#jeffmads gone wrong

[spaghetti-number1rated1997]

uhhhh the gays

chat i said the jeffmads wouldn’t have a happy ending

physical art until my new apple pencil arrives! (This photo is unedited besides a crop/james’ face, i used semi-transparent color sheets)

[thundercaya]

what kind of dates do you think jeffmads go on? and hamliza? :0)

Thomas and James mostly go out to dinner or go on walks. Sometimes they’ll catch a movie, but mostly they prefer to stay home for movies and reading. They’ve gone to the county fair a few times mostly to eat. They went to a monster truck rally once. It was pretty all right, but very loud.

Alex and Eliza also mostly go to dinner, because it’s hard for Alex to make time for dates OR eating, so it helps to do both at once. Eliza does sometimes manage to drag Alex to the opera or the ballet, and to museums. It’s not like Alex thinks there’s anything wrong with those things, but they take so much TIME.

[modern-and-married-jeffmads]

A Couple Sips (Jeffmads)

Here’s some more Hamilton DJ au and all that jazzy jazz. I’m diving deeper into the au and I hope you like the drabble.

Word count: 2190 Warnings: alcohol usage (if that counts), vomit (for a small fraction)

James had always preferred to stay in the shadows when it came to being involved with Thomas’ performances. He didn’t mind being around when the building was mostly empty and he was there to help set everything up. Once the crowds started pouring in though, that’s when he said his goodbyes and returned back to his dorm room to relax. Time and time again, Jefferson would invite his best friend to join him behind the screens and turntables. Thomas wanted nothing more than to show off Madison’s skills with music, but Madison just wasn’t the type of person to really enjoy loud crowds. James had always been introverted and kept to himself, while Thomas remained the life of the party wherever he went. He would even find some way to steal the spotlight from Hamilton at his own parties, which usually lead to an argument. James was there to keep everything leveled out and he was there to make sure everything was working. He wanted to help his best friend as much as he could and also saw it as a chance to gain some experience towards his degree.

Spring break was around the corner and that meant a serious spike in the number of parties that would be hosted and they were hosted any time, any day during the break.  If somebody hasn’t seen Jefferson perform before or had a sip alcohol in their life, now would have been the time for that to happen. Even though James knew Thomas for a long time as they shared their dorm, food, gone to a few small parties, and hung out on the streets here and there, James never touched a sip of alcohol. James had always been the designated driver when it came to his friends and colleagues. Aaron Burr has taken more shots than James, which amazed a lot of people, including Jefferson.

Thomas never really asked why James didn’t drink and he never really focused on the subject too much. James was very careful with everything he drank and ate, just to be on the safe side since his childhood was full of trips to the emergency room for severe food allergies. Though he never had a shot or a glass or a can, he stayed away from the booze. There was one incident though, that changed and engraved in stone James’ relationship with alcohol.

It was a Saturday night and Jefferson was hosting a rented out stadium so that everybody and their mother from three cities over could come and dance the night away. Thomas brought James along because he wanted to ensure everything was in order for tonight since it was his first stadium run. Every speaker had to emit the clearest sounds, the lights had to sync with the controls with no delays, all the songs had to work and show they weren’t corrupted, and the mic had to be loud enough to hear Jefferson’s voice from every angle. James was Thomas’ right-hand man and technician and if everything got the okay to him, then Thomas woukd moved forward. If not, some middleman was on the phone trying to get bigger issues fixed, and James worked his magic to get out the tiny, but important, kinks. Since there was a lot more ground and tech to cover, James found himself working and walking around a majority of the stadium. Once he finally made it back around to center stage where Thomas was getting his gear on, James was more tired than normal. Thomas noticed it as the smaller man let out short breathes.

“Jemmy, if you’re tired, why don’t you just stick around here with me for the night so you don’t have to go back to the dorm and then come back later?”, Thomas asked while hugging and thanking his friend for his hard work.

“I’m fine Thomas, I just need to take a small break”, James said grabbing a water from the cooler nearby and taking a sip.

“Please Jemmy. Could you stay with me? This is my first stadium performance and I want you to be there. You don’t even have to do anything and you can even put on your headphones to help block out the noise.”, Thomas pleads as he grabbed his partners hands.

