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It’s Okay (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

SO sorry that i took so long with this request <3, enjoyyyyyy

Request: Could you write a fic where Jefferson is helping the reader who has depression through a really hard day? 😊

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Word Count: 1392

Warning: this does deal with depression, well, depression as it is with me since this is how i feel all the time but yeah, lots of moments of insecurity and also, i do put a lot of insults in here, a curse word (yes just one lol), umm if there is anything else you guys see lmk please, i dont want to accientally trigger smth with somebody thanks <3

Nothing particularly bad happened that day, or even that week. But you still woke up that day, feeling the worst you had felt in a while.

The first thing you did when you woke up was go to the bathroom. But on the way to the bathroom was your big, full length mirror, and you made the huge mistake of looking at it. You only had your panties on, since you and your boyfriend, Thomas, had had a fun night last night.

The moment your eyes fell onto your body, you felt immediate disgust. Your gaze started at your face.

Your nose is too crooked. Your mouth falls too low on one side, and your top lip isn’t as big as your bottom lip. Your eyes are an ugly shade of muddy brown. Your hair is too short and it makes you look way too old. Your neck is too long

Your eyes moved lower, onto the top half of your body.

Your left boob is lopsided. Your right boob is too big and it sags too much. Your nipples are ugly. Your stomach is too pudgy. You need to work out. You’re just way too fat in general.

Your eyes fell lower.

Your thighs are too fat. Your calves are too thick. Your feet are too big.

So many bad thoughts ran through your head. Tears started welling up in your eyes, as your mind fell into even darker places.

You talk too much. Thomas can’t stand listening to you ramble on about your boring days. He hates your laugh. He spends all day at work because he can’t stand to be with such a worthless person.

That word kept echoing in your head. Worthless. Worthless. It was accurate to describe you, you thought.

You continued your journey to the bathroom, but much more slowly now. You got ready, taking twice as long as you usually took. Your bad thoughts were invading your mind, and you could hardly concentrate on your morning routine.

If you can’t even take care of yourself, what makes you think you can go out and take care of the people you love? You’re just being useless.

It was another word to echo in your head. Useless. Useless.

More words echoed in your head, until you were sure that you were the worst human alive.

Tears started to spill down your face. You silently cried in the bathroom, before wiping the tears away and walked out.

Thomas was already up, getting into his suit for work.

“Hey honey, I was thinking I could come during my lunch break and we could have a little date. Madison told me the coffee shop across the street from where you work is- Y/N, are you okay?”

He looked up from tying his tie to see you holding your arms close to your chest, your cheeks still stained from the tears you missed.

“I’m fine, Thomas.” You waved him off as he tried to walk to you. He stopped in his tracks, and just stared at you.

“Are you sure? You don’t look like your feeling well.”

“I’m fine, honey. You’re gonna be late for work.” You walked up to him and finished his tie for him. You gave him a kiss on his nose and walked past him, acting as if you were going to grab your own clothes. Thomas said nothing as he walked out of the room.

You laid down in your bed, curling into a ball. Today wasn’t going to be a good day. You knew that much.

I should just sleep. If I sleep, I won’t bother anyone.

You closed your eyes and once you started to drift off to sleep, you heard the front door open.

“Y/N! Are you still here?”

It was Thomas. You got up from the bed, and walked out. Thomas was carrying two bags of grocery.

“Why are you here, Tommy?”

“I took the day off.” He explained as he emptied out the contents of the bags onto the kitchen counter.

In one bag were different ingredients to make a big breakfast. In the other bag were different comfort foods, yours and Thomas’ favorites.

“I couldn’t leave my favorite girl all by herself.”

You shook your head. As you opened your mouth to argue with Thomas, and tell him he should go back to work, he grabbed your face.

“Y/N, I know you. I wasn’t going to leave you alone when you’re not feeling happy.”

“Thomas, I don’t want you to miss another day of work for me.”

He shrugged. “It’s fine. There was a meeting today anyway, and who wants to hear Hamilton go off on one of his tangents. Don’t worry, I’m not missing anything.” He gives you a kiss on your forehead, and turns away to start making breakfast.

“So maybe we could finally finish that episode of Criminal Minds that we started ages ago and never finished. Now we’re almost two seasons behind. I can’t believe we just let our favorite show slip through our fingers,” He said this, wiggling his fingers, as if mimicking something falling through them.

You knew his words were harmless; they were playful. But when your depression hit you this hard, you twisted everything to be an insult to you.

He was right. How could you let something you love so dearly just leave you? It's no wonder everyone leaves you.

Thomas noticed your face drop farther than it was before. “No, babe. Aw fuck.” He dropped what he was doing and stood in front of you. “I- You- I… Do you want your eggs scrambled or fried?”

You sniffed. “An omelet?”

He smiled big and said, “Of course! Do you want any vegetables in it? Onions, tomatoes?” As you shook your head, he got an idea. “Cheese! Cheese would be great! You want cheese?” You gave a weak smile and told him yes.

He got right to work, and began to ramble on and on about unimportant things. You didn’t realize it, but it was the surefire way of getting you out of your depression. Thomas had spent the past couple years perfecting this technique. He was happy to see that through all his nervous rambling, and the therapy you went to every week, you were getting better. But bad days still came. And since you wouldn’t be able to see your therapist until way later into the week, his nervous rambling was the best he could give. And very slowly, it seemed to work.

