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Originally posted by nichelle-nichols

Title: Trying
Summary: Going Through IVF with Leonard
Rating: PG-13
Theme: Modern AU
Word Count: 698
Warning: um pregnancy issues, i think i mentioned miscarriages
A/N: This actually hit home for me cause I will possible have similar issues written, also in the words of Leonard McCoy, “I’m a writer not a damn doctor,” I literally wrote this while looking over Invetro info so yea.
Tags: @outside-the-government @medicatemedrmccoy @yourtropegirl @dolamrothianlady @starshiphufflebadger @imoutofmyvulcanmind @bkwrm523 @imaginenterprise @imagineangryspacegrump

Leonard McCoy was one of the best doctors in the city. He also believed he had one of the best woman in the world at home. When Ayla married Leonard, she came with her own personal issues, the biggest was her trouble with getting pregnant. Ayla had looked over every pamphlet Leo brought home and she learned the risks, success rates, everything and on her thirty birthday Ayla decided to go through with IVF.

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I’m By Her Side

* Burr x Reader
* Modern
* Requested by anonymous
* Request: reader is in love with Lafayette but he’s getting married and the reader is just…*suffering.* And then after Laf gets married, Burr realizes something’s off and the reader has to spill. And then she and Burr are in a soft and happy relationship

    A/N: Yet another one I pulled from the depths of request. I used a shit ton of italics in this one. Yeah anyway, there’s some probably wrong French translations. Also, wedding planning is a pain in the ass and no where near as easy as I made it sound. I just shortened it. Trust me, it sucks. Oh, and the suit I’m picturing Lafayette in is the one Daveed wore to the White House. But I hope you all enjoy.

    Word Count: 3,456


    “Mes amies!” Lafayette greeted the group warmly. You looked up at your friend and smiled. His curly hair was pulled back like always. His eyes sparkled happily. His happiness was contagious. He dropped into the seat next to you. “I have great news!” He said.

    “What?” Alexander asked his energetic friend.

    “Adrienne is coming here from France!”

    You all exchanged blank looks. “Who?” You asked.

    Lafayette looked around at your confused faces. “Have I not mentioned mon amour before?” You recoiled, physically recoiled, at his words. Mon amour. My love. He had a girlfriend. “We’ve been engaged for years now.” Correction, he had a fiancé.

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    “Worth It”

    Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (College AU)

    Summary: In which a friendship drastically changes due to an all-campus text alert about a strange man wandering the campus.

    A/N: Another one from draft-purgatory. It feels weird releasing it into the wild.

    “I hate you. So. Much,” Bucky deadpans, looking up from a stapled packet of papers. “It takes me two weeks to write something of this quality, yet you pulled it off in two hours.”

    "We’ll know if it’s really ‘quality’ when Professor Coulson gives it back,” you yawn, snatching the 18-page research paper from him.

    “How do I obtain your kind of focus? What’s your secret?”

    “The startling realization that a deadline is actually 8am and not 8pm.”

    The brunette stares at you as if you just grew a third eye on your forehead. “You’re either completely insane or a brilliant genius,” Bucky sighs with either admiration or exasperation.

    “Well, all this insane genius wants to do right now is sleep,” you sleepily murmur as you slide your paper back into your bag.

    “Too bad Coulson docks points if you’re absent.” Bucky swings his messenger bag around and swiftly zips it open and pulls out a bottled iced coffee. “Take this,” he nudges.

    “For me?”

    “No, for the unicorn behind you,” Bucky sarcastically says, pushing the iced coffee towards you. “I can tell by your dark circles that you didn’t sleep much.  Take it, you have class until 8pm today,” he insists.

    Touched, you take the iced coffee and scrunch up your face in a cute way, but you don’t know that, of course. “You’re one of a kind, James Barnes,” you grin.

    Bucky crosses his arms against his chest, a slightly peeved look crossing his face. “How many times did I ask you not to call me 'James’?“ he defeatedly sighs.

    "A little less than a million times.” You laugh as Bucky looks like he can’t decide on laughing with you or strangling you, but both of you know that you’re absolutely right.

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    Ten Years (Part 13 - End!)

    Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

    Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

    Word Count: 4,380 ( I mean…)

    Warnings: language, fluff, excessive sweetness

    A/N: I hope you guys love the fluff. Thanks for sticking with me, and for reading, and for all your sweet messages. <3

    Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12

    Originally posted by e2barryallen

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    Another Set of Eyes (Lafayette x Reader)


    Premise: When everyone realized there was probably a little more than just friendship between you and Lafayette

    A/N: This has been an idea of mine to write for the longest time, I just had no idea who to write it for, so when I got the request for Laf fluff (from this super sweet anon omg ily) I put the two together and I got this!! I really like it! I hope that you guys too!! It’s a little bit longer than normal but its a slow burn so what can you expect really. I love y’all to pieces <3333



    Unsurprisingly, Angelica saw it first. She was always the most observant of your friend group. She caught on at one of the girls nights that you, Peggy, Eliza, Maria, and herself shared. The five of you were all slumped around Eliza and Maria’s shared dorm snacking on junk food and listening to Peggy’s eclectic playlist. It was quiet, but it was comfortable. You and Eliza were having a contest to see who could catch more jelly beans in their mouth while Maria was lending Peggy an outfit for an upcoming date. Angelica was on her laptop googling a movie that she could put on that you all could watch but didn’t have to pay too much attention to. She also happened to be sitting on your phone. She was scrolling down a list of films when she felt a shocking vibration coming from underneath her. She shifted her weight and pulled the offending technology out from under her. She glanced at the screen only to realize that it wasn’t her phone, but yours. You’re lockscreen (a picture of all of your friend group together in awkward poses) was faded behind a text message from “Gilly Willy Billy” reading, “so why are you having a girls night without me??? I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME”.

    “Y/N? Laf texted you,” she said and read the text out, attempting to hide her laughter at Lafayette’s drama queen tendencies.

    “He’s such a dork,” you giggled and grabbed the phone from Angelica, allowing conversation to fall back to normal. Angelica, however, didn’t miss the sparkling of your eyes when she said his name, nor the small smile you had when you responded to the text. Maybe there’s something more to that story, she thought.


    James and Thomas realized at the same time. They figured it out while at Alex’s 19th birthday dinner, which was being hosted by the Schuylers. You and Laf had chosen seats directly next to each other, though that was not out of the ordinary. They didn’t think much of it until it was declared that it was the time to give Alex his birthday presents. Alex was quite humble about it, refusing to take them at first until Angelica gave him one of her looks. This came as a little bit of a shock to Jefferson, who had gotten him a bobblehead figurine of his least favorite founding father, John Adams. However, the bigger shock came when Lafayette handed Alex a box and announced that it was from both him and Y/N. The two of you sharing a soft smile when he returned to his seat

    Thomas turned to James and whispered to him, “Since when are they together?”

    James responded with a shake of his head and a cough before stating, “I don’t think they are, but I think they wish they were.”

    Thomas raised his eyebrow, but neither of them mentioned it again that night. However, both were a little more aware of the pair from that point on.


    Hercules noticed later that night. The dinner party had quickly turned into a dance party and practically everyone was dancing along to assorted music streaming from John’s phone into Alex’s bluetooth speaker. He and Angelica were poorly dancing along to some weird combination of electronic and indie music, when Angelica’s eyes narrowed and she leaned closer to Herc.

    “What do you make of Laf and Y/N?” she asked, still bopping her head out of time with the beat.

    Herc was a little confused by the question but still answered, “What do you mean? They’ve been best friends since high school, before the majority of us even met, but you know all this. Why are you asking?”

    “Look at them,” she said, eyes still squinting as she nodded her head over his shoulder. When he turned around he was met with the sight of you and Lafayette sitting of the couch, with you half asleep and your head on his shoulder, and Lafayette’s arm wrapped protectively around you. It was a position you both had been in more than once, so that was practically nothing, but the look on Lafayette’s face as he looked down at you, curled into his side, that was what caught Hercules attention.

    “Huh,” was his oh so elegant reply. “He hasn’t said anything and neither has she but you never know.” He and the eldest Schuyler parted with a shrug and he went over to the two of you, and asked at a low enough volume for you not to notice, “Dude, does she need a ride home?”

    Lafayette shook his head and murmured, “No, mon ami, but thank you. I’m actually about to bring her home now. If you could tell Alex we say happy birthday that would be great.”

    Herc nodded and said goodbye. Maybe Lafayette’s arm still wrapped tightly around your waist was just to keep you stable in your sleepy state, but he highly doubted it.


    Alex was next to notice, but the first to say anything to one of you. He and Lafayette were studying for a test in their Advanced French class together (not that either of them needed to).

    Alex asked Laf a question regarding verb conjugation in day to day speaking, to which he responded, “I don’t know, mon ami. I just speak it, how do native English speakers know when to use there, their, or they’re? They just do!” Laf waved his hand at the smaller boy, as if dismissing him, though he chuckled slightly.

    “Well my bad, Mr. Born-In-France, I just thought I’d ask!” Alex retorted with a laugh. Laf’s phone pinged with a notification, catching both of their attentions.

    Lafayette picked up the phone and smiled at the screen. Mumbling to Alex while replying, “Y/N thinks it’s sad that we have to study for a French test despite being fluent.”

    Alex looked at Lafayette and noticed a dreamy look in his eyes as he texted back and forth with you. And since Alex was notorious for not being able to shut his mouth, he said, “Woah, lover boy, I can practically see the hearts coming out of your eyes. Since when do like Y/N?”

    The question was innocent enough but, since it was the first time anyone had ever said anything about it before, Lafayette was caught completely off-guard. His phone slipped out of his hands and he stumbled over his words a for a few seconds before getting out a simple, “Shut up” before returning to his textbook.

    Alex assured him that his secret was safe, and glanced over when he heard Laf’s phone ping again, only to catch a glimpse of what looked like a heart emoji next to your name. That boy’s in deep, was his only thought, before returning to his study guide.


    John took a while to realize it, but when it hit him, it him hard. It was about 10 in the morning when John heard his roommate’s door open. He was about to call out to Lafayette that he was out of milk, only when he looked up, he found you where he expected Laf to be. You were rubbing your eyes as you walked towards the miniature kitchen in their suite style dorm. John also noticed that you weren’t exactly wearing the type of pyjamas he was used to seeing you in. Instead of the usual sweatpants and hoodie you wore to late night movie parties, you were drowning in Laf’s favorite tee-shirt and a pair of his roommate’s boxer shorts. (How John knew that they were Laf’s is a story for another time.)

    John was not known for being very tactful in the mornings, so when you were finally close enough to him for him to make the sly joke, he jumped at the opportunity. “Looks like someone got a taste of our Laffy Taffy last night.” He threw a wink at you and began pouring you a cup of his signature coffee, which your entire group of friends lived by.

    “Oh shut up Laurens,” you grumbled, a blush tinting your cheeks as you pulled the mug out of his hands and up to your lips. You took a small sip and sighed, “You know it’s not like that.”

    In retrospect, John’s not sure what it was that first tipped him off, your blush, your dejected tone, or a combination of the two. He was completely convinced, however, when Lafayette finally made it out to the kitchen and kissed that top of your forehead, both of you looked at the other as if it was the last time you would see them. John gave a small nod (mostly to himself) and made his way out of the kitchen and back to his room, leaving the lovebirds in the kitchen together.


    Maria and Eliza were next to figure it out, but they were the first ones you told. It was a Friday night and the three of you were in your shared dorm with Angelica, who was out with Peggy on a double date. You were all sitting around and talking, as usual, but tonight you were more distracted than normal. You were clicking open your phone every few minutes, as if you were waiting for an important call.

    “Y/N, whose call are you waiting for?” Maria asked, a joking tone in her voice.

    You groaned and rolled onto your stomach, letting out a big sigh. “Can I tell you guys something without you guys freaking out?” You asked rubbing your left temple.

    The two girls looked at each other curiously then turned to you, nodding.

    “There’s this guy…” You started, only to be cut off.

    “Oh! Is he cute? Do we know him? Is it serious?” Eliza rattled off before Maria’s hand fell onto her shoulder, calming the adorable ball of energy that is Eliza Schuyler.

    “He’s amazing. Yes, you do know him. And no. Nothing’s ever going to happen so it won’t ever be serious,” you answered off, the volume of your voice getting softer and softer. “It’s… Lafayette.”

    “Woah,” was the only answer you got from both of the girls sitting across from you.

    “Yeah,” you responded, shoving your head into the pillow in front of you. “I know it’s stupid. Falling for your best friend always sucks and it never works out like it does in the movies and he’s never going to feel the same way, and I’m going to lose him if he finds out, and–”

    Maria cut you off with her soothing voice, “Y/N, calm down. It’s going to be fine just calm down and talk to him about it. It’s Laf! You’ve known him forever. Nothing bad is going to happen.”

    “No. I-I can’t. He’s already got someone else,” you mumbled into the pillow.

    “Aw sweetheart, I’m sure it’s not that serious,” Eliza said rubbing your back in an attempt to calm you down.

    “It’s their third date tonight. And his general rule of thumb is that if it makes it to a third date, then you know what goes down.” You said, looking back up at them.

    They shook their heads and attempted to console you. When Maria asked how long you’d felt this way and you responded, “Too long” they knew that if you couldn’t give them an actual estimate that you were probably in way over your head.


    Peggy found out in the most ridiculous way possible. She wandered into a Subway one day for a quick lunch in between lectures when she noticed a familiar tall Frenchman with his signature ponytail sitting in a corner of the “healthy’ fast food joint. She quickly ordered her sub and made her way over to the table where her friend was sitting by himself.

    “Yo, Gilbert,” she said as she slid into the seat across from him. He looked up at her like a deer in headlights before shaking himself out of his mind and responding normally. The conversation was light between the two until Peggy remembered something that wasn’t exactly fitting into the picture.

    “Wait a second. Y/N said you had a lunch date with your new girlfriend right about now. Did she ditch you at a Subway?” she asked, raising her eyebrows in amusement. Laf’s face suddenly contorted into a mixture of guilt, sadness and sheepishness. “What?” she prodded, hoping for an interesting answer.

    “Don’t laugh,” he mumbled, his voice low. She nodded for him to continue. “Well, I told John that I liked Y/N and he said that the easiest way to do it without telling her outright would be to make her jealous, but I couldn’t find anyone who I actually enjoyed spending time with enough to pretend to date so I’ve been going on dates… with myself.”

