#thomas jefferson drabble

[dorkszn]

— letting you do their hair

— thomas j, alexander h, and phillip h x gn reader, john laurens x masc reader

+ black coded reader for thomas and john! modern-ish au!

PHILLIP H !

✩ he loves letting you do this hair. sometimes you don’t even have to ask, he’ll ask you.

✩ he only trust you and his parents to wash it and take care of it

✩ you style it a lot for him and eliza loves it

✩ tender headed as fuck

✩ if someone flirts with him in public, especially if they bring up his hair, he’ll just go on and on about you

✩ “oh my hair? yeah it’s nice, ain’t it? my (s/o) did it. Aren’t they so skilled?”

✩ you teach him how to braid his hair and style it the way you do so he can do them himself if there’s a time you’re not around

☆ watching your favorite shows 🤝 washing and drying his hair

THOMAS J !

☆ he is so protective of his hair. like he’s the only one allowed to touch it

☆ so obviously it took you a lot of begging and convincing but he eventually gave in

☆ he’ll make snarky comments and act like a baby when you first wash his hair or attempt to style it but a little pop with the comb gets him to shut up

☆ he almost fell asleep the first time you braided his hair, but he likes to pretend it never happened

☆ so embarrassed to ask you to wash his hair and you can’t help but tease him for it

☆ after a while, he had you braiding his hair once a week for an extra curl

☆ you guys have matching bonnets

☆ he will literally call James mid hair session and just start talking about the government with him

☆ he was very skeptical about your products but eventually they become the only thing he uses

ALEXANDER H !

☆ he was genuinely surprised when you asked him to do his hair

☆ he hadn’t had anyone to do it or take care of it for years, especially since his mother passed

☆ “you’d do that for me?” he’d question, genuine shock on his face

☆ and it takes all of both of you to not start crying when you do take care of his hair

☆ the first time you washed it for him was the most relaxed you’d ever seen him

☆ it was the most loved he’d felt for a while

☆ then there were times were you just played in his hair

☆ whether we was working or just watching tv, you were putting silly little styles in his hair. and it he loves it. he thinks it’s adorable.

☆ some mornings, he ask you to put his hair up for him or slick it back for him just so he can have the best start to his day

☆ his hair was very first thing he asked you to do when he came back from war

☆ scalp massages >>>

☆ they’re one of the only things that convince him to leave his office, just for a little bit

JOHN L !

☆ after he meets you, he refuses to do his hair unless you’re away on a trip

☆ he whines and pleads, making an excuses on “how you do so much better” and “how loved it makes him feel” while giving you kisses

☆ but if you’re truly tired, of course he’ll give you a break

☆ you came home once and found him wearing your bonnet/durag

☆ you also do most of his haircuts

☆ he doesn’t mind his hair growing out but he knows it’s getting too long when you start beating him while play fighting

☆ to him if you’re winning, his hair is messing with his vision and it’s a “handicap”

☆ definitely gets popped with the comb everytime you do his hair

“john, could you turn your head just a little bit?” you question, your frustration already growing. he couldn’t help but tease you constantly, it was in his nature. he slightly turns his head with a small smirk on his face, knowing he was pissing you off.

“john, don’t play with me right no—“ you cut off your words when john grabs you by the waist and pulls you in and onto his lap. his hand gripping the outside of your thigh to support you as you straddle his legs.

“this angle good enough for you?” he asks, giving you his typically stupid grin. you can’t help but softly smile as you look at him, your previous anger from before leaving.

“t’s fine, i guess.” you shrug before going back to attempting to cut his hair.

“see? why let anyone else do my hair when i can have you do it for free and get a lap dance at the same time?” he says nonchalantly, continuing to scroll on his phone. his free hand caress your thigh and slithering back to ass.

“john, i swear you’re going to wake up bald one day.”

[astralaffairs]

hi!! before i go i jus wanna say, I love your work 🙏🏽 and I finally watch hamilton last night so I might write for it as well 😋😋 but i have a drabble idea.

anyways— thomas having a dance/ball for a campaign during the election and he meets aaron’s little sister, mc, who snuck in. and he can’t help but take interests in her.

“Now, what’s a lady like you doin’ getting a drink just for yourself? Nobody’s offered to do that for you yet?”

Y/N froze as her fingers met the stem of the champagne flute. She had promised herself she would stay to the outskirts of the ball, and her only goal for the night had been to avoid courting attention. However, the packed room was warm, and it was only more so at its perimeter under the lights, and the crisp bubbly had looked oh-so-inviting.

She turned with a polite smile as she picked up the glass, but her eyes widened when she saw the man behind her with his gleaming smile and his velvet suit. She recognized him instantly; after all, she’d seen him before, and he’d even been in her home, but they’d never formally met. He raised an eyebrow when her smile faltered. “I’ve only just arrived. I haven’t had a chance to speak to much of anyone just yet.”

“Then I’m gonna have to count myself lucky to have found you when I did. Thomas Jefferson.” He offered her a hand as he introduced himself, and when she took it, he dipped down to press a soft kiss to her knuckles. Her eyes went even wider.

She cleared her throat as he drew himself back up to his full height, still holding her by the fingertips, and it took a moment for it to occur to her to withdraw her hand. “You’re the host of this ball, then, if I’m not mistaken. Thank you for opening your home to us like this.”

“Believe me, sugar, the pleasure’s all mine,” he said. “Who’re you here with? Feel like I’ve seen you around, but I can’t put my finger on it.”

“Oh, um, my family’s here somewhere. I came on my own, though, and I was planning to meet them here.”

“Your family?” He pursed his lips. “You’re not a Schuyler, are you?”

“No, no, certainly not,” she replied before hastily adding, “although the Schuylers are lovely people, of course. To be a part of their family would make one lucky.”

“So you know the Schuylers, then?” he mused, and she nodded. His growing smile was making her mouth go dry. “I know where I recognize you from; you’re a Burr, aren’t you? Aaron’s sister?”

“I am, yes.” Her smile was tense, laced with unease. His grin was bright as he plucked a drink for himself off of the table behind them.

“So why haven’t I seen you at one of these before? Your family trying to keep you locked away from all the politics?” he asked, and as her eyebrows fell, he could see the look in her eyes sour.

“They’ve decided I can’t be trusted at this kind of event,” she said bitterly, and he quirked a brow. “Aaron claims he’s afraid I’ll say the wrong thing and jeopardize his career, but really, I think he just can’t deal with the idea of splitting people’s attention between us.”

“But you finally proved yourself trustworthy?” he asked mildly, taking a sip of his drink, and she shrugged uncomfortably.

“I suppose so.”

“Then where’s your dear brother now, hm? Why aren’t you here with the rest of your family?” He watched her expectantly, and when she didn’t answer right away, his grin broadened. “They don’t even know you’re here, do they?”

“No, and you’re not going to be the one to tell them,” she said sharply, pointing her champagne flute at him. He raised his eyebrows, amused by the fervor in her tone. “I had to walk miles alone in the dark to get here; I am not being thrown out as soon as I arrive.”

“Well, sweetheart, if you’re not with them, then really, I should be sendin’ you on your way.” Despite the threat, his voice was breezy, and she frowned.

“And what do you have to gain from kicking me out?”

“The respect and appreciation of your family,” he suggested blithely. “The knowledge that I’m not leavin’ a young lady to walk home alone ‘n vulnerable at the end of the night. ‘S just the right thing to do, really.”

She eyed his small smile for a moment before slowly asking, “But despite that, you’d rather I stay, wouldn’t you?” He shrugged unabashedly. “You’re quite shameless, aren’t you, Mr. Jefferson?”

“Only on a good day.” He winked as he took a sip of his drink. “After all, you went through all that effort to get here. There’s gotta be a good reason for it, huh?”

“Of course. I’m here to expand my mind just like everyone else," she said, and he raised an eyebrow.

“And not for the charming future president we’ve got roaming the ball?”

“Oh, I wasn’t aware there was one. Let me know if you see him?”

His full laugh proved him undeterred, and Y/N’s self-satisfied smile was reluctant. "'M glad to see you inherited more of the family wit than your brother seemed to."

"Please, don't tell him that. A lady needs to keep some things a secret."

"It'll stay between us, then," Thomas said, "but I don't think I ever got your name."

"Why, so you know whose presence to report to my brother?"

"So I know who to ask after the next time I see him." His response was quick, and it had Y/N on her heels. Her eyes were wide, eyebrows raised, but when she opened her mouth to answer—

"Y/N." Both she and Thomas turned on their heels at the loud voice to find her brother striding across the room toward them, and her groan was unchecked. The fury in Aaron's voice was barely contained. "What in the world do you think you're possibly doing here, sneaking out after dark? How did you even get here?"

"I brought myself, since nobody else was willing to take me," she bit back, and Thomas raised his eyebrows as he took a sip of his drink.