Even though you still felt horrible, his words were helping. They were slowly drawing you out of your sadness, until there was a tiny little light shining through.

Something Thomas said had you giggling. He paused in his cooking. He was beyond delighted you were feeling better, but he was afraid if he turned around and acknowledged you, you’d get embarrassed. He didn’t want to risk it, so he continued cooking and kept rambling on and on.

It didn’t take much longer to cook breakfast. Once it was done, Thomas set the plate down in front of you and got you a glass of orange juice. He quickly got his own plate and sat down in front of you. The both of you sat in silence for a while before Thomas swallowed whatever was in his mouth and spoke.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

You didn’t answer at first. You didn’t know how to explain it. But considering Thomas skipped work today to keep you company, you owed him an explanation.

“I just… Woke up this morning, feeling bad. I don’t even know how to explain it.”

“Y/N...”

“I know, I shouldn’t feel like this. But sometimes, I just can’t help it.”

“No, you shouldn’t feel like this,” he said softly. “But you do. And it’s okay. You don’t need to make yourself feel worse, honey. You’re still getting better.”

You smiled at him.

“Maybe you should try to visit with your therapist today?” he suggested.

“No, I think I can hold off until the end of the week.”

Thomas didn’t say anything, just reached over to grab your hand.

The two of you ate in silence. Your mood didn’t magically lift by just spending time with him, but knowing there was someone there you could rely on was good enough.

[jumpingjackets]

wrong thing (thomas jefferson x reader)

Request:

Anonymous said: Could you do a imagine (or headcanons if you like that better) of like Thomas and his s/o doing sexy times and he's dirty talking and she's into it until he uses a derogatory nickname and she doesn't like it? Essentially i just want it to end if fluffy sex 🙈🙈🙈

Word Count: 1075

A/N: i havent written anything in three months and I come back with a smut fic, hope you like it! (also this is like three months late I am s o sorry you probably don’t even remember sending this ahhhhhh pls forgive me i'm a mess) (ps. I wrote like half of this in my English class and was scared shitless that someone would read it omg)

TW: nsfw

The door was absentmindedly shut by Thomas pushing your back against it, his lips never detaching themselves from the skin on your neck. You blindly searched for the lock, turning it as Thomas’ lips reached the corner of yours.

You looked up at his looming figure, eyes big and innocent in the way you knew would drive him wild, and it seemed to have worked. He full on growled as he crashed your lips together, nipping and licking his tongue over your bottom lip whenever he could. His lips trailed down your jaw, forcing your head to tilt back, hitting the door.

You grabbed a handful of his shirt, breathing out in pleasure directly in his ear.

“Thomas, please.” You said, voice heavy with lust and need. He chuckled into your skin, blowing hot air in the spot he had been attacking.

“Yeah?” he said, two of his fingers gripping on your chin to make you look up at him. “Hands and knees on the bed, princess.” He said, voice dominant and demanding, leaving no room for argument (not that there would be any from your part).

Your body had a mind of its own, making sure to crawl slowly and jut your ass out because Thomas is watching your every move. His eyes followed you, not moving as you situated in position. He remained unmoving even as you rested on your forearms, exposing your bottom even more.

A whine escaped from the back of your throat, almost like a begging dog.

“Thomas,” You breathed out, his name slipping from your mouth in a submissive daze. He scanned your body before walking agonizingly slow towards you.

“Look at you.” You felt the bed dip behind you as Thomas situated himself between your spread legs. His hands went to grab your hips, “Already so needy and I’ve barely touched you. You’re just a little whore today, aren’t you?”

The moment the word left his lips, your whole body tensed up. You sat on your bent legs, looking down in timid embarrassment.

Thomas was quick to back up from you, kneeling next to you off the bed.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, shit. Y/N. Are you okay?” He looked at you frantically for any sort of hint that you’re okay, taking extra care as to not touch you.

“No… No, yeah, I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m not super into that word and I guess–”

“God, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I wouldn’t have, you know, if I had known.” he spoke quickly, like he was nervous. You gave him a small smile and cupped both of his cheeks in your hands.

“I know. You are too perfect.” You said simply. His eyes moved from both your eyes before an easy smile fell on his features. You stayed that way for a bit, just staring into each other’s eyes.

He stood up slowly, carefully laying you back down on your bed, his eyes never leaving yours. His hands were roaming your body gently, a heavy contrast from the previous foreplay. You felt like your skin was melting with his touch, soft and delicate, but with a sense of security and protection.

He kissed the nape of your neck, down your collar bones to your breast. Having his tongue circle your perked nipple had your back arching. Your hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, your moans directly at his ear.

“Thomas,” you whispered, bucking your hips up to clash with his clothed cock. You heard his breath hitch beside you. With eyes hooded and darkened with lust, your reached between the both of you to palm over him.

Thomas sat up, but you kept your hand massaging him. Under your fingers, you could feel him harden and tent his underwear. The small sounds emitting from him were enough to make you drunk.

He slid your underwear down slowly, kissing your protruding hip bone down to your crotch, licking wide tongued over your slit. You breathed in sharply, mostly in surprise, and intertwined your fingers in his hair. You tightened your grip around his curls, and you could hear him also take in a breath.

As he closed his mouth around your clit, his hands wrapped around both your thighs, keeping you steady. You threw your head back, raising your chest slightly out of pleasure. Your skin felt like it was on fire, and Thomas’ tongue rubbing you the right way, it was hard to think of anything.

