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Lee Oneshot - "Get Away From My Sister!"

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: ig fluff?

Timing: Modern AU

Reader's Relations: John’s Sister (who is also best friends with the Schuylers)

Warnings: None? (John being a very protective older brother)

Other notes: This includes Elams shipping (because I ship it. Don’t judge me)

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“So…. have you got a date to prom yet, (Y/n)?”

I shook my head, trying to ignore my face turning red, “I already told you several times, Peggy; No. I don’t, and I don’t think anyone will ask me. No one is going to when John’s staring over my shoulder at the guy.” I lied, knowing that none of my friends, and especially John, would disapprove of who I’d said I was going with… The truth was that I’d been dating Charles Lee for the past few months behind my brother’s back, knowing that the two of them didn’t get along, well that was an understatement, John hated Charles after he’d said something rude to Mr Washington’s face, but in my opinion, he was just a little bean who needed love. Before any of the three sisters could reply, my phone pinged. I pulled it out of my pocket and looked to see a message from John, causing me to roll my eyes, ‘You got a date yet?’

I just scoffed and looked up to where John and his friends were sitting at a table on the other side of the lunch hall, seeing him smiling at me. I rolled my eyes again and returned to my phone, ‘Yes. At least I’m doing better than you. Tell Alex now, or I’ll do it for you.’

I could see the colour draining from his face as I stood up on the table (It was attached to the floor, the reader is perfectly safe up on it), “HEY ALEX!”

At that point, I now have everyone’s eyes on me and I smirked, “JOHN’S GOT A MASSIVE CRUSH ON YOU!” I jumped off the table after taking a quick look at both boys’ bright red faces, and grabbed my phone, dashing out of the lunch hall, knowing I was going to get an earful when we got home. I ran down the hall, wanting to get to my next class, knowing the teacher would let me sit in the classroom, as long as I was quiet, which I normally was. However, I bumped into someone, “Hey, watch where- Hi, (Y/n).”

“Hi, Charles,” I replied, pecking his lips before pulling him along with me to our English classroom and knocking on the door. Once I was allowed entry, I opened the door and pulled Charles in with me.

“Hello, (Y/n). I take it you want to spend the rest of your lunch in here?”

I nodded, “Yeah. I hope that’s okay. I just don’t want to face my brother right now.”

“Fair enough. I won’t impose and ask why, as long as you two are quiet.”

I nodded and sat down in my normal seat, pulling Charles next to me, “Sorry for randomly dragging you off, I just didn’t want John to find us. I may or may not have done something stupid in the lunch hall… I jumped up on the table and shouted to everyone in there that John had a crush on Alex. I’m just sick of him pining after the gremlin, just get on with it and confess already… Oh shit, I probably made Eliza uncomfortable too. I mean, she’s dating Alex, how’s she goin to feel? I’m such a shit sister…” I muttered quietly enough so that our teacher couldn’t hear me swearing.

“You’re not, (Y/n). Hamilton should know the truth. Then he can decide what to do, better than you having to put up with your brother sulking for the rest of his life because he couldn’t get the courage to confess.”

“You’re right, Charles.”

MEANWHILE - JOHN’S POV (Just after you ran out)

I sat there, my face bright red as I tried to avoid eye contact with Alex. Knowing he wouldn’t want to be friends with me anymore…

“Look, Alex, I’m sorry. (Y/n) doesn’t know what she’s talking about. I promise you I don’t have any romantic interest in you. Sorry if what she said made you uncomfortable. I-”

“John, don’t lie to me. I’ve known for ages. I was just waiting for you to say something yourself.”

“WHAT?! I-I… I should go,” I muttered the last statement, standing up and going to walk out of the lunch hall, until I felt a hand grab my wrist, “Where are you going?”

“Away from you, Alexander, please let me go,” I muttered, trying not to show my friends I was crying, and pulled my arm from his grasp and ran out, not caring about the stares I was getting.

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“John? There you are.”

“Just leave me alone. I deserve it.”

That’s when I saw a familiar blue dress enter my small field of vision, and I froze up, “ELIZA! Shit, I’m so sorry! Please don’t hate me. I know you and Alex are dating, that’s why I kept it to myself. Honestly, I’m trying to get over it. I-” She shut me up with a kiss and I froze, incredibly confused, “D-did you- Just… I-What?!”

“Alex and I have been talking, John, and well, Alex admitted he’s bisexual, and that he’s in love with you too, and the truth is, I am too.”

“WHAT?!”