"That wasn't your decision to make," Aaron snapped. "We are a family, and you have to respect that—"

"Respect what? That you have total control over my life in the name of family values? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?" she asked. "I respect that you have a career and a reputation to maintain, but I am a person, and—"

"And nothing, Y/N. Put the drink down, and leave Mr. Jefferson at peace," he demanded, and Y/N narrowed her eyes, her jaw set. Aaron turned to Thomas, and much of the fire in his voice had subsided when he said, "I'm sorry for her intrusion, Thomas. We didn't know she had followed us here, and we'll send her home at once."

"Now, Aaron, what makes you think she's uninvited company?" Thomas asked, and both Y/N's and Aaron's brows were raised. "Y/N's my guest here this evening; 's the opposite of an intrusion."

He frowned, glancing between Thomas and Y/N. "You mean you're responsible for her presence here tonight?"

"Well, I invited her, so I suppose you could say that," he said casually, and if he winked when he caught Y/N's eye, Aaron didn't think anything of it. Aaron's lips were pursed and his shoulders tense as he glanced between them.

"Why didn't you tell me Thomas had invited you?" he asked Y/N, and she shrugged.

"I didn't think you'd want to hear it, and I didn't want you trying to prevent me from coming."

"If I'd known he asked you to come—"

"So, what, my personhood is dependent on his permission now?"

"Your presence here is, at least."

"As a Burr, I would've been welcome either way."

"Not unattended, however."

"I can attend to myself just fine."

"You know that isn't what I mean when—"

"Aaron, was there somethin' else you needed?" Thomas cut him off, and Aaron's gaze was affronted when it snapped to him. However, he held his tongue. "I was just about to ask Y/N to dance, assuming that's her decision to make 'n all."

Y/N had to bite back her smile at his words, and although Aaron seemed to recognize the challenge in them as his jaw ticked, he said, "Of course. I'm sorry to have interrupted."

"Don't sweat it. Your concern for your sister is awful sweet, even if it isn't needed here," Thomas responded, his smile warm.

"'Concern' isn't how I'd describe it," Y/N muttered bitterly, and Thomas nudged her with his elbow. She frowned.

"Carry on 'n enjoy the rest of the ball, though, and please send my best to your wife," he said. Aaron could only offer a tense smile in response.

“You as well. I suppose I should go find Theodosia.” He looked down skeptically at Y/N. “How are you planning to get home?”

Y/N’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, I…” She hadn’t thought that far, so her gaze was hopeful when it snapped to Thomas, who held her with a hand at the small of her back.

“I’ll arrange for a carriage to take her home,” he promised. “Don’t you worry, Burr. She’s in safe hands.”

“Right,” he said hesitantly, looking Thomas over. “I’ll leave you to it. Don’t do anything stupid, Jefferson.”

“‘S like you don’t even know who you’re talkin’ to,” Thomas said incredulously, and Aaron scoffed.

“I’m sure.” He barely spared them both another glance before departing unceremoniously, shaking his head all the while, and Thomas chuckled. Y/N turned back toward him.

“You’re a regular local hero,” she said sardonically, but the smile in her eyes betrayed her bored tone. Thomas grinned.

“I do try, sweetheart,” he said lightly, “maybe even in a way that deserves a ‘thank you’?”

“Thank you.” Her voice was sincere. “Really. I owe you.”

“Well, if you mean that,” he said, and his eyes were shining as he looked down at her, “I wouldn’t mind making good on that dance I mentioned. Unless you’re in a real rush to get back to your dear old brother.”

He offered her his arm with an eyebrow raised, and she left her empty glass on the table behind them when she took it, drawing a wide grin from him. “How could I say no to our charming host?"

[jestersprivilegee]

Could you write one about Jefferson where they all work in a bar? (All the characters from Hamilton in this case.

One Of These Nights (Drabble)

t. jefferson x reader (fem)

Listen to one of these nights by the eagles it’s a really good album and song

Wc: 1,599

A/n: Y’all we’re gonna ignore how this request was from February and I’m only just now getting to it LMAO my bad

The smell of whiskey and dread swarmed you as you clocked into your shift.

Wednesday afternoons at 3 were always slow. There were two customers on a good day, and it felt like you were getting paid to just fuck around.

Jefferson’s eyes lit up when he saw you, a smile growing on his face. “There she is. Was beginnin’ to think you wouldn’t show.”

You shrugged, grabbing the apron that was a required part of uniform, “yeah, well being ten minutes late doesn’t matter when I have no tables.”

An airy chuckle escaped him while he rolled up his sleeves. “I’m glad you’re here. Hamilton was driving me insane, and I could use your company.” He watched as you struggled to tie the apron behind your back, and instinctively moved to your side. “Need help with that, sweetheart?”

“Please,” you sighed, letting him take the strings. His fingers grazed over your back, sending chills down your spine and butterflies in your stomach. It didn’t help how he was taking his sweet time, too, ensuring he tied the perfect bow. Despite being turned around, you could sense the playful smirk on his lips.

He swallowed thickly, pausing for a moment before stepping back. “There you go,” he muttered.

That right there. Those little moments where he faltered to leave your side, the lingering touches and stolen glances—they all added up to something much, much bigger. Every tiny action sent your mind spiraling, so much to the point where you found yourself craving his presence.

“Thanks, Thomas.” You smiled, glancing around the restaurant. Hamilton was refilling a glass, Burr was congregating by the bar where Madison was, Angelica and Eliza were gossiping by the host stand as usual. No one was in your section. “I don't suppose the kitchen will give me some fries? I’m starving.”

“Never hurts to ask,” he said, following you to the kitchen. His hand had found its place on your lower back. The touch was so natural it slipped right past the both of you, it was almost automatic for his hand to be resting somewhere on you. Waist, back, shoulders, hips—knees or thighs when you were sitting together. It was routine, ritualistic.

Laurens and Lafayette were messing around, their laughter filling the air while Peggy shook her head at their antics. She smiled upon seeing you, putting down the marker she was using to write dates on produce. “Hi Y/n!” She greeted warmly.

“Hey, Peggy,” you grinned. Peggy was always so sweet to everyone, that innocent smile never seeming to leave her features. “Just came here to bother them for some food.”

“Oh, shit, the lovebirds are here! You want us to make you some spaghetti so you can Lady and the Tramp it? Or perhaps a milkshake you can share?” Laurens snickered.

You rolled your eyes, cheeks heating up, and suddenly you were hyper aware of Thomas’s hand lingering on your back. “Shut up, I just wanted to see if I could get some fries.” A flustered huff left your lips.

“Hmmm… I don’t know, ami, we’re pretty busy right now,” Lafayette teased.

“Bullshit, I know for a fact you haven’t done anything other than smoke out back and fuck with the other servers,” you scoffed. “Spare a girl some fries, please?”

Between the batting of your eyelashes and the guard dog behind you glaring at them, the two men had no choice but to give in.

“Fine, fine. Only because we love you too much to say no.” They sighed, scooping some fries into a large basket. You snatched it with a sly grin.

“Thanks, you guys are the kindest assholes I ever met,” you said, shoving a fry in your mouth.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You want something, too, princess?” Lafayette pointed his spatula at Thomas.

“Fuck off, I’ll just share with her,” he growled, walking away with you while the men laughed even louder.

Peggy waved goodbye with the same sweetness on her, which you reciprocated. The two moron cooks muttered under their breaths about you being the devil in disguise and Jefferson being uptight. Thomas glared at them over his shoulder, which shut them up in a heartbeat.

You peered out to your section, and seeing as there was no change, you plopped the basket on a table tucked away in the corner. Jefferson glanced around, making sure Washington wouldn’t see them slacking off before taking a seat across from you.

“For how cheap we make these things, they’re pretty good,” you commented. Jefferson hummed in agreement, stealing some fries from the basket.

“Yeah, they aren’t bad.” He mindlessly chewed on a fry, his gaze trailing over your features.

“So what’s happened now with Hamilton?”

“He was being a smartass, per usual, and I called him out on it. It escalated to be a little louder than inside voices.”

You giggled, “smartass about what?”

He sighed, wiping the grease from his fingers on a napkin. “Who knows. It started out with how we clean the tables, then ended with us shoutin‘ at each other in French because we ran out of insults in English.”

“Oh lord,” you snorted, “it astounds me how Washington hasn’t fired y’all yet.”

“He got real close to it once.” Thomas leaned back into the cushioned booth. “We were in the middle of a fight about God knows what when Washington called us into his office. He was so fed up with our shit, I for real thought my time here was over. But Hamilton, being the little shit-stain suck-up he is, somehow managed to talk him outta any drastic punishments. Now, you won’t hear me sayin’ anything good about Alexander other than the man has a way with words. I’ll give him that, and that’s all he’s gettin’.”

You leaned in, lowering your voice, ready to gossip. Thomas knew that look on your face all too well, the lopsided smile and the gleam in your eyes. He loved it. “Right? Have you heard the things he says to Eliza on break? ‘You engross my thoughts too entirely to allow me to think of anything else.’ Like, okay Romeo.”

Jefferson snickered, leaning in closer as well, a jolt of excitement sparking from his face being so close to yours. He could see every minute detail ranging from the curl in your eyelashes to the lip gloss that perfectly complemented your complexion. “It’s crazy because we all know she likes him anyway. They aren’t exactly subtle in their attraction towards each other.”