You straightened your legs as much as you could with Thomas holding onto your thighs like his life depended on him. He detached his lips from you to suck a small bruise into your thighs. You could feel a warmth at the bottom of your stomach, twisting and prodding and taunting you.

“Thomas, Thomas,” you moaned like his name was gospel, like it hurt to say it. He responded with prodding his tongue in your opening, subconsciously breathing hot air directly to your clit.

“Just like that,” you had already closed your eyes, head back into the pillow. Breathing in only helped bring you closer to your orgasm.

Thomas smiled, his lips kissing your thighs that were littered with purple and pink marks, and his fingers slid around to roll your clit. That what had sent you over the edge, fingers curling like fists on the sheets, head thrown farther back in ecstasy, your thighs trembling around Thomas’ head. He continued to touch your clit and kiss your thighs until the pleasure was too much, where your thighs were closing in on his head.

Thomas trailed slow, lazy kisses up your body, his tongue rolling slowly with both your nipples, until he was below your jaw.

For good measure, he slid his hand down you again, rubbing your clit again, making your body jolt slightly with overstimulation.

“Thomas!” You said, hitting his shoulder playfully. He laughed and kissed your forehead.

“I’m sorry, darling.” He said, definitely not sorry. You saw in his eyes a certain love and adoration with enough force to make you want to kiss him. And you did, having a good time kissing and nipping at his lips until you were certain that they would be bruised by tomorrow.

“I’m a bit tired, love. Can we continue some other time?” He said, voice uncharacteristically shy. You studied his lips and then his eyes again.

“’Course, babe. Some other time.”

That other time was just a few hours away.

[chillininmonticello]

Surprise!

Word Count: 1,464

AUs: Modern, College, Soulmate

Genre: Fluuuuuff

Pairing: Thomas x Reader

Warnings: Some swearing, mention of alcohol

A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first Hamilton imagine, I hope you all enjoy. I'm quite nervous, feedback is very welcome. Please send in requests for characters and cast alike. Thank you!

    Life as a college student was kicking your ass, for lack of better phrasing. Exams were excruciating. You were sure that your body composition was at least thirty percent coffee at this point, on account of several sleepless nights dedicated to writing and studying. But now, that chapter has passed. It was as if the campus breathed a sigh of relief all at once. Currently, you sat across a couple of close friends, namely Aaron Burr and James Madison, in a quaint cafe you discovered during one of your several all nighters. The Schuyler sisters tagged along as well, Eliza sat at your right with her soulmate, Alexander, practically attached to her hip.

    “Alright Madison, what’s this bright idea you just had to drag us all out for?” Angelica quipped from your left, picking at the sandwich in front of her. James sat up a little straighter after being addressed, clearing his throat. “Right! As you all know, our friend Thomas has been away, studying abroad in Paris, for ages,” He began. Alex made a noise of discontent, earning a nudge from Eliza.

“What? He’s not my friend,” He returned, “don’t roll your eyes at me, Burr.” Everyone chuckled lightly as Eliza simply patted Alex’s shoulder, shutting him up momentarily. Soulmates had that effect on each other. You felt your chest tighten at the idea, shooting a quick glance to your wrist. The words imprinted there brought a wave of comfort over your being.

“What the fuck?” was elegantly scrawled across the flesh on your inner wrist– the first words you would hear your soulmate speak. It always made you laugh, daydreaming of the scenarios that could play out to elicit such words from the mouth of the one who was made for you. Your eyes returned forward, James opening his mouth to continue his prior thought.

“As I was saying,” James cut his eyes to Alexander, who remained silent, “Thomas is coming home in a week. I know we don’t all get along, but I figured it would be a good excuse to throw a party. Surprise Thomas, blow off steam after midterms, and get drunk.” He proposed, eyes dancing over the group. “Can I bring my boys?” Alex questioned, referring to Lafayette, Herc, and John Laurens, whom he was constantly with. You couldn’t blame him, they were good company to keep, and you often ended up around them when going out with the girls (as Alex could never let Eliza go alone). Burr nodded, “Bring whoever you want, we’re trying to make this as big as possible. You know how Thomas is.”

“So I finally get to meet this infamous Thomas?” You inquired. James smiled brightly. “I’m sure you’ll love him, he’s been my best friend for years.” As if his silence had a time limit, Alex piped up again, once again sharing his dislike for the man in question.

“Or maybe you won’t like him, (y/n), I mean I wouldn’t be able to blame you.” He shrugged, and you shook your head with a knowing smirk on your lips. “We’ll see Hamilton, we’ll see.”

A few days later, dress shopping was in order. Eliza and Angelica were tucked off in dressing rooms while Peggy roamed the store with you. The both of you shuffled through racks, making small talk as you went.

“So, what’s this Thomas like?” You questioned, shifting your gaze from clothing to your friend. She thought for a moment, fingers brushing over a dress made of crushed velvet. “He’s charming, but not the most agreeable guy around. Girls flock to him though, a real ladies’ man.” You laughed at her description, questioning how he kept guys like Aaron and James as friends. Perhaps there was one in every friend group, a helpless flirt. John Laurens certainly matched that description, as you recalled many harmless passes he made at you, it seemed Thomas was that way as well.