James saw that Thomas really wanted him to stay and be there and he couldn’t say no to those glistening brown eyes.

James nodded, “Alright, I’ll stay, but only for you Thomas”.

James was met with a tight hug by his larger roommate. A smirk formed on his face, “Now this will definitely be a real party with AfterMadd here”, Thomas said chuckling.

James rolled his eyes as he placed his book bag behind the bench. They could hear the roar of crowds coming through the many corridors of the stadium and not too long after, the stadium was packed. Almost other person had some kind of drink in their hand as the head-banged and danced to the music. The large waves of energy filled the night as the moon amplified the colors of the glow in the dark bracelets and headbands. There was no such thing as personal space during the rave, but somehow, James still managed to keep his distance from most of the people. He sat next to Jefferson, who towered over his instruments, rocking his body to the beat of the music and the crowds around him. Since James was on the shorter side, he was able to stay pretty hidden behind everything, but Thomas glanced at him every once in a while to make sure everything was okay. Thomas, too, had a couple shots laid across his station, but nothing too mind altering that debilitated him from crafting various masterpieces.

A couple of people on the sideline noticed James who was mostly sitting there, nodding his head every once in a while to the beat. One of the females thought he was cute and decided to bring him one of those stereotypical red cups with a dark brown liquid. James wanted to say no but decided to be polite and take the cup with no intention of consuming any of the contents. Jefferson noticed the handoff and during quick intermission, he spoke to James about it.

“Do you know who she was?”, Thomas asked taking a hold of the cup.

“No Thomas, she came out of nowhere and offered me a drink. I took it to not seem rude and to get her to go.”, James replied looking around at the various faces.

Thomas examined the inside of the cup before taking a sip. “It’s just rum and root beer. It’s not a bad mix really. You should try it, Jemmy.”

“I’ll pass, thank you.” James sternly said as he held his hand up declining.

“Aw, come on James, the night is going great, everything is working fine, and I feel you could use this. It could help loosen you up and get your shoulders rollin’”, Thomas said lightly wiggling the cup in his hand.

James shook his head, determined to keep the cup away.

Jefferson furrowed his eyes brows at his friend's stubbornness, but a smirk came over him. He took another swallow from the cup before saying, "Well I guess you don’t want to give it a try. You’re missing out on this sweet vanilla root beer concoction. It’s like a root beer float minus the cold mess of the ice cream.”

James sat there for a moment as he let his friend’s statement sink in. He knew there was rum in the drink, but he was a sucker for any kind of sweets whether it be a food or drink. He took into the account how Thomas has already downed almost half the cup, so it was not like he was drinking a ton. He decided since he took the bold move to stay for the party, that he’d take another bold one.

He grabbed the cup from Jefferson’s hand and swirled the drink around, staring deeply into it as he put a lot of thought into his actions. Thomas reassured him that he was there for him in case something were to happen and he trusted Thomas since he had a high tolerance. James took a deep breath before taking a sip. His lips immediately pucker as he felt the contents go down. Jefferson sat there, reading his friend’s face, but soon learning that he enjoyed it as James relaxed and took another sip. Jefferson smiled as he put his headphones back on and started up the music again. As the night went forth, different people would come and bring various drinks and shots that James decided to explore. He really enjoyed the Jell-O shots and consumed three of them. As he drank away, his body felt fine at first with a slight buzz, but he assumed it was normal. Soon he felt his body become slightly heavier and limp as his head began to swim. Thomas didn’t even notice that James got up and staggered his way through the crowd to the bathroom. James left Thomas a text though to tell him where he was at. Jefferson noticed the light blinking on his phone and checked the message. He looked and nodded feeling James would be back in no time and gave the message no mind. He continued to work his magic all night long until the sun began to rise in the sky.

The crowd was finally draining from the stadium leaving behind piles of trash and clothing that the maintenance workers began to clean up. Jefferson sat down in a nearby chair, exhausted from the party and was ready to go home and not wake up for the next week. The tired Virginian looked over at the empty stage and saw no James around. He groggily called out his friend’s name, but with no response. Thomas sat there and thought about where he could have gone until he looked back through his phone and reread the message from last night. His eyes widened as he immediately jumped from the seat.