“Peggy told me they go out back to makeout.”

His eyes widened. “No, seriously?”

“Mmhm,” you confirmed. “I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s true. In fact, I—“

“Y/n! Jefferson! I don’t pay you to sit around and flirt all day!” Washington appeared out of nowhere, already yelling.

“Sir, there’s no one in our sections,” you replied politely. Washington would shout and scream all he wanted, but inside he was a big softie and wouldn’t actually fire you and Thomas. Not over something so insignificant like sitting and talking.

“Doesn’t matter,” he scoffed, “find something to clean. Did you finish your side work?”

You sighed, glancing at Thomas who was suppressing a laugh. “No, sir. I’ll get on that right now.”

“Good. And stop eating on shift,” he ordered before walking away.

The moment he was gone, Thomas burst into laughter. It’s cliche, but it really was music to your ears. It was a record you never wanted to end, a song you’d replay over and over until it was all you knew. How could he sit there and laugh and look so handsome? And why couldn’t you call him yours yet?

His voice broke your trance, bringing you back to the present moment. “Don’t you just love when he drops in like that?”

You hummed, “oh yeah. My favorite thing about working here.”

“Awh, but I thought I was your favorite thing about working here?” He pouted, falling into step with you.

Ah, the playful banter was back. “You’re right, he’s my second favorite thing about working here. Nothing could top seeing your annoying face every day, Thomas.” You bumped your hip against his.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach when he smiled; it was your favorite image, the only thing you ever wanted to see. He truly was the highlight of this job. Thomas and Peggy were the only people keeping you sane in this damn building. The days they weren’t there were the worst ones.

“Mm, and here I was, thinkin’ we were havin’ a moment,” he teased.

“Thomas,” Madison called, signaling him over.

A small sigh slipped past his lips, and he glanced down at you, disappointed about having to leave your side. “I should go see what those idiots want now,” he said. “Hate to cut this short, ‘m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I think someone just got sat in my section, anyway.” You shrugged, grabbing the notepad and pen from your apron pocket. “We can gossip more later. Don’t you worry your pretty little head, Thomas.”

He chuckled, “lookin’ forward to it, always.”

After parting ways, he found his place by James and Aaron, his gaze still lingering on you, watching the sway of your hips and every movement made. Madison and Burr exchanged a knowing glance. Their lovesick coworker still had yet to confess, and it was killing them to watch you interact.

“When are you gonna tell her how you feel?” Madison asked, wiping the counter down so he looked busy.

Thomas hummed, keeping his focus trained on you. “One of these nights, James, one of these nights.”

[sloan-baux]

The image of the stars shimmered across the puddles splaying a sheet of mirror atop the Piltoven square, only dark islands of wet cobblestones jutting out of it sporadically, giving away the pavement under its rainy night disguise. Something flickered amongst the stars painted on the face of the water — it was a sheet of polished metal, growing lengthwise — as Takeda slowly drew his curved sword from its scabbard.

The Ionian scoured every single alleyway throughout the twin cities after his quarry: a monster he could not let live. A killer, only beset but never seized by the Piltoven enforcers who couldn't do but lag behind the creature, following hearsay, supposition, traces of contorted flesh, stifled screams, and fading footprints trailing blood. Takeda on the other hand followed trails imperceptible to the mundane eye. His thoroughness paid off.

It sat on the far side of the square, sobbing quietly on a bench, barely three heartbeats of a sprint setting the two of them apart. It was a girl now, well-dressed, golden blonde. Takeda crept closer, but the girl did not seem to take notice; her slouched form kept trembling gently as she wept. His pulse was racing, he only had to run for it, yet he hesitated. There was a strange disquiet beneath his thoughts, discouraging him. It was too easy. Something was wrong. The creature exhaled — a hushed sound barely above the ambiance of the slumbering city — but it sent a jolt down his spine. It was a sigh, flavored with strawberries and mischief.

A door that belonged to one of the buildings edging the square suddenly propped open, and a dandy young man entered the streets, top hat held under arms, velour jacket thrown atop his shoulders. As soon as he shut the door behind him the girl cried out.

"Pease! Please I have nothing!" She bowled, her lavender eyes brimming with tears, corners of her lips drawn down, quivering. The dandy man acknowledged the scene with a rap of his walking stick.

"What is going on here?" He inquired with a scowl, his chin up all haughty, eyes cutting back and forth between the two of them. When he finally noticed the sword in Takeda's hands he produced a revolver from under his jacket pocket and cocked it.

"Is this man troubling you, madame?" He approached the girl, barrel of the gun trained on Takeda.

"No, no you don't understand!" Takeda lowered his sword and raised his other hand, open palm, fingers splayed, a sign of surrender — or warning.

"He has a weapon, he wants to hurt me! Please, I'm alone! I'm so alone!" She pleaded her face an expression of sheer dread.

"Calm down madame, you're safe with me." He muttered to the girl and shot Takeda a threatening side-eyed look. "Get out of my sight boy!"

Takeda bit his lips, uncertainty gnawing at him. As the man reached the bench the girl got up and clung to him in a desperate embrace. Then her lips rounded into a condescending sneer and parted. She ran her divided purple tongue along the man's chin, taste buds brushing against stubble — her eyes fixed on Takeda while she did it — irises lambent in a sickly pink. The cold evening breeze carried a whisp of a giggle, barely discernable. She cannot get away this time. Cannot. Will not. Takeda grunted, raised his sword, steeled his heart, and darted forward heedless of the shots.

So this is my drabble (which is most certainly not 100 words long XD) for the Legends of Runeterra card Solitude, suggested by @thomas-jefferson-miku-binder. (The idea came and I just had to include one of my friend's OC in this one. Takeda is an exiled Wuju swordsman who likes to hunt monsters.) Keep them coming, folks! ^^

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[daveeddiggsit]

WIDEOUT: The Masterlist

Summary: When you’re assigned to tutor Thomas Jefferson in chemistry, you find out that there’s more to him than just football. Will you end up being more than just a tutor? If you do, just how strong does your relationship become?

Chapters:

i - TUTOR?

ii - FRIEND?

iii - CHEMISTRY?

iv - PRACTICE?

v - BOYFRIEND

vi - GAME DAY

vii - BROKEN, BUT NOT SHATTERED

viii - THE PLAN

ix - HOMECOMING

x - EPILOGUE - TBD

Headcannons:

T’s Shenanigans

T is Extra AF

PDA

Thom’s Relationship with his Family

Pregnancy Scare

First Time

Drabbles:

Storage Closet

Post-Game Milkshake & Fries

Date Night

Another Football Player Flirts with You

‘I Love You’ Scenario

Party

Meet the Parents

Spooky Haunted House

One-Offs:

Breaking Chains - Thomas gets into a fight during a game.

*release dates subject to change

bold indicates smut

[itevilhag]

See, I'm smiling

:Thomas Jefferson x reader!

A/N: this one is inspired by that scene and the song "See, I'm smiling" from The Last Five Years, damn that musical is so underrated i mean come on! The is story is great and how it was written is actually kinda genius, the backwards/forwards thing and having them meet in the middle is just👌

You and Thomas sat their at the pier in silence both not knowing what to say, your hands fitting perfectly on his, your head on his shoulder, both enjoying the silence. You lift your head up to look at him, admiring his features as he stares at the lake, the movement made Thomas turn his head toward you.

"What?" Thomas asked his brows slightly furrowed, a small smile making its way to his lips "Nothing. I guess I can't believe you really came" you smiled, squeezing his hand.

"And that were sitting on this pier" you started to look around the peaceful lake and the surroundings "See I'm smiling. That means I'm happy that you're here"

"I stole this sweater from the costume shop, it makes me look like Daisy Mae" Thomas laughed and you chuckled "See, were laughing. I think we're gonna be okay" you looked at him softly and nodded.

"I mean, we'll have to try a little harder and bend things to and fro. To make this love special as it was five years ago"

"I mean you made it to Ohio! Who knows where else we can go?" Thomas started to lean in but you turned your face away "I think you're really gonna like this show, I'm pretty sure it doesn't suck" Thomas laughed again "See, you're laughing and I'm smiling, by a river in Ohio and you're mine, we're doing fine"

Thomas tilted your chin up to meet his eyes "Hey, i love you" you smiled "i love you too, so much" he leaned in again but this time you don't turn away, meeting him half way the kiss was sweet and filled with passion, his hand cupping your cheek, yours went to rake it through his hair, you pulled away for air when your lungs started to burn.

"So we'll just start again this weekend and just keep roling along" Thomas stood up offering his hand to you, you took it and started to walk beside him, but then he suddenly stopped.

"Baby I'm sorry but i can't stay. I have somethings to do back in New York. I wanna stay with you here and see you're show but I can't"

Your smile faltered a little bit. He has to leave again "I didn't know you had to go so soon, I thought we had a little time"

"Yeah Y/N baby i know, but those meetings are important" Thomas reasoned "But so am i" you wanted to say but instead you replied.

"Look, whatever, if you have to then you have to, so whatever It's all right" you wrapped your hands around his neck, your noses almost touching, his hand went down your waist holding you close.