    It took a minute to register the information, but once she got it all, Peggy couldn’t help but laugh. The idea was stupid enough and his execution of it was absolutely absurd. “You know, Frenchie? You probably would’ve have better luck just telling her in the first place. Maybe she would’ve been interested, but now she probably just thinks you’re interested in anyone except her.” She didn’t mean to tear down her friend but he was going about this in the stupidest way possible. “My advice,” she continued, “for the love of god, talk to her. I don’t know what she feels about this, but if you keep it up any longer, you could lose her trust and friendship, and I’m sure you don’t want that.” Peggy collected her trash and stood to leave. “I leave you with that, but keep in mind, I still want everything to work out for you guys. See you, French Fry.” She gave him a hug and headed out to her next lecture.


    Burr was that last to see it, but boy was he the luckiest. Aaron was always a part of their friend group, but he also tended to go unnoticed outside of it. So, it was no shock at all when he went to the nearest coffee shop for the third time that week (He liked coffee. Sue him.) and went completely unnoticed by Lafayette, sitting two tables down. Aaron was fine with this, as he had a project due in a couple of days that he wanted to work on. He did however happen to be able to hear what was going on down by Lafayette with proved to be quite interesting in the long-run.

    Burr noticed you come into the shop, skip the long line at the counter, and take a seat across from Lafayette. His super hearing kicked at that point because a.) he’s a little nosy and b.) you and Laf were speaking softer than usual.

    “Hey,” you said, slipping of your jacket and running a hand through your hair. Lafayette returned the greeting and you began informing one another about the past few days. Burr was slightly confused as to why you hadn’t been with each other all that time as you two were practically inseparable. He tuned out the conversation until you said something that caught his ear. “So, um, how’s your girlfriend?” you asked. Aaron could hear something in your tone, that sounded almost pained as you asked that question.

    Lafayette replied guiltily, “About that… I need to talk to you.” That sounded ominous, Burr thought. You had signified for him to continue, and Laf took a large breath before speaking at a speed that reminded Aaron of Alexander. “Y/N, she’s not real. She never was. It was something stupid I did because I suck at telling people how I feel and John told me that this one thing would work and it, how you say, backfired and I really don’t want to mess this up. I’m so sorry Y/N.” Burr thought that Lafayette’s speech sounded almost like a confession of love, except it was missing one thing: the actual confession.

    “You…You made up a girlfriend to what? To get space from me? Laf, if you just said you wanted space I would have given you space. I know I can be a little too much at times but you didn’t need to make up some fake girlfriend to get away from me. We’re supposed to be best friends were supposed to be able to talk about this stuff,” you kept your voice steady until you got to “best friends” and Aaron winced at the break.

    “No, wait, Y/N, that’s not what I meant!” Lafayette cried out,reaching across the table to grab your hand. You had pulled it away though when your fingers made contact.

    “Then what did you mean, Lafayette?” you asked, “Because I’ve spent weeks trying to be happy about you being with some other girl, who apparently doesn’t even exist, and I just want to know if it’s worth even being upset over this because goddamn it Laf. I’ve been stuck on you since freshman year and I can’t just go my entire life pretending like I have a chance with you when I don’t. I’m sick of pretending. So tell me right here and now, what the hell is going on with us because we haven’t been the same us in weeks and I need to know where we stand.”

    “Y/N, just let me finish, and I promise it’ll all make sense,” Lafayette pleaded, reaching from your hand again, and this time succeeding. “I told John that I liked this girl. She’s amazing and beautiful and smart and I thought she’d never go for a guy like me, so I asked for his help. He told me that I should just tell her, but I was too scared so he told me to try and make her jealous. Go on a few dates and see how she reacted. But the thing is, I’ve been in love with this girl for the longest time and,”

    “Laf,” you choked out and Burr could hear that you were about to cry.

    “Shh, let me finish. So I made up a girl that I was going on dates with, but the more fake dates I went on, the more she drifted away from me. I was in way too far over my head, as they say. I was convinced that somehow, my scheme would work. Then people started calling my bluff. Peggy, and John, and Hercules all told me how stupid I was being and that I needed to just tell her how I felt and so,”

    “Laf, please stop,” you said. When Aaron looked up, you were crying. “I can’t listen to this. I told you–”

    “Trust me, oui? I am almost done.” Laf responded as his grip around your hand visibly tightened. “So I tried my best to keep this girl in my life, but she was still distant, so I invited her out for coffee, I got her her favorite drink,” at that moment he pulled out a cup of your favorite coffee drink and handed it to you. “And I told her a long-winded story about me being an idiot in hopes that she’d see how much nonsense I would go through to be with her. And as I sat in front of her and handed her my heart on a plate… I-I just hope that she’ll take care of it. Because I love her more than anything else in the world and she’s the only person I trust with it.” Now that was a love confession.

    “Sh-She’s me?” you asked, stunned.

    “She’s always been you, mon amour,” Lafayette sighed and looked down at his hands.

    “You’re a dork,” you stated matter of factly, wiping the tears off your cheeks.

    “Pardon?” he said, his eyes shooting up to meet yours with fear shining in them.

    “I love you too you stupid French Fry. Now shut up and kiss me before I start to cry again.” You stood and held your arms out to him, as he stood up and made his way around the table to you.

    At that moment, Burr looked away because as happy as he was for you, watching you two make out in the middle of a coffee shop was not exactly his cup of tea. Or…er…coffee.

    Fanfiction - Stealing Tomorrow (Epilogue)

    Words fail to say how much I appreciate everyone who invested in this fic, followed it until here, left comments and asks, supported me and made me feel one lucky lady. I feel only love for you all. <3

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    Epilogue – Tomorrow is Now

    Edinburgh, 13 years ago

    “Close your eyes.” Jamie insisted, whispering in her ear. “Dinna be a wee cheater, Sassenach. You’ll spoil the surprise.”

    “I’m not cheating!” Claire declared, irritated. “I’m just worried I’ll fall on my face, that’s all.”

    “Don’t ye worry.” She could hear the obvious smile in his voice. “I’d still love ye - even with a crocked nose.”

    “How magnanimous of you.” She puffed, walking slowly with the guidance of his hand on her arm. “Are we there yet?”

    “Yes.” Jamie surprised her by kissing her lips and then removing the blockage of her hands from her eyes. “Tell me what ye think.”

    They were standing in an empty apartment, the big windows harnessing enough of the afternoon light to make the wood boards on the floor look like decadent fields of gold.

    “It’s very…” Claire licked her lips, looking for an appropriate word to say, noticing his expectant demeanour. “Empty.”

    “Ach.” He clicked his tongue and opened his arms, a big grin forming on his lips. “That is only a matter of buying the right furniture for it. But do ye like it?”

    “I – yes.” She looked around, noticing the wide kitchen bench and the freshly painted walls. “It’s lovely, really. But why are we here?”

    “Well,” Jamie hugged her by the waist and pressed his forehead against hers, his voice sounding like the sheltering roar of the earth underneath her feet. “I was hoping you could make it my home, if you married me.”


    Edinburgh, 1 year in the future

    “Lady Jane!” Joe thundered, as he saw her striding next to a patient’s gurney, accompanying him to the recovery ward after a long surgery. “I barely recognized you, girl! You look all tanned and sparkly. How was Jamaica?”

    “Hot.” Claire laughed, watching the corners of his mouth twitch in a devilish grin. “I meant the weather was very warm, you naughty man.” Noticing that his smile didn’t fade away, but was only enhanced by significant movements of his eyebrows that made him look like a crazy cartoon, she smiled and conceded. “Well, that too.”

    “I had no doubt!” Her friend laughed openly, sounding like an amused bear. “I have seen you with your Scot enough to know that, any tropical storm in the area, was probably caused by you two going at it.”

    “Oh, stop!” She playfully smacked him in the arm, her cheeks throbbing with heat. “How is everything here?”

    “Same old, same old.” Joe replied with a sudden strange attempt at nonchalance. “You haven’t been at the nurses’ desk yet, have you?”

    “No.” Claire furrowed her brows. “I was a bit late this morning because of…reasons,” She ignored his smirk. “And went straight to the OR to the kidney transplant. Shall I go there now?”

    “No!” The man said vehemently, grabbing her elbow and steering her towards the cafeteria. “I’m that hungry. Shall we go for some dinner?”

    “It’s three o’clock in the afternoon, Joe.” Claire gave him a questioning look. “What are you trying to hide?”

    “Nothing, LJ.” He shook his head, patting her shoulder in a reassuring manner. “You know my stomach didn’t come with a built-in clock. I’m more of a “eat whenever you’re hungry” type of guy.”

    “What is in the nurses’ desk that you don’t want me to see?” She halted and crossed her arms, offering him a disarming look, suitable for young children misbehaving with their soup. “Spill it, Joe. We both know I’ll find out soon enough.”

    “Fine!” Joe threw his hands in the air in a gesture of surrender. “I was just trying to spare you. But please, Lady Jane, you need to keep it cool. I’m sure he had the best possible intentions…”

    Before Joe was able to complete his sentence, Claire was already sliding past him and marching in the direction of the nurses’ area. As soon as she became visible making a turn on the corridor, two nurses jumped from their seats – they had been whispering with their heads together, looking at something – and stood like two soldiers on a parade, their hands hidden behind their backs, blushing madly.

    “So,” Claire smiled pleasantly, taking off her surgical cap and brushing the mad riot of curls, eager to finally be wild and free after so much time in confinement, like eels on a barrel. “What is going on here?”

    “Doctor Fraser.” The younger nurse saluted her, looking slightly out of breath. “So good to see you. How was your honeymoon?”

    “Fine, Nurse Hawkins.” She nodded, tapping her fingers on the counter in an evident display of impatience. Both nurses looked at her hand like disciplined cats, fascinated by the repeated movement. “There seems to be some kind of disturbance taking place here. I want to know what is going on.”

    “LJ…” Joe started, trying to block her vision from the nurses. She gave him a look so dark and dangerous that he immediately retroceded to her side.

    “Let’s hear it.” Claire repeated, glancing at the nurses under her lashes and placing all her imaginary coins on the beat of Mary Hawkins breaking in seconds under pressure – too bad it was only the casino of her mind, because it was a smashing jackpot.

    “We were just looking at it, Doctor Fraser.” Mary explained in a high pitched voice, slightly stammering. “We meant no disrespect. It’s a beautiful work and such a good cause.”

    “Give it to me!” She demanded, reaching out with her open palm. Slowly but surely, Mary Hawkins delivered her the source of all the ruckus.

    It was a calendar commissioned by the Fire Department, sold to raise funds for a new Burn Centre and to support the widows and children of fallen firefighters. The calendar was illustrated with photographs of gorgeous men in the corporation – and front and centre, occupying almost two thirds of the cover, was James Fraser. He had been photographed sitting in a chair of the headquarters, naked from the waist up, the suspenders of his loose equipment trousers falling along his hips. His hair was tousled and he looked like he had just arrived from a massive fire, finally relaxed and at ease – except his eyes were playing with the camera, teasing of his secrets, undoubtedly igniting other flames on the belly of any woman looking at it.

    “Oh.” Claire said in excitement, her finger absentmindedly caressing his exposed chest. “It’s finally out!”

    “You knew about this?” Joe asked, gobsmacked. “That your husband is featuring in a steamy calendar, which probably will be the erotic fantasy of every female in the Edinburgh area?”

    “Of course.” She raised a brow. “Who do you think took the photo?”


    “Hmmm. Don’t stop!” Claire moaned, her toes curling in pleasure. “That is definitely the spot, Jamie. Keep going!”

    “Hmpf.” Jamie snorted from the other extremity of the bed, skilfully massaging the sole of her foot. “Yer wee noises are making my cock ache, Sassenach. If it’s really yer foot ye want me to massage, best ye stop.”

    “Again?” She smiled lazily, watching as his knuckles applied pressure on her battered points. “We did it this morning, already. And twice last night.”

    “It’s fortunate there’s not a limit to it, then.” He bit her big toe making her yelp, as his hands went on to rub her calf. “Even when I’m still inside ye, I’m already missing ye.”

    “How many love letters did you receive today?” Claire asked, nudging him with her free foot. “I’m expecting the mailman already knows your name by heart.”

    “They are more lust letters.” Jamie sighed, letting go of her leg and stretching next to her in bed, playing with her curls. “About a dozen or so. Apparently there is another man called James Fraser in this area who has been receiving some by mistake – he is sixty and dinna understand why all of the sudden so many women were sending him photos in their undergarments and making indignant advances on him by mail.”

    “Lucky man.” Claire laughed. “May your success serve him well.”

    “Ye ken what day is it today?” He stroked her small, pointy, ear and temple, gluing their bodies together.

    “I do.” She kissed the tip of his jaw, feeling the small stubble prickling her lips like fresh grass. “Fourteen years ago we were married for the first time.”  

    “Aye.” He kissed her mouth, tasting her lower lip, the pressure of his teeth just enough to make her moan against him. “I have a wee present for ye.”

    He retrieved a small package from his nightstand and she unwrapped it, kissing him amidst the confusion of paper and ribbon. It was a custom made blue surgical cap, clearly designed for her, with a forget-me-not embroidered on the side and underneath it, printed after his own handwriting, the words “Da mi basia mille”.

    “It’s beautiful, Jamie.” She said in a husky voice, a knot forming on her throat – it was always disarming to realize how much he knew her and appreciated her. “I - I have something for you too.” Claire added slowly.

    “Aye?” He smiled, so tender and alight that her body was immediately blazing just to see it. His eyes shone blue and knowing, with a hint of mischief hidden in the deepest pools of blue sea.

    “You know, don’t you?” Claire realized, their noses almost touching - their eyes so close they could plunge into each other without taking another breath. Slowly, like a dance learnt in another life and scripted into their DNA for permanent remembrance, their hands entwined - silver wedding rings meeting like titans clashing together.

    “I know, mo nighean donn.” Jamie nodded and his hand came to rest solid and sure on her stomach - cradling the tomorrow they had lost, fought to earn again and hoped for with all their hearts.

    Modern! Philip Headcanons

    Prompts : Ooo or modern pip headcanons

    Notes : again, I’m assuming pip is Philip :“

    - 19 years old, attending college.
    - He studies Law, history and English lit.
    - He skateboards in his free time, even though he sucks a little bit.
    - He really likes Adventure Time and Regular show.
    - He lives off of instant noodles and pizza pockets
    - He is a huge flirt and a total lady killer
    - He tried to smoke once… he choked so hard he never did it again.
    - He is the life of the party.
    - Finger guns
    - "gucci.” “Ye boi” “👌”
    - Still says “420 blaze it”
    - Everyone thinks he’s on drugs but nah he just had 7 cups of coffee this morning, sorry to disappoint you.

