this. Sorry, but it’s for the oneshot, also set as if Sherlock returned close-ish to Christmas, idk when exactly it actually is, but changed for the oneshot.

-----------------------JOHN’S POV

“Two years…… Sherlock, two years. You let me believe you were dead for TWO YEARS!”

“I know, but I’m here now. Listen, John before-”

“No. Tell me why. Why did you fake your death? I don’t care how you did it, tell me why! Not only that but did you even think about (Y/n)?! I’ll bet you don’t even know where she is at the moment do you?!”

And for once, Sherlock Holmes was surprised, “W-what? Where is she? John, tell me where she is?!”

“How did you not realise?!” I shouted, “You manage to deduce everything about everyone, but you can’t tell when your own daughter has a mental health problem!” I continued, turning around not even wanting to talk to him anymore. 3… 2… 1… and I felt a hand grasp my wrist, “Wait. John, what are you talking about?”

“For goodness sake, Sherlock. (Y/n) has, or well it might be ‘had’ by now, depression. I’m not sure how long for, but a few days after you ‘died’ I found her sitting in the kitchen with a knife lying beside her and she wasn’t breathing. Once she was in the hospital and she wasn’t losing any more blood from the cuts, I noticed several more on her arms. You ‘dying’ was what must have tipped her over the edge. Do you know how much she cares about you, Sherlock? You’re her world and now, because you were more focused on Moriarty, you might have lost her! She’s been in the hospital since that day in a coma and honestly, the doctors aren’t sure whether she’s going to wake up.”

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

“Sherlock, talking to her isn’t going to magically make her wake up! Just stop it. You lost your chance!”

I felt my senses coming back, hearing voices as I slowly tried to open my eyes, before closing them again, the hospital lights being too bright for me.

“(Y/n), I’m so sorry I didn’t realise. Please, if you can hear me give me some form of sign.”

“D-dad?” I whispered out, my voice hoarse after two years of not being used.

“(Y/n)?! You’re alive.”

I slowly opened my eyes again, getting used to the light, “I-I thought you were dead…” I muttered, adjusting my eyes to see the curly hair belonging to my father.

“I’m so sorry about that, (Y/n). I know I should have said something, I had to stop Moriarty.”

“I know, I’m just glad you’re alive,” I smiled, “Is anyone else here?”

“Yes, John’s here. Why?”

“Oh. Uhh, Doctor Watson, what day is it?”

I noticed him take his phone out for a minute before putting it away again, “It’s Christmas Day, (Y/n), why?”

I just smiled, “Well I guess this could be called a Christmas Miracle. To be honest, this wasn’t how I expected to be spending Christmas; in the hospital with a blood monitor attached to me, but, now I see this, I’m just glad you’re alive, Dad. There was something I was going to give you two years ago, but…”

“Mrs Hudson and the others are on their way, they’re bringing a few things as well, (Y/n).”

Sometime later, there was a knock on the door. After being allowed entry, the door opened to reveal a nurse, “Sorry to interrupt during visiting, but a few people want to come in. What should I say?”

“Let them in please,” I spoke up trying to make sure I was heard.

“Oh, you’ve woken up. Are you sure?”

I nodded again, “Yes. let them in please.”

The nurse nodded and a few minutes later three people entered the room, three people I knew very well; Mrs Hudson, Molly and Detective Inspector Lestrade. All three of them smiled at me when they saw I was awake, and it was only once they were in the room properly, that I noticed they were carrying a bag each. Me, still being a child at heart was curious about the contents of them but I knew that if I was meant to be told I would be.

“Good to see you’re awake, (Y/n),” Mrs Hudson spoke walking over, carrying the bag she was holding, “I believe this is what you were wanting. You hid it well, you know.”

“Well, I had to be careful. If had even been remotely obvious, it would have been found within 30 seconds,” I replied, motioning to my father as I took the wrapped box from the landlady. A smile returned to my face as I turned to face my father, “I was going to give this to you as a birthday present two years ago, but… well, let’s not go into that.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about your depression, (Y/n)?”