"We'll have tonight"

"But the tickets that i bought were for tonight. The flights for tommorow are already booked so..." You looked at him indignantly for a moment before you free yourself from the embrace, raking a hand through your hair you say.

"You know what makes me crazy? I'm sorry, can i say this? You know what makes me nuts? The fact that we could be together here together sharing our night, spending our time and you are gonna choose someone else to be with"

"Y/N that's not true-"

"No, you are. Yes, Thomas that's exactly what you're doing you could be here with me or be there with them. As usual, guess which you pick!"

"Y/N those are meetings important to me i could lose my job-"

"No, Thomas, you do not have to go to another party with the same twenty jerks you already know. You could stay with your wife on her fucking birthday and you could, god forbid, even see my show and I know in your soul it must drive you crazy that you won't get to play with your little girlfriends" you stated your voice starting to rise from time to time.

"'Girlfriends'? What are you talking about?"

"The point is, Thomas that you can't spend a single day that's not about you and you and nothing but you marvelous novelist, you! Isn't he wonderful, just twenty-eight! The savior of writing!" He started to scoff.

"You and you and nothing but you miles and piles of you pushing through windows and bursting through walls en route to the sky!- And I..." The tears that was welling up in your eyes seconds ago started to stain your cheeks, you withdrew a shaky breath, wiping your tears you turned to him, his face had soften, looking slightly guilty.

"I swear to god i'll never understand" you smiled bitterly "How you can stand there straight and tall, and see i'm crying and not do anything at all."

[iknowthekoolaidflavor]

Only Human

Part 9 of the wizard!au

Tagging: @terrazure    @a-hopeless-fan

Thomas was numb.

There was no fight left in him. He knew it would be a mistake to come back, yet he did it anyway and now you were all in danger. 

“Thomas”, Lafayette called

There was nothing he could do. The last time he faced his father, Peter nearly killed him.

“Thomas”

“What”, he seethed

“We need a plan”

“I told you. There is no plan. We can’t beat him. You already know what he’s like”

Peter smirked as he stood near the door. He had Thomas right where he wanted him.

Thomas kept quiet for the remainder of the evening.

You were thankful you decided to come home for spring break. It’s been too long since you had a family dinner. Your parents asked you about your classes, campus life, and how you liked being away from home.

“I like being away. Just not all the time”, you mused

“You don’t feel safe on campus. I can see that because you’re only human”, your father continued, “If that’s the case, you should transfer to be with Angelica. Stay far away from here, keep you safe, and you’ll be with a friend I can trust”

“I’m sure that’s the complete opposite of what she wants to do. She goes to a great school. The last thing she wants to do is uproot her entire life just for you when she can be out living her life the way she wants”, you mother interjected 

“Sylvia”, he simply stated, giving her a pointed look 

“I’m sorry”

You didn’t heed the warning your father sent your mother. She immediately looked away, knowing she overstepped.

“Is that bakery up the street still open?”, you ask

“Yeah. Cherry on Top will never go out of business”

“Can we go tomorrow?”

“Of course”, your mother gave you a warm smile and you couldn’t help but smile back. It felt so good to be back home. Your father grinned at the scene in front of him. It was a dream come true to him when you were both complacent. 

The next day, you and your mother were seated at your favorite bakery. She caught you up on everything she could think of. Work, your father, the neighbors and the dog that barks at all hours of the night. You tried your best to keep up.

“If that’s the case, you should transfer to be with Angelica. Stay far away from here, keep you safe, and you’ll be with a friend I can trust” , you remember your father telling you.

Why did he want you to stay away from here? This was home. He wanted to keep you safe. Why was he concerned with you being human?

The thought of moving away was becoming more enticing by the second. You would be safe. You would be with Angelica. Suddenly, there was a pit in the bottom of your stomach. Leaving school meant leaving the rest of your friends behind. 

No more Alex and John or Hercules and his boyfriend.

Your fork stopped halfway to your mouth. Hercules has a boyfriend? 

You’ve met before. You had classes together.

The more you tried to remember him, the more it felt like your skull was on fire. The pain started at each of your temples as a dull throb, then it started to  spread. The fork fell out your hand as you put your head down.

It was like an itch you couldn’t help but scratch. Something was telling you to let it go, so the pain could stop, but your curiosity wouldn’t let you. 

“(Y/N)? Baby what’s wrong?”, your mother said, voice laced with worry

“Nothing”, you groaned, “Just a headache”

“How have you really enjoyed being on campus”, she said as she gave you a pointed look

“I don’t mind being on campus. I miss being home though”

Sylvia’s smile began to fade. Something was off. You hated that your father chose to send you so far away, but you also loved the idea of no longer being under his control. Sylvia wanted that for you too. She wanted that for the both of you. 

“How has it been with you and your bodyguard?”, your mother asked

Bodyguard? You would have remembered having someone following you around school. In your confusion you knew something about that statement felt familiar. 

As the throbbing increased in intensity, all you could think about was that first week of school. Seabury followed you around campus. He tried to grab you and was almost lit on fire.

“What is that young man’s name? I know it was your father’s idea”

All you could see was his curls and cocky grin as you experienced a skull splitting headache. You wanted to scream.

Your heart pulled at the familiarity of your friend’s grin. You could feel the joy from when you finally finished putting his favorite jacket back together because you knew it would make him smile. He was the friend that you swore to protect, even though it was his job to keep you safe and he was no where to be found. 

You looked around the room as if you expected him to appear out of thin air.

“Thomas”, you managed to get out, “His name is Thomas”

Lafayette and Thomas disappeared the moment you stepped out of the station. You forgot about them the moment you stepped foot into your home. 

“You said dad hired him?”

“Yes”, Sylvia stated, “Your father was more than willing to hire him. Peter was a bit skeptical”

“What else do you now about dad and Peter’s relationship?”

Across town at the Jefferson residence, Peter opened the door to the basement with a malicious grin. It’s only been two days and Thomas had already given up.

Thomas fell into an uneasy slumber. It was all he could do, given there was not chance of escaping.

Thomas was in the garden. He had a rare chance to break away from his father. Ever since he sent away his mother and his siblings, the only person he has left is James. 

“Thomas”, James called as he reached the gate

A smile broke out on his face. Jemmy was the light at the end of the tunnel. The quicker he finished his training, the quicker he could break away from Peter, venture out on his own, and take Jemmy with him...only if he wanted to.

When Thomas reached the gate, the handle disappeared. His heart began to race. The bright summer day began to fade as the clouds rolled in. 

The moment his hand touched the metal, his skin began to burn, but it didn’t stop him from grabbing the gate again and again. 

‘This isn’t normal. This isn’t normal’, Thomas thought frantically

"Thomas”, James said calmly, “Why did you do this to me?”

“What?”

Thomas finally looked up at his friend who was beginning to fade away. 

“Why did you do this to me”, he screamed 

“No. Jemmy I didn--”

“Liar. This is all your fault”

“I--”

“This is all your fault isn’t it?”

Thomas dropped to his knees, tears flowing down his cheeks. Peter warned him. He told him he would go after James if he didn’t obey him. Deep down Thomas knew who to blame.

“This is all my fault. This is all my fault”, Thomas repeated like a mantra

James smirked at him as he faded away completely. 

“Just listen to your father. He knows what’s best”

Thomas jumped as he finally woke up, cheeks still soaked from the tears. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. He was worn out.

“The punk is finally awake”, Peter groaned

“Don’t call him that”, Lafayette yelled

With a wave of his hand, Lafayette’s lungs couldn’t pull in any air. He writhed against the chains as he tried to breathe. Thomas didn’t say a word. When Peter felt satisfied, he snapped his fingers and Lafayette could breathe again. 

“What do you want from us?”

“You two are going to help me kill (Y/N)”

“No. There’s no chance in hell”, Lafayette started 

Lafayette stopped shouting obscenities and cursing Peter’s name as he looked to Thomas. The same Thomas that wanted to take Peter down was no longer present. His friend was not the same.

Thomas managed to get out one sentence. With a broken voice, barely holding back his sobs, he said, “Just listen to him. He knows what’s best”

[deja-you]

since feeling is first

m. de lafayette x reader

summary: a rainy day on campus leads to desecrated poetry (based off the e.e. cummings poem)

masterlist

“since feeling is first

who pays any attention

to the syntax of things”

If you’re being honest with yourself, reading poetry in the rain makes you feel like the main character. It isn’t a completely pleasurable feeling–the water seeps into your bones in a way that will keep you cold for days. You find yourself shaking your hands free from water every few minutes and you’re certain the droplets of water are acting as magnified lenses on all the blemishes of your skin. But! You feel like the main character. It’s worth it.

That’s where he finds you, sprawled across the lap of a fading statue in the rain, clutching a rain-soaked book in your hands. He doesn’t hesitate to march over to where you’re perched to start verbally harassing you with phrases you can’t understand at first. Maybe it’s the rain, maybe it’s his accent, you can’t tell.

“What are you doing! You idiot!” He continues to call you names, some in French, but they all share the same meaning. His words are tinged with affection but he delivers them with urgency.