    “Eyes Up Here”

    Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (College AU)

    Summary: In which you can’t take your eyes off of Steve’s rather glorious abs.

    This story was heavily inspired by “Counting One, Two Three” written by @brighterlights. Naturally, this one’s for Jade as she shares my fangirl feelings about Steve/Chris.

    A/N: This is my first Steve story, and I thought it’s finally time to bring it out of queue-purgatory. Because I’ve gotten so used to writing for Bucky, switching over to Steve was a little bit of a challenge. However, I adore him so I’m going to try my best. Hope you enjoy! - j xx

    “Sssh, guys it’s happening.”

    Right when you look up, a tall figure stops running and pulls off his shirt, revealing a body Michelangelo’s David would have envied. The sunshine and sweat add a shiny gleam to the ridges of his pectoral and abdominal muscles, making him look like a fallen god from the skies of Olympus.

    That is, if fallen gods wore tight gray running shirts and track pants.

    “And there it is,” Wanda breaths, her already-large eyes widening. She and Nat start a slow clap, the latter adding in a couple of whistles.

    “I can’t tell believe you dragged me out of bed at six in the morning on a Wednesday to watch someone take off his shirt,” you sigh as you tiredly rub your eyes. You look around - there’s no one at the track but three of you and the hottie with the abs.

    “You can grumble all you want, (Y/N), but you have to admit this is hell of a view,” Nat grins. Her steely gaze turns pensive and she muses, “You think those abs are completely gym-manufactured or made through sports?”

    “It’s got to be both. That,” Wanda moves her hand in the direction of the abs in question, “is too incredible and has to be a result of magic.”

    “It’s too early for this,” you sigh. But Nat is right, those abs are rather glorious, and you can’t help blush as you watch the athlete’s chest rise and fall as he catches his breath.

    Right then the half-naked person of their discussion squints their way, his hand shielding his eyes from the sun. While you’re too slow to react, Wanda immediately drops her eyes to the phone while Nat casually blows a bubble with her gum.

    His eyes stop on you, and his lips turn up into cheekily smile. He first waves before sending you a two-finger salute. Something in your brain clicks as soon as he salutes, and you gasp, “Holy motherfu -”

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    Ten Years (Part 12)

    Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

    Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

    Word Count: 4,065 (I AM OUT OF MY MIND)

    Warnings: language, fluff, excessive sweetness

    A/N: Tags are closed. This is the second to last part. I came THISCLOSE to having another cliffhanger, but I couldn’t do it. I don’t want to drag it out just to torture you. PS - IT’S SO FLUFFY I’M GONNA DIE!

    Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 -12 -

    Originally posted by adamisstillinhellthankstoyou

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    anonymous asked:

    um i don't know maybe a modern day newt thing where he's reader's college roommate or in the same classes as her & he obviously fancies her and everybody can tell but her? hope that didn't suck too much

    Didn’t suck at all lol and sorry for the wait! Hope you like it ❤️

    Master list

    Imagine: Being Newt’s college roommate. (Modern day AU)

    “Queenie, I knowwww. Geez. Yes…okay, yes. No, I don’t care if you think Dr. Graves is a hot professor, you can’t go flirting with him.”

    Newt smiled in amusement, still looking down at his biology textbook as he listened in on your’s and Queenie’s phone call. He knew many women flocked to the psychology courses simply for Dr. Graves, but he’d like to think you didn’t quite see it that way. Call him jealous, but he’d like to think you had better standards than some older man who rocked a cool haircut.

    “Okay, I’ll meet you guys later. Of course Newt is coming…”

    Newt glanced up momentarily at the sound of his name, and he raised an eyebrow at you. Your smile was a naughty one, and he can only venture a guess it wasn’t going to be something he liked.

    “Mmk, I’ll see you later then. Tell Jacob I said hi.”

    You tapped the end call button, tossing your cell on your small dorm mattress, and plopping yourself down on Newt’s bed. He twirled around in his chair, book laying on his lap as he glared at you.

    “What exactly am I doing?”

    “Before you say no, keep in mind you owe me for the last time.”

    “What last time?”

    You sighed at the zoology student, elbow resting on his desk as you waved your hand about. “You dragged me to some weird exhibit that had animal carcasses everywhere.”

    Newt closed the textbook, placing it back in his bag as he chuckled. “I can assure you, that was far more than an exhibit of dead animals. Each one was an experiment on how the environment and other predatory creatures-”

    “Yeah yeah, word of advice next time take me out to dinner as a date not a museum of death.”

    Newt almost laughed at your playful words, except one part in particular made him freeze. He looked up at you, a small blush forming on his freckled cheeks. “A…date?”

    Newt’s crush on you was no secret to anyone, although apparently he thought he hid it well. But, a man can only stare at you so much before it became obvious. However, you liked the reserved student just as much. Being honest with yourself, you never thought someone like him would be your type. He was handsome, no doubt, but judging by your dating rap sheet, party boys seemed more your area. And yet, the first time you met Newt he was just different. In a good way, of course. He was kind, gentle, sweet, and loyal to a fault you’d think. There were times you didn’t think you even deserved his friendship, let alone his adoration.

    “Yes…” You replied, smirking over at the blushing man. “I mean, if you don’t want to go out-”

    “I do!” Newt blurted out his answer a bit quicker than he wanted, and he looked down at his hands, stumbling over his words. “That is…um, if you’ll let me. May I?”

    He was beyond adorable in your eyes, and how could you possibly decline such an offer? You got up from your spot, and took a seat on his lap much to his pleasure. Newt smiled up at you, still unsure of what to do, but he didn’t deny himself the pleasure of your company.

    “You may, Scamander. Which is perfect timing, because we’re going on a double date with Queenie and Jacob tonight.”

    Originally posted by sparklingnifflers

    Fanfiction - Stealing Tomorrow (Chapter 6)

    Chapter 6 – Sins of a Lover

    Boston, 10 years and 9 months ago

    Claire sat in the wide bench at the hospital’s locker room, her ears filled with a high bleeping sound, the voices around her as distant and foreign as creatures of the bottom of the deepest ocean. Her eyes were fixed on her silver ring – the flesh underneath it raw and reddened after hours of nervously twisting it on her finger, akin to a prisoner fighting a shackle turned life raft.    

    “What happened to you?” A shadow extended next to her and she blankly stared above, watching as one of her colleagues, Joe Abernathy, frowned as he looked at her.

    “Nothing.” She croaked, her tongue feeling ridiculously dry and furred after hours of screams and sobs in the seclusion of her apartment, followed by a prolonged silence.

    “Hmpf.” He vocalized in a doubtful tone. “Ye look more like everything happened, than nothing. Do you want to grab a cup of coffee, Fraser? Or a bucket?”

    “Don’t call me that!” She hissed, tears stinging her eyes – Claire tried to keep them forcefully opened, to avoid overflowing. “Claire. Just Claire.”

    “Alright.” He said more softly, sitting next to her. His dark skin deeply contrasted with her own, made even more marble white than usual by fatigue and heartbreak.

    Joe wasn’t exactly a friend – but he was one of the few colleagues who had shown her compassion and camaraderie, never taking a chance to shine that implied to throw another resident under the proverbial bus. He was always nice and they exchanged pleasantries every time the occasion called for words between them – but Claire had been too busy daydreaming about Jamie for the past few months, to really dedicate herself to the task of establishing a fulfilling friendship. I don’t want you anymore. Claire mechanically pressed the ring against her raw finger, welcoming the pain that kept her grounded to the present.

    “You know what?” Joe slapped his big hands against his knees, covered with blue scrubs. “I think I have just the thing you need. A nasty Whipple procedure in OR two in twenty minutes. What do you say?”

    “I can’t take your surgery, Joe. You earned that with your hard work assisting Doctor Raymond on that hemorrhoidectomy.” Claire shook her head, crumpling her surgical cap.

    “You need to cut, Lady Jane.” He smiled with kindness. “People can say whatever they want, but I know a surgeon when I see one – and you’re it. Once you have the blade in your hand, you’ll be able to forget – or at least to push to the outskirts of your mind – whatever is bothering you so much. On the off-chance that doesn’t work, you can always pretend you’re cutting the face of whoever hurt you.”

    Claire breathed deeply – the smell of deodorant and foot powder a soothing presence, reassuring her that some things were still the same. She had come to the hospital almost in the middle of the night for it – trying to leave the wreckage of her life behind the closed door of her apartment - only to discover that the destruction had found a cranny whereby it could enter her body, taking hold of her like a parasite with an innocent host.

    If only she could shed her entire body with its memories, like a blessed snake, perhaps she could morph into something else. Freedom. Forgetfulness. Painless breathing again. But she was only allowed blue scrubs, with matching cap and mask – they would have to serve that purpose.

    “If you’re sure.” She said hesitantly. “I’ll try not to disturb you too much.”

    “Nonsense.” He clapped, ecstatic. You’ll do just fine. Don’t overthink it.”

    “Alright.” Claire raised from the bench to tie her black sneakers. Make a loop. Tie it harder. Breathe. As she prepared to walk beside him, she wrinkled her nose in confusion in his direction. “Who the hell is Lady Jane?”


    Edinburgh, Present day

    “You’re awake.” Claire greeted, entering his room and seeing him half-sited, reclined against a pile of pillows, doing exercises with his hand. “It’s late, but I was quite busy today – a couple of patients from the fire needed to be re-interventioned for some complications.”

    “That’s alright.” Jamie gave her a shy smile. “I dinna expect ye to come at all, so it’s a nice surprise.”

    “I hear they are offering you a medal for your brave conduct while on duty.” She said in an attempt of conversational tone, sitting on a chair by his bed. “Just saw two grown men sobbing their eyes out while coming here, talking about how Chief Fraser is a goddam hero and saved their lives.”

    “Well,” He replied, slightly shrugging his shoulders in a blatant sign of discomfort. “I don’t feel like a hero. More like a fool.”

    “Hm.” She snorted in outspoken agreement. “Can’t really challenge that. How is your hand?”

    “Rigid. Tender.” Jamie grimaced, showing her the bandaged hand with just the tip of the fingers visible. “But hopefully, in time, I’ll be able to wipe my own arse with it.”

    The corners of her mouth almost formed a smile, but she hurriedly commanded them to stop. Almost. He used to make her smile all the time, effortlessly - and it seemed like the wheels and screws of her body still remembered that easy mechanism.

    “Claire…” He started in a pleading tone.

    “Why do you still wear your wedding ring, Jamie?” Claire anticipated in a low voice. “We have been divorced for almost ten years – and you took away its meaning even before that.”

    “Don’t ye know?” He replied in a soft tone, as his fingers dutifully played with the small exercise rubber ball.

    “How would I know?” She said, anger bringing an edge to her words. “You told me you didn’t want me anymore. That you had someone else you wanted to be with – I expected to find you remarried with a proper Scottish wife, a handful of children around your bed. And yet there’s no wife around to fluff your pillows and put jelly in the mouth of her valiant husband.”

    He tilted his head, as if he was embarrassed by her words. “I had my reasons to say that.”

    “Let’s hear them, then.” She crossed her arms and looked impatiently at him. “I believe you owe me at least the curtsy of the truth, Jamie.”

    Jamie nodded and for a moment his eyes seemed lost in contemplation of something invisible, pages of their story turning backwards until he could find the appropriate chapter and the words to tell it. When he talked again, his voice was quick and low, slightly ragged.

    “Ye were failing.” He looked at her as if urging her to understand. “Ye told me that yourself. Everything ye had worked so hard to accomplish was turning into smoke.” Jamie clenched his jaw. “I knew it was because of me – my fault. When ye met me, I changed the course of yer life. Ye were torn – distracted. I had to do something.”

    “What?” Claire whispered, the world slightly tilting around her like a bizarre attraction in an amusement park. “Tell me, Jamie – What did you do?”

    “How does a man wilfully rip his heart out of his chest? What madness can drive ye to do such a thing?” He whispered, as if to himself, before he glanced at her. “Not madness – love. I found I could do it, as long as I knew ye safe and well.”

    “I don’t understand.” She babbled - but realization was slowly dawning on her, brutal and consuming as wildfire, leaving her shaking like a burnt leaf on the wind.

    “I already knew what I needed to do.” Jamie nodded, immersed on his tale – finally able to share his terrible truth, a numbing dart to the poisonous beast that sat on his chest. “I made the decision the night we spoke on the phone – promised to myself I’d do it when I went to visit ye. But I couldn’t!” He closed his healthy hand on a fist, his body trembling from strong emotion. “I was weak. I couldna stop myself from loving ye again and again – knowing I couldna lie to yer body; swearing every time I touched ye would be the last. One last day of happiness – one last memory I could hold on to.”

    Claire was openly crying by then, tears silently falling across her cheeks, witnesses of two broken hearts bleeding together into the world.

    “I went to see Doctor Raymond one afternoon.” Jamie gulped. “I was hoping there might be another way. But he confirmed what I already knew – he told me ye were a natural healer, a potential brilliant surgeon, if ye were allowed to focus solely on that. He promised he would take care of you.” He finished softly.

    “You told me you didn’t want me!” Claire repeated, lips quivering, her amber eyes open in shock.

    “I thought I’d die from saying it. But ultimately I would say that and much worse, Claire.” He affirmed, his blue eyes moist but defiant. “I would deny God himself and Jesus on the cross for yer sake. I would disown my own heart and lungs. There’s no limit for what I’d do for ye to have peace, mo nighean donn.”

    “It was not your choice to make!” She sobbed, slightly rocking herself on the chair. “My life, James Fraser. My fucking life. Our life…”

    “Aye.” He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. “It is that. But I canna say I regret it, Claire. Joe told me how many people you saved just today – how every young surgeon looks up to you now. It seems to me I made the right choice.”

    “You don’t know a thing…” Claire hissed. “About what I went through. I barely made it…I was barely sane.” Her voice sounded like a woman drowning even to her own ears. “You wouldn’t even see me to sign the divorce papers, you sent Ned Gowan in your place…”

    “I never said I wasna a coward.” Jamie admitted, slightly tilting his head. “I dinna trust myself not to fall on my knees and beg yer forgiveness. To tell ye right there and then of my wicked ways. To kiss ye and never let go. I hoped…” His voice broke. “You’d never have to see me again.”