Eliza just giggled, sitting down on th bench next to me, “It’s true, John. Now, I think you should go and find your sister and thank her before she starts avoiding you because she thinks you hate her.

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“You look amazing, (Y/n). Makes me not want to share you.”

“Thanks for the compliment, Charles. Don’t worry, I’m only yours.”

That made his face turn red and he turned his attention to the drink in his hand, bringing it up to his mouth in an attempt to cover the blush, causing me to giggle, “You’re adorable, Charles.”

He smiled at me and placed a hand on my cheek, leaning down and pecking me on the lips.

JOHN’S POV

“John… mon ami, you might want to look at this…”

“What is it, Laf? I’m trying to fin-What the Hell is he doing to her?!” I replied, interrupting myself the minute I saw Lee making (Y/n) laugh. He placed a hand on her cheek and leaned down, kissing her, making my blood boil, “What the HELL is he doing, and why isn’t she stopping him?! Laf, hold me back before I fuck his face up!”

“Mon ami, stop. You cannot control the power of love.”

“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?”

“Well… mon ami, don’t hate me for being the one to tell you this, but they’ve been dating for the past six months.”

“Why didn’t she tell me?!”

“Probably cause of your reaction, John,” Alex piped in, wrapping his arms around my neck from behind and kissing my cheek, “(Y/n) looks up to you like you’re a god. She puts her relationship with you above everything else, she wouldn’t want you to never talk to her again because of who her boyfriend is.”

“How are you always right, Alex?”

“I do not know, John. But you might want to let her know before she runs off and secretly gets married to him or something.”

I sighed and nodded, knowing Alex was right and walked over calmly to where (Y/n) was standing with Lee.

YOUR POV

“Oh shit, Charles, you might want to run…” I muttered, seeing John walking over out of the corner of my eye.

“I’ve already seen, (Y/n). No point in trying to run, Lee,” John spoke, causing both me and Charles to gulp and for him to remove his arm from my waist. John continued, “I know we do not get on very well, Lee, however, I was informed that you two have been dating for the past six months and (Y/n), you are my sister, I’d always put your happiness over a petty argument. So for your sake, I will try to get along with Lee.”

I smiled widely and hugged him, “So… you’re not mad about the whole lunch hall situation yesterday?”

“Oh…” was all John said, his face turning bright red, “Well... Thanks to your shtick yesterday, I now have a wonderful boyfriend and girlfriend. Thank you, (Y/n).”

“What are little sisters for? I wouldn’t have done what I did if I knew the two of them didn’t like you back,” I replied, hugging him, Now go and have fun with your partners!”

John nodded and walked back over to where Alex and Eliza were, Laf being off dancing with Angelica, and Peggy with Hercules, leaving me with Charles. Not that I was complaining, “I love you.”

“I love you too, (Y/n). Glad your brother didn’t murder me.”

I just giggled and kissed him, “So am I, Charlie, so am I.”

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Hehe. Another one. I love Lee so much. And Seabury… I NEED MORE ONESHOTS OF THEM. IF ANYONE KNOWS ANY GOOD LEE OR SEABURY X READER ONESHOTS PLEASE SEND THEM TO ME IN THE COMMENTS.

Bruno Oneshot - You Can Always Find Help in Friends and Family

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff? (idk what to call this)

Reader's Relations: None/Best friends with Agustin (Cause he’s Bean)

Warnings: Mentions of death

Other notes: This randomly came to me after rereading the backstory for Gabriella (one of my Encanto OCs), just to say you own a flower shop… This takes place a few months after Isabela gets her gift (therefore all other character ages are adjusted accordingly)

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I sighed looking down at the many bunches of flowers that were starting the shrivel up in the shop, feeling my stomach starting to rumble a bit as I hadn’t eaten anything apart from one slice of bread, and it now being around 3 in the afternoon. It had been difficult for me, my father had died before I was born and my mum had died when I was 18. Since then I’d run my mother’s flower shop, selling flowers to the townsfolk. This is what actually led me to meet the person who would become my best friend. Agustin would come to the shop at least once a week to buy flowers and I soon learned he was smitten with Julieta and was trying to impress her by constantly giving her flowers. To start with, I thought it was adorable that he was so in love that he’d buy flowers every week for her, but then it started to become more frequent and eventually, I just started giving them to him for free knowing they were going to a good cause.

It was a few months after Isabela got her gift that I noticed that the flower shop was losing business. I knew why, obviously, it was because of her gift as she could make flowers appear of out thin air, and she was doing it for free. Due to this, I started to not be able to make enough money to feed myself or take care of myself properly. I knew no one would miss me if I did end up dying from starvation or something.