I gulped, sending a glare towards Doctor Watson, knowing he was the one that had told my father as I sighed, “I didn’t want to worry you, anyway, stop changing the subject, here,” I spoke, handing him the box, placing my hands back in my lap, waiting for him to unwrap it.

“What is it?”

“You’ll find out if you unwrap it, Dad,” I giggled, knowing that due to the way I’d wrapped it two years ago, he was unable to deduce exactly what it was. He just gave me a small glare before unwrapping it, giving me a deadpanned look when the wrapping paper just revealed the box, “A box?”

“What is inside is your gift, Dad. Geez, I thought you were supposed to be a genius.” He eventually opened the box and his eyes widened as he pulled out the new violin, looking at me, “How did you?”

“You know the money that I’d earned from the babysitting? That’s where it all went. That’s why it took me so long to buy you a new one.”

And for once, he smiled, “Thank you.”

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I’m not too happy with this but I have no idea how to continue it so I’m just going to leave it here….Day 3 done!

Kinktober 2024!

Scent // Dirty Talk

Oral Fixation // Feet

Honeymoon // Shibari

Aphrodisiac // Breeding

Foreplay Only // Knifeplay

Birthday Sex // Threesome

Against A Wall // Pegging

Striptease // BDSM

Pillow Fight // Praise Kink

No Hands // Temperature Play

Multiple Orgasms // Hair Pulling

Clothes On // Facefucking

Makeup Sex // Mirror Sex

Hotel // Aftercare

Break

Quickie // Oral Sex/69

Sex on the Beach // Masturbation

Can't Sleep // Sex Toys

First Time // Tattoos

Sexting // Double Penetration

Temptation // Roleplay

Wet Dream // Spanking

To The Music // Tights/Stockings

Morning Sex // Body Worship

Black Tie Affair // Food Play

Interrupted // Thigh Riding

Bare // Public Sex

Photoshoot // Leather/Latex

Dirty Little Secret // Love Bites

Lace // Restraints

Scars // Monsterfucking

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Marshall Oneshot - Battle of the Klutzes

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Reader's Relations: None

Reader's Age: Not Applicable

Warnings: None

Other notes: For the purpose of this oneshot, you're also a dalmatian. This will also probably include my oc Maddie too.... Hehe

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I let out a yawn lying on the sand of the beach in Adventure Bay, as I closed my eyes to go to sleep. However, the peace was short lived.

"Woah! I got it! I got it! I don't got it!"

And.. I was knocked over, another dalmatian on top of me. Said pup looked down, "I'm sorry! I guess I'm just a bit clumsy."

I giggled, "It's fine, I'm clumsy too sometimes so don't worry about it," I responded, "But would you mind getting off of me?" He blinked, "Oh yeah, sorry about that, again," before getting off of me. I stood up and shook myself of the sand that had got all over my body and turned around, grabbing the flying disc in my mouth, turning around. I placed it back down on the ground, and used my paw to keep it up, "Here, looking for this?"

"Oh yeah, thanks. I'm Marshall by the way."

I smiled, "I'm.. Actually, my name doesn't really matter. Nice to meet you, now if you'll excuse me, I believe I hear my name being called..." I chuckled awkwardly and turned around running off.

MARSHALL'S POV

"Marshall? Did you find the frisbee?"

I shook my head to snap out of my daze and turned round to face Skye, "Yeah I got it..." She smiled and the two of us walked back to the group, continuing the game. However, throughout the rest of the time that we were there, I couldn't get my mind off that other dalmatian that I saw. She was beautiful and-

"Marshall! Look out!"

*Smack*

And I fell over on my back, the frisbee in my face. It was soon taken away and I saw the rest of the pups as well as Ryder standing over me, Maddie with the frisbee in her mouth.

"You okay, Marshall? You took quite the hit there."

"Yeah, I'm fine. I guess I just got distracted..." I responded, standing up.

"Ooh.. Distracted by what?" Maddie asked, the frisbee now lying in the sand.

"Oh I know! It was that other dalmatian pup you saw earlier wasn't it?! Marshall's in love!" Skye shouted out, doing a little flip afterwards. My eyes widened and I started walking backwards to avoid the situation, but ultimately, I tripped over my own feet again, and I ended up with my face in the sand, "It's not like that! I don't even know her name!"