“Oh, (y/n), you have to try this on!” Peggy pulled you from your thoughts, shoving a little black dress in to your arms and herding you to a dressing room. It fit perfectly, hugging to your sides like a second skin. It exposed your shoulders, forming a straight line across your chest, the long sleeves flaring at your wrists. It made you feel confident and striking, and the light in Peggy’s eyes seemed to agree. “Perfect! Just like I thought. No need to thank me.” She winked and you smiled at your reflection, eager for the weekend.

Saturday arrived with little to no excitement along the way. You were clad in the dress Peggy blessed you with. With sharp wings lining your eyes and your lips adorned with the color the color of wine, you felt dangerous, alluring. John, without missing a beat, whistled and handed you a cup of booze. “Damn, (y/n), I bet Thomas is going to fall right on his ass when he sees you. Givin’ all those French girls a run for their money, huh?” You giggle, taking a sip of what he handed you–coke and rum.

“Tsk, tsk, Laurens, what would your soulmate think.” You teased causing him to roll his eyes. “You know it’s all talk. Gotta practice for the big day.” He reasoned, flashing his wrist with a large smile. The words “you charmer” etched into his skin, the penmanship loopy and frilly. “Keep on practicing, you charmer.” You joked, lifting your cup slightly as you dipped and headed towards Angelica. Several minutes passed and James’ voice eventually rose above everyone’s conversations.

“Thomas is just a few minutes away! The party will resume at full volume after his arrival, so please, stay quiet and get in your places. Don’t forget to yell a big surprise!” James was giddy, you could tell. Happy his best friend was finally coming home, you couldn’t blame him. You stood beside him and Aaron, talking in hushed voices about the location of the soon-to-arrive Thomas Jefferson.

A hush fell over the room as the door knob jiggled. Excitement buzzed in the atmosphere and you couldn’t resist the lively smile that played on your lips. The few seconds that passed seemed like hours as they stretched on, everyone jittering and waiting for someone to come through the door. Then he did.

He, Thomas, stepped over the threshold, a barrage of “surprise!” (including the shout that spilled from your lips) assaulted his ears. He was obviously spooked, eyes wide and darting from face to face. “What the fuck?” He awkwardly chuckled, cocking his eyebrows once his eyes settled on James, who left your side to greet his friend.

A tingling on your wrist stole your attention from the scene of reunion to the patch of flesh that was now alight with feeling. Your chest swelled. Eyes flickering back up, it was obvious Thomas was feeling it too, his gaze directed at his wrist; undoubtedly sharing the same feeling. You drank in his appearance. His curls were gorgeous, perfectly wild, framing his face like a work of art. His facial hair accented his features divinely and his height would be intimidating if you weren't already so infatuated.

Thomas’ eyes snapped to yours and you felt something within you click. Those beautiful, warm eyes bore into yours. A blush rose to your cheek as he strode towards you, a devilish grin on his face. All eyes were on the both of you as he reached his hand towards you. You obliged, letting your hand be consumed in his warmth, his lips dancing lightly on your skin for a brief moment.

“It's a pleasure to finally meet you, darlin’. What's your name?” Thomas inquires, southern accent evident in his speech. It made your heart flutter. You could see what Peggy meant by charming.

“I'm (y/n).” You responded, voice failing you in all the excitement. He grinned, squeezing your hand gently. All you wanted was to get away from the party, to get to know him in peace and quiet. But the chatter that surrounded you was a reminder that you indeed weren't alone, and this was his welcome home celebration.

“I knew you would like him, (y/n)!” James laughed, clapping Thomas on the back. Several of your friends congratulated you, giving you a brief hug, aside from Alex who was completely bewildered. “Of course you're Thomas’ soulmate, you poor girl! It's so ironic I should have seen it coming!” Alex shook his head.

“Oh hush Hamilton, this is my moment.” You pointed and you heard Thomas laugh heartily beside you. It was like music to your ears, you could listen to it all day.

“Well sugar, if there was any doubt that you were my soulmate, that settles it. Look out, Hamilton, I've got back up now.”

[serkewen12]

Something There Part 7

Annnnnd I’m back! Here we go lovelies! I really hope you enjoy and I’m so sorry about the long wait!

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Word Count: 3431 (I know it’s shorter than normal, it felt like the right place to end the chapter)

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six)

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Angelica had never left an event so quickly in her life. Lafayette nodded with understanding as she had kissed his cheek before hailing a cab. Angelica called (Y/N)'s phone multiple times with no response, she tossed her phone in her bag with an angry huff.

"Damn it! What the hell happened back there? I'm sorry but can you please drive a little faster? This is an emergency."

When the cab pulled up in front of the Schuyler home she rushed up the walk way and when she reached the porch she stopped in her tracks. (Y/N) was sitting on the top step with her knees pulled up to her chest with tears cascading down her cheeks. She was slowly pulling bobby pins from her hair and throwing them into the yard. 

"Oh sweetie..." Angie said as she slowly approached her. (Y/N) jumped and quickly started wiping the tears off her face. 

"Angie! I'm sorry... I didn't want to go home. I knew he would go there to look for me. I'll pick up the bobby pins," she said as she started to stand up.

"You sure as hell will not," Angelica snapped," Come on let's go inside and get you cleaned up."

