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but its always been youu part 2 || Thomas Jefferson x Reader

part 1

word count: 1.1k+

warnings: cursing, lack of proofreading, i guess fluff

A/N: please tell me if you wanna be on my permanent tag list (put it on my asks or comments)

tags: @royalstans @lunariasilver

That night, Thomas was left to silently packing up his things. He made his bed and now he has to sleep in it. 'Gladly'.

She was now leaning on the door frame.He looked up and felt sorry for his girlfriend, her apathetic gaze into his eyes felt so empty. He usually knows whats on her mind, but now he cant seem to tell what. Of course they're done. There was nothing else to talk about. The drive home they already exchanged their last words. So what was she looking for? Is she going to beg? He already knew he hurt her, that look to Thomas was like a dagger.

"I was just a replacement wasn't I?"

He matched her apathetic gaze now. He knew the solid answer was always yes, and the silence said so too. She straightened herself, not wanting her tears to fall anymore. She knew he was sorry. She just can't understand.

"Why was she important? It was just high schoo-"

"I don't know" Whatever answer she was looking for in him, he doesn't have. He never had an answer for his feelings towards y/n. He wasn't one to believe in romantic cliches of course, but she was just there. And he wishes she were here right now.

As they finally reach the front door, he looks back at her, finally broken. Her tear stained cheeks evidently staring right back at him. Breaking the silence as his voice echoed through the room; " I wish I knew if this was right or wrong, but just know that I would have chosen you in at least a million more alternate realities, just not this one".

Reese leaving was a heavy thing for both of you. You living in solitude wasn't new of course but the extra company would always get you going. It took a couple of weeks to get used to the rather empty house. Bringing a couple of friends from work over sometimes was nice company for a while, but you knew that you had to find a roommate. You put it up on various websites; 'looking for a roommate'. There were a couple of people who showed up and some of them you fancy, but only some as most guys just came to see if they would find a 'chick' living there. You didn't really find anyone you could possibly hit it off with.

You were scrolling through twitter to find that one of your colleagues from collage is renting a rather big apartment in New York City. You immediately message him about it, thinking of the possibility of moving back to New York.

You were now being pulled towards a decision. There were plenty of Job opportunities in NYC that might suit you, and most of your family is there. Heck, when life possibly comes your way, you might even find Thomas.

You then remember how when most people flip a coin, letting 'fate' decide for them, then they would know what they really want, quietly rooting for it. Quickly trying to find a coin somewhere, you really are rooting for New York, just let 'fate' decide.

'Ok heads is New York, and tails is staying here.' You flip the coin and it landed on tails. As if you were going to actually follow it. You were just looking for confirmation. 'Just do it'.

You were there, the point of seemingly no return. Saying goodbye to the apartment. You had some bags in your hand, most of your stuff you had shipped to the apartment in New York. You were numinous in this situation, but really you were just looking for a higher chance to see Thomas. You get into the Uber, checking your flight details once more, falling half asleep halfway through the ride. Luckily, you woke up a kilometer away from the airport, preparing to get out of the Uber. Entering the airport, you go through security, and the whole process, you waited at least a few hours until your flight was boarding.

It all seemed like a flash once more, you were in the air now. Going back to your hometown, wondering if you'd just made the wrong decision. You barely got sleep last night, feeling killer excited for New York, so you dazed off in flight easily.

You heard a chime rather late in your sleep, deciding to wake up, you'd now see the skyscrapers of New York, you missed this so much more than you thought so. You were barely nervous now. Reaching the airport, the plane landed without any trouble. You called on an Uber once reaching the little lounge the airport had. Waiting a couple of minutes, you had the urge to pee. Looking around you didn't see any nearby restrooms, so you started walking, and walking, and walking, taking a few breaks as you were carrying your luggage, y'know, cause stealing is something you don't want to deal with. After a few minutes you finally found the restroom and did your stuff. Realizing that the Uber had arrived, you quickly ran out and carried your luggage. Walking fast paced you realized that you had lost yourself inside the airport. You can't seem to find where you were supposed to wait for your Uber at. You were panicking at this point. Just desperate to get to where you were supposed to be. You didn't have a choice, you had to ask someone. You just tapped a random shoulder.

"Excuse me but were do arrivals wait for taxis, I need to get there qui-"

"Y/n?"

You look up on him. It is him. The Thomas Jefferson.