Just like that, he’s pulled you away from your statue and toward cover. You think it’s sweet that he cares about you, like this is something that a lover would do for their partner in a tragic novel. Perhaps you think this too loudly, because Lafayette fixes you with an intense look.

“I’m not in love with you, you know.”

You trudge through the water beside him and nod. “Good.”

He’s quiet for a moment. He reaches toward you and tugs the book of poetry out of your hands. It’s incredibly soggy and the cover is nearly falling off. Lafayette hardly gives it a second glance before tossing it toward a puddle a few feet away.

“What was that for?” You’re not irritated, mostly curious.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” He says. Looking back at the book, he seems to feel a pang of guilt for littering, and to assuage his conscience he quickly adds: “I’m sure someone will think it is romantic to find a book of poetry lost in the rain tomorrow morning.”

You’re the kind of person who would find that romantic, so you don’t argue with him. The rain beats heavily on the two of you while you continue walking along in silence. Now you realize he’s walking with direction; Lafayette is walking you toward your dorm building.

“It’s what people have been saying, that’s all.” His comment comes out of the blue, and you blink at him a few times.

“Huh?”

“That I’m in love with you. That’s what people say.”

“Oh. Okay.”

He’s quiet for a little bit before he adds on: “And it’s not true.”

“I get it. I wouldn’t want you to be, anyway.” If that’s a lie, the both of you are already aware.

The rain lets up for a little bit to let a streetlight shine over the both of your faces. Neither of you take the opportunity to look at each other, hair matted down from the rain and skin soaked, you wouldn’t want him to look at you right now anyway.

The back of his hand brushes the back of yours.

He wants to tell you you’re stupid for sitting out in the rain to read, but he wouldn’t want you to think he cared too much for your well-being. Maybe he’s the stupid one for that, but if he was, he was already aware.

The two of you arrive at the steps to your dorm. Lafayette’s feet are glue now, stuck to the ground as if there were some sort of invisible boundary that he can’t cross (never mind that he’s crossed those steps to see you many times before).

It isn’t until you move to take a step forward that his hand shoots out to grab your wrist. It’s when you turn to look at him with puzzlement that he shouts it out loud enough for the entire university to hear.

“I love you!”

Your clothes feel too heavy to wear and the rain is too loud that you’re not certain it wasn’t your imagination.

“What?“

He clears his throat this time to make sure you hear him right.

“I love you.”

In this moment, his heart reaches out to yours to confirm what you already know. What you’ve always known.

“the best gesture of my brain

is less than your eyelids flutter

which says we are for each other”

[astralaffairs]

Request: "Hey babe it's been a shitty day, so plz make it better by responding to this. Alright so hear me out: we've all seen the memes, so we know how ppl would react to finding out about fotp thom and mc, but remind me, do we know how Alex reacted???? Lmao there would be such chaos"

___________

"You and Jefferson are dating?" Though Alex's yell was muffled through the phone, his tone was unmistakable, and Y/N cringed at the shrill undertone beneath his fury. "When did this start? Why the hell didn't you tell me?"

"Because I knew you'd react exactly how you are now," she said, "and, frankly, it's none of your business who I date."

"You know how long I've hated him for, Y/N," Alex snapped, and she rolled her eyes.

"I don't pick my boyfriends with your career in mind."

"But he's wrong for you," he huffed. "He's gonna prove that to you soon enough, too. He'll start treating you like shit the minute he gets whatever he needs from you."

"And what, exactly, is he trying to get from me?"

"Are you fucking serious? You've been his biggest critic in the media this entire time. He's just trying to shut you up."

"Our relationship hasn't exactly been much of a career-booster for him, either, in case you hadn't noticed," she pointed out, but he only scoffed.

"Oh, he'll be fine. He can just ride on his fucking trust fund for as long as he wants, but what about your career? You need the money."

"I still have a job, y'know. I'm just not covering domestic politics anymore."

"I knew it was suspicious when you changed departments," he muttered, and Y/N rolled her eyes. "I'm coming over. We need to talk about this."

"What?" she asked, eyes widening in surprise. "No, you can't; I have Thomas here with me."

"Too bad. I'm already outside."

"How the hell did you get here so fast?"

"I left home the minute I saw you on his Instagram."

Y/N grinned, holding her phone against her chest as she looked up at Thomas. "Aw, babe, he follows your Instagram."

He snickered. "Tell him I'm flattered."

"It's disgusting hearing you call him that." Alex's reaction was loud and visceral enough that she could hear it even before she lifted the phone back to her ear.

"Then I guess you're really gonna hate hearing our wedding vows, huh?"

"'Wedding vows'?" Thomas repeated as he raised a teasing eyebrow, folding his arms. She only shushed him, though a small smile played at her lips.

"Your what?" Alex's reaction was to a similar end, but it had a very different tone. "No. No way. This is where I draw the line. I swear to god, Y/N, if you marry him, there's no way I'm coming to your wedding."

"That's really too bad. I'm sure he'll be disappointed to hear it," Y/N said, and the sadness in her voice was mocking.

"As though he's gonna be invited when we get married," Thomas grumbled. It was her turn, then, to raise an eyebrow.

"'When'?"

He shrugged, but his grin was broad. "After you lemme know your ring size, at least."

"Isn't it a bit presumptuous of you to think I'm going to say 'yes'?"

"Don't tell me you'd really be willin' to start from square one with somebody else after everything we've been through, sweetheart," he replied matter-of-factly. "The only real question is when I propose."

"Don't get ahead of yourself just yet, Jefferson."

"I'm still here!" Alex's shout pulled her back to the phone call she was still on; she rolled her eyes.

"How could I forget?"

"Let me into your flat," he said, and Y/N looked to Thomas with wide eyes when they could hear his loud footsteps in the hallway outside.

"How'd you get up here?"

"Mira let me in."

"God, she needs to stop doing that," she groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Open the door."

She jumped when the sound of him banging on it echoed through her front room. "Alex—" When she regained her bearings, returned to her call, she realized she was talking to a dial tone.

"Unlock this, Y/N." His impatient voice came through the apartment door, that time, muffled, but her head shot up at the sound.

"You need to leave," she insisted. Though Thomas wore a deep-seated frown, neither she nor he moved to get the door. "I don't wanna hear your lecture on how Thomas is gonna ruin my life."

"But he is!"

Thomas rolled his eyes as he stood, and Y/N's eyebrows shot up when she watched him start toward the door. "Wait, at least let me get it," she called after him, but he didn't stop. She stood with a huff to follow him.

He unlocked it. "What d'you want?"

Y/N winced visibly when he opened the door for Alex before she could reach it, and Thomas leaned on one arm against the door frame, towering over him with an impatient eyebrow raised. Alex scowled, undeterred.

"What the hell do you think you're playing at, Jefferson?" he hissed. "You're really gonna toy with Y/N like this? And for what? If you're trying to get at me, at least do it directly."

The laugh Thomas let out was mirthless, condescending. "You really can't wrap your head around the idea that something isn't about you, huh? Guess I shouldn't be surprised, since you've always been this self-centered."

"If it isn't about me, then what the hell is your game?" he asked, taking a step closer, but despite Alex's harsh glare, Thomas raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

"D'you really think there's no way my intentions are genuine? You think Y/N's that unloveable?" he asked. "That's vicious, even for you."

"I didn't say that she—!"

"Must you two do this right now?" Y/N asked, exasperation heavy in her voice. When Thomas turned to look at her, Alex pushed past him.

"Y/N, I'm just trying to save you from him; don't you see that? He—" Alex froze, his gaze fixed over Y/N's shoulder. "Wait. Why are there so many boxes here? And why is your apartment so empty?"

"I'm moving out," she answered bluntly. He raised a wary eyebrow.

"...and going where?"

"Thomas's place."

"You're moving in together?" he exclaimed, eyes wide. "What the hell are you thinking? Has it even been two weeks since you got together?"

"I mean, officially, it's been a month," she said reasonably, "but, really, we've been fucking for almost a year."

"A year?" Alex repeated. "What the hell, Y/N? What were you thinking?"

"Well, whatever I was thinking, it looks like I'm still thinking it." She shrugged. "Or, y'know, maybe I just couldn't make rent, so I started sleeping with a rich guy. I'm trying to be thrifty."

She could hear Thomas snickering at that, but Alex looked beyond appalled. "You couldn't have gone back to sleeping with Lafayette?" —Thomas scowled— "C'mon, I know how much you like him. You didn't have to sacrifice your morals in order to sleep with him, either, unlike you do with Jefferson."

Thomas's glare was burning, and Y/N huffed. "I was never sleeping with Lafayette."

Alex furrowed his brow. "You weren't?"

"No, I—"

"She was sleepin' with me." Y/N’s skin jumped at the feeling of Thomas's arm around her waist, pulling her close as walked up beside her. Alex's eyes widened. "So fuck off, Hamilton. You can't do anything about this. 'S too late."

She couldn't tell whether it was horror or fury that shone in his wide eyes. "Y/N, you've gotta end this. He's awful and manipulative and narcissistic. Don't listen to what he's saying; it isn't too late to get rid of him."