You followed Angelica into the living room and sat on her couch. You stared at you hands as she sat next to you and looked you over. You must have looked like a disaster, mascara running all over you face and your hair half out of the up-do Peggy had worked so hard on. You felt your bottom lip start to quiver and a familiar burn in the corners of your eyes as tears threatened to start flowing again. No... no... no more tears. 

"What happened? You ran out of there so fast and did I see you slap Thomas?" Angie questioned.

"Alex was right about everything," you whispered.

"What the hell are you talking about? What do you mean Alex was right?"

"About Thomas..."

"What did I tell you about letting Alex ruin this for you girl? Thomas..."

"THOMAS DOESN'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ME!" 

Angelica jumped back slightly at your outburst. You took a shaky breath to calm yourself down.

"I heard him," you whispered, "I heard what he said to Aaron. He told... he told him that he needed to be quiet because he had worked so hard to earn my trust and then he told him that he would use me in any way that he pleased..."

Angelica gasped and wrapped her arm around your shoulders tightly as your tears started flowing again.

"I'm so stupid Angie... I just... can I stay here for awhile?"

"Consider it done. I'll go get the spare room set up and grab you some pajamas."

Angelica hurried up the stairs to find you a change of clothes leaving you to wallow in your thoughts. Your phone buzzed continuously in your bag causing you to frown as you fished it out. Texts from Alexander, Hercules, Lafayette, and Thomas were coming in over and over. Asking you what happened, asking where you had went, if you were okay, and the ones from Thomas begged you to let him explain and to answer your phone. You had ten missed calls. As you held it your phone lit up with an incoming call. Thomas. You glared at the screen and swiped to red circle and quickly shut your phone off then tossed it across the couch.

You slowly made your way up the stairs and found Angelica finishing making the bed in the spare bedroom. She looked at you and gave you a small smile, which you tried your best to return. 

"Eliza is on her way home and she will most likely have Alex with her," Angie said with concern.

"I don't want to see him. I don't want to see any of them. I don't want to hear all the "I told you so's"," you said as you sat down on the bed. 

"I will make sure that he leaves you alone. Here are some pajamas, just lay down and get some rest," she said as she left.

Angelica had successfully kept the boys at bay with a lot of help from Eliza. You didn't wake up until almost noon the next day. All of the crying and stress had collapsed down upon you and when you woke up your body felt stiff and heavy. Quietly you made you way across the hall into the bathroom, not wanting to alert the sisters that you were awake because you didn't feel like talking to anyone. Looking into the mirror you let out a small sigh. You had mascara smudged half way across your face, your hair was tangled and sticking out in all directions, your eyes were still red and puffy, and you knew you were going to have dark circles after scrubbing off the make up. I'm a mess.

Stepping into the shower you winced as the water stung your skin. You had turned it up higher than you usually did but your aching body needed it. The water running against your skin brought the smallest amount of relief. The lump in your throat was starting to return as you rinsed the shampoo from your hair. 

"I'm not going to cry...I'm not," you whispered to yourself.

Your mantra had failed and you sank to sit in the tub and let the water wash over you. A million questions swirled in your brain. 

"How could I let this happen? Damn it I promised myself I would keep my guard up..." you seethed through your tears.

You sat in silence as you thought over the events from the last three months. How did he manage to weasel his way into your heart so effortlessly. Then again this is my fault... I was the one who thought it would be funny to prove Laf wrong. Who's laughing now? That son of a bitch most likely. No matter how many times you thought over every dinner, every meeting, every text message, he had never shown a single sign. Now it was too late and the damage was done. I love him.

"I was ready... this was supposed to be it. I wanted to tell him," you sobbed. 

You thought about how you had defended yourself and your relationship with Thomas to your friends. They had been so against it and angry, sure they had said they were going to give him a chance, but you knew better. I bet they can't wait to tell me how they were right about him. Alex and his smug grin he gets whenever he is right floated through your mind and it made your scowl. Alex knew you were in love with Thomas and you didn't want to think about what he might say to you now. 

Thomas's voice echoed in your head, all the nice things he had ever said, his laugh, that tone he got when he was alone and only talking to you. You willed yourself to forget all the things that had seemed so sincere, all the things he had said that made your heart race. You tried to will yourself to hate him, but instead you found yourself hating how much you loved him even after what had happened. 

"What do I have to do (Y/N)? How can I ever make you see?" 

"You don't have anything to apologize for." 

"You called me Thomas. You've never called me Thomas before."

"Listen to me, you are going to look amazing. You are the most beautiful person I've ever seen."

"Maybe I should talk to him... let him explain. No, no, no this is exactly the kind of bullshit thinking that lead me to trust him in the first place. He showed me his true colors and there isn't anything else I need to hear," you scold yourself. I love him. Loved him... no... no matter how much I try... I love him.

It had been three days and you had still refused to turn your phone on or talk to anyone except for Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy. Angie and Eliza had been doing everything they could to help comfort you. They had run off Hercules and Alexander again this afternoon. Peggy on the other hand was ready to commit homicide.

"I'm serious (Y/N) I've watch a lot of 48 Hours Hard Evidence and I'm pretty confident that I could get away with it," Peggy said between bites of ice cream.

"I don't want Thomas dead," you said quietly.

"Why? He deserves it for what he did! I can't believe him," Peggy complained.

"Because I love him Peg. Damn it.. loved him. Who was it that said I was crazy for being worried? Who was it that said Thomas would never do anything when I said I was worried? Oh that's right it was you!" 