"Thomas"

You didn't know how to react. Should you hug him? Should you just-. Snapping out of it, he took the lead and hugged you.

"I miss you."

You didn't know what tone to take that in. You were still a little panicked by the fact that you probably already missed your Uber and that they chose another person now. You missed him too. But you just managed to stifle out a chuckle. He was now looking at you. Why was he back?

"I was actually here to look for you again." As if you weren't already frozen in place, that statement made your heart jump with glee. You weren't aware that you started crying. Until of course he pointed it out. He cupped your face, telling you to stop crying. You cant control yourself anymore. Your lips touch his as you feel fireworks soar. He kissed you back and you stay there for some seconds. You pull away, now calm and stable. Looking at his brown eyes as you process that that actually happened.

Thomas decided to stay in your apartment as your roommate seeing as the place can fit 2 to 3 people. You both caught up with each other's lives, confessing that you both haven't forgotten about each other ever. You lived together and eventually started dating again. Your life with each other got better and better as time went on. Sure it wasn't perfect but who is?

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chanelhamitlon · 5 years ago

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but its always been you part 2 is a wip now ✨✨

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but its always been you|| Thomas Jefferson x Reader

word count: 1550

warnings: cusing, lack of proofreading, mentions of death

A/N: my first Thomas fic🙈 (Modern AU like most of them) Idk how collage works pls 😭

Inspiration: Youuu - COIN (its really good omg)

QUICK NOTE: the cuts are usually to switch between y/n and thomas

tell me if you wanna be in my permanent tag list :))

Blessed are the forgetful: for they get the better even of their blunders.

"Jefferson,Thomas". He walked up the stage to receive his much deserved diploma. Four years of extensive studying just for this moment. He looked at the crowd and as if the world suddenly stopped. He focused on this one person. She had a camera up to her face, her hair glistening in the daylight. He looked like her as if he had seen a ghost. He snapped out of it as she lowered her camera. His girlfriend, of course. She smiled at him as the announcer calls on the next graduate. He walked down and towards her. Now that he thinks about it, he'd gaze out to her like this multiple times now, but he feels this is not because of her herself. He saw someone else in her. A high school sweetheart perhaps. He might've seen the gold flakes in her e/c colored eyes as he did with Y/n. He was sure he had long forgotten about her. She was special, sure but as high school sweethearts go, they stay in high school. He was convinced the countless exes he'd have were all to drown out her calling out for him once more. Just one more time at least. He'd like to think that moving to the other side of the world also helped with the cause. That was his number one priority; to forget about the one year they spent together.

You always thought that it wasn't anyone's fault that you and Thomas broke up. It was just not in anyones best interest to keep it going after high school and if the feelings last, he'd always say that he will find you. You lost faith that he'd come back of course. Whatever goes on in high school, stays in high school. You would go on several dates with people in college but you would always find yourself comparing them to Thomas. You focused on your studies, everyone telling you that you were smart; 'If only they knew how much I know about the things that really matter'.

You look at the clock '12:34 am'. Graduation was tomorrow or later. You were trying to fall asleep, and quickly at that, but you can't refrain from overthinking. Every scenario running through your head in a fast pace. Every outcome possible, you could have saved that relationship. Were you thinking of going back to New York to find him? It was nice as it is in California. You had your essentials, a good connection to your family online, but it was never really enough. You needed him.

The day came through fast paced. You would think that one of the most important milestones in live would be savored by time, running slowly. It was the opposite, time was never forgiving of you, years came by in a glimpse. You still felt like a kid, just not now. Graduation had such a surreal feeling to it, no one was never obliged to finish school of course, but you would think that something this sentimental would finally saturate the world with colors.

At the bus ride to downtown San Fransisco, your mind drifted off with ease. The music flowing to your ears made you feel like you were in a music video, those artsy kinds who would always try to incorporate daily life then proceed with a shot of a glamorous mansion. A song comes on, one of your favorites actually, Youuu by COIN.

' She moves just like you

She tastes like you

But its always been youuu...'

They say that music with certain themes will always trigger memories, flowing back to your brain. Even the ones you could have sworn you have forgotten. Thomas springs in to mind. He was a player in high school, of course he would have found someone new by now. That year was still pretty vivid to you though. All the sneaking around, all your firsts, the mini get togethers turned dates. You remember everything.