    “I thought you were in love with someone else.” Claire sobbed, closing her eyes to block the sight of his face, grimacing in pain. “I couldn’t close my eyes without seeing you laying with a faceless woman, whom you’d say everything you once said to me. Listening all your promises turning into lies.”

    “There was never another woman.” He whispered, tears falling down his lashes. “There could never be another woman, Claire. I still wore yer wedding ring because – papers or no – I will forever be married to ye. I will always love ye, mo ghraidh.”

    “I could never forgive you for this…” Claire entwined her hands, like a silent prayer for the ability to retrieve what had been lost between them. “You took away my choice. You traded our love for something I never wanted. You decided for us both.”

    “Aye.” He swallowed hard – his voice hoarse and broken beyond repair. “But can ye honestly say I was wrong in thinking that this is the woman ye were meant to become? That by letting ye go I wasna in fact loving ye more than I ever could be keeping ye?” Jamie closed his eyes, whispering. “Mine are the sins of a lover. Ye were given to me, Claire – and I loved ye well.”

    Through the Ages

    This is my first request and ended up being longer than usual, but I think it’s really good. 

    Pairing: Laurens x reader

    Warning: making out, I guess

    Requested: Yes, @secretschuylersister requested #56 ( “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?”)   with Laurens.

    Requests are super open.

    Word Count: 2680


    You met John Laurens the day you were born. Since you were fresh from the womb, and he was only one, it’s safe to say neither one of you remembers that day. However, his parents and your parents, being old friends and next door neighbors, remember it very vividly. They love to tell you how John sat next to you in the hospital bed and was completely memorized by you, a tiny, slightly pink baby.

    It often times made him blush, especially when his parents joked that he was taken with you since birth.

    You were six and John was seven when John declared you to be his best friend. It was your first day at school and you were headed out to recess, where all the first graders were playing. You saw John and ran over to him. You thought his friends would accept you just like John. Instead they sneered at you because you were a girl.

    “You can’t play over here with us. Go sit on the swings and gossip with the other girls,” one boy said.

    “Guys, it’s okay. She’s my best friend. She’s cool,” John insisted.

    “Then you can go gossip with the girls too,” the other boy chimed in.

    “Fine,” John grabbed your hand and tugged you away. You smiled at John.

    “Thank you,” you said, as the two of you sat on the swings.

    “Anytime,” John smiled his lopsided grin.

    From then on, that’s the way you always spent recess.

    You were ten and John was eleven when John stopped seeing you as just his best friend.

    You were both sitting on the hill near your homes. It was the last day of summer. John was stressed about school, and you were trying to cheer him up. Your jokes were corny, but John couldn’t help but be completely enamored by your laugh. He couldn’t even remember what you two had been talking about.

    He turned to look at you, deep in though.

    “I could marry you, you know?” John blurted out. You turned to look at him and smile.

    “Let’s do it then. Promise me, you’ll marry me, and I’ll marry you,” you smiled.

    On that day, John couldn’t imagine he’d ever marry anyone else. He sat his head on your shoulder in content. The sun went down and reflected in your eyes. He couldn’t seem to look away from your beauty.

    “You know what married people do?” he mumbled. “They kiss.”

    “Kiss?” you said surprised.

    “I mean, we’re gonna kiss someday. Why not kiss each other first?” he shrugged. You smiled.

    “Sure,” you leaned in.

    The kiss was a hot mess, but the two of you were happy and content in that moment.

    You were thirteen and John was fourteen when you realized you loved John as well. John got back from a month long vacation in New York during the summer. He knew that was where you wanted to go when you graduated, so he snapchatted you a bunch. However, when John got home, you took notice of how much taller he was and how much deeper his voice had gotten.

    “John!” you called. He had come over to your house the moment he had gotten home.

    “Y/n!” John yelled, engulfing you in a hug.

    “Look at you! You’re so much taller now!” you marveled.

    “Yeah, puberty does that to you,” John smiled a lopsided smile. “You wanna go sit since it’s actually late and I start high school like tomorrow?”

    “Sure,” you smiled. You couldn’t help but notice the way his hazel eyes sparkled in the dimming sunlight.

    The path wasn’t far and the two of you plopped down to watch the sunset. You leaned over to look at him. He had his lip in between his teeth in deep thought.

    “You okay?” you asked.

    He turned to face you in surprise.

    “Hm? Oh yeah. I’m just…nervous about tomorrow I guess,” he smiled weakly.

    “Don’t be,” you said. You felt a weight in your chest before speaking softly. “Uhm…and if you should find you don’t really have time for me anymore, I understand,” you said, not letting him see your sad face.

    “No,” he said. He grabbed your face in his hands to make you look at him. “I’m gonna be here. We promised to get married, remember?” you both giggled at the memory.

    You both got quiet and the silence grew thick as you were both close. You saw for the first time the way his hair curled around his face. The way his freckles made a map of his face. The way his eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes.

    You took a leap of faith and leaned. John was quick to close the tiny gap. In your mind, you saw fireworks as the two of you kissed.

    You pulled apart breathless.

    “We should head home,” John murmured. You both sat in the dark now, the beautiful sunset long gone. You nodded in agreement, but your mind was running with thoughts of John. You were in love.

    That same year, you almost lost a best friend. John took you up on your offer of being too busy to see you. That year, he saw you nine times. Your parents had dinner every month, and that was the only time John was ever free to hang with you.

    You tried not to let it bother you. John deserved happiness and friends, and he had that.

    In the night, you couldn’t stop the thoughts from creeping in.

    That summer, however, things went back to a more tense version of normal. You were nervous about high school. John was nervous about making the softball team. There was still the tension of not talking to you for a whole year.

    When you started your freshman year, John looked out for you. Your friends were in the same social group, yet there was always an unspoken division of boys and girls.

    That year John had a perpetual blush on his face. His friends teased him endlessly about his crush on you, but your friends did exactly the same. Things were going perfectly, until John got a girlfriend.

    You were fifteen and John was sixteen the first time you both experienced a heartbreak.

    It was around this time you realized John was actually hot. He had grown up nicely. John was noticing the same things about you. You had started to fill out, and John’s friends were taking notice. John had to constantly smack the backs of his friends’ heads for making comments on your appearance right in front of you.

    John’s friend Charles Lee was the one who finally asked you out. He was notorious for being a fuckboy, but you were naïve, and John was too busy with his girlfriend to notice you. You said yes, even though you didn’t want to.

    You and Charles had a lovely date at the movies, until he drove off into a little clearing. You were just thinking how lovely it would be to have an older boyfriend as a freshman. He could be your summer romance, and then for sophomore year, you’d have an upper classman as a boyfriend.

    However, Charles had another idea.

    “So, how did you like tonight?” he asked.

    “It was incredible. Thank you,” you smiled shyly.

    “Well, maybe I could show you something more incredible,” Charles smirked.

    “What could be more incredible than tonight?” you asked naively. Charles just chuckled before leaning over to kiss you. The kiss was nothing like with John from forever ago. It was too pushy and needy. Soon Charles pushed his tongue into your mouth and clawed at the hem of your shirt. You pushed him off of you.

    “Stop. I don’t want this,” you frowned.

    “Come on. Don’t be such a prude,” Charles murmured, going to kiss you again.  

    “No,” you pushed him back. Charles just stared at you shaking his head.

    “I knew you were always Laurens’s whore,” he spat, driving you home.

    Tears formed in your eyes, and when you got home, you wanted to run straight to your room. John however, was outside waiting to see how your date went, when he saw the tears in your eyes. When he asked what was wrong, you couldn’t help but spill the whole story, crying even harder. He hugged you tight, muttering things about Charles.

    The next day, he found Charles laughing with your friends and slammed him against the lockers.

    “John! Stop! He’s not worth it,” you said your voice cracking. John repressed the words he wanted to say. Instead, he pulled back and let a puff of angry air out. His girlfriend came by like she did every morning to whisk him away to make out. There you were, heartbroken and alone. Charles didn’t love you, but that didn’t sting as much as knowing that John didn’t love you like you wanted him to.

    John’s heartbreak came the next school year, when you were a sophomore and he was a junior. It was a few days before his seventeenth birthday. The two of you were born one year and two days apart, and you were excited to show John what you had gotten him. It was a wedding ring as a joke, since you two promised to get married.

    John’s newest girlfriend had other plans. For his seventeenth birthday, she was going to give him herself. A few days before John’s birthday, she did just that, after only one month of dating. That didn’t sound like the John you knew, and it only added to the long list of heartbreak. However, soon after she broke up with him. John cried.

    You two sat on the hill for the first time since middle school, staring into the sunset. John’s head was in your lap, and you were lightly running your fingers through his hair.

    “I thought she loved me…I thought she was gonna want to stay with me, but it turns out she didn’t know I was a virgin. She was only in it for the sex,” he couldn’t look you in the eye.

    “She sucks. I’m sorry,” you said, not knowing what else to say.

    “I’m done with stupid love and shit,” he grumbled. You had planned on giving him his gift tonight, but that seemed to be in poor taste now.

    “Promise me something,” John said, sitting up to look you in the eyes.

    “Sure,” you crinkled your brow.

    “Save yourself for someone who loves you,” he said, urgently. “Don’t make my mistakes.”

    “H-How do I know if they love me, though?” you stammered.

    “If you can’t decide, just…save yourself for me then,” he rambled out, surprising himself.

    “You?” you asked surprised.

    “Yeah. If you’re ready and you don’t want it to be some stranger, I’ll be there,” he smiled. He wanted to add “because I love you” but he wasn’t that bold just yet.

    “S-sure,” you stammered again blushing.

    You looked down, but John tilted your head up. You looked into each other’s eyes for a moment before kissing passionately. John slowly pushing you down into the grass. You slowly began to lift your hands up into his shirt. He broke the kiss momentarily to slip your shirt off. John kissed down your neck softly, then he began to suck on one spot, nibbling on it slightly. You moaned out in response. After a minute, when you were sure, he’d left a hickey, he suddenly pulled back.

    “I’m sorry,” he whispered, sadness in his eyes. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

    You were too stunned to tell him it was okay. Your mind screamed at you to tell him how much you liked it, how much you liked him. Instead, you sat there. He ran home. You slipped on your shirt.

    You slowly drifted apart after that night.

    It didn’t take long for the hickey to fade, but it never faded from your memory. It constantly tormented the both of your minds. You wondered if it meant John loved you. John wondered if you enjoyed it and loved him.

    You were seventeen and John was eighteen the time the two of you finally fucked. Although, you wanted it to be sweet and slow and nice sex. You knew immediately after that it was a casual fuck.

    You and John had found your way together at a party, drunkenly reconnecting. By some grace, you actually made drunk plans for dinner the next night.

    That night John couldn’t keep his eyes off the way you filled out so nicely, and you couldn’t keep your mind from wondering about how he had developed.

    The sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

    The dinner ended with nothing substantial happening, however, when you got to the street you both lived on, both of you fully aware your parents were away on vacation together, things picked up.

    “So,” John began. “Did you ever…met someone you loved?” John asked. You fully understood what he was implying.

    “Never,” you whispered, leaning in close. “Although, I think I’ll take your advice from forever ago…” you trailed off.

    That was all it took. John slammed his lips into yours. You trusted him, although in hindsight he was going to graduate and leave in about ten days. You should have known.

    You should have known the way his hands knew just what to do was muscle memory. You should have known this was routine for him.

    But the way his body pressed against yours. The closeness you felt with the man you loved. You couldn’t hardly stop yourself and justify it in that moment to your needy brain.
    I was incredible, but short lived.

    Lying there after, you felt vulnerable and stupid. He rolled right onto his side and began to fall asleep. You sat up, embarrassed. He couldn’t actually love you.

    His arm shot up and pulled you back to the bed.

    “Stay,” he mumbled. So, you stayed. This changed nothing.

    The next Monday, John’s last Monday, everything was the same.

    You ignored John. When he graduated, you took one forced photo with him. You didn’t see him for a while after that.

    You were twenty-two and John was twenty-three the next time you saw him.

    You had finally moved to New York. You had gotten into Columbia college, but had forgotten John was going to graduate school there until one fateful day.

    John was rustling around with his friends when he saw you. He wasn’t sure if it was you, until Alex started calling out your name.

    “You know her?” John whispered to Alex.

    “Yeah, I’m the teacher’s assistant in her intro to law class,” Alex replied as you walked over.

    “Hi, y/n! These are my friends, Hercules, Lafayette, and Laur-“ you cut him off

    “John?” you asked hesitantly.

    “Hey, y/n. Can we talk?” John asked.

    “Uhm…We’ll just go now,” Alex said looking suspiciously between you and John, before raising an eyebrow at John, suggestily.

    You and John started to walk.

    “So…Uhm…It’s been a while,” he began. You scoffed.

    “Yeah,” you said coldly.

    “So why’d you ignore me after we…” he trailed off, hurt lacing his voice.

    “Fucked?” you finished. “Because, you were just going to leave me anyway. You just wanted my virginity for some power trip or something.”

    “You have to believe me. That’s not what I meant to do,” he said, his sad eyes betraying the anger in his voice.

    “You can’t prove it. You just feel bad about it,” you yelled back.

    “Yeah, well what if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?” he yelled, his patience gone.

    You instantly softened.

    “Y-you have?” you asked. He nodded his head in response.

    “Well, if you were to say that, I would probably tell you I’ve been in love with you since I was thirteen?” you smiled.

    “I’d probably do this,” John leaned down to capture your lips in his. From somewhere in the distance, his friends cheered.

    You were twenty-four and John was twenty-five when the two of you got married, and your lives began.

    Modern/YouTuber! Au // Hamilsquad general Headcanons

    - do you have any headcanons about YouTuber! AU headcanons?
    - YouTuber AU for the revset & schyuler sisters!!

    Disclaimer : If any of the usernames on this post are actual YouTuber names, I’m so sorry and I didn’t?? Intended to copy.