"I know and I'm sorry."

"I need to go home," you said.

"Why? I thought you wanted to stay here until you were ready."

"I need my own clothes," you mutter, "I don't really want to leave... but I need my stuff if I'm going to stay here."

"I can go get you some of your stuff," Eliza said as she came into the living room.

Eliza had been gone for almost an hour. You were beyond thankful to her for offering to go get you your things. She had taken a list your wrote out and promised to do her best to find everything. When you offered to go with her she insisted you sit back down and relax. Peggy had gotten up and headed upstairs leaving you alone in the living room. You flipped through the channels on the television and stopped on The Food Network. Masterchef was on, usually seeing one of your favorite shows would have brought a smile on your face, but not today. You frowned as memories of all the times Thomas and you had lounged on the couch and debated about the contestants. Quickly switching the t.v. off you put the remote down and crossed your arms and focused on the flames dancing in the fireplace.

"He's even ruining my favorite show," you lamented.

"Hey (Y/N) I'm back," Eliza said as she walked in pulling a rolling suitcase behind her.

"Thanks so much," you reply gratefully as you sat up.

You started digging through the bag looking for a new pair of pajama pants and Eliza slowly sank down onto the couch. There was an envelope in her hands and she looked nervous as she turned it in her hands.

"What's that?" You asked.

"It was stuck to your door when I got there," Eliza said carefully as she handed it to you.

Looking the envelope over you saw that it was blank and opened it, Thomas's handwriting was immediately recognizable. His elegant script was unmistakable as your eyes quickly scanned the beginning of the letter. The familiar lump in your throat returned as you read his plea for you to return his calls, to say anything just so he knew you were okay. He wants to know that I'm okay? How the fuck does he think I am?! The sound of paper crinkling as your hands tightened around the edges of the letter permeated the air. For the first time your despair gave way to anger as you shot off the couch and crossed the distance to the fireplace.

"(Y/N)?" Eliza questioned.

"That bastard wants to know if I'm okay? IF I'M OKAY?! HOW THE FUCK DOES HE THINK I'M GOING TO BE AFTER WHAT HAPPENED?" You shouted as you looked one last time at the letter before throwing it into the fire.

Eliza came up and stood next to you and watched as the paper curled in the flames and his carefully written words turned to ash. You trembled slightly as rage coursed through you.

"He thinks he can just write me a pretty letter and I'm going to come crawling back? Like that will erase what I heard him say..." 

Eliza nodded in agreement, "I hope that he burns."

The clock showed 8:20 am when you finished getting dressed. You knew you couldn't hide forever and you had to return to class. 

"I'm fine. It's going to be fine," you said to yourself.

Slowly you piled your textbooks and papers into your bag. You were forever grateful that Angelica had made sure that you knew the assignments you had missed over the last week and you were pleased that at the very least you weren't behind on homework. There was enough to worry about when you thought of returning to the university without having to be bogged down with past due work. You slipped on your flats and snagged your phone off the charger before heading down stairs.

Before you had made it halfway down the stairs you stopped when you heard Angelica's voice and she sounded irritated.

"I already told you not to come here Alex," Angelica snapped.

“I know, but I'm worried. She hasn't answered any calls or texts and now she has missed a whole week of school," Alex reasoned.

"We are all worried, but (Y/N) will come back to school when she is ready."

"At least let me see her so I can let the guys know how she is," he begged.

"I promised her that I would keep you all away..."

"It's okay Angelica," you said as you walked down the rest of the stairs.

Angelica turned around quickly and looked at the backpack in your hand and back to your face and frowned. She came over quickly and looked concerned.

"(Y/N) what are you doing?"

"I'm going to class today," you said simply and you spotted a smile spread across Alex's face.

"Are you sure? Honey it's okay to wait a bit longer. If you aren't ready, you shouldn't force yourself," she said.

You pulled her into a hug and walked towards Alex, "I'm not sure if I'm ready, but I am sure that hiding here isn't going to solve anything. I'll see you later Angie."

Alex walked beside you as you went down the street and seemed to be at war with himself trying to figure out what to say. 

"So..."

"So?" You questioned without looking at him.

"How are you?"

"How do you think I am Alexander," you deadpanned.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not exactly."

"Alright then..." Alexander trailed off.

Nervous energy coursed through you as you walked closer and closer to the door of your first class. Alexander hadn't left your side for the entire journey across the campus. Slowly as you walked into the classroom you were almost scared to look up at the row where you knew Thomas sat. He was always there early, being the damn over achiever that he was.

"Well at least you won't have to stress about homework," Alex said cheerfully, "You're welcome by the way."

"Oh please what do you want? A metal? We both know Eliza rode your ass about making sure to tell her what the assignments were," you groused.

"That's beside the point," he argued as he pulled out his notebooks.

As you pulled out your books you turned and threw a tentative glance over your shoulder. Thomas's desk was empty, but it didn't take you long before you made eye contact with James. He tried to give you a sympathetic look, but you only glared before willing back around. A frown marred your features as you stared at your desk and mulled over Thomas's absence, it was a relief if you were being honest, but at the same time the familiar feeling of concern was trying to weasel it's way into your head. Thomas wasn't one to miss classes, even when he was sick he was usually there looking like death warmed over. No, nope, it doesn't matter. (Y/N) pull yourself together... he just broke your heart, he doesn't deserve an ounce of your concern.