"Is it too late to get rid of you?" she grumbled, and Alex narrowed his eyes.

"I just want the best for you."

"I don't need you telling me what's best for me," she said impatiently. "Either sit down and make peace with him, or leave. You can't just talk me out of this."

"If you wait any longer, it will be too late."

"Too late for what?" she asked. "What the hell do you think is gonna happen? He's gonna kill me in my sleep?"

"I wouldn't put it past him," he said, scowling, and she rolled her eyes.

"Thomas?" she said, turning to him.

"Hm?"

"Are you planning on killing me in my sleep?"

His mild expression didn't change when he answered, "Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Mmh, thanks for confirming." She turned back to Alex. "Looks like you were right. Thanks for the warning; you can go now."

"Don't just dismiss this!"

"What were you expecting? I was just going to dump him on the spot when you showed up here?" she asked, and Alex huffed, folding his arms.

"If you had any common sense, that's exactly what you'd do," he said seriously. "He manipulates people, Y/N; that's what he does! And that's what he's doing to you. Don't get attached."

"Alex—"

"Listen, Hamilton." Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose as Thomas released her waist, stepped in front of her. He stood dangerously close to Alex, who didn't move so much as a millimeter away. His expression was cold but deadpanned. "I know we've got a lotta issues. That isn't some secret. But it's not your place to try and ruin my relationship, alright? You don't see me bustin' into your house, tryin' to convince your wife to leave you."

"Are you really comparing your little fling with Y/N to my marriage?"

"Little fling?" Y/N repeated incredulously, but both men ignored her. Thomas shrugged, still staring Alex down.

"I don't see why not. You heard us talkin' about gettin' engaged when you were on the phone, didn't you?"

"No way you're actually getting married," Alex scoffed. He turned to Y/N. "You're not really gonna marry him, are you?"

"I..." When she trailed off, Thomas raised an expectant eyebrow. "I'm not having this conversation right now. I'm not about to get engaged under duress."

"See?" When Alex turned to Thomas, she rolled her eyes.

"I'm not siding with you. I love Thomas, but you can't come here and bully us into getting engaged."

At that, his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. "Hang on, you love him now?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She groaned, rubbing her temples. "You were more willing to believe that we were were getting married than that we've already said 'I love you'? I told you we've been... sort-of together for almost a year."

"Please. This won't last." He turned back on Thomas. "Y/N's never been in a relationship for more than four months. Now that you're official," —the final word was sneered— "the clock is ticking." Alex's eyes shone with vindication when Thomas raised an eyebrow; the concern in his eyes was genuine, and his gaze flickered back to Y/N. "Yeah, that's right. Don't get comfortable. It's only a matter of time before she leaves you, too."

"Will you shut up, Alex?" She looked more frustrated than anything, and she narrowed her eyes at him. "The history you two have doesn't extend to me. I know you hate Thomas. And I also don't care. It doesn't give you the right to talk to him like that, and it absolutely doesn't give you the right to talk about me like that."

"You're just pissed because I'm right."

"No, I'm not! I just fucking hate that—" Y/N cut herself off with a shuddering breath when she heard her own voice beginning to raise. Thomas squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, and she felt her tense muscles ease as she looked up at him gratefully. She turned back to Alex. "Y'know what? I want you out of my apartment. I don't have to take this from you. Especially not in my own home."

"You needed to hear it," he warned. "Someone needed to say it before this ends in disaster."

"I don't care what you think, right now. I want you to leave." Her firm tone left no room for negotiation, and although Alex glared up at Thomas, he didn't argue.

"Fine. But when he breaks your heart, you're going to regret not listening to me."

"I think I'll survive," she replied dryly. While she was watching him expectantly, he was still eyeing Thomas, and when he spoke, he disregarded her words.

"I still don't know what the hell you think you're playing at, Jefferson, but I'm not letting you get away with it," he snarled. "I can see right through you, and it's only a matter of time until Y/N does, too."

Thomas licked his lips, his jaw tight and shoulders tense. Although his expression bordered on nonchalance, his tone was threatening. "Believe whatever the hell you want, but if you really think for a second that I'm about to let you drag Y/N into your plot to ruin my life, you've got another thing coming," he said, voice low. "Now, if I'm not mistaken, I seem to remember hearin' her ask you to leave."

Alex's narrowed eyes darted between Thomas and Y/N, but after several moments, he just scoffed, meeting Y/N's gaze. "When he starts treating you like shit, don't act like no one warned you it was coming."

She hummed noncommittally. "You'll be the first person I call, just so you can say, 'I told you so.'"

Though he rolled his eyes, he left without another word, slamming the door shut behind him, and Y/N let out a sigh of relief, raking a hand through her hair. "Well, he could've taken that worse."

"I dunno, sweetheart; that was pretty bad," Thomas said, and despite the skepticism in his tone, she shook her head.

"No, Alex has thrown much bigger tantrums about much smaller things," she said, "I'm pretty sure he just got most of his energy out on the car ride here."

"I’ll take your word for it, but..." Thomas trailed off, seeming to have thought better of what he was about to say, and she turned to him with her brow furrowed.

"What, was this seriously the angriest you've ever seen him?"

"Not by far." She eyed him warily when he pursed his lips. "But... what was he sayin' about none of your relationships lastin' more than four months? Was that all true?"

Her eyebrows jumped at the worry that flickered in his eyes. When she stepped forward, laid a hand on his chest, he didn't pull away, and she took that as permission enough to wrap her arms around the back of his neck, to pull him close. "You know he was just trying to get a rise out of you, right? He just wants you to feel insecure in our relationship."

"But was it true?" he asked. "You really never been with the same person for more than a couple months?"

"That has nothing to do with us."

"Answer me." He was looking down at her with severity in his gaze, and she frowned.

"Yeah. It's true." Her eyes dropped away from his as she played with the curls at the back of his neck. "Does that really change the way you look at me?"

"It changes the way I see us, if 'm honest," he murmured, and Y/N brought a hand up to his cheek, brushing her thumb over his skin.

"It shouldn't. None of my relationships lasted because I didn't love any of the people I dated. But I love you, Thomas," she said seriously. "Do you know that you're the first person I've said ever that to? Family and friends aside, of course."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." She pushed herself onto her toes to kiss him lightly. "And I mean it. I've always been terrified of commitment, but... being with you doesn't scare me."

"God, I should hope not," he said, a trace of a laugh buried in his voice. "If you were scared, 'm pretty sure I'd be doin' something wrong."

"Well, in all honesty, I was an anxious wreck the first time I told you I loved you," she admitted. "I was almost hoping you'd outright reject me so that I'd have to move on."

His grin was broad. "So, what I'm hearin' is that I oughta stop makin' jokes about marriage?"

"Only if you don’t want me running for the hills," she said, but her tone was playful. "In all seriousness, if you were anybody else, I'd have started packing my bags the minute you asked me for my ring size. There’s a reason I’m still here."

"Good." He leaned down to bump his nose against hers. "'Cause I do wanna marry you. Doesn't matter to me when it happens, but I'm gonna get a ring on your finger if it's the last thing I do."

She grinned. "Go right ahead." When he kissed her, she pulled him tighter against herself and he wrapped his arms snug around her waist. "Guess I'm gonna have to call the jeweler, now," she murmured against his lips. "Gotta see when's the next time they can get me in so I can get sized for a ring."

"Who said I was the one proposing?" Thomas asked incredulously, and Y/N pulled away just enough to look him in the eye.

"Me. You're the one with all the money."

"Now, this doesn't seem quite fair."

She laughed. "Listen, when a million-dollar trust fund falls into my lap, I'll be more than happy to buy the engagement rings. But until then, the burden's on you and your inheritance, Jefferson."

"'N that's a burden I'm more than willing to take on, sweetheart," he said. "The minute I get your ring size, the trust fund'll take care of the rest."

"The minute you get it?"

"If that's what you want."

"Not so fast, Jefferson." She rested a hand on his chest. "Try living with me for a few months, and then we can revisit."

"I'm holdin' you to that."

[jestersprivilegee]

Masterlist

Hamilton

T. Jefferson

Hey, roomie! | one two three four five six seven eight nine ten bonus snippet [COMPLETED]

In which you room with the most insufferable, arrogant man crafted by the devil himself sent to personally annoy you.

Always | one [COMPLETED]

Soulmates are tied by having the song of whatever the other is listening to written on your wrist. So what happens when you realize your soulmate is the man you deemed arrogant, annoying, and conceited?

High and Dry | one two three four five six seven eight [ONGOING]

When starting your fourth year of teaching at a new high school, you come face to face with your old friend-turned-enemy: Thomas Jefferson. To make it worse, he’s the other English teacher you’re supposed to work with the whole year. (Rewritten version)

One of these nights (restaurant/bar au, drabble)

M. De Lafayette

Baby I’m Yours | one [COMPLETED]

In which your best friend, and the man you’ve been in love with from the start, gets jealous at a bar over you. (Request)

Lover, you should’ve come over | one [COMPLETED]

The soldier you’ve been head over heels for returns home from his extended stay in France. (Request)

J. Laurens

A Night To Remember | one two three [ONGOING]

You work as an assistant to one of the most influential journalists in New York City. One fateful day, he invites (more tells) you to go to a ball with him and pretend to be his date. How do you manage being on the side of a very attractive businessman?