I had been busy watering the flowers in the shop, just on the off chance that someone would come in when I slipped on a wet patch on the floor, “Mierda,” I muttered to myself standing up, only to fall back down again from the water in the floor. I growled and started to crawl over to where it was, soon wincing in pain at my ankle. I let out an exasperated sigh and pulled myself up by leaning on the counter, putting my weight on it as I grabbed an icepack I had just in case of emergency.

“(Y/n), hello!”

I quickly hid the ice pack under the counter and stood up, leaning my weight on the top so Agustin wouldn’t be able to tell anything was wrong, “Hey, friend! Let me guess the normal?” He nodded, a blush overtaking his cheeks, “Yeah.” I smiled and placed weight on my foot to see how it would hold up, and I was unable to hold back the wince and sharp intake of breath.

“You’re hurt. (Y/n) what happened?”

“I’m fine, just tweaked my ankle a bit when I had a fall. It’s nothing serious.”

“You’re wincing in pain. Trust me if anyone knows anything about pain, its me.”

“Yeah, I know, Mr Accident Prone. I’ll be f-PUT ME DOWN!” I interrupted myself when Agustin picked me up and put me over his shoulder, “No, you need help. I’m taking you back to Julieta so you can get your ankle healed, then I’ll come back with you for the flowers.”

I growled and continued to hit him in the back as he walked towards the Madrigal’s house, “You puta! I'm fine, I do not need medical attention! Put me down! I am fine! I told you it’s just a tweak, I can walk it off!”

Despite my protests, I ended up in the kitchen of the Madrigal’s house, my leg propped up on another chair as I sat down, Julieta making a batch of arepas.

“How did you manage to break your ankle, (Y/n)?” she asked, wiping her hands on her apron.

“I did not ‘break’ it. I just tweaked it. Could have just walked it off!” I grumbled, “I tripped over a patch of water I didn’t realise was on the floor in the shop.”

“Oh, well here you go, eat up and you’ll be back to yourself,” Julieta replied, shoving one of the now-cooked arepas into my hand. I reluctantly took a bite and felt the pain go away. I stood up and thanked her before walking to the kitchen door, but I felt her grab my wrist and gasp, “(Y/n), have you lost weight?”

I rolled my eyes, “I don’t see why that’s any of your concern. Now let me go, I have flowers that need watering.”

“Are you eating enough? You know you can talk to me about anything.”

I pulled my arm from her grasp and continued towards the door, when Castia trapped me in the kitchen, “Stupid house,” I muttered to myself, sitting back down, knowing there was no arguing with the magic house, “Fine! To be completely honest, no I’m not. I haven't had a decent meal in months, in fact, haven’t had a decent meal since Isabela got her gift! Since then hardly anyone ever comes to the shop to buy flowers as they can get them for free from her, no one wants to buy flowers.”

“Oh, dear. Eat up, come on you need food, (Y/n),” Julieta responded, placing the remaining arepas in front of me.

“You’re not mad at me for talking bad about Isabela? I mean, she’s your daughter and I’m basically blaming her, a 5-year-old, for my problems!”

“Of course not, it’s not your fault that is what Isabela’s gift is, (Y/n). Now, eat.”

I gave her a small smile and took another arepa, seeing Julieta mutter something to herself. A few minutes later, Bruno walked into the kitchen, “Julieta, Dolores told me you wanted me to come down?”

“Yes. If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like you to look into (Y/n) future. I’m worried about her and the flower shop.”

My eyes widened, “It’s fine, honestly! I’ll be fine, you don’t need to trouble yourself with my personal issues. I mean, they’re called personal issues for a reason.” Before I could say anything else, Bruno had grasped my hands, his eyes glowing green. A few minutes later, he let go and I noticed a slight pink tint to his normally dark skin.

“Bruno? Are you alright?” I asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. He seemed to snap out of a daze and looked me in the eye. I’d got to know him at Julieta and Agustin’s wedding, and since then I’d grown a crush on the youngest triplet.