"Marshall, my dear friend," Maddie started, helping me back up, "You don't need to know someone's name to fall in love with them. Ever heard of 'Love At First Sight'?"

"Maddie, there's no such thing as 'Love At First Sight'."

"Oh quiet, a pup can dream can't she? So why don't you know her name, Marshall?"

"Well, for a starter, she just gave me the frisbee back then dashed off, saying that she heard her name being called, even though I'd heard nothing."

"Hmm, she could be a stray. Maybe having been abandoned or something? She just might not have told you her name because she didn't have one? Marshall did you happen to tell her your name?"

I turned to Ryder and nodded, "Yeah I did, when I said thanks for giving the frisbee back, but her response was a bit odd. She started off like she was going to tell me her name then just said 'Actually, my name doesn't really matter.' So you might be right."

It was then that Ryder's pup-pad started ringing and he picked up, "Oh hello, Katie. Need something?"

"Ryder! Mayor Humdinger has got a dalmatian in a net and he's flying through the air on his kitty carrier!"

"Don't worry Katie, no mayor is too high, no pup is too small! Paw Patrol to the lookout!"

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"Paw Patrol ready for action, Ryder, sir!"

"thanks for hurrying pups, Mayor Humdinger has got a dalmatian trapped in a net and he's flying on his kitty carrier, with the net hanging underneath. So for this mission, I'll need Rocky. I'll need you to cut the rope that's holding the net to the Kitty Carrier."

"Um.. Ryder, how am I going to get up there?"

"That's where I'll need, Skye! I need you to use your harness to lift Rocky up to the Kitty Carrier so he can cut the rope."

"This pup's gotta fly!"

"Green means go!"

"But Ryder, won't that just make the pup fall?"

"That's why Chase... I need you to have your net ready to catch the pup when Rocky's cut the rope."

"Chase is on the case!"

"Paw Patrol is on a roll!"

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

"Let me go!" I growled, trying to scratch the rope to escape.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you... You're going to fall if you get out. Kitties, distract our visitor."

At that point I just gave up. That was until I heard the sound of a helicopter, with a small pup driving it.

"*Bark*! Screwdriver!" A screwdriver came out of the little pack on the pup's pack and was used to cut the rope.

"Wait, what are you doing?! I'm going to fall!" I squeaked out in surprise when I realised that.

"It won't hurt or anything, if you look down, Chase is ready with his net to catch you once I've cut the rope."

"Okay... I'll trust you."

"Good, cause you really don't have much of a choice right now... unless you want to go to Foggy Bottom with Mayor Humdinger."

"Hmph... it doesn't really matter. Not like I have anywhere else to go."

"Well... get ready to fall... cause, cut!"

And I started falling. When I got closer to the ground, I saw a net appear under me and I hit it, but still bounced into the air again, away from where the net was. I closed my eyes, knowing I was going to hit the ground, but didn't, instead feeling something warm, and a voice, "It's okay, you can open your eyes, little one." I opened my eyes slowly and noticed I was in the arms of a young boy with brown hair.

"Thank you."

"No problem! Whenever you're in trouble just yelp for help!"

I smiled and jumped out of his arms, running around on the ground thankful to be out of that net.

"We better take you back to the lookout to get Maddie to give you a check-up."

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"And, you're all good, nothing wrong."

I smiled, "Thank you, I should probably get going now though... Don't want my owner to wo-"

"You're not going anywhere, young lady. Ryder told me not to let you out of my sights."

I sighed, "Fine," and lay back down on the ground, "Then want to tell me who everyone is? So I can at least know names."

"Sure, I'm Maddie then..." she continued to to tell me everyone's names and we continued to talk for a while.

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"And Skye wins! The next pair is (Y/n) and Marshall," Mayor Goodway spoke. The whole town was in front of Town Hall, for a Pup Pup Boogie tournament, for some reason...

My head shot up, "W-what?! No! I am not doing this! I forfeit!"

"Aww, come on (Y/n)! It's fun, plus, if you don't join in, who's Marshall going to go against? There's ten (This is cause Everest and Tracker are there too) of us, so if you back out, we've only got nine... come on!" Skye responded, coming up to me, "Come on! Pup Pup Boogie is the best!"