    Alexander :
    Alex would probably have a rant channel where he throws in his witty jokes and reacts to weird videos and then rants about them. He’d have a small-ish fan Base, not many people would recognise him on the street but if he went to a convention then it’s likely he would be recognised. As well as commentary, he would have a “Suggestion'type blog where he does stupid shit that the fanbase comments. His channel would be called "ItsAlex”

    John :
    I can definitely see John having a gamer channel and a subscription box / inbox ong channel dedicated to cartoons, games and anime to be honest. Due to him being quite jumpy naturally, he doesn’t nerd to fake any of his reactions to horror games and his natural charms and jokes keep the viewer intrigued. He would subscribe to a bunch of boxes and do box openings, then he would donate the things ( like toys and clothes ) that he doesn’t need / want to charity. He is a bit of a closet weeaboo and unless you are very observational, you probably won’t pick up on the backwards Tokyo Ghoul theme playing quietly in his videos. His channel would be called “LaurensPlays”

    Mulligan :
    You guessed it, a DIY channel. A channel for making cute clothes that ranges from lingerie to dresses and suits. He loves making new things and taking suggestions from his viewers. As well as making clothes, he also does a lot of baking and cooking tutorials. For a man of such strength and stature, he is really good at making things with intricate detail and precision. There would be an occasional stream or a Q&A from him. His channel would simply be “Hercules Mulligan”

    Lafayette :
    Vlogging, commentary, and a lot of makeup videos. He’s a channel who is popular and widely recognised for his heavy french accent and skills with makeup! He often drops sarcastic and witty comments and sometimes the boys will interrupt his livestreams. It’s clear to see from his blogs that he doesn’t even need to put up a persona, he’s naturally happy and bubbly. He gets a lot of income from youtube, probably the most next to Laurens. His channel would be called “Misour laffy taffy”

    Angelica : Like Alex, Angelica would have a rant channel full of feminism and even some reaction videos. While she’s not a “tumblrette” style feminist who wants to ban all men, she comes pretty close and van be a beast on screen and off. She won’t take shit from anyone and that’s apparent in her videos which are quite popular !!

    Eliza :
    Eliza would have one of those cute “look at my adorable family” videos where they do something different every day and record it all. It’s a cute channel and has a Smallish fanbase, but she gets enough income to consider herself wealthy. She also posts tips and hints occasionally.

    Peggy :
    Peggy would have a “look at my vegan body” videos where to posts tips on how to start going vegan, monthly favourite products and where she likes to buy them all from, for a reasonable price. She posts “daily routine” videos and such. She has a love-hate relationship with youtube.

    Bonus : the boys have a vlog channel where they all act like idiots together ft. The occasional appearance of the schyuler sisters


    Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Modern AU)

    Summary: Recently jilted and determined to avoid any love story cliches, you reluctantly attend a wedding, only to run into your college crush.

    for @dearthofequanimity

    A/N: I’m overwhelmed by all the love on my first story! Thank you so much for the warm feedback; I only hope this one also brings a smile to your face! -j xx

    “Another one?”

    Almost immediately another blackberry gin and tonic slides in front of you, courtesy of the very sweet bartender. You raise your glass at him before sliding off the bar stool. You got your alcohol. Now you wanted dessert.

    You glance at the bride’s bouquet sitting on the counter you had just occupied. With a scoff you toss your hair and stomp off in your stilettos without it.

    During the bouquet toss, the bride had thought it would be cute if she first pretended to throw the flowers but then turn around and hand you the bouquet. She thought it would be cute and cheer you up.

    Oh, Lord! When she realized her idea wasn’t cute in reality, the bride had awkwardly tried to play it off as a joke. A man in the crowd quickly saved the situation by clinking his glass and loudly chanting, “Kiss! Kiss!”, giving you the opportunity to slink away to the open bar as the couple of the hour kissed to the melody of clinking glasses.

    The bouquet only reminds you of your unattached status. Normally you don’t mind being single, but you had checked “Plus One” when filling out the wedding invite. How were you supposed to know that your now-ex would break up with you over text a day before the wedding?

    The heartbroken single at a wedding. What a pathetic cliche.

    You pick out a cream puff from the dessert table. Right when you’re about to bite in, you feel a light tap on your shoulder.

    Who dares to disturb your dessert bliss? You slowly spin on your heel, ready to give the person a piece of your mind but as soon as you see who it is, you practically choke on your cream puff.

    “Oh my God, Bucky?”

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    Waiting Room

    Summary: Bucky provides support to his best friend, and ex-girlfriend, as she makes a choice that will forever change her life. College AU

    Pairing: Bucky x Reader

    Words: 2872

    Warnings: pregnant reader, heavy mentions of abortion (and takes place at a clinic), angst and fluff out the ass. 

    Author’s Note: I made the mistake of listening to “Brick” by Ben Folds Five for the first time in a while, and this is the result. I’m honestly not even sure where this came from, tbh. Read at your own discretion, please. Also you will probably maybe cry. Or at least tear up.

    Six a.m. Day after Christmas. Bucky hadn’t slept, although the alarm on his bedside table was beeping. He didn’t move, staring at the darkness beyond his window. It was cold, the blankets on his floor and the window cracked. A gentle breeze caused goosebumps to crawl over his skin and he let out a breath, watching as gentle mist appeared in front of his lips. He couldn’t see anything aside from the space right in front of his eyes, the light from a streetlamp below flickering like a fallen star.

    The world is asleep, Bucky is numb.

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    You’re my Master Piece - Blind!Levi x Reader
    A/N: This is a modern AU and it contains no reference to Attack on Titan. Besides, the character is a bit OOC, for he is only based off of Levi.

    (Y/N) was a nice girl, she always has been. No, actually, she was the nice girl.
    Yeah you know which one. The one that everybody is friends with because you just can’t hate her, she’s too nice. The one who has soft, wavy hair no matter what, and a clear skin, but once again, you cannot really jealous her to the point where you’d hate her. You simply can’t.
    But she was also that girl that everybody took for granted and enjoyed pushing her buttons, to try her limits. The nice girl people underestimated and never took time to get to know, because what else is there to see? She’s just a nice girl.
    “Hey, who’s that chick over there?” “Oh (Y/N)? I’m in her math class, she’s a nice girl.”
    “I heard that Blake didn’t finish the night alone at your party last night! Do you know who it could be? Probably a girl from your class…” “Well, it can’t be (Y/N), she’s too nice for that.”
    Isn’t is weird how ‘nice’ can go from a compliment to a bitter insult depending on who speaks?
    That fact took a long time before (Y/N) finally acknowledged the fact that, regardless how she would behave, people would always find her nice. The spectrum went from the genuine 'that’s so nice!’ to the sarcastic 'huh that’s nice’. However, that period of her life was over, and today, in her late twenties, (Y/N) was a fulfilled photographer, with her own art gallery in Chicago, and a nice little apartment in an old brick building that she took pleasure in decorating.
    Yet, a dark spot stained that seemingly perfect life: she was lonely. Over the years, she learned to be more careful about what persons she allows to come into her life, to be more picky. Being used by her classmates when she was younger left a permanent scar on her, and a crack in her trust ability, which made her grow a bit more sarcastic and distant with people.
    Which also explains how incredibly nervous she feels when she actually wants to talk to someone. It’s like going on a roller coaster. Once you’re in and started, it’s okay, but the previous moments of anticipation are killing her!
    Which happens to explain why she is in this situation right now. The most cliché situation she could fathom: she spilled coffee on a handsome stranger, in front of the Café she goes to every morning before work.
    “Oi! Watch it brat!” A male voice snapped at her.
    “Shit!” (Y/N) exclaimed, slamming her hand over her mouth right as the words fell from her lips. She put her half empty take-away coffee cup on a nearby table and began to apologize profusely to the man. “I am so sorry, I should have paid more attention! Sorry, I- I’ll clean it up-”
    “Tch, stop it,” the man hissed, stepping away. “This shit burns like hell,” he muttered under his breath as he grabbed the stained shirt to lift it from his stomach.
    “I’m sorry, I will pay it back if you want, it’s all my fault,” (Y/N) kept on rambling, blushing as people stopped by to watched what caused the tantrum.
    “Keep your money, I have another one in my bag anyway,” the man dropped the fact just like that, which caused the woman to finally stop staring at the brown stain on the white shirt and meet the man’s eyes. But she couldn’t see his eyes, because he wore glasses, black glasses that prevent her from seeing anything behind. It seemed weird to her since it wasn’t even completely day yet, it was still very early in the morning, in October.
    That’s when it occurred to her.
    Her eyes drifted from the man’s face to his hand, that was holding a stick, and she also noticed how he seemed to watch the space next to her, rather than her face.
    He’s blind!

    A few minutes later, the man came out of the gents’ restroom, with his new and perfectly white shirt on, as (Y/N) waited in the Café, pacing around like a caged lion. As soon as she spotted him, the woman walked up to him and put her hand on his shoulder, gently, to show her presence before he walked away.
    “Excuse me, Sir? Are you in a hurry?” She asked nervously, awaiting an answer. She was somewhat surprised that she managed to say those few words without stuttering, but the most difficult part was done now, and the rest should be okay.
    “I guess not,” he sighed. His eyes were still hidden behind the opaque glasses, but (Y/N) could see that his face was basically emotionless. The marks of a constant frown was drawn upon his forehead and the word smile seemed foreign to him. “Why are you asking?”
    “If you have a minute, I’d like to buy you a coffee and apologize properly,” the woman said, a bit more confident than seconds before.
    “What else is there to say? You said you were sorry. I don’t want to take your time, you seem in a hurry,” the man declined the offer, surprised by how calmly her dealt with this.
    “I’m not awaited anywhere, I don’t mind having a little talk,” she insisted. “I’m (Y/N) by the way!” As a reflex, she offered her hand for him to shake, but he didn’t even notice it and she awkwardly put her arm back on her side.
    “Levi,” he said as a way of introduction.
    “Well Levi, it’s nice to meet you!” (Y/N) smiled and she hoped it was noticeable in her voice. “Regardless of the context, I mean.”
    Suddenly, something seemed to snap inside him and he changed his behavior.
    “Listen, I’m not really in the mood right now. Don’t you have something better to do than wasting your time with a blind man?” He asked in annoyance.
    “Now that was rude,” (Y/N) said, arching an eyebrow and crossing her arms on her chest. “I’m going to ignore it, not because you’re blind and I pity you, but because I’m a nice person, okay?” She put as much sincerity in her words as she possibly could, since she never faced a blind person and didn’t know how to rely exclusively on her voice.
    “Oi, don’t yell brat, I’m blind not deaf!” Levi groaned, but his cocky attitude got replaced by an uncomfortable one. “Sorry for being rude. I’d like to say that it’s nice to meet you too but I’m not sure we have met quite yet,” he eventually stated.
    “What do you mean?”
    “Can I touch you?” He suddenly asked, causing (Y/N)’s eyes to almost pop out. “That came out awfully wrong, sorry. I meant, can I touch your face? It’s the only way for me to properly meet you.”
    The request seemed legitimate, but (Y/N) had something else in mind.
    “I’ll let you if you agree to have a coffee with me,” she said.
    “Are you blackmailing a poor blind guy?” Levi scoffed.
    “Yes. Please, sit down with me?” (Y/N) asked again, earning a somewhat crooked smile from the man. A moment of hesitation later, he sighed and agreed, before following her to a free table, a hand on her arm.
    “Never thought I’d get blackmailed for a damn coffee by a little brat like you when I woke up this morning,” he grumbled as he took a seat, patting the chair as he sat down, and tucked his cane in his bag.
    “Little brat yourself!” (Y/N) huffed, slightly offended. “How old do you think I am?”
    “I’d love to answer that but unfortunately, I’m still blind,” he snickered back, sarcasm dripping from his voice. He heard a deep sign coming from the woman, and at this moment, he missed his sight very much, for he was beyond curious to know what this woman looked like.
    “Fine, so let’s do this face touching thing, so you can stop hiding behind your blindness as a pretext, alright?” She was stunned by her own confidence, but it seemed like her mouth moved faster than her thoughts.
    “Guide me,” Levi ordered. “Where exactly are you?”
    (Y/N) stood straight on her chair, “I’m right in front of you, we’re at eye-level,” she told him. “Wait, do I have to take off my glasses?”
    “I’d be better.”
    His hands approached from her face, hesitantly at first, his fingers out-stretched searching for her cheeks. When they met the soft skin, he flinched slightly, then Levi let them travel down to her chin, tracing the outlines of her face. His thumb brushed quickly over her lips, not lingering more than necessary on the plump lips, and delicately moved to her nose.
    “Are you really that short or is it to blame the chairs?” Levi asked, as he kept on visualizing her features.
    “That’s quite a thing to say for a shortie like you!” She tolled her eyes. “Besides, we are the same height.”
    “But you’re wearing heels,” he stated.
    “How would you know that?” She asked, startled. “You’re not a face-fetishist pervert who fakes to be blind to touch people’s faces, are you?”
    When Levi was done touching her, he let his hands fall on the table and even though she still couldn’t see his eyes, his position clearly showed that he didn’t find that funny.
    “I have ears, that’s all,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. The waiter then came with their drinks and they waited until he was gone to keep on talking.
    “So, wh-” She started but got cut off.
    “I’ll make it easy for you, so we can move on, okay?” Levi said, earning a confused frown, and as (Y/N) was about to ask him what it meant, he spoke up again. “No, I have not always been blind. Yes, I miss seeing stuff. It happened when I was seventeen. How? I was being a reckless shithead and I got what I deserved. And, yes, I do my hair myself. I know, it looks good…” He finished by sipping at his coffee.
    “Wow, thanks for the information,” (Y/N) said. “But I was just about to ask you if you wanted to take a guess at my age now,” she said, causing a long silence to settle between them. She took the opportunity to detail him.
    Levi was surprisingly prim and neat for someone who couldn’t even see himself. But above all, he was incredibly handsome with his pale skin and jet-black hair, styled in an undercut, and falling before his eyes.
    “I don’t know, I’d say twenty-two? Twenty-four at most?” He said, in a rather bored tone. “Fresh out of Uni, and still excited about life, from what I can see.”
    The woman burst in laughter, throwing her head back, along with her impressive mass of black hair. “Well, that’s really sweet, but I’m twenty-nine actually,” she confessed, then took her tea and put the teabag out of the cup.
    “Sweet,” Levi said, as if tasting the word on his mouth. “What about me? Can you guess?”
    “Seems like we’re about the same age to me. Early thirties maybe?” (Y/N) titled her head to the left, in an attempt to see under his glasses, but in was no use.
    “Don’t cheat, you have to say a number,” Levi stated.
    “Thirty-two then.”
    “Close. Thirty-four,” he declared and took another sip of his beverage.
    “You look younger than that,” the woman shrugged before remembering it was useless.
    “I have to take you by your word I suppose,” Levi said. But before (Y/N) could come back with a sneaky comment, she looked at his face, and she saw that he sported a smirk. The closest to a smile that she got to this moment.
    “I’m curious, how many times did someone spill coffee over you for you to have a spare shirt?” (Y/N) smirked a little.
    “Tch, with you included it makes… five? No wait, does it count if someone bumped into me and spill my own coffee on me?” Levi thought about it and counted on his fingers as he asked that.
    “Yup, it definitely counts,” the woman answered.
    “Eight then.”
    “Eight?! That makes a lot. And how many of them offered to have a coffee with you to apologize?”
    “Only you,” he admitted, his fingers distractedly playing with the coffee spoon as she shrugged.
    “Tell me, what are you doing here this early?” She asked him, to fill in the blank.
    “I suffer from chronic insomnia and I was bored, so I figured I’d go out and get coffee. Seems like the coffee came to me in the end,” he playfully added, as if taking joy in burdening her with guilt. “You?”
    A small smile threatened to slip her face in two as (Y/N) finally got him to get into this conversation without the sarcasm tainting his voice.