He bounced off stage and began running around checking every bathroom he could find until he heard a small groan come out of one near the back exit of the stadium. His heart was racing as he slowly went into the bathroom to find James on the floor laying next to the toilet. Jefferson knew something was immediately wrong since James would never come close to using a bathroom in this condition. He checked the surroundings a saw the toilet was nearly flooded from vomit, presumably James’ since it was a one stall bathroom. Thomas slowly picked the small man up, who let out a painful groan as he held his stomach. Thomas took a good guess at what had happened and immediately got into their car and headed back to the dorms.

Once inside with his friend close to his chest, he took him to the bathroom. Thomas removed the soiled clothing and placed James in the tub as he ran some warm water. As Thomas cleaned off his friend’s face, James came to and slowly fluttered his eyes opened. He looked around as he held his head due to a hammering headache. His face turned bright red as he realized he was naked and Thomas was bathing him like a child. Though he was embarrassed, Thomas’ touch was gentle and delicate like he was touching a flower. He liked it.

“James, I’m sorry about all this. I shouldn’t have made you try anything if I knew this would happen. I was so scared something happened when I couldn’t find you, but I’m glad I did.”, Thomas said looking down at the water. “You don’t have to come to any more outings if you don’t want to and I completely understand.”

James held on to his friend’s hands and planted a small kiss on his nose. “Even though the night...morning....whatever, ended like this, I’m glad I got see you have fun with what you do”.

Thomas let out a sigh of relief, glad his best friend wasn’t upset at him and gave him a light hug.

James hugged him back as he whispered, “but I’m just never going to drink anything again”.

Thomas chuckled, “Agreed”.

James let Thomas finish bathing him off before helping him out, got dressed in some clean comfortable clothing, and helped him into the bed. Jefferson took a quick shower himself before putting on some jogging pants and bringing James some water, headache meds, and some soup to help settle his head and stomach. James lightly smiled as he grabbed his phone and began playing some low bluegrass.

“Let’s just have our own quiet after-party here”, James said scooting over on his bed.

Thomas warmly smiled before sitting next to James under the blanket.

Thomas took some medicine before leaning his head on James’ shoulder. “I could get used to this down time”.

James nodded and both soon nodded off.

Thomas locked the door so nobody could disturb the two men as the slept in for the whole day.

[my-dear-anonym]

The Calm and the Storm:Pirate AU

Masterpost

Chapter One: Take it Neat

AN

WELCOME TO ANOTHER HAMILTON FANFICTION PROUDLY PRESENTED BY MY-DEAR-HAMMY!!!! I hope you enjoy it!!!

This is a multiple ship fic. There are several different ones in play, including but not limited to: Jamilton, Hamburr, hamlaf, mariliza,lams,jeffmads, just to name a few. Hamilton is a fuck boy so 

This is also going to probably be my smuttiest fic I’ll ever write. I’m so going to hell.

Okay, let's lay some ground rules. 

Smut warnings begin and end with:®®®

*** Usually mean either a time skip or a change in character focus or something similar. I use them to break up the writing.

Words encased in * * mean actual character quote from history.

And this ~~~ separates dreams and flashbacks and shit. Everyone got it? Cool.

Thank you to those who actually provided impute and suggested ships and characters and whatnot. It's very much appreciated.

Let's get this ship moving, eh?

Since it's pre revolution, all Americans are still considered English.

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Warnings: battle, blood, death, drinking

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Swords slashing, gunsmoke hanging heavy in the air. Breathe it in. Jefferson leveled his pistol and fired, a puff of smoke stained whatever's left of his onrusher's face, which isn't very much. Sidestep, whirl and block the blade that's aimed for his back. The man who'd gone for his back looked up at him and paled. That was dishonorable and he knew it, never go for the back of a man. Jefferson cut him down with no mercy. A different pistol in hand and another man collapsing across the deck. The man that had been defending against the now dead man's sword glanced over, grinned in thanks, and launched at their next target.

The deck was slick with the spilled life blood of fallen men. Probably all good men who worked an honest living back home. At least, they did until the war began. Didn't matter now, they're life was over at the end of Jefferson's sword.