"I had to present our debate project all by myself!" Alexander ranted dramatically as you both sat at your normal lunch table with Hercules and John.

"Oh please, it's not like you don't love to show off," you scoffed earning a laugh from Herc.

"Yeah Alexander, you are basically the biggest mouth in the school, I highly doubt you had an issue debating all on your own," Herc said.

"Soooo what was the outcome of the debate?" You asked throwing Alex a look.

"I won of course."

"Then what the hell are you bitching for?"

"Because I can," Alex complained.

You rolled your eyes and dipped your fries into ketchup. Alexander spoke quickly as he gave a play by play of how the debate had gone. John shook his head as Alex waved his arms as he angrily complained about being insulted. 

"Where is Thomas? I noticed he wasn't in class today," you commented absentmindedly.

Looking up from your food you saw all three men staring at you looking surprised.

"Who gives a shit," Herc bit out.

"Yeah (Y/N) why does it matter?" Alex asked.

"I don't know. I guess I was just thinking out loud..." Why did I say that? 

You frowned at the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking about him after everything that had happened. In the back of your mind the phrase surfaced again, you love him. God damn it!

"Well you won't have to worry about him, " Hercules commented, "I had a little discussion with him about staying away from you if he knows what's good for him."

"Are you serious?" You snapped.

"Oh shit..." John said. "What?" 

John pointed behind Alex and you felt yourself stop breathing for a moment. Thomas was standing not far off staring at the table like he had seen a ghost. James was standing next to him and looked concerned as he realized you had seen them. You tried to pull the best glare you could muster but it just wasn't working. You weren't ready. He was standing there with that magenta sweater you loved so much and sadness marred his handsome face. You felt a hand on your arm and quickly looked away and saw John holding out a napkin. Your plan to be strong had crumbled and tears were flowing freely instead of the glare you so desperately wanted to send his way. 

"I need to go," you said in a rush as you grabbed all your things.

"(Y/N) wait!" 

You ignored them as you rushed away from the table and towards the street to head home. You wanted to crawl into a hole and stay there. I wasn't ready... Angrily you wiped away tears as you headed towards Angelica's.

"(Y/N)!" 

James's voice rang out behind you and you prayed that he was at least alone. You didn't want to face Thomas and look weak. Stopping and slowly turning around you felt a small amount of relief when you saw him by himself hurrying to catch up to you. He began to cough a bit as he finally reached you and you reached out concerned that he was going to have an attack.

"James what are you doing?"

"I... I had to talk to you," he said as he calmed his breathing.

"I don't want to hear it," you snapped and began walking again. I know it isn't his fault... but then again how the fuck can I know that he didn't know what Thomas was up too. They are best friends after all.

"Please! Please hear me out," he pleaded, "You need to talk to him! He is a wreck! I've never seen him like this..."

You felt something snap as you whipped around and shoved a finger into James's chest, "OH HE'S A WRECK? HE IS A WRECK? WHAT ABOUT ME JAMES?!"

James shrunk back slightly, "I know what he said hurt you and he is an idiot, but I think there is more to what..."

"NO! There isn't a damn thing more to what happened! I should go talk to him? I don't fucking think so."

"He is miserable. He has barely leaves his house! I don't know what to do," he said desperately.

"Well he should of fucking thought about that before he did what he did! He can go to hell! The both of you can just go to hell!" You shouted as hot new tears streamed down your face before storming away leaving James staring at the ground.

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Hamilton imagines, drabbles, one shots.

I’m taking requests for Hamilton related content, send in requests please. I joined the fandom like 2 months ago and I was really inspired to write fan fic, so please don’t be shy, send in those requests:)

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The Lotto (Part 8/?) (Tjeff x Reader)

Part 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 //  8  // to be continued...

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Trigger Warnings: Jealousy, (Half) Nakedness, badly translated French

 Description: There are many thoughts going through your head, when something awkward happens.

Words: 648

Y/N … Your Name

Translations:

Être magnifique. (French) … That´s wonderful.

A few weeks after the incident at the market, you´re getting dressed for the day. Since Y/F/N said to you that she likes Thomas, you can´t help, but feel an angry fire in your chest every time she and Thomas talk to each other. You always were the more mature and more reasonable person of the two of you, while she, well let´s say she´s always been a player and a hot headed person who often got wasted  and then you had to pick her up at like 2 am. You were never mad at her, but since she “likes” Thomas, you… well, you have this feeling in your guts and you can´t stand the idea of Thomas getting hurt like this. And, you want him for yourself.

While your thoughts wander through your mind, there is a knock at your door. Without thinking and assuming it´s Sally, you say,

“Come in!”

With your back still to the door, you continue to get dressed, but freeze when you hear the voice behind you.

“Um, Y/N…”

You quickly grab the sheets on the bed and pull them over your body.

“Thomas?”

You ask him as you slowly turn around. His eyes are wide open and he´s blushing, looking to the ground. You never thought that Thomas could look so small.

“I am so, so sorry, Thomas! I didn´t think, before I let you in. I-I thought you were Sally!”

You end the sentence with a breathy laugh. Thomas looks shocked up to you.

“Oh, no, no! It´s my fault! I-I should´ve asked if I could come in! ,” he stutters.

You both stand there a few seconds in an awkward silence, staring at each other.

I could look into those eyes for forever! , you think.