Requests are open! I cannot guarantee I will get to all of them or do them. But yk. Always nice to try, right? Rules/boundaries for requests

[turnipotentiary]

a little jeffmads for the soul

exactly what it says on the box. please enjoy.

Thomas and James sit together on a small hill on the lawn, leaning against the tree at the top of the hill. Well, Thomas is leaning on the tree trunk, and James is leaning on him, content to simply enjoy their surroundings; Thomas’s arms around him, the wind wrapping around him, the shouts of some kids playing on the university’s campus. It’s cold- sweater weather, James notes wryly- but Thomas is somehow warm as always. 

A particularly cold gust of wind hits him and he shivers involuntarily. Thomas takes notice immediately. “Jemmy, are you okay? Shit, we should probably get inside, it’s too cold, I-”

“I’m fine, Thomas,” James says, rolling his eyes, although he’s fighting the urge to wrap his arms around himself. 

“No you’re not,” Thomas says, pulling off his sweater. “You’re going to get sick again if you keep this up. Here.” He pulls the sweater over James’ head, ignoring his squeals of protest. James hmphs, but accepts his fate, leaning back against Thomas. 

“What about you?” he asks. Thomas shrugs him off. “I’ll be fine, I’m always warm,” he says. “Plus, I have a big teddy bear of a boyfriend to cuddle,” he continues, pulling James closer. 

James sighs contentedly, leaning into him. “I love you, Thomas.” 

“Love you too.”

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[spideyswifey]

I Will Try To Fix You: Thomas Jefferson x Reader Preview Part 2

Note: Hi guys! I’m honestly so sorry that I suck at updating! 🥺 But I thank you for your patience and love! So I am still working on this one, however I didn’t wanna just leave y’all hanging in the dark. So here’s another preview before I post the whole thing, which should be very soon! Keep an eye out because it will be out before Christmas! I promise that! Thanks for all the love and support babes! Enjoy this little snippet! -Cai ♥️

P.s: Y’all are gonna hate Martha. 🤭👀

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault, trauma, depression, Drinking/drug use, cursing, mentions of sex. If any of this is triggering for you I’d suggest not to read.

Summary: You and Thomas Jefferson are best friends and would do anything for each other, which is exactly how you ended up at this college party. But when a creep from the football team comes too close to you, you immediately regret your decision. Your life changes in an instant and you lose yourself. Will Thomas be able to bring his best friend back?

Tags: @sillyteecup @theatrenerd86 @lindsay3002 @summerofsnowflakes @i-know-i-can @they-write-once-in-a-blue-moon @bravelybea

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“So,” You spoke as you approached Thomas’s black camaro, “Besides Martha, who else is gonna be there?” “Why?” “Because if I’m going to a party, I’d like to at least have someone I like around!” “Um, hello?!?” Thomas gestured to himself. “Besides you! Lord knows you’re going straight to the table set up with beer pong once we get there, so I’d like to have some company while you’re busy getting drunk outta your mind!” “Huh, you know what good point!” “Mhm!” “But!” Thomas interjected, “I promise not to get shit-faced this time, only mildly tipsy. Lord knows I make the wrong decisions when I’m drunk!”

“Kinda how you ended up with Martha in the first place isn’t it?” You pointed out. “Ugh, please don’t remind me!” Thomas groaned while leaning his head back for a second, before bringing his eyes back to the road. “That’s the exact reason I ain’t getting drunk! I won’t be able to think straight and she’ll sink her claws in!” “Ok I get it! She’s bad for you, which is what I had said in the beginning.” You mumbled that last part, but he heard you anyways. “I know Y/n, I know. You told me so, you’re always right!” “I didn’t say that...but I mean I won’t stop you from doing so.” You playfully smirked, trying to keep the atmosphere light in order not to fight.

—

But you were right. You knew from the moment you met her, that Marta was toxic! She was manipulative, devious, and not to mention, a bitch! Thomas had met Martha at, of course, a party! Thomas was super drunk and immediately taken by her, one thing led to another and they hooked up. The next morning he asked her out and she agreed. At the start of their relationship, she had him wrapped around her finger. Anything she wanted Thomas would get her, and since he was loaded, she wanted everything! The newest pair of Louboutins, that Gucci designer bag hanging on display, those Raybans that would go so well with her outfit to the beach; she got it all! You saw right through her, but Thomas was blinded by the adoration he had for her. But you could tell he was miserable inside. Though every time you tried to bring up Martha’s actions, he always made an excuse for her. “She’s just stressed and shopping relaxes her.” “It was my fault, I bought her the wrong Chanel purse.” “No, he’s just her study partner, she’s never do that to me!”

But she did.

She did, and without any remorse! He caught her when he went to her place to drop off the notebooks she left in his car since she was going to “study” that night. What he saw made both the notebooks in his hands, and his heart, drop. There she was, making out with her “study partner” on the couch. When they heard the thump of the notebooks hitting the floor, they pulled apart and saw a heartbroken Thomas in front of them. And all that bitch said was “Let’s be honest, Thommy. You should’ve saw this coming! You never really paid attention to what I wanted! You never got me the right things I needed and you spent too much time with that slut you call your best friend! Face it sweetie, you’re just not good enough for me!”

Thomas had no words. He just stormed out, tears streaming down his face as he ran to his car. You were on your couch watching Civil War when you heard frantic knocking on your door. The sight in front of you made your heart ache. There in front of your dorm was your best friend, eyes red and tears streaming down his face. “Tho-” “She cheated on me!” Immediately, you brought him in to sit on your couch and vent about what he just witnessed moments ago.

You were there for him through it all. You remember hugging him tight and doing your best to comfort him through his heartbreak. You remember the anger you felt for that dumb gold digging bitch. You remember how miserable Thomas had felt. You remember the nights he’d call you asking you why he wasn’t good enough. She broke him. What was once your cocky, flirty, dumb best friend was now a heartbroken man in shambles.

For the next month you were with him everyday trying to cheer him up and get him out of his rut. Slowly but surely he started to be him old self again and you got your best friend back.

Though every now and then, she would show up at the same place Thomas was, both would be drunk-him more than her- she’d flirt, he’d fall for her charms again, and they’d end up in bed once more; leaving Thomas to regret it in the morning. There were no more feelings involved for Thomas but lust. He would say that he wanted to just feel it one more time before he moved on for good. But one more time was at least 3 times, the last time you checked. He needed to stay away from her before those feelings came back and before he lets his heart get broken once more. Thus, why you were going to the party in the first place; to prevent a regrettable “one-night stand” for your best friend.

—

“Yeah yeah, nice try. There’s only enough room in this car for one big ego!” Thomas spoke, interrupting your previous thoughts. “Ain’t no arguement here!” You joked. Thomas just rolled his eyes as he continued to drive.

“Burr and Mads will be there.” Thomas said, answering the question you asked minutes before. “Ok, but where there’s Aaron, there’s Theo; and I’m not gonna be a third wheel to those two, no matter how cute they are!” Thomas let out a slight chuckle. “And I love James but knowing him, he’ll be too stoned outta his mind to even have a full conversation.” “Ok true,” he held up one hand in surrender, before placing it back on the steering wheel.

“The Schuylers will be there.” Your eyes widened with surprise. “Dude! Why didn’t you start with that in the first place?!? I mean don’t get me wrong, I love James and Aaron, but those are my girls!” “I didn’t want to mention them being there because I know you’re gonna head straight towards them once we get there.” “And that’s bad because...?” Thomas sighed, “I have nothing against the schuylers, they’re lovely.” “Buuuuut?” You pushed. “Where there’s the Schuyler sisters, there’s Hamilton and his crew.” Thomas huffed.

It was no secret that Thomas Jefferson and Alexander Hamilton had beef. They just couldn’t see eye to eye. You on the other hand, had nothing against him or his crew. Sure, Alex could be a little arrogant, but hey, so was Thomas! If you were able to deal with his cocky ass for seven years, you were sure getting along with Hamilton would be a walk in the park; for you at least.

“C’mon T, they’re not all that bad.” You tried. “You’re right, Lafayette is cool, and Mulligan’s alright. Hamilton and Laurens are the assholes.” You sighed. “Alright look, I’m coming to this party with you to help you stay away from Martha, not to keep you out of fights. So please don’t start anything!” “I won’t.” Thomas reassured you. “Good.” “As long as Hamilton keeps his mouth shut.” He mumbled. “Thomas!” You glared at him. “Ok ok! I promise sweetheart, no fights!” “I’m holding you to that!” You kept your cold gaze for a second longer before relaxing your face again.