The blue clad men shrunk back as they realized resistance was futile. Arms dropped to the deck and hands raised in surrender and Jefferson's crew stopped their slaughtering.

Jefferson stalked forward, "Where's your Captain?" he asked loudly.

"Here," a man stepped forward and Jefferson could immediately place him as Captain by the uniform, blue coat that hung to the knees decorated by all sorts of flashy French gold and emblems. It was buttoned so Jefferson couldn't see what he wore beneath.

"Captain," Jefferson greeted, nodding his head slightly.

"Johann de Kalb," the Captain supplied.

"Thomas Jefferson. Captain Johann de Kalb, you and your crew are now a prisoner of the British Royal Navy and your ship is his King's property." Jefferson went to leave but halted when Kalb called after him.

"Attendez(Wait)"

Jefferson turned slightly to look over his shoulder at the man. "Speak then."

"Je souhaite vous défier à un duel(I wish to challenge you to a duel)."

Jefferson turned to face him fully. "The terms?"

"Si je gagne, nous allons libres sans entrave. Si vous gagnez, notre destin vous incombe(If I win, we go free without hindrance. If you win, our destiny is yours)."

Jefferson scoffed. "I've already won. Why would I duel you?"

"Parce que vous êtes un homme honorable(Because you are an honorable man)."

Goddamnit. Why did everything use the honor card on him? "Very well, I accept your terms. Stand, as the challenged, swords will be the weapons. Draw, good sir."

The Frenchman, Kalb, drew his sword, twirled it with skill precision before launching at Jefferson, throwing every duel protocol out the window. "Die you British scum!" he screamed. Jefferson easily sidestepped the sloppy attack, stuck out his foot and Kalb went tumbling to the floor and froze when the tip of Jefferson's sword poked at his neck.

"If you kill me, the Marquis de Lafayette will hunt you down, slit your throat, and leave your ship nothing more than a burning blaze," Kalb spat.

"Ah, so he does speak English. Well, Captain, get used to it, it's going to be the only thing you here for many years to come. Throw him in the brig." Jefferson turned his back and walked away.

Kalb leaped to his feet and launched at Jefferson's back only to be brutally cut down. "I may be honorable, but you sir, are not," Jefferson said as the French Captain sank to the deck, Jefferson not even turning to face him.

Kalb laughed darkly. "The Marquis is coming for you Jefferson. He's coming."

"Long live the King," Jefferson replied.

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"Well done men!" Jefferson shouted, back aboard his own ship. "Tonight, we break open the rum caskets and celebrate! Tomorrow, we continue our course!"

The men cheered and started hefting out the rum. "Madison," Jefferson said to the man standing to his right.

"Captain?"

"How long do you bet it'll be before they break into song?"

"Ten seconds."

"I'll bet five," Jefferson said, watching his crew.

Right on cue, five seconds later, the crew broke out into song.

Ben Backstay was our bosun, A very merry boy. For no one half so merrily, Could pipe all hands ahoy. And when unto his summons, We did not well attend. No lad than he more merrily, Could handle the rope's end.

Could handle the rope's end, Could handle the rope's end.

Chip chow cherry chow, Faldee riddle iddle ow. Chip chow cherry chow, Faldee radle day.

Madison flipped a couple of coins over to Jefferson who was grinning broadly, leaning against the helm with his own bottle of wine to chug from.

While sailin' once our Captain, Who was a jolly dog. Served out to all the company, A double whack of grog. Ben Backstay he got tipsy, All to his heart's content. And he being half seas over boys, Right overboard he went.

Right overboard he went, Right overboard he went.

This time Jefferson joined in on the chip chows. Singing is good for the naval crew, it's encouraged. It distracts the mind and keeps sailors sane while they work hard. If a crew doesn't sing, something's wrong.

A shark was on the starboard bow, And sharks no man can stand. For they to grapple everythin', Just like them sharks on land. We heavin' out some tacklin', To give his life some hope. But as the shark bit off his head, He couldn't see the rope.

He couldn't see the rope. He couldn't see the rope.

Jefferson laughed and elbowed Madison to join in. Madison grimaced at the thought and just laughed as Jefferson and the rest of the crew sang through the chip chows again.