    “Oh crap! I should go, I still have work to do!” (Y/N) said when she looked at her watch.
    “Is photography even considered being work?” Levi ask, only to annoy her. “You know, I told you you didn’t have to stay with me.”
    “And I said I didn’t mind. I have a really good time, Levi,” (Y/N) said, earning a surprised expression. He didn’t seem to be used to that kind of compliment. “I come here every morning, so if you ever can’t sleep, or feel bored or whatever, feel free to join me, I’d love to see you again!”
    Levi smiled slightly and nodded, as he heard the sound of cloth and the screech of a chair being put back in place.
    (Y/N) said goodbye, and Levi waved at her as she paid for their drinks and walked away, and when the clicking sound of her heels on the marble floor vanished, he murmured, “I’d love to see you too.”

    “It’s the sixth time this month that we meet here for breakfast,” (Y/N) realized, when the staff of the small Café – who were used to her – started giving her motivation looks and push her to make a move towards Levi. That should probably weird her out but (Y/N) was past this. “If I didn’t know you, I’d say I’m starting to grow on you.”
    “Tch, don’t be stupid, I’m only here for coffee and you happen to be here as well, it’s just a coincidence,” he huffed, not even hiding his smile anymore. Suddenly, his cheeks flushed with light pink and Levi seemed to stare down. That’s something that’s never happened before. Levi usually just stare straight ahead of him, as any other blind person, yet he was looking down, a gesture that (Y/N) interpreted as embarrassment.
    “Can I ask you something? I haven’t really talked to anyone but you these days and I wouldn’t know who else to ask that,” Levi confessed, still looking away, though he never really seemed to look at her – which saddened her a bit, for she was obviously attracted to the man, yet he couldn’t even see her.
    “Of course, go ahead,” she said, waiting patiently for his demand.
    “I noticed that you don’t like to talk about yourself, but could you make an exception and describe yourself to me?” He asked, rather uncertain about her answer. (Y/N) smiled softly, regardless to the fact that he couldn’t see her – because she knew that he felt it, in some way, when she smiled.
    “Well, for you, I’ll try – but I’m warning you, I haven’t seen a mirror in days, I probably look like shit,” she joked, to show him it was okay, and to wipe away his embarrassment. “I can skip the face I guess?”
    “Yeah, but tell me what color your eyes are.”
    “They are brown. Plain and boring brown. Disappointing, isn’t it?” (Y/N) sighed. She always wished she was one of those blue eyes brunettes that filled her instagram dashboard when she was young and dumb.
    “No, not at all. I’d give everything to see that color again, even just once,” Levi kindly replied.
    “Oh sorry…” The woman muttered, not proud of herself that she keeps forgetting about Levi’s disability. Oh what she’d give for him to see her! Not that she found herself attractive or pretty, she just wanted him to see again, and then, he would be able to see her. (Y/N) felt as though she would never come to terms with her attraction towards him, because he could not be attracted to a ghost – yet that’s how she supposed he saw her, an abstract and colorless figure, with only a voice and no real appearance. Whereas she could see Levi in all his glory. Even from his five foot three, he stood tall and proud, making other men look ridiculous next to him, and he was always so gorgeous. Damn, (Y/N) was almost jealous.
    “Don’t ever think about apologizing for this. I’d rather have you forgetting about me being blind than making a fuss out of it,” he chased the little misunderstanding away with a hand gesture and put his hands around the small cup of coffee to warm his hands. It was beginning November after all. “Please, go on.”
    “My hair is black, just like yours, and it’s long – it goes to my waist. Today I’m wearing a long sleeved gray dress,” she stopped there, not knowing what else to say, that wouldn’t bore him.
    “Don’t be afraid to give details, I want to have a clear picture in my head,” Levi pushed her.
    “Well, I- I have a black belt around my waist because I think it makes it look smaller. I have black boots – and yes, they have heels because I don’t like being too short. I don’t wear any jewelery, or nail polish, and I never style my hair because I don’t know how – at my best, I can put it into a ponytail or bun. I also have this weird little white spot on my forearm, and I have no idea where it comes from, but who cares?”
    “There are moments where I miss my eye sight more than others. This is one of them. You must look beautiful,” Levi said, making (Y/N) blush furiously at his words. But beyond the compliment, she was also very aware of the genuine sadness in his voice, and she felt a knot form in her stomach. He deserved better. Without thinking twice, (Y/N) let her fingers brush over Levi’s hand, that was still around the cup of coffee on the table. She felt him tense up, but she didn’t back away, and took his hands in hers, not saying anything, until she felt a slight squeeze.
    “Levi, you can ask me to describe you anything you want,” she said, making it sound like a promise. And that’s exactly what it was.
    “(Y/N), are you busy tonight?” He asked, out of the blue.
    “No, I-”
    “Would you mind joining me for diner? I’ll cook,” he offered her. (Y/N) was at the verge of a nose bleed, she could feel it.
    “You can cook?!” Is all that she managed to croak out.
    “How the hell do you think I survived all this time?” He raised his eyebrows, curious as to what she’d answer.
    “I don’t know, take-away Chinese food?” She shrugged, because that’s basically what she didn’t once every other day.
    “You’re silly,” Levi laughed at her.
    “So, is it a date?” (Y/N) asked, seriously this time.
    “Sort of.”

    “You are a Chef, Levi!” (Y/N) repeated fro the thousandth time when she finished her plate. She never expected a blind man to be that skilled with a knife and a spatula, but his grilled chicken serving and salad was the finest meal she had eaten as far as she could remember. She just dug delivered food, do not judge.
    “Thank you, I haven’t cooked for anyone in a while, I didn’t know how it’s turn out,” he said, as he brought his fork to his mouth, finishing his plate as well.
    “Well, it was delicious, and if I still had room, I’d eat more of it, but sadly I’m a small piece of woman,” she laughed, earning a frantic smile and a soft touch of the hand.
    “You’re too nice, you know that?” Levi told her. (Y/N)’s smile disappeared. “Are you okay? Did I say something wro-”
    “How do you know something’s wrong?” (Y/N) cut him off. “You always seem to know. Most people don’t notice even though they can see.”
    “I don’t know, I just do.”
    “Tell me,” she insisted, sensing that he was lying.
    “It’s stupid,” he argued.
    “I bet it’s not, just tell me.”
    Levi allowed a minute to pass before speaking again, “Fine… When you smile, I can feel it because it feels like I can see a bit of light, as if you smiled so bright that I could see it, despite my disability. So when you stop, it goes… dark again, I suppose.” Silence followed his declaration. “Told you it was stupid. Fuck, I’m a grown up man, saying stuff like that!”
    “It wasn’t stupid. It’s incredibly sweet, nobody never told me that,” (Y/N) admitted, smiling kindly and letting her hand trace small patterns on Levi’s forearms, making her way to his hand and holding it.
    They didn’t sit at the table, (Y/N) suggested they sat on Levi’s coffee table, to be more cozy. That came in handy now, and allowed the woman to shift closer to the man. He refilled their wine glasses – he insisted on doing small things like that, as if he made a point to prove her that he could still do things by himself no matter what.
    “Are you wearing your glasses?” Levi asked (Y/N).
    “No, why?” She got her answer when Levi’s hands cupped her face, his thumb tracing small circles on her cheeks. Soon, his other hands joined the first one and he touched every inch of her face, hr eyes her nose, her lips, her chin. Nothing escaped his sensitive fingertips, and (Y/N) breath was caught in her throat.
    “Levi…” she said, and he put his hands away from her face. “Why are blind people always wearing black glasses? It doesn’t change anything for you, right? It’s just dark.”
    “We don’t do it for ourselves. It’s for the others,” he shrugged before standing up, dishes in hands. (Y/N) followed him to the kitchen, with their empty glasses in her hands.
    “For other people?”
    “Yeah… It makes them uncomfortable when they see a blind person without glasses. Our empty eyes staring into nothingness… Everyone freaks out when they see this,” he said under his breath, almost in a whisper. (Y/N) walked around him and put her hand on his arm to get his attention.
    “Can I see for myself?” She asked carefully. The woman understood what he meant, but she didn’t like to be put in the 'everyone’ box, and if he was the wear those glasses all the time, she wanted to know that it was for a good reason. A legitimate one.
    “You don’t know what you’re asking me,” Levi looked up, though his face didn’t meet hers. He never totally aimed right when it came to 'looking at her’.
    “Please, Levi,” she demanded. “I’m not going to run away, you know. I just want to see you. Just once.”
    It took several minutes for the man to react, and it was only to release a deep sigh, but he eventually moved his attention from the dishes to (Y/N), who waited nervously, biting her lip in anticipation. Levi hardly remembers being so scared of something ever since he got that accident and woke up blind. His hands were shaking when they grabbed the glasses and put them on the kitchen counter. Yet his eyes were still tight closed.
    He felt a warm hand on his cheek, and his eyes opened in surprise. When they did, they stared a little above (Y/N), who had taken off her shoes when she arrived. She looked at his eyes intently, searching for something – she didn’t know what. A milky white veil had fallen before his irises, and their light gray color was unnerving to her. (Y/N) felt a bit silly for being so moved at this sight, but a slight trembling took over her hands and she felt as though Levi had stripped down in front of her. This was beyond intimate.
    “I told you it was horrible, stop looking,” Levi said, turning away and patting the counter for his glasses. “Where are they?”
    (Y/N) hid them behind her back, before remembering how dumb this gesture was, and she simply put it away, on another piece of furniture. Levi had closed his eyes again.
    “Did you take them? (Y/N), give them to me,” he demanded, stepping in front of her.
    “They are not horrible, Levi!” (Y/N) felt the need to say. “Your eyes are not something to be ashamed of! Nothing about you is to be ashamed of!”
    (Y/N) was cornered – her back was pressed against the kitchen wall and Levi stood before her, blocking the way.
    “Give them back! I don’t want you to see me like this!”
    “Like what?”
    “Vulnerable!” He shouted, putting his hand over his shut eyes and rubbing them. “I shouldn’t have shown you in the first place.”
    “Levi..” the woman’s voice said softly. “Look at me.”
    “I can’t!”
    “Yes you can!” She argued. Suddenly, Levi felt a pair of hands remove his own from his face, and grab his chin. “I’m right here, all you have to do is open your eyes, alright?”
    “Don’t you think I know what I look like? I’ve seen people who got blind in an accident like mine when I still had my eyes! I knew they are white and lifeless, like dead fishes’ eyes!”
    (Y/N) shook her head, and their faces were so close that Levi could feel it. He could feel every breath she drew.
    “You’re wrong,” (Y/N) objected. “They are perfect. Beautiful, and gray and stormy like a troubled sky, I refuse to let you hide that from me.”
    All of a sudden, Levi opened his eyes, as he slammed his hands each side of her head, making her jump in surprise.
    “Is that what you want? Tell me, (Y/N)! Is it? Forcing me to show the thing I hate the most about myself?”
    “I understand Levi, believe me, I hear everything you say. But we’re alone here, and it’s your home. And I’m telling you that your eyes are not what you think they are. They are just another thing that I love about you,” (Y/N) yelped, earning a stunned expression. She took his face between her hands and placed his forehead against hers.
    “You shouldn’t say that…”
    “I carefully chose each word Levi, and I mean all of them,” she assured him as she felt him lean in slowly, his nose brushing against hers. (Y/N) finished to close the space between them and kissed him.
    It seemed to her that he stopped breathing for a second, as though he was shocked that she did the first move. (Y/N) on the other side, was glad she finally gave in to her urge to kiss him, because it felt exactly like she imagined, and even better. His lips molded against hers as if they were made to meet, and they were so soft she could hardly believe it. Levi gave a faint bite on her lower lip, making her gasp and open her mouth just enough for him to deepen the kiss, which made her smile. His hands had found her hips and the small of her back, pressing her against him, and (Y/N)’s hands were all over Levi’s neck and face, as if afraid to let go, for he could vanish in the air. It was simply unreal, and the woman, despite the several men that came and left her life, felt as if she had never kissed before. Maybe it was because Levi was blind – they had to put everything in their voice and their gestures – touching each other was amplified by the lack of eye sight.
    When Levi’s hands snaked around her thighs, (Y/N) wrapped her legs around his hips without thinking twice about it.
    And blind or not, Levi didn’t need to see anything to lead them both to his bedroom.

    The sleeping woman slowly emerged from her slumber and stretched her tired limbs, feeling the soft sheets stroke her naked skin and the warmth of the sun piercing through the window on her legs. (Y/N) rubbed the tiredness away from her eyes and turned around, patting the bed but grasping nothing but the sheets. Shifting suddenly, she was met by an empty spot beside her and a note on the pillow. In a messy writing – of course Levi couldn’t see what he how he was writing so it was understandable – it was written: Job emergency. Had to go. Feel free to shower and eat breakfast. - L
    As it was written, (Y/N) stayed a little longer in bed, face buried in Levi’s pillow, letting the reminiscence of their night come back to her. He was astonishingly good in bed for a blind man, and he knew exactly where to touch her to drive her crazy.
    After that, she took a shower, with the fresh towels Levi cautiously placed on the edge of the bathtub for her to see, and she headed to the kitchen to make coffee. It had to be the first time in ages since (Y/N) drank coffee that didn’t come from the Café. From the corner of her eyes, she spotted Levi’s glasses, still on the table where she put it last night. Did he leave without them?
    Anyway, she couldn’t stay here all day, she had work to do, she was planning a new vernissage and she still had loads of stuff to do. When she finished her coffee, she got dressed and left the apartment.