“Bye,” he spoke, turning around and leaving, but I grabbed him before he could, “If it’s something bad, tell me so I know to prepare myself. Please.” I took a shaky breath and bit my lip as he turned around again, “I-I… Fine, whatIsawwasustogetherandeventuallymarried!” I saw the pink in his cheeks grow and I let out a small giggle, “Wow. That’s not what I was expecting you to say. I was expecting something along the lines of that ‘You’re going to wither away to nothing because your flower shop is going to go out of business’.” I spoke, giving my best impression of Bruno for the last statement, “Not that what you saw isn’t welcome to me,” I continued tucking a hair behind my ear, not noticing that Julieta had left the kitchen, leaving the two of us alone. Bruno’s head shot up, his black curls bouncing, “Really?” I giggled again and nodded, “To be truthful, I’ve had a crush on you for a while.” His eyes widened and his smile increased, “T-that’s like the best news I’ve ever-” he was cut off when he fell over, bumping into me, causing the two of us to end up on the floor of the kitchen.

“(Y/n), c-can I kiss you?” I felt my face heat up and nodded, “You don’t need to ask.” With that said, I leaned down, as I’d landed on top of him, and kissed him.

“Does this mean you’re going to be our Tía now?”

I broke off immediately and stood up looking to the door to see Isabela and Dolores standing there, the latter with a smile on her face, causing me to guess that she was the one that had asked the question. My face went bright red, “We’ll have to see about that, Dolores. Maybe in a few years.” Isabela then walked over and I bent down to her level so she didn’t have to crane her neck to look up at me, “I’m sorry.”

“What for? Isa, you have nothing to be sorry for.”

“It’s m fault you haven’t eaten well. I don’t deserve this gift, your flowers are so pretty! I see the ones Papí brings home for Mamí. They’re so pretty!”

I gave her a smile, deciding to sit down on the floor, “It’s not your fault, Isabela. Listen. You were given your gift because it would help the Encanto. You do so much by giving out flowers and making them grow. The village looks so amazing with the flowers you grow.”

“But it’s made you lose busy-ness!” she squeaked out as a reply, “I have an idea! I can grow flowers and then give them to you to sell!”

I smiled, feeling my heart melt at how much she was willing to do for me, someone who she barely knew, probably only heard of my name, and wasn’t part of her family.” I just gave her a small pat on the head, “Isa, you don’t need to do that. I’ll be fine.”

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“Can you tell us the confession story again? PLEASE?!”

I smiled and gave Glacia and Estrella a kiss on the forehead each, “I’ve told you that story before,” I responded to the two 3-year-olds, “I could always tell you the story of when Camilo managed to get stu-”

“Tía! Please don’t!” I stood up carefully, and turned to the door, to see Camilo there, his face slightly pink, “You said you wouldn’t ever tell that story!”

“Did I? I don’t remember tha-” I cut myself off when I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, “Camilo, help, my water broke.” His eyes widened, knowing what I meant after both Antonio and the twins, and ran over supporting me so I wouldn’t fall over, muttering, presumingly talking to his sister. A few minutes later, Bruno came rushing into the nursery, the rest of the family behind him. 

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Several hours later, I was holding Alieta in my arms, lying on Bruno’s bed, and the rest of the family was allowed back in, the only ones in the room before were Bruno and Julieta. The twins came running in and up to the bed, still arguing about who was going to be a better sister, causing me to giggle, “You two want to meet her?” They immediately stopped squabbling and nodded and Bruno lifted them onto the bed. I smiled as they crawled over and I showed them their now sister, “Say hello to Alieta.”

They both said their hellos and I felt my heart melt. I soon let out a yawn, it now being very late at night and Bruno took Alieta from me, placing her in the small crib that had been set in the room ready. Julieta walked over and offered to put the twins back to bed, something I was very thankful for as the minute I laid back down, I fell asleep.

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Yeah… not too happy with th ending of this one… For info on my ocs, go to my toyhouse: HamiltonAttorney2277 https://toyhou.se/HamiltonAttorney2277/characters/folder:4585111 

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.”

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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

It should 100% be illegal for companies to make you give them your payment information when you sign up for a free trial version of their product. It is not necessary and there is no good fucking reason for them to do it. It’s blatantly just so they can steal forgetful customers’ money.

Can you do a head cannon of chief fire officer Boyce please

I already answered this. I don’t write for him sorry

could you maybe do an ellie/arnold oneshot? from fireman sam

I don’t write ship oneshots, sorry friend. I don’t feel comfortable writing ships…

Cress Oneshot - Smarts of Reader-Chan

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Reader's Relations: Friends with the triplets

Reader's Home Region: Unova (You live in Striaton City btw)

Warnings: None

Other notes: For the purpose of this, you have a Pichu (was gonna be Blitzle cause gen 5, but doesn't work for my idea) and a Tepig as your starter (the rest you can decide on yourself) also cause the anime is dumb, for this oneshot, Panpour knows dig (cause for some stupid reason, Pansear and Pansage know dig, but Panpour doesn't…..grrrrrrr - I ranted to a friend about this for a while)

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"We can do this Tepig."