Without a head his ghost appeared, All on the briny lake, He piped all hands ahoy and cried, Lads warnin' by me take. By drinkin' grog I lost me life, And you my fate could meet. So never mix your rum, my lads, But always take it neat.

But always take it neat, But always take it neat.

Jefferson fell silent and watched his crew with contentedness as they finished up the last chorus of chip chows and launch into the next song. This was the best life had to offer.

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AN

The shanty is posted below if you want to actually hear what it sounds like.

https://youtu.be/mO1j6xx2HhQ

*Whispers* I have some major plans for a couple of future shanties/songs to pay attention to what's being used and whatnot.(this one's not important)

How was the first chapter????

Next chapter, the infamous Hamilton.

I swear, I keep forgetting to tag, Y’all requested to be tagged in everything so I’m tagging you here too. @hamilton-angst @unabashedinternetruins  @purpledramallamas

[jeffmadsrqandrp]

Alien Infection AU (ALI)

Alien Infection AU (ALI)

James Gets infected with this alien disease by coming in contact with an alien when he's abducted for them to study. The disease actually starts turning you into that species of alien, slowly taking you over until you're not even human anymore, just a mix of alien and whatever you used to be Alex is a government scientist who works in area 57 (Area 51 is just a front) and him and James are best friends, which was one of the reasons James was targeted. After James gets infected, his girlfriend (Dolly Payne) Breaks up with him, calls him a freak, and takes all of everything she owns away, leaving poor James broke, Jobless, and in a crappy apartment with only his cat Payne to keep him company. Aaron, the alien that accidentally touched Jemmy, gets exiled from their society since he exposed them to the humans and messed up whatever tests they had planned. Aaron has black eyes with gold pupils, skin that's tinged blue, and the same blue glowing markings that James has, and he dresses a bit skimpy. Now obviously He didn't mean to touch and infect James! He was just so fascinated by how pretty James is. So when he's exiled he's obviously sent to earth, and the government finds his escape pod in the forest. Aaron hides himself as they look for him inside, but spots the boy he touched. James eyes have gone from the soft brown he was fascinated with to a shimmering gold, whites and all. He seems to be crying non stop, even though he's not sad, and he has glowing blue markings just like Aaron's spiraling up his cheeks, arms, stomach, everywhere. Aaron decides he needs to apologize and explain himself, so he follows him and the scrappy boy he's with back home. When he sneaks into their room and gently shakes James awake, and gets some surprising results. He didn't expect James to scream bloody murder and wake up Alex! Turns out James was staying at Alex's house that night. So now he's sat here on the floor with a gun pointed in his face, what else is he to do but defend himself? He sits there and explains everything that's happened so far, his exile and how he didn't mean to hurt James, etc etc, and James feels bad for him. He can tell how genuine the small chubby alien is being, so he offers to let him stay with them and to teach Aaron about society. Aaron excepts gleefully, hugging James and giving Alex a big smile (so he won't infect him) But after a day or two, Aaron remembers something and realizes that's why he's felt off. He forgot Thomas! Thomas is a cyborg he created on his last mission to earth. His boss had ordered experiments on the human and they had gone horribly wrong, ending up in Thomas loosing his right eye, left art, right leg, and a good chunk of his stomach. When the other scientists had wanted to just let him die, Aaron had refused, stealing Thomas away from the lab and working day and night to save him. He had always been against human experiments, but seeing what Thomas had to go through only cemented that belief. He worked for weeks to help Thomas, keeping him on special life support, re designing his biology, creating new limbs and organs and whatever else he needed to survive. After almost a month, he had finished. Thomas had been completely re-routed, a new electronically supported heart in his chest, his organs changed so he wouldn't need to eat, he was given a new completely functional arm and leg, and the chunk of his face he had lost was repaired and he was given a new eye (Even if he had to shave half his head, which wouldn't grow back) . When he finally recovered, Thomas thanked Aaron, thanked him for everything. He had been conscious throughout all this time, Aaron had been there to keep him company, to make sure he wasn't in pain, anything he needed. Aaron helped Thomas integrate back into society, giving him the tech needed for him to hide his cyborg nature. Before the abduction Thomas was a high up government scientist, and thanks to his connections he was able to regain that job when he was fully healed. That had been a year ago, and Aaron had promised to check in with him, so he has too. He tells James and Alex the truth, seeing no need to lie, and Alex nearly dies because what's the chance that his mortal enemy/ hardcore crush of both him and James, is actually a cyborg who knows Aaron?? Thomas is another scientist, and works wide by side with Alex, so thank god for that. So Alex invites Thomas over to his house, and Aaron is overjoyed to see him, right? So they talk and talk and talk, and somehow, Thomas gets drunk enough to admit he's head over heels in love with James, and has a major crush on Alex. Aaron vows to help get them together, not even realizing that he has feelings for all three. John is an alien from another planet, and Aaron's old best friend and boyfriend. He was exiled when he caused a prison break and saved a bunch of captured humans. Everyone thought he was dead because that's what everyone was told, but he was actually just living on earth helping the government learn more about aliens. After his planet exiled him, he met Alexander, and they've been friends for a while. Although Alex doesn't actually know john is an alien until he introduces Aaron and John to each other, but when he learns he's salty as hell. John was also the one who was able to help Alex come up with the 'cure' (it was only a serum to get rid of any of the dangerous affects of the infection) For James. James doesn't ever stop crying, and his blue veins are very sensitive to the touch. His eyes are always dripping gold tears, no matter what emotion he's feeling, but they do glow different colors when he's feeling happy, sad, etc. Blue is sad, Pink is pleasure or sexual, red is rage, no color is happy, green is envy and mixes of emotions are generally mixes of colors. Eventually James, Alex and Thomas all end up together, but Alex drifts away from them and towards Aaron and John, so in the end it's LamsBurr and Jeffmads