"Hey do you want to go out on Saturday?"Thomas' voice echoes through the walls of the almost room. He was staying with his girlfriend for the meantime since her parents were to insist on them 'not spending money on property' yet. Although Thomas was to never have a problem with money, his family was filthy rich at that. He was still deciding whether to stay here, with his girlfriend, in the suburbs, content with a stable income job; or to his family in New York City, a corporate job, and maybe even to you.

"What's the occasion?" Her voice sweetly said. Running her hands through his curls. "I wanna see you dance again." He said with a light chuckle. She laughed, "Come on... I don't dance THAT bad". He enjoyed moments like this. He truly did. The light touching and cuddling, just enjoying each others presence. He knew that she was human and he was truly sorry. He was sorry that she was being played like a pawn in the game of life. He was sorry that this was temporary. He was sorry that he was looking for someone. And he is sorry that that sorry that that someone wasn't her. They both noticed that the vinyl record had stopped playing. She stood up and changed the track record. Thomas sat up and looked at her. Her back was faced towards him. 'Even her silhouette reminds him of you' . The decision is clear then.

You started working a minimum wage job to pay the bills. You live in an apartment, sharing a space with your roommate, Reese. She was kind enough as it is, you both treated each other like family. She got you through when you were looking for a job. Now paying her back, you got her a little cake to celebrate her birthday. Going home from the cake shop, you stopped your tracks to see a rather tall man in the street, he was talking to someone on his phone. 'It couldn't possibly be him'. You wanted to think rationally at that moment, but you were overtaken by your emotions. You lightly tapped his shoulder. He turned around to reveal a completely different person. You quickly apologized to the person. You weren't lying to yourself at this point, you were pretty devastated that it wasn't him.

Unlocking your apartment door, you heard mild sobs in the far left to you. That was your roommate's room. You closed the door and headed straight to her door. Knocking three times, you opened the door to a disheveled Reese, frantically grabbing tissues.

"What happened?" You were still going to approach her, mildly forcing her into toxic positivity. You were ready to listen to her. "I'm moving out." In your role as her roommate, this was the only thing that should concern you, but you were close and so you thought that something had happened at home. "My dad died. I'll move home and live there from now on." You understand completely that that was what she needed to do. You offer to help her on countless things of course. That night was one of the gloomiest in the apartment. You slowly watched her pack away most of her stuff, sulking away most days, above all that, conversation halted and was now a thing of the past.

"Have you made your decision yet?" Trying to make conversation at dinner, Thomas' girlfriend asked him to whether they would actually last or not. Long distance never really works for anyone, might as well rip the band-aid off now. Thomas looked like he was burried in a million thoughts, he looked at her apathetically, without an answer. They ate away the evening, they were the opposite of this lively restaurant. She looked at him, wanting to ask him more; what's are you thinking is at risk? what's weighing your shoulders down? is there 'a someone'?

Just as Thomas was to suggest leaving the restaurant and just saying sorry for the melancholy he brought to the evening, she stood up and suggested a dance. 'That's what they came for anyway.' He gladly accepted and took the lead, whisking her away to the dance floor. There were about 3 other couples around them, lost in their own world. He wants to think rationally, he doesn't want to loose his mind and let his emotions seep through his walls. They were slow dancing now. 'She really feels like y/n'.

"Who's y/n and why do I feel like her?"

Thomas froze. He accidentally said it out loud. There's no stoping it now, just tell her the truth; rip the band aid off.

"She's a girl I used to date in high sc-"

"Every relationship in high school stays in high school Thomas. grow up"

Thomas didn't know what to say.He didn't know why that sentiment ticked him off that way. He didn't know why his body was suddenly in flames. He didn't know what to say so all he did was run; run far away. She didn't understand. If you would've explained where you came from she would. No, she wouldn't.

Just before they reach the car she caught up to him. He turned around looking so distraught.

"Ive made up my mind."

part 2 👀?

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ctto.

(the good place x hamilton)

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my new fic keeps getting deleted 😭 but anyway im writing a new Thomas Jefferson x Reader fic 🗿🗿

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i mean 10|| Philip Hamilton x Reader

word count: 900+

warnings: mentions of sex, nudes idk, lack of proofreading, cursing

A/N: I just saw this in tiktok and It lead me to make a fic about it 🙈 this is pretty short lol

You sat on the couch as Philip left to see his friends. You just got home from a trip to Greece and you let him see his friends for a while. Of course, watching How I Met Your Mother for the 5th time got boring. You started thinking of ways to annoy your best friend so you start spamming her with random tiktok vids, no matter the vid or the context, you just spammed her like theres no tomorrow. Which lead you to calling her.