    The next day, she realized that they didn’t have each other’s phone numbers, so she randomly decided to drop by Levi’s work, hoping that she’d see him. He told her he worked for a huge pharmaceutic company, and thankfully, (Y/N) knew were the building was.
    She was excited to see him even if chances to see him were small, though also a little disappointed that he didn’t even try to contact her, or show up at the Café this morning.
    Yet, as soon as the building entered a vision field, she spotted him, standing outside the doors, talking on the phone. It looked like a fiery conversation, he seemed rather upset – maybe not the time to say hello, but (Y/N) wasn’t just going to turn around and walk away. She soon arrived and just then, Levi hung up and aid something to the fully black clothes man standing still next to him, and he headed to a car the same color.
    “Wait! Levi!” The woman yelled, trying to catch his attention. The man stopped in motion and turned around, searching the origin of this shout, thinking he had imagined it.
    “Levi!” (Y/N) eventually reached him.
    “Give us a moment,” Levi told the giant still standing behind him. The man left them alone.
    “Hey, what was that, your body guard?” (Y/N) joked, still catching her breath after running all the way to him.
    “Yes?” She croaked out. Suddenly Levi lifted his hand and vaguely pointed to the building. Ackerman & Co. Pharmaceutic Research. “You told me you worked here, not that you owned the whole company!” It was more of a squeal than a statement, but he understood anyway.
    “Well, I also work here, it wasn’t a lie,” he shrugged, a smirk on his face. “So, what are you doing here? Stalking me already?”
    “I- I was just wondering if you- I don’t know actually, I guess I wanted to see you again,” (Y/N) mumbled awkwardly, instantly forgetting all the reasons that made her come here in the first place. She earned a long sigh as a response, and the black-haired man pinched the bridge of his nose.
    “Listen, (Y/N)… Don’t get me wrong, I really like you, but… why are you doing this? You’re a smart, funny and beautiful woman in the prime of life, you should go after equally handsome guys, and not lose your time with an old grumpy blind man,” Levi state, causing astonishment to settle on (Y/N)’s face.
    “So, what you’re telling me is that you’re not good enough for me?” She clarified.
    “Okay so let’s get this straight,” the woman said angrily, putting a finger on the man’s chest, earning a surprised expression. “I don’t care if you’re older than me, blind or the rich owner of a multinational company, nobody – and I said nobody – gets the right to tell me how I should feel! You understand me?”
    Levi pushed (Y/N) accusing finger away from his chest and looked down, his glasses reflecting her angered stare. He obviously had several pairs of those.
    “Please, think about it (Y/N). Give it a day or two to think this through, and we’ll meet again, alright?”
    It was clear as water that this was the best she would get from him today, so she nodded, and then remembered he couldn’t see her and told him 'okay’, before turning around and storming away. She never expected this to turn into an argument.

    The next day, (Y/N) felt better, less upset, more positive. She spent all day working on her photoshoot and didn’t think about Levi too much. Just a bit.
    And the second day, she saw him waiting in line at the Café, she walked up to him, but at the last second, she decided against it – it was too soon – and she walked away, not even buying her coffee. Actually, she left so quickly that she didn’t even see Levi turning around as he thought he had smelled her perfume, only to meet the empty space before him.
    But the third day, he was there again, waiting for her, she presumed. Levi was elegant, as usual, wearing his black jeans and perfectly ironed white shirt, all of this matching his smoking jacket, and his black glasses perched on his flawless nose. The woman ordered and drink and joined him, not saying a word.
    “Excuse me, this seat is taken,” Levi said, thinking it was someone else.
    “Well, I was kind of hoping you were saving it for me, Levi,” (Y/N) said, her tea in front of her. She’d swear she heard him sigh out of relief.
    “(Y/N),” he said softly. “I thought you wouldn’t come. I was a bit harsh last time, I’d like to apologize to you…”
    “I accept your apology, and I understand. It must be unnerving for you. But you must know that I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to. So, how were the last two days for you?” She asked him, changing the subject since she didn’t want to waste time in formal apologies.
    “Lonely. I realized you were the only person who talked to me. Other than my employees saying 'Good Morning Sir’ and stuff like that,” Levi begrudgingly admitted, slightly biting his lip.
    “I don’t want that to be the only reason for you to sit here with me,” she said, feeling her heart clutch. He couldn’t just talk to her because no one else did, right? He had to feel something.
    “No, I- I truly appreciate you. Believe me, I wouldn’t do all this if I didn’t like you, but-”
    “But I should be chasing after self-centered dicks who will most definitely break my heart,because obviously you’re not good enough for me?” (Y/N) heard her voice say before she could stop the words from pouring out. She would’ve slapped herself if they weren’t in public. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
    “Yes. I will never be able to offer you a fulfilling life. Whatever you expect this to be, dating a disabled person is never a good idea,” he argued. What hurt the most was probably the fact that he sounded so selfless while saying that. He genuinely believe that it was the best for her not to get attached to him.
    “Oh shut up!” The woman exclaimed. “That’s not for you to decide!”
    A small smile appeared on Levi’s lips. “You’re right. Now, tell me, what have you decided? Or maybe do you need more time to think about it?”
    “I didn’t need time to 'think about it’ Levi. I knew right away that I wouldn’t change my mind. Those two days were for you, I figured you needed them to think it through and understand that you deserved to be happy just like everyone, and pushing me away wasn’t going to make that happen.”
    Her declaration stunned him, and Levi was speechless for a while. He was froze in place, until (Y/N)’s hand came and grabbed his, interlacing their fingers.
    “We’re not teenagers Levi. We’re both adults and I can deal with my decisions and their consequences. I want to be with you. I wanna give it a shot.”
    Bringing their laced fingers to his mouth, Levi kissed her fingers. “Alright, I have no counter-argument left, you win. (Y/N), would you join me for a walk this afternoon?”
    “Depends, is it a date?” She smirked.
    “Tch, yes it is, silly.”

    “I’m home!” (Y/N) shouted as she arrived at Levi’s apartment. She took her shoes off along with her coat and threw her bag on the floor, really tired and worn out after such a long day. As her vernissage approached, she was getting more and more busy and stressed out.
    When she walked into the living room, Levi was standing there, waiting for her. His milky eyes staring right through her, but the welcoming smile on his lips greeting her home, like everyday. After a while, he started growing comfortable around her, and he stopped wearing his glasses and hiding behind them when they were alone together. (Y/N) couldn’t ask for a more genuine sign of love. It’s been eight months that they started seeing each other, and she already practically lived with him. She used her own apartment as work place, photo studio and atelier.
    “Hi, Love,” Levi said, as she threw her arms around him, pulling him in a tight embrace. It made him laugh lightly and he hugged her back, feeling her nuzzle in the crook of his neck. Levi breathed in the delicate scent of her familiar perfume, sticking to her long hair.
    They stayed in that position for a solid ten-minutes, and (Y/N) eventually let go, cupping Levi’s face and softly pressing her lips on his, kissing him deeply and tenderly.
    “Long day, ugh?” He guessed.
    “You have no idea! And I don’t even have one acceptable photo!” She groaned, letting him go and walking to the kitchen to get some water.
    “Any reason to this?”
    “I hate my models, they are spoiled little brats! I don’t even care about the money, I’ll pay them and send them back, I don’t want them to be part of the vernissage!” (Y/N) said, wondering how the hell she would replace them. A group photograph was supposed to be the master piece of her exposition, and now she would have to find something else in no time! Of course, she had a little idea, trotting her mind, but there was zero point zero one chance that would happen. Still, she had to ask.
    “How can I help?” Levi asked, as he began to cut the meat for tonight’s diner. “I can give you a bit of money if you want new models, you wouldn’t have to pay me back.”
    (Y/N) stared at him, and she knew she felt her eyes on him when a playful smirk painted on his face.
    “I refuse to take your money, I’ll do with what I have. There is one thing I want to ask you though…”
    But she didn’t answer and simply put her hands over Levi’s,making him drop the knife he was holding, and she took his face in her hands, pulling him down, just enough for her to capture his lips in yet another kiss, causing him to smile in it.
    “I love you,” she uttered in his ear after breaking the kiss.
    “Wow, that must be one hell of a request,” Levi teased her, earning a shove in the shoulder. “Tell me what it is, (Y/N)!”
    “I’m in terrible need on a master piece for my vernissage, now that I know the group picture won’t do. I’d like it to be a picture of you,” she said, dropping the bomb just like that. Levi slightly backed away from her, out of surprise. “Without glasses.”
    A long, tensed silence filled the room.
    “I will respect your decision if you refuse, but I’d really love it to be you. You might not have seen any of my photographs, but I can assure you that I never expose anything unless I find it perfect, and I am absolutely certain that this picture will be perfect, because we love each other and that’s something that people see: when the photographer and the model love each other, it’s obvious, just like it is when they don’t. And I assure you that people will love you just like I do.”
    “I don’t know, (Y/N), that’s a huge deal for me. It’s like asking me to act in a porno – no actually, I’d probably do the porno – but this is- it’s huge,” he said, leaning against the counter.
    “I know, you don’t have to answer me now, I just thought I’d ask,” (Y/N) reassured him, gently rubbing his arm and placing a kiss on his shoulder. Levi suddenly looked down, his dead eyes not quite grasping her but still, he was trying, as if hoping that one day, he would look at her, and she’s appear to him, as clear as daylight.
    “Oh shit, I put lipstick on your shirt!” She mumbled, rubbing the thin fabric.
    “Dammit (Y/N), it was the last clean white shirt I had! You’re doing this on purpose just because you like it when I wear black shirts, just admit it already!” Levi laughed, causing a smile to tuck at his lover’s lips.
    “Arg, you caught me!” (Y/N) exclaimed in an over-dramatic way.

    So many people came! (Y/N) felt overwhelmed as people gathered around her shots and looked at it, judged it, some bought it, some snorted and left, but she couldn’t care less, she was on cloud nine. It was by far her most successful exposition and she was busy for most of the night.
    It was only when things had slowed down that she actually got a rest and took the time to come up and speak to her usual customers who came every time. There was this old English couple who seemed to come straight out of a historical movie with their fancy and old-fashioned clothes, and they grew quite fond of the woman. (Y/N) adored them, and not only because they paid a generous amount of money for her work, they were nice people.
    “Oh Dear, here you are! We thought we wouldn’t get to see you tonight!” The woman exclaimed as he husband smiled through his huge mustache.
    “I’m sorry, I didn’t expect so many people, but now I’m all yours,” (Y/N) apologized and looked at the picture that caught their attention.
    The theme of the vernissage was 'look beyond’ and there were pictures such as a pregnant woman, the night sky, the city from a rooftop on a clouded day, and so on… But of course, there was her master piece, the diamond among the gems. Levi’s picture. It was a simple mugshot of him, with opened eyes, and a fain trace of lipstick on his lips, for (Y/N) had kissed him before taking the photograph.
    “This piece is extraordinary, dearie, I never saw something like that before. It’s pure and honest, we love it!” The old woman continued, gesturing to the picture. (Y/N) had made it pretty big, it was half the size of the wall, and she chose a very pale color palette, mostly blue and white, and Levi was shirtless.
    “Yes, I think too. It’s my favorite by far,” she said, a smile lingering on her lips.
    “And that bit of lipstick on his face, I find it great! Whose is it?”
    “Mine, actually. It wasn’t planned at first, I took the shot as a test and then I wiped it off. But turns out this was the best one.”
    “Who is he?” She then asked, to (Y/N)’s surprise. That wasn’t a question she got often, but it seemed legitimate since she accidentally dropped that she kissed her model.
    “His name is Levi. And he’s my life partner,” she said, feeling her cheeks flush at the words. “He is just over there,” she said as she pointed to a corner of the room. “If you want to meet him.”
    “Oh we’d love to!”
    (Y/N) went to get Levi, who was conversing with two men she didn’t know.
    “I’m sorry, gentlemen, but I have to steal my boyfriend from you,” (Y/N) laughed as she looped her arm under Levi’s, earning a scoff and a smile. “There are some of my loyal customers who’d like to meet you. They love your picture.”
    “As if,” Levi said, frowning his eyebrows, though it was hard to tell with his glasses on. (Y/N) ignored the comment and led him my the arm to the old couple.
    “Mr. and Mrs. McClaire, this is Levi Ackerman, the man sharing my life and the model of this photograph,” she said proudly, her eyes never leaving Levi’s face.
    “Aren’t you two adorable!” The woman kept on cooing. “This picture is stunning, you really art a piece of art Mr. Ackerman, take it from two art collectors!”
    Levi blushed furiously at this, not used to that kind of blunt compliment, and thanked them both.
    “Miss (Y/N) here is a true pearl, if you want a piece of advice: don’t let her go,” she smiled and took her husband’s arm. “Well, we’ll let you two enjoy your evening. Do you happen to know where Miss Chloe is? We will definitely add this one to our collection.”
    (Y/N) nodded and showed them where her friend and also sales executive, Chloe, was. After that she came back to Levi.
    “See? They love it! Everybody loves you!” She smiled brightly at her lover, not caring who could hear them. “And I love you,” she purred, stroking his cheek with her right hand, as Levi placed a kiss on her palm. “More than anything.”
    “I love you too (Y/N),” he said, taking off his glasses to her surprise. “At least someone bought it, so we won’t have to hang it in our living room.”
    He never said 'my’ living room, or 'my’ apartment. It was always 'their’ home. She loved this. (Y/N) chuckled.
    “Give me your hand,” she ordered. Levi out-stretched his hand and she took it, before placing it on the wall, next to the picture. “Can you feel this? Do you know what it is?”
    She let go of his hand and Levi traced the outlines of what she wanted to show him.
    “Feels like little circles. Stickers maybe?” He guessed.
    “Yes. And how many are there?” She asked him.
    A minute passed before he had counted them all. “Twenty-two? What does it mean?”
    “It’s the number of persons who bought it. And it’s a record for me, the second best-selling photograph tonight only sold ten! And art isn’t cheap, Levi,” (Y/N) stated, waiting for a reaction.
    “How much do you sell this one?” He asked.
    “I don’t fix prices. Customers pay what they can afford and what they judge reasonable. But most of the customers are posh art amateurs, and they pay good. The biggest donor gets this one,” she explained, her fingers brushing over Levi’s photo. “And everyone gets an official copy.”
    “Do you know who will get mine?”
    “Probably the the McClaires, they are the wealthiest people here, they have a huge mansion outside the city and it is filled with paintings and sculptures and pictures like this. They almost always get the originals.”
    A smile was put on Levi’s face, and his opened eyes were the only thing (Y/N) could look at. They were marvelous.
    “Thank you for accepting Levi. None of this would have been possible without you,” she said, placing herself at eye-level with the dark-haired man, his hands founding her way on her waist. “You’re my Master Piece. And thank you for dealing with all my artistic shit and agreeing to let me see your eyes whenever I want and not getting tired of me. Thank you for loving me.” Tears were prickling her eyes, but (Y/N) swallowed them.
    “Shut up idiot, if you start crying I will too,” Levi huffed. (Y/N) didn’t bother asking how he knew that she was at the verge of tears, because he just knew. When it came to her, he could feel everything, regardless of his lack of eye sight. “And yes, I do love you. Which is why I’m about to do that.”
    “Do what?”
    But before she could further wonder what he had in mind, she saw Levi put one knee on the floor and her breath got caught in her throat, leaving her speechless. Everybody in the room fell silent and they gazed at the couple, holding their breath.
    “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), or however the hell you pronounce that,” Levi started, making her smile, though she had placed both her hands over her mouth and was now frantically tearing up. “I know it’s been less than a year that we’ve been together, but I don’t really need anymore time to figure out that you are the person I want to spend my life with. I don’t know why, but you seem to have taken a liking in the blind asshole that I am-” This made the crowd smile some people even laughed lightly. “-but the fact remains, and I’m about to take Mrs. McClaire’s advice quite literally,” Levi resumed as he pulled out a small velvet box and opened it, revealing a stunning white gold ring, with a ruby on its top. “I never want to spend a second without you. (Y/N), will you marry me?”
    The woman was still having a hard time trying not to cry out frantically and hold in her sobs, one hand covering her mouth, as she nodded energetically. The silence prolonged and nobody dared to say a word.
    “(Y/N), you know I still cannot see you, so if you’re crying and nodded your head please say something, I’m growing nervous,” Levi whispered only for her to hear.
    “I’m nodding my head,” she said, in a wheezy voice. Levi let out a relieved sigh he didn’t know he was holding in. “Yes, Levi, yes I will marry you!”
    She let him put the ring on her finger and stand up before throwing herself in his arms and strewing kisses all over his face as the crowd behind them began to applaud and whistle, making them both smile so wide their feared to tear their faces in two, but they couldn’t care less. Levi lifted up his now soon-to-be wife, his hands on her hips as he spun her around, her beautiful silky evening dress swinging around them.
    “I’ve never been happier than the day you spilled coffee on me, (Y/N),” Levi then said, after putting her down. “As weird as this sounds.”
    “If I knew I would be that effective, I would have done it sooner!” She said, playfully. Suddenly she realized what she’d said. Levi raised an eyebrow at her, his gray eyes absently meeting her own eyes.
    “Are you saying you did it purposely, just to have an excuse to talk to me?”
    “Sort of,” (Y/N) admitted, the blush on her cheeks increasing. It earned her a chuckle. “What?! You were intimidating! I needed a pretext!”
    “You’re such a goofy woman!” He laughed. “That’s why I love you so much.”
    (Y/N)’s expression softened and she placed yet another kiss on his welcoming lips. “Love you more.”
    “Oh c'mon, don’t start me on that, I’ll win!” Levi said, taking his loved one in his arms.