[ao3feed-lams]

Hamilton gone to Hell (and by the looks of it, i ain't seeing it leaving)

read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2ot5J6N

by shippingParaphernalia

I remember that night I just might remember that night-- it was a winter's dance I remember those soldier boys digging into my shirt and up my pants I remember that dreamlight candlelight that set Peggy's hair aflame But aleHANDJOB I WILL NEVER FORGET THE FIRST TIME I SCREAMED YOUR NAME

 [My amazing new side-fic to 'Hamilton gone to Hell.' You don't have to read that to read this, but feel free to if you want! For all I know, this project will only be a few chapters long. They're not even the full songs...just segments -w-'' All the same though, comments are better than kudos, and appreciated! <3]

Words: 228, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Hamilton - Miranda

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, Aaron Burr, Angelica Schuyler, Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler, Margaret "Peggy" Schuyler, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, Hercules Mulligan, Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette, Theodosia Prevost Burr, George III of the United Kingdom, George Washington, literally everyone yo

Relationships: Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens, Alexander Hamilton/Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler, Alexander Hamilton/Angelica Schuyler, Thomas Jefferson/James Madison, Aaron Burr/Theodosia Prevost Burr

Additional Tags: This Is STUPID, crackfic, Intentionally Bad Spelling & Grammar, Bad Spelling & Grammar, The shitty continuation to Hamilton gone to Hell, You asked for this, don't blame me, Hamilton gone wrong, Bisexual Alexander Hamilton, jeffmads - Freeform, Lams - Freeform, Parody, Me screwing around, I Don't Even Know, What Have I Done, Be Careful What You Wish For, This is all my readers fault, Well I'm the one who wrote it soo, If you read this you are going to hell, Sorry Not Sorry, Hamilton soundtrack, hamilton crack, Joke Fic

read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2ot5J6N

[headoverhiddles]

jeffmads- sugar

Sugar was a pet name Thomas had always called James. Ever since they started dating, they had adopted it as his official nickname, (aside from Jemmy), and with Thomas’ sweet, southern drawl, it sounded perfect. 

Right now, James was taking this name to a whole new, unbearable level. 

“Jemmy,” Thomas murmured, eyes unable to tear away from his husband’s lips, “You’ve got a…” 

“What?” James frowned, sucking on his sugar-coated lemon jelly candy. He rarely ate sweets at all, but when he did, the jelly gummies were his favourite.

“Jesus, Jemmy, you…” Thomas sighed. This whole image was seriously arousing him, and if James didn’t do something about the sweet substance staining his lips…

“What, tell me?” James insisted, and Thomas had to wonder how he hadn’t realized yet. 