I growled and turned around, "And I'm not taking part in this tournament. I already said that! I'd much rather watch."

"But why?"

"Because I know I'll just mess up, in front of the whole town and then I'll get laughed at! I am literally the clumsiest pup in the world! There is no way this isn't going to be any different!"

"(Y/n), Skye's right, it doesn't matter how well you do, it's just about having fun, right?"

I sighed, "I supposed.... Alright, I'll have a go."

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How am I winning?! However, I didn't have long to think about this as I felt a pressure on the side of my face and I scrambled back out of confusion to see Marshall, a smile in his face. I growled and ran off, not bothering to turn back when I heard my name being called, "(Y/n)! WAIT!"

After some time, I heard rustling behind me, "(Y/n)? What's up?"

"Oh, hey Skye. I was just thinking."

"You ran off, why?"

"Did you tell him?" I asked, hostility in my voice.

"Tell who what?" she retorted, sitting down next to me, causing me to sigh, "Did you tell Marshall I had a crush on him? Cause I remember telling you not to tell anyone when you worked it out!"

Her face went metaphorically pale, "Well... technically I didn't tell him, Maddie got it out of me, and I guess she was the one that told him, but you know how she's all into fantasy and stuff, and 'Love At First Sight'..."

"I was just asking cause Marshall was just playing with my feelings there. He nuzzled my face to distract me and then smiled, before going back to playing. That smile told me that. There's no way he'd feel the sam-"

"(Y/n)! There you are!" 

I turned around to see Marshall there, a big pup treat in his mouth. He walked up to us and Skye stood up, Marshall taking her place, placing the pup treat in front of me, as if he was taunting me. I rolled my eyes, "What is it?"

"I brought it for you!"

"Really? But how did you get a hold of it? There's no way you managed to beat Skye. Not saying anything about your skills at Pup Pup Boogie, but Skye's like a professional at that game."

Marshall just smiled, "Oh yeah... Skye forfeited, and so did the rest of the pups, so you and me were the only two left in the competition, and we tied, so we get to share the prize."

I returned his smile, "Really? But like I ran off before even finishing, wouldn't that be taken as a forfeit? Meaning you won?"

He just scratched behind his ear, "Well... Okay maybe I did beat you by a bit, but I want to share the prize with you," he paused bit into the pup treat, breaking it in half, pushing the other half towards me, before finishing his half, "Take it."

I looked at him with admiration and love in my eyes and took the pup treat from the ground, eating it, before leaning up and pressing my nose to the side of Marshall's face, "Thank you."

"I-it's my pleasure, (Y/n). You know I-"

I rolled my eyes and giggled, "Marshall, stop with the attempted sappy confession and just ask me to be your girlfriend."

He blinked, his face going pink (if that's even possible), and he spluttered out, "H-how did you know I was going to confess?"

"Maddie told me you had a crush on me."

"Oh... well, you want to be my girlfriend?"

I nodded, nuzzling his face, before pressing my nose to his, "Yes."

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Two pups down, if anyone has any ideas for the others please tell me..... I wanna write more Paw Patrol oneshots.... Idc if you guys think it's childish, I wanna write for em, and it's my book so I can do what I want with it.

Hi, I love your one shots! Can you possibly do a one shot where the reader is sebastian smythes little sister and she becomes really close to Klaine (maybe gets w one of the people in glee, regardless of gender, little Smythe is bi in my head hehe). I would love to see sassy sebs reaction to all of this Thank you!

Sorry I haven't done this yet, I kept forgetting honestly sorry. But I'll try do it asap.

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.

—--------------------END OF ONESHOT

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

Ace Attorney Secret Santa 2022!

Heya!! So my bestie is hosting an Ace Attorney secret Santa on instagram! If you’re an artist, editor, fanfic writer or enjoy making AA related content, please check out the post! 

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-To join, simply comment on the post with your 2 favourite Ace Attorney characters and/or ships 

-Deadline to join is on the 30th of November! Further details on the post 

I’ll be helping them host so let either of us know if you have any questions!

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