'Y/n what the fuck?? dont you have a boyfriend to bother?"

'Philip's out for the day, hes with his friends'

'Probably got tired of your bullshit HAHAHA'

'Maam-'

'You bored?'

'Obviously'

Suddenly the doorbell rang. You remembered that you ordered new lingerie last week while coming home from Greece. You propped your phone on the table getting the door. The door opened to reveal a slightly toned delivery guy with the Amazon uniforms bright blue and black colors on his shirt. It was a rather big box of lingerie since it was on sale and why not treat yourself. You did the usual when getting a package delivered and said goodbye to the delivery's guy. You go back to your best friend staring at her phone possibly scrolling through tiktok. You snapped her out of the video she's watching to tell her:

'I bought a shit ton of lingerie from amazon holy shit'.

With your best friends attention onto you now, you opened the box, making sure to not cut through anything inside. You look at the first piece on top, opening the plastic, it was a black two piece with detachable knee high mesh stockings. 'Y/n that looks so good!! Philip's gonna freak!'. You now had a wave of confidence flow through you. This is definitely gonna make sex interesting. You rumage through all of what you bought, showing your best friend each delicate piece if fabric.

The call ended after a couple of hours of just chatting and you trying one one piece for her trusted judgement. You were just cleaning up the little mess you made with all the fabric on the sofa. You each place them back in the box with the intention of hanging them later. You watched a little bit more How I Met Your Mother till you got a message.

Pip👁👅👁: Heyy babygirll, im gonna be here longer than i thought, they invited me to drink out :(( imy so much

Y/n😽💅: Babyyy miss u too!! just get home safely and i'll be ok :)) love uu 😻

Pip👁👅👁: Love you too baby :))

You prop down your phone to get back to the episode your on. It gets boring to do this over and over again, so you decide to pull out your phone and scroll through tiktok. You come across this one video that gave you an idea. You just bought new lingerie and maybe you could snap a couple of pics in them while trying them on.

For once you felt confident to maybe send Philip a little something while he's away. You try on a couple of pieces deciding which few you're going to send pictures in. You look at yourself in the mirror, you were wearing a blue lace piece covering just the right parts. You remember looking at this particular outfit on the website, feeling the worst that might happen is that your fat is going to just overflow out or whatnot. It was actually a really good fit. You snap some pics of yourself in this and maybe some more in the pink and red fit you tried on earlier. You only needed 10 pics anyways.

In the middle of your mini photoshoot, your phone chimed. It was your landlord saying the due of the rent and whatnot. You replied with a simple ok and that its Philip's turn to pay, it should be within the month. You quickly returned to your mini photoshoot, signaling yourself that time flew and its already 6:00 pm. Philip should be home around 11:30 maybe.

Once you had at least 30 photos, selecting the few 10 and deleting the others was pretty easy. 3 photos in the blue one, 4 photos in the pink one, and 3 other in the red one. You got dressed properly and went to the laundry room to wash the lot of lingerie you had on your hands. You had time to make a little dinner so you decide to make some chicken wings, of course following a recipe on your phone. You had to make sure Philip was maybe a bit tipsy before you do what you were going to.

About 3 hours passed and you were already on your way to bed when you decide to text him.

Y/n😽💅: Philippp!!

Pip👁👅👁: Y/nnnsn

Y/n😽💅: Choose a number between 1-10

Pip👁👅👁: whYyYyayYyY

Y/n😽💅: 🙈

Pip👁👅👁: 4??

Y/n😽💅: *sent 4 photos*

You finally sent it, waiting for Philips response was kinda scary considering its your first time sending him risqué images. You wouldn't knoe how to react.

Pip👁👅👁: I MEAN 10!!!

BABE I SAID 10 SEND SOME

Y/n😽💅: come home to see more 🙈

You see Philip read what you said, he didn't reply which made you question whether he would rush home to you or hang out with his friends for a little while longer. Nevertheless, you were waiting.

You were reading a book when the key shift at the front door which lead you to peep outside. Philip had his curls all over the place. He'd been rushing for sure. When he saw you leaning on the doorway to your bedroom, he looked like a child just got their christmas gift early.

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