Thomas finally pulls up to the house with music blasting and lights flashing from inside. Yup, you were definitely at the right spot. You took a breath as you tried to ease your nerves before opening the car door. “Hey!” Thomas grabbed your hand before you had the chance to step out of the vehicle. “Look, I know this ain’t really your scene, so I really appreciate you doing this for me Y/n, honestly.” “It’s no problem T, really. You’d know I’d do anything for you, ya dork!” You smiled cheekily while gently squeezing his hand in reassurance and comfort. Thomas let out a small snicker at your words before continuing. “If it gets too much after about an hour, then we can leave, ok?” You nodded in response. “Ok, then let’s do this!” Thomas beamed.

[iknowthekoolaidflavor]

Only Human

Part 8 of the wizard!au

The ride home was filled with an uncomfortable silence. You knew why you were there, but all you could think about was where your friends might be. It would be insane to ask if they were safe. If your father or Peter had anything to do with it, you knew they were in danger. For now, you had to play it safe. The moment you slip up, their fates could be sealed for good. 

You stepped into the house and kept the pleasantries with your father.

“We’re having lunch at noon. Go ahead and get changed”, he smiled before he turned to walk away

“Dad, where are they?”

“Who are you talking about honey?”

“My friends”

“Your friends. That wizard was not meant to be your friend. You were his assignment. A project for him to get better. I knew I should have listened to Peter. That boy couldn’t even get this right”

“Don’t talk about him like that. He kept me safe”

“Then where is he? Why isn’t he here with you now?”

“That’s what I’m asking you”, you nearly yelled, struggling to keep your temper in check, “They disappeared before your car pulled up”

“What are you talking about?”

“We came here to talk to you. Peter has been sending wizards after me to make Thomas look like he couldn’t handle it. Yet, Thomas still kept me safe”

Your father stayed silent for a moment,”Peter is out of town for the weekend. We can discuss this tomorrow morning. Your mother will be back in a few days. I’m sure she’ll be glad to see you”

“Dad-”

“Don’t breathe a word of this to her”, he groaned, “You know how fussy she gets”

“Listen-”

“Go upstairs and rest honey, you look exhausted”, he said, voice barely above a whisper

In a matter of moments, your body felt weak. Your head was swimming and all you could think to do was get in your bed and drift away. Before you knew it, you were fast asleep.

When you woke up in your bed the next morning, you were in the same clothes as before. You didn’t remember making your way upstairs and falling into bed.  By the time you finished your morning routine, the smell of pancakes and coffee led you to the kitchen. You ran down the steps to greet your father.

“Good morning honey”

“Morning Dad”

You were so happy to be home.

He placed a plate in front of you as he kissed you on the cheek. You happily ate your breakfast together as he asked you about your classes for the semester.

“How are your friends? Have you heard from them?”, he questioned half heartily

“What friends?”

“The friends you came here with”

You racked your brain, but no memories appeared of you arriving with anybody. You knew you came here alone to visit your mother and father because you missed them more than you could imagine.

“I came here alone Dad, remember?”

Your father gave you a smile, “Of course I do”

Across town in the Jefferson residence, Peter paced back and forth in his basement. 

“(Y/N) has already been taken care of, but what will I do with you two”, he sneered, “I have to be careful with you, Lafayette. I can’t have your father snooping around for your remains after I’m finished with you”

Thomas and Lafayette sat, chained to the wall, scars scattered across their faces. They did everything they could to escape, but Peter was too strong for the both of them. All Thomas could think of was escaping and getting to (Y/N).

“What did you do to her”, Lafayette growled

“You know she won’t come for either of you, right? As soon as she walked through the front door, her father cast a spell that made her forget you”

Thomas’s eyes widened as his heart sunk. He didn’t attempt to stop the tears from falling.

“No”, he choked out, “Dad, no”

“Lafayette, this might be a new feeling for you, but Thomas, you should be used to it by now”

Peter smirked, satisfied at any opportunity to torment Thomas. He loathed him in ways that he did not understand. He walked up the stairs, locking them in the basement as Thomas began to scream. 

[deja-you]

Hey! Could you do a Drabble where like Thomas cheats on the reader and (kinda like Eliza) y/n takes him back but things just aren’t quite the way they were and it’s bothering both of them

yep! this one is 967 words

Your presence floods the room.

When the two of you were younger and newer to the whole idea of love and forever, you would flood the room with light. Golden, shimmering light that warmed the room from the inside out. He couldn't take his eyes off you.

You still fill the room with your presence; up to its full capacity. Now it's a flood.

You flood the apartment, the water damage seeping into the ground. Contractors say the damage is irreparable. But maybe it's not so.

Thomas can't remember the last time you've said his name. He misses the way it sounds on your tongue, but he understands this isn't something he deserves.

The bed is cold and empty while two people lay next to each other.

He reaches his hand toward you before pulling back. He knows better. Thomas misses you, but reaching out is what he wants, not you. He's made enough selfish decisions lately to last him a lifetime. He's afraid they will last him a lifetime.

If he's being honest, sometimes he thinks his life would be better if he had never told you. It was one mistake. One awful, unforgiving mistake that had destroyed everything good in his life. If Thomas had kept his mouth shut, everything could've remained unimpaired and beautiful. But nothing good can grow out of lies, and the very least you deserved was the truth.

That didn't make the admission any easier. The way you looked away from him when he had told you about her. If you were angry with him, if you had yelled or thrown something, he would've understood. Thomas, to some degree, had suspected this behavior. Maybe that's partly why it hurts more when you speak to him softly.

You are gentle to him in a way he doesn't deserve. It's not forgiveness, and it breaks his heart even further when he realizes it's shame. On your part. Somehow his actions have made you feel less than adequate, and this hurts him the most.

“Twenty years.” He remembers you saying after his confession. “I have loved you for twenty years.”

Your voice was quiet when you spoke, and he thinks it was so he wouldn’t be able to hear all the cracks and factures in your words.

“I have loved you and only you. I only know how to love you. I only know how to love you. Do you know that? I so desperately want to hate you for this!”

And Thomas responded with something like: “you deserve to hate me.”

“I know that. But I can’t. I can only love you, which leaves me to carry the blame of your infidelity myself. What could I have done to make you love me more?”

Thomas was stunned and shocked into silence.

You can’t help your voice from breaking on your next words. “You are the only person I will ever love. Why am I not enough for you?”

Those words haunt Thomas when he closes his eyes. And when he wakes up. And when he goes to work. And when he takes a shower. And when he makes dinner. There is no point in his life where those words don’t ring in the back of his mind like chains anchoring him to his crimes. Why am I not enough for you?

The two of you are lying in bed now, the both of you being as still as possible, hoping your presence doesn’t take up too much space. After a brief lapse into weakness, you have shut off your emotions, becoming a shell of the person you once were. Thomas misses your laugh and your anger and your raised eyebrows when he does something stupid and the way you used to kiss him because it brought you an endless amount of joy. There is nothing left, save for the pain and sorrow he has inflicted upon you.

Nights like these, the two of you can hear the entire city of New York. On the street below, a group of young girls climb into a taxi for a wild night out. In the apartment across the way, a musician is practicing for opening night at the city orchestra. Across the hall, a single mother tries to rock her baby to sleep while she talks to her sister on the phone. Brown-blue water washing against the riverbank a few blocks down.

There is so much going on outside, it reminds Thomas that there is more than just this moment lying next to you. There was the day he had first met you, sitting across from you in elementary and sharing crayons. There was your wedding day, when Thomas swore you were some sort of ethereal being. There was the day after he cheated on you, waking up with a pool of regret in his stomach. There were all these past moments in time that existed out of his reach, and there was every future moment he could spend loving you.

All these future moments with you could only exist if Thomas made a decision now. Gathering any remaining courage, he reaches out across the sheets that had become a vast ocean in the void between the two of you. You tense at the feeling of his fingers on your skin, but after a long moment, you allow yourself to sink into his embrace.

Thomas feels a warmth surge in his chest at your silent acceptance, and delicately – because this might all fall apart if he isn’t careful – he pulls you closer to him. He presses his lips against your back like they could take away the pain his actions had inflicted. It’s not okay, and nothing will ever be the same, but the both of you are learning to love each other in new ways.

[jefferoni-quotes]

42 jamilton?

42. “It’s okay to break.” - “I’m not going to break.” 

You got it!!

- 

“For fucks sake, Washington, I get off in an hour and now you email me the paperwork due for the end of the day?!” Thomas whisper-yelled at his monitor, quickly replying to the email with much more PG language.

The furious tapping of his keyboard and pissed off nose exhales fill the office space for a solid ten minutes as he checks over and types angrily. 

“Hey, Thomas?”

He turned around.

“You were supposed to go home an hour ago, you okay?” Alexander questioned.

Thomas glanced up at his clock, he swore only ten minutes had passed, tops. ”Oh, yeah, I’m fine.” He turned back to the screen, lights searing into his eyes. Thomas blinked. “God...” He put his head in his hands.

“It’s okay to break,” Alexander offered.

“I’m not going to break.” Thomas hissed, saving his work and turning the computer off. 

Alexander raised an eyebrow. “Alright then, lets go home.”

Thomas looked around towards Alex painfully. “Help me up?”

He rolled his eyes. “Legs fall asleep?”

“They’re just resting!”

“Alright, you big lump.”

-

ooops im gon sleep now

ill do other requests tomorrow