"Te…" Tepig replied looking up at me. I smiled down, "Don't worry, you don't have to battle Panpour. I have my secret weapon remember?"

"Tepig!"

I took a deep breath and opened the door to the restaurant, which was actually the Striaton Gym. I was immediately knocked over by a flash of red hair, "(Y/n)! I missed you!"

I giggled, "Hello to you too, Chili."

"So… what brings you by today?" he asked, getting off me and allowing me to stand up and Tepig jumped into my arms. I rolled my eyes and looked at Tepig, then looked at Chili, and then back to Tepig... And you get the idea. After two minutes of looking back and forth between Tepig and Chili, the latter continued to give me a blank stare. I just facepalmed, "Are you dense? I'm here for a gym battle."

And that set off a spark in his brain before he smirked, "I see…. And you picked Tepig on purpbecauseause you get to battle Cress… A,ww you love him!"

"SHUT IT! I DO NOT! I just picked Tepig because I wanted Tepig, that's all. If I got to choose, I'd battle you, then maybe I could knock some sense into you!"

"Hey!"

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"Panpour, come help out!" Cress shouted. I took a deep breath and took out a Pokéball from my bag, placing Tepig down beside Cilan, much to the disappointment of the small fire-type Chili was reffing the match.

I stood on the small pedestal for the challenger and threw the Pokéball in the air, "Pichu! I choose you!"

I saw the colour drain from Cress' face but he soon regained composure, calling out for Panpour to use Dig. I just smirked, not giving Pichu a command, which confused everyone that was near the battlefield.

"You do realise you're supposed to dodge, right? Ground-type moves are super effective against electric types!"

I smirked and turned to Cress, "Speak for yourself, look at Panpour." Cress looked to the water-type monkey, who was struggling to move, electrical sparks coming off him, "Pan…"

"Huh?!"

My smirk grew, "Pichu's ability is Static, if an opposing Pokémon makes contact with her then there's a chance that Pichu's opponent will become paralysed." With the silence that followed, I let out a small chuckle, "Pichu time to wrap this up, use Thunderbolt!"

"Pi-Chu!"

A direct hit… even though Cress had tried to get Panpour to dodge, the water monkey was unable to move due to the paralysis.

"Panpour is unable to battle, Pichu is the winner! And that means the victory goes to (Y/n), the challenger!"

I smiled and picked Pichu up, "Well done, girl."

"Pi!" Instead of walking over to Cress, to get the badge, as other challengers had done in battles that I'd watched, I walked back to my bag and took out a Paralyse Heal, then walked up to Cress, "Here, for Panpour."

He gave me a quizzical look, and I rolled my eyes, "It's a Paralyse Heal, it will cure the Paralysis." He gave me a smile and thanked me, taking it and using it on Panpour as well as a potion to heal him.

"Here's your badge, (Y/n). Well done."

I returned the smile and took the badge, placing it carefully in my badge case, "Thank you. You battled well too. If Panpour wasn't a water-type, I probably would have been in a sticky situation because ground-type moves are super effective against electric types. A-anyway I should really get going… My mum said I had to come back the minute the battle was over and tell her all about it so…" I turned around quickly, trying to hide the blush on my face from the close contact with Cress and went to walk off, but I felt a hand grab my wrist, "(Y/n) wait… I-I need to tell you something."

I turned around to be met with a slightly pink-faced Cress and nodded, "Sure, what is it?"

"Uhh, well.. I guess… what I'm trying to say is.." before he could say anything else, I saw Chili behind him give him a push and I felt myself be pushed from behind too, causing me to fall into Cress, the two of us landing on the floor of the room with the battlefield. My face turned bright red as I scrambled to get up, "I'm so sorry! I must have tripped over my own feet. I-" I was cut off when I felt Cress place a hand on the back of my neck and kiss me. My eyes widened and I wasted no time kissing him back.

"I-I love you."

"I love you too, (Y/n), that's what I was trying to tell you before those two got involved. I am perfectly capable of confessing without your help!" The last sentence was directed at Cilan and Chili who were standing not far off, smirks on their faces.