    The Upper Hand: Jefferson x Reader {Part 1}

    Hello! This is my first Hamilton fic. I intend to make it a multi-part series, so watch out for the next installments in the near future! Jefferson is a jerk to the reader in the beginning, but it’ll get better. Don’t worry! Please enjoy! 

    Hamilton – Modern AU (law school)

    Jefferson x Reader

    Originally posted by supersquiddy

    “I may not live to see our glory…” John Laurens quips, tapping his pen against the corner of his desk.

    Hercules Mulligan picks up the next line of the quartet’s motto or creed or whatever they say it is, “But I will gladly join the fight…”

    “And when our children tell our story…” Alexander Hamilton continues, making eye contact with you and wiggling his eyebrows.

    “Alex!” you protest, giving him a mock glare. “This is just a group project. This is not the end-all, be-all of our law school careers.”

    “(Y/N)!” Lafayette, the fifth member of your group, smirks at you. “But this project is worth over half of our grade. It is, how you say, imperative that we do well.”

    You sink a little in your seat behind Alexander. “Wait—how much is it worth?”

    “Sixty percent,” Hercules mutters, shaking his head with disapproval. “It’s ridiculous.”

    That meant that all the hard work you had put into this class could be potentially useless if you didn’t do well on this project. Your hands begin to sweat as you realize what this means. If you failed this class, your GPA would fall below 3.5 and you would lose your scholarship. You begin chewing your mint gum more quickly, popping bubbles absentmindedly as you think. If you lost your scholarship, then you’d have to drop out of school and move back home with your parents and work at a gas station for minimum wage and you’d never fulfill your dream of becoming a lawyer for an environmental firm and…

    “(Y/N)!” Laurens gently shakes your shoulder, snapping you out of your train of thought. “It’ll be okay. This project isn’t due until the end of the semester. You’ll have plenty of time to work on it.”

    “Alexander, will you be my partner?” you ask. “I have to get a good grade on this and you’re so smart and—”

    “Oh, please, Y/N,” a new voice scoffs condescendingly. “Everyone knows that Hamilton is nothing without Washington behind him.”

    You connect the voice to a tall man wearing a ridiculous magenta blazer. His crazy curls, as usual, stick out every which way, giving him a sort of black, frizzy halo with the fluorescent ceiling lights shining through his locks. You immediately bristle as you recognize your nemesis.

    “Jefferson,” you say coldly, the usual glare settling onto your face as you meet his eyes. “Strong words coming from you. Your parents’ names have paved the way for your admission to law school; we know you haven’t actually done a lick of work to earn it.”

    “Listen, Y/N,” Jefferson says, looking over your shoulder at Alexander, “you’d be better off with someone like me as your partner. I could wipe the floor with this guy’s criminal defense.”

    Alex leaps to his feet and starts listing his previous mock cases which got more than excellent marks from his professors, but Jefferson ignores him, looking at you instead.

    “With your grades, we all know who you need to partner with to maintain that scholarship. Wouldn’t want to go back to Ma and Pa’s farm in Nebraska, would you? What do they farm, again?” He looks you up and down with an appraising sneer. “Oh, that’s right! Pigs.”

    Your face turns bright red, and you clench your fists, standing so you’re face to face with Jefferson—well, face to chest with Jefferson. He is ridiculously tall. “How dare you!”

    He smirks and cocks an eyebrow at you. “Just trying to look out for you, shorty.”

    Before either you or Alex can say anything, Jefferson walks out of earshot to his seat next to James Madison across the room.

    You seethe at Jefferson’s words and start to go after him, but Herc grabs your wrist and pushes you back into your seat. He moves in front of you so he’s all you can see.

    “Hey, Y/N, don’t let him get to you,” Herc says, pushing your hair behind your ear in a brotherly gesture.

    “Alex, same,” Laurens says. “He’s just trying to rile you up.”

    You start to protest, preparing to extol the evilness of Jefferson, but Alex cuts you off.

    “(Y/N), as much as I love your compliments, you don’t need to butter me up so I’ll say yes to you. I’ll be your partner.”

    The three other guys chime in, boosting your confidence and telling you to forget Jefferson, but they are silenced by another student, Aaron Burr, yelling, “Here comes the General!”

    The class instantly quiets, waiting for Professor Washington, the toughest professor in the school, to walk through the door. “The General” nickname came from Washington’s military-like teaching methods. He prefers absolute silence while he lectured and often refers to the court as a battlefield. Despite his harshness toward dissenters in his classroom, he often is regaled as the most elegant and eloquent professor on staff. He lectures seamlessly, with complete understanding of what he is teaching and communicates it efficiently.

    Washington enters the classroom with a monarchial aura, placing his black leather briefcase on the table at the front of the room. He grips both edges of the lectern with his large hands and surveys the class for a moment. He makes eye contact with you, and you involuntarily shiver. You don’t want to get on his bad side.

    “Today, as I’m sure you all know, I will be giving you more information about the end-of-semester project that counts as 60% of your grades. I know this seems like a lot, but, trust me, with the amount of work you will be putting into it, it is justified.”

    You exchange a worried look with Laurens, who shares two other classes with you. Your workload is already difficult enough without the added stress of this project. You aren’t sure how you can get it all done.

    Washington continues speaking as he begins passing out sheets of paper. “This paper outlines the goals of the project, so I won’t bother going over it. This project is due in three weeks’ time, on December 4. That’s the Thursday before finals, for those who care.”

    You skim the handout and your foot begins jiggling restlessly. Washington will assign each pair a theoretical criminal case to defend. At the deadline, the pairs will present their projects to the class. Though it sounds straightforward, you know it definitely wouldn’t be.

    “One final thing to do before I let you out early,” Washington says, returning to his lectern and retrieving a single sheet of paper from his briefcase. “I have allowed you to pick your groups this semester when we have done small group projects, which has given me a perfect opportunity to observe your weaknesses and strengths. For this final project, however, I shall pair you myself.”

    Your heart slams in your chest. Washington is going to make the groups? A million worries flood through your mind. What if your partner has a bad work ethic? What if they don’t like you? What if they don’t understand the project?

    Alexander senses your panic and turns around to give you a helpful grin and some encouraging words. “You’ve only worked with us all semester,” he whispers, gesturing to the other three guys. “I’m sure the General’ll put you with one of us.”

    You nod, trying to siphon some comfort from his words, but all you feel is panic.

    “These groups are based on perceived ability to work together and other factors,” Washington is saying. “Listen carefully as I call your names because I will not repeat myself based on your inability to listen.”

    He begins reading the pairings and handing them their packets of case materials. You sit quietly, your leg jiggling furiously under your desk. Whispering on the other side of the classroom catches your attention. Jefferson and James Madison whisper something to each other and point at another student, Charles Lee, as Washington pairs him with Peggy Schuyler, who everyone knows is failing the class. Frowning, you mentally scold them for making fun of Charles and Peggy.

    Suddenly, a horrible idea crosses your mind: What if Washington pairs you with Jefferson? Thomas Jefferson and his loyal best friend, James Madison, have been Alexander’s and the rest of the group’s nemeses since their first day of law school. Jefferson is a self-righteous, entitled son of a wealthy pair of lawyers who lived in Virginia. He opposed every one of Alexander’s beliefs and plans, igniting several heated debates in the various classes they’d had together over the semesters. And Jefferson’s hatred of Alexander extended to his friends, even you. It even seemed like he teased you more than the guys, insulting everything from your intelligence to your y/c/h to your background. Though you throw back the insults adeptly, what he says hurts you. You already have gnawing doubts about your adequacy, and his slurs, no matter how far-fetched, cut into your self-esteem.

    You turn your attention back to Washington and listen as Laurens and Alex are paired together (with a delighted high five) and Lafayette is paired with Angelica Schuyler, a fiercely intelligent girl with a tongue to match. Catching Hercules’ eyes and hopeful grin, you pray that he would be your partner.

    Hercules got paired with James Madison, to his chagrin. Lafayette sympathetically patt Herc on the back. You close your eyes and silently pray.

    Anybody but Jefferson. Anybody but Jefferson. Anybody but Jefferson.

    Sneaking a quick glance across the room, you survey the people left to be paired with. Pickings are getting slim. You look to where Jefferson is sitting and realize that he is staring at you, his face unreadable. Clenching your jaw, you hold his gaze, refusing to be intimidated by his intense chocolate brown eyes.

    “Y/N Y/L/N,” Washington says, startling you into breaking Jefferson’s staring contest and refocusing your attention on the professor.

    You try to steady your racing heart and wipe your clammy palms on your jeans.

    “You’re with Thomas Jefferson,” Washington announces.


    Jefferson’s snort can be heard across the silent room. You can almost feel his eyes taunting you to acknowledge him. You feign calm as Washington hands you your copy of the case, hating how badly your hands are shaking.

    “There will be no switching of partners, no pleading for reassignment. Pairings are final. You may take the rest of the class time to begin delegating and acquainting yourselves if you don’t know each other already. Leave whenever you feel you have finished. I will be available to answer any questions now or via email.”

    With that, Washington pulls up a chair to the instructor’s table at the front of the room, places a pair of reading classes on his nose, and begins grading papers. The class begins to break into its pairs, the noise level increasing drastically.

    You sit motionless in your desk, eyes staring unfocused at the case in front of you. Laurens slips behind you and started massaging your shoulders.

    “Maybe we could appeal to the General,” you vaguely hear Alex say to Herc, whose expression mirrors yours. “He knows how much we hate Jefferson and his little follower.”

    Laurens shakes his head. “Washington said no appeals. We can’t.”

    “There has to be something we can do,” Alex continues, spewing out options as quickly as he can think of them. “We could poison them or something—no, just food poisoning. Jesus, you think I’d try to kill them? How about we…”

    You feel Jefferson’s eyes on you, daring you to look at him. How weak and defeated do you look right now, you wonder. Staring catatonic at the desk, motionless. He can’t see you like this. You can handle working with him. You won’t let him get to you.

    Straightening your shoulders, you stand and gather your materials. Herc, Laf, Laurens, and Alex all stare at you with wide eyes and confused expressions.

    “I got this, guys,” you say, trying to control your shaky voice. “It’s only one project, and he is one of the top students in this class.”

    Alex’s eyebrows draw together but you stop him from saying anything.

    “I’ll meet you guys for dinner later.”

    With that, you walk to the other side of the room where Jefferson is sitting, drawing courage from the quickness of your pace. The only way to make sure he doesn’t get the upper hand is go on the offensive, be the dominant one. You stop at his desk, facing him, and lean over, meeting his eyes with a steely look.

    “Listen up, Jefferson,” you say quietly but firmly. “You better work your ass off on this project. I will not tolerate any slacking off. And if you insult me even once—” you lean even closer until you can smell his conditioner (green apple) “you will regret it.”

    He holds your gaze silently, a slight crease in his forehead, but he makes no move to respond or react to your threat. Good enough.

    You straighten and hold out your hand. “Give me your phone.”

    The crease in his forehead deepens as he hesitates. “Why should I?”

    “So we can contact each other, you idiot.”

    His face reddens as you sigh and roll your eyes, but he pulls his phone out of his back pocket and slaps it into your open hand. You call your number and put his phone not in his open waiting hand but on his desk.

    “Tonight, the library, eight.” With a final silencing look, you walk out of the classroom, feeling not only Jefferson’s but your friends’ eyes on you.

    Outside the classroom, all confidence you had disappears, leaving you with nothing but sweaty palms, a buzzing sound in your ears, and Jefferson’s number in your phone. You lean against the wall and try to control your breathing. What just happened? It was such a rush.

    All you knew was that you weren’t going to let Jefferson get the upper hand.