“You’ve got… mmm, wow that’s… okay…” 

“Stop babbling, Thomas, why are you staring like that?” James demanded. Thomas gave up, and surged forward, licking his tongue over his husband’s lips until all the sugar was gone.

“Ah,” James smirked, “The sugar. You could have simply spit it out when I asked you what was wrong.”

“Nothing was wrong,” Thomas wiggled his eyebrows, “And as you know, my dear James, I never spit.”

James swallowed his last candy, and licked over where Thomas had tasted his lips. “Care to demonstrate?” 

“Gladly, sugar.” 

[emotivema]

I’m Never Coming Back - JeffMads Shortfic - Modern AU

(By the way, all of this is in Madison’s perspective. Hope you all enjoy. Also, their might be a few grammar mistakes and stuff.)

James sat still on the couch, staring blankly at the television with his arms on his legs. The tv was blank, pitch black but that seemed to make his mind clear enough to rethink everything from the past year. He has been with Thomas for what seemed like a whole year, probably even more. James remembered the day when Thomas first asked him on a date. He remembered the flustered look on Thomas’ face while he talked. It was the best day of his life and he knew that that day would be memorized in his mind forever but now, he just wants it to fade away. James remembered the times when they would go out, spend time with each other, talk to each other, love each other but one day, it stopped. Thomas started going to work much earlier in the morning and came back near at least 3 am. He never slept besides James anyone, rarely giving him kisses and as much affection as he used to. Now, Thomas comes back drunk. A complete mess. He comes back with medium sized, purplish bruises on his neck but James always seemed to push that aside, that thought in his head that he refuses to agree with. He knows that Thomas loves him and he would never do something like that. He was so clueless. James sighed quietly to himself, his hands fidgeting slightly as he quickly looked up at the clock then back at the tv. He still has time. Going back to the memories, James remembered the first time that Thomas actually hit him. He slapped him right across his face, muttering words of disgust and hatred. James just thought he did something wrong, that he deserved it. Soon, physical violence was on Thomas’s to-do list to James every time he came back. And every time, he was drunk, more of those bruises seemed to tattoo themselves onto his skin. James, of course, pushed the thoughts away, saying to himself that he deserves this, that he himself caused this to happen. About two weeks ago, James decided to visit Thomas while he was working. He was sorta eavesdropping on Thomas while he was on the phone, hearing something about heading to Alexander’s house for a meeting or something. James couldn’t quite remember but that was where he was heading. Once he arrived to Alex’s apartment, the door was actually unlocked. ‘Strange..’ He thought to himself but shrugged it off as he opened the door and walked inside. James walked around the small apartment but seemed to stop when he heard muffled sounds coming from the door next to him. Curious, he slowly opened the door but when he saw what was making the noise, he really wished he hadn’t even opened the door to begin with. What he saw was something that he could never unsee. Something that shattered his heart into millions and billions of pieces. Tears quickly started to fall from his face as he slammed the door and ran out of the apartment. Once he made it back to his house that he shared with Thomas, he broke down into a sob. That was it. He finally understood now. Thomas never loved him, never cared, never appreciated, never noticed. James was done. A few days had past and James noticed that Thomas has been acting differently lately. More like his caring old self. ‘He probably knows that it was me who caught him. Now he wants me to think that he loves me now. Tch’ He kept thinking to himself but he played along with Thomas until it was time. Now, the present. James is still on the couch, tears threatening to fall but a small smile on his face. He heard the door open, knowing now that it was time to say good bye. James stood up and turned to see a drunk Thomas, dropping his things to the floor. I guess he couldn’t stop himself this time. “Thomas?” James said quietly, tensing up a bit when Thomas turned to look at him. “Not now, James.” He responded. ‘Not now? This is the only chance I have’ James thought, not being able to say that out loud. “Thomas.” He said, more sternly. James already wanted to finish this conversation. He breathed in then out slowly, thinking of the words to say then finally speaking up, not holding back anymore. “Thomas it’s been one year. One year and probably even more some when we first got together. I thought you were the one, I really did. You seemed like the one that was going to treat me right and be my always but no. You had to fuck it up. I love you Thomas, I really do but I can’t take this much longer. I’m tired. Tired of the abuse, the lying,…even you. You can also quit that little nice guy act because I already know. You cheated on me with Alexander. Someone that you hate with a burning passion, someone who you used to always come to me and talk about when you seemed to lose from your little battles. So why? Why would you cheat on me, a person who loves you till the end of time with someone who you hate? Or do you not hate him anymore? I actually don’t care anymore because i’m over this, Thomas. I have my things packed and since I knew you were going to be drunk, I left you a little note by the bed.” James sighed, finally able to get that stuff out of his mind. It took a moment for Thomas to register what he said, still in his drunken state. James rolled his eyes and picked up his bags. “Are you serious? You’re not actually going to leave me. You have no place to go besides here, you have no one.” Thomas chuckled, finally able to speak. “Hercules was willing to let me spend the night at his house. Plus, this place is actually mine so when you wake up, I accpect you to be up and gone with your things packed or i’m filing a restraining order. Your choice I guess.” James walked past Thomas to the door but he grabbed his arm. “You won’t have anybody when i’m gone, James? Do you hear me? You’ll be alone.” Thomas held his arm slightly tighter. James pulled away from him, opening the door. “I’ll manage, Thomas. I’ll manage.” He walked out, closing the door behind him, leaving a slightly drunk Thomas to stand still, staring at the door.