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Just some Cressy Fluff for you….but next will be another Cilan oneshot

The Girl That I Want to Be - Sherlock x Adopted Daughter! Reader

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of Oneshot: Angst/Songfic/Fluff

Song Used: The Pony I Wanna Be from MLP

Reader's Relations: Sherlock's adopted daughter (the how of this isn't related to the oneshot)

Warnings: None that I can think of atm…

Other Notes: Don't ask how I thought of this, also this takes place within the two years that Sherlock is 'dead' for… also you're like 15 in this btw

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I sighed as I closed the door to 221B behind me, having let Mrs Hudson know I was going for a walk, and walked down the street, letting the thoughts of two years ago cloud my mind on the way to my destination. When I arrived in front of the great detective who had been my father figure for the majority of my life, I felt all my emotions pour out of me and I fell to my knees sobbing. By the time I'd finished my sob fest, I was sitting with my legs crossed and leaning on the grave of my adopted father. I sighed and wiped my eyes, trying to force myself to be mad at him for doing this. I then remembered the advice my father's 'friend', Dr Watson, had given me, and decided to let my sadness and anger out in one, "If I'm your diamond, then why do I feel so rough? I'm supposed to be as strong as a stone even that's not enough. There's something jagged in me and I've made such mistakes. I thought that diamonds were hard though I feel I could break."

I hadn't realised, but during my little sing, I'd fallen asleep and when I awoke, I was lying on a bench, my head resting on something soft, and on further inspection, when I'd woken up more, I realised it had been the lap of Inspector Lestrade. I immediately sat up with a start and apologised for falling asleep on him.

"(Y/n), calm down. You don't need to apologise. Now let's get you home it is late after all, what are you doing out for a walk at thing hour?"

I bit my lip and nodded but turned away from him as he stood up and started leading me back to Baker Street, a hand on my shoulder in a comforting way.

"I-I don't want to talk about it."

"I understand that (Y/n), I know it's hard for you, and we're all in the same situation. We all miss him in the sa-"

"No. You don't understand! You don't know what I've been through. My parents were murdered right in front of my eyes when I was eight, and it traumatised me so much, that I now have trust issues and the one person I thought I could trust most is also gone now and I don't know what to do!" I shouted, shrugging his hand off me and increasing my walking pace. Although, unfortunately for me, due to the height difference, me being a fifteen-year-old girl, and him being an adult male, the Detective Inspector caught up to me very easily, "(Y/n), you're right. I really don't understand what you've been through, but it's past midnight, and your fa-well, I'll be metaphorically dead if I let you walk home alone. Come on."

I froze at the almost mention of… him, and nodded defeatedly, knowing that Mrs Hudson was probably worried sick, and had probably notified Dr Watson that I hadn't returned yet, meaning he was probably starting to panic about what had happened to me too, "You're right. I-I'm sorry for lashing out at you, Inspector." I responded, bowing my head in shame.

"No, I needed that, (Y/n). Come on, I'll take you home."

However, on the way back to Baker Street, Inspector Lestrade was called to a crime scene, and he dragged me there, as he still wouldn't let me just walk home alone and I was made to sit on a bench somewhere he could still keep an eye on me. I sighed to myself and let the thoughts come back to me again, "Would you believe that I've always wished I could be somebody else? Yet I can't see what I need to do to be the girl that I want to be. I've been told my whole life what to do, what to say, nobody showed me that there might be some better way." This was kind of true. Growing up, I was subject to seeing many dead bodies and other crimes, as for some reason, I was dragged to every crime scene that my father and Dr Watson went to investigate, "and now I feel like I'm lost, I don't know what to do. The ground is sinking away, I'm about to fall through." It was true, with the incident two years ago, when I found out, it was like my whole world had crashed down into me, "Would you believe that I've always wished I could be somebody else? Yet I can't see what I need to do to be the girl that I want to be…To be the girl that I wan-Aaah! Geez, please don't sneak up on me like that!"

"Sorry, (Y/n), but I've been trying to get your attention for the last five minutes. Come on, let's get you home."

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The first thing I did when I saw him right in front of me was gasp and blink before snapping out of it, "No…nononono, I must be dreaming."

"(Y/n), you're not dreaming. I'm here, and listen I am so sorry about this. I had no idea it would affect you this badly, you know how I am with fe-"

I felt the tears come to my eyes and I ran up to him hugging him, "I don't care about that now, you're alive and that's all that matters. I understand that you were trying to protect those close to you and I forgive, but please, never do that to me again, Dad, please."

"I won't. Don't worry, (Y/n)."

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Yeah… so this came to me…… meh I'm on holiday for two weeks now so yay!!