(This was horrible! I’m so sorry you guys)

[thundercaya]

Okay but jeffmads where tjeff is super protective over James when he's sick Or ham or someone is arguing with him and he's just like,,, Allow me to tell you why yoURE WRONG And James is like 'calm yourself' but secretly happy about it

(I was super stuck on this one, so I ended up making it high school AU. I hope that’s okay.)

James Madison was at the point where he couldn’t pinpoint when one illness passed and the next one hit him. He did know one thing for sure: he had to go to class. His workload was way too big for him not to.

He muddled through most of the day, but by lunch he was utterly exhausted, a fact that was not lost on Thomas Jefferson.

“You should come to my house after school and take a nap,” Thomas said, holding James close to his chest as they both sat on the floor in their usual hallway. “Then I can have tea ready for you when you wake up.”

“I can’t take a nap,” James muttered, trying not to drift right then and there in his boyfriend’s arms. “Too much homework.”

“Don’t come to school tomorrow,” Thomas said. “I’ll bring you your homework and you’ll have the weekend to do both days of it.”

“Don’t tempt me,” James sighed.

Thomas let out a groan. “Oh, great.”

“What?” James asked, opening his eyes to see Alexander Hamilton approaching them.

“What do you want, Hamilton?” Thomas asked.

“Nothing to do with you,” Alex said. “James, can I see your history notes? My pencil ran out of lead in the middle of class and I missed some stuff before I could find my refills.”

“I didn’t take very good notes today,” James said. “I was too busy dying.”

Alex took a couple steps back. “If it’s that bad, why are you here? You’re gonna get the rest of us sick, too, and I definitely don’t have time for that.”

“Relax,” James sighed. “It’s not contagious.”

Alex squinted at him skeptically, then turned his gaze on Thomas. “What about you? How are you feeling?”

“Fit as a fiddle,” Thomas said.

“See?” James said. “No one in my family is sick either, so you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

Alex hummed thoughtfully, hand on his chin. “If no one else has been catching what you’ve got, have you considered that you’re not actually sick?”

“Have you considered that no one asked for your opinion?” Thomas snapped. “You sure are being an asshole for someone who was asking for a favor five seconds ago, but I guess that’s just your default setting.”

“I’m not saying he’s faking, if that’s what you’re upset about,” Alex defended. “I was just suggesting that maybe it’s in his–”

“That’s none of your business, either,” Thomas said. “Now leave us alone. James already told you he doesn’t have the notes. Why don’t you go to your noisy friends and see if one of them did their work for once?”

Alex bristled. “Fine. Whatever. I hope he’s wrong and you catch whatever’s he’s got.” He turned and stormed away.

“You didn’t have to go that far,” James said.

“Fuck that,” Thomas said. “I should have gone further.” He squeezed James tighter. “Besides, you love it.”

“I’m not confirming that,” James said, but he didn’t deny it, either.