You realize that you´re still staring at Thomas and so is he at you. You ask him,

“Um… could you turn around?”

He´s frozen to his spot but then looks up again and stumbles to turn around.

“Of course! I-I have to apologize again! It´s just… you´re very, very beautiful!”

Your brows knit together in confusion.

Did he just… compliment me?

You feel the butterflies flying in your stomach.

He couldn´t have meant it like that! It was probably just a genuine thing he said. I mean there are women that are way more beautiful than me!

“Y/N?”

Thomas´ voice interrupts your thoughts.

“Is everything okay? Did, did I say something wrong? I-I´m sorry, if I upset you! I shouldn´t have said that!”

He stumbles over his words and reaches for the door to leave, but you stop him.

“Wait Thomas! Everything is fine. You didn´t say anything wrong! I´m just flattered…”

Nobody has ever called me beautiful…

Thomas stops under the doorway. He doesn´t turn around, but asks you,

“When you´re dressed, could you come outside?”

“Sure, why?”

But before you´re able to finish the question, Thomas is already gone.

After you´re dressed, you go outside to meet Thomas.

“Hey. I´m sorry for what happened before and…”

Before you can finish the sentence, Thomas interrupts you.

“No, I have to apologize, you were feeling uneasy with me there. I should´ve thought about it, before going inside your bedroom.”

“It´s fine, I should´ve thought about it, before telling you to come in. Well, anyway… You wanted to tell me something. What was it?”

You ask Thomas. He starts fidgeting and hesitantly begins talking.

“Oh. I was meaning to ask you,  I mean, only if you want to, if you would like to go with me to New York? A good friend is coming back from France and, well, I wanted you to meet him. He´s like family to me.”

You giggle at his hesitation.

“Of course I´ll come with you, silly!”

His eyes look up into yours and his mouth curls into a smile.

“Être magnifique! You should get ready, we´re leaving tomorrow!”

A/N: Hey! It´s me again! I know it´s been a long time, but I had a bit trouble with my family and the soon-to-be new school. Anyway, I hope you liked this (short) chapter of The Lotto™ Series and yeah… I would really appreciate a like/reblog or any other kind of feedback. My Ask is open still open for Requests. So, yeah, until next time!  Have a nice day!

~Mia <3

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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

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I Will try to fix you: Thomas Jefferson x Reader Preview

Note: Hey guys! So this isn’t power couple chapter 2 yet, I know y’all are waiting for that to come soon too tho, don’t worry I promise it will! Anyways, this idea just came to my head about Thomas and reader being best friends and they go to a college party together but something happened to reader and he is there to help her through it. This is just a preview before the whole thing. Let me know what y’all think and if you want to be tagged! -Cai ♥️

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault, trauma, depression. if that 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. Will Thomas be able to bring his best friend back?

Tags: @sillyteecup

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You sat there, on a cold and empty curb just a few feet away from the house filled with drunk college kids dancing to their hearts content. You just sat there, tears streaming down your face, the moment replaying in your mind.

You came to this party for the sake of your best friend Thomas. You’d rather be at your dorm, pjs on, in bed catching up on your shows. Instead you came for Thomas, your best friend, the man you would do anything for. He begged you to come with him tonight and you just couldn’t say no. But now you wished you had.

“Y/n/n!” You heard that oh so familiar voice call after you from the front door. You quickly wiped your tears to the best of your ability, not wanting him to see your face knowing what he’d do if he did. You cleared your throat before you spoke, “Hey, T!” He frowned, looking you up and down as he sat next to you. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere darling, what’re you doin’ out here all alone for?”

“Oh, sorry.” You looked down apologetically, “I needed some fresh air.” You lied. “It uh, started to get real crowded in there.” “Why didn’t you come and tell me then?” He asked, a bit upset that you had just left the party without warning. “I couldn’t find you! And I needed to get out of there fast, I told Aaron to let you know I’d be out here.” That wasn’t a complete lie, you did in fact look for Thomas for about 30 seconds until the overwhelming feeling of fear had settled into your heart and you needed to get out of this house and away from him.

Thomas looked at you skeptically, “Really?” He asked incredulously. “Because I had just asked Aaron if he’d seen you and he said he hasn’t at all!” You looked down guiltily, “Oh.” “Oh is right!” Thomas let out a small scoff, then sighed. “Sweetheart,” he paused, “What’s going on? Why are you out here all alone? And why were you trying to hide your tears?” You looked at him in disbelief.

“How did y-”

“We’ve been best friends for 7 years now Y/n, I can tell when something’s up.” He looked at you pointedly, “Now, what happened?” His eyes filled with concern as he gently lifted your face to finally see the dried tear stains.

You let out a shaky sigh as the tears started to leave your eyes again. Your lip started to quiver as you shook your head, the tears falling down your face. Thomas gently wiped your tears with his thumb while his other hand rubbed your back.

“T-Thomas...”

“Yes, darlin’?”

“I... I-” Before you could even explain what happened, the sobs took over and your whole body began to shake. Thomas’s eyes widened with worry as he quickly pulled you into a tight embrace, trying to give you all the love and comfort he could.

“Shh.. shh” He cooed, trying to soothe your cries, “I’m here hon, it’s ok, shhh. Whatever it is, I’ll fix it.”

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Let me know what y’all think!

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Shuga Shuga (snippet 2)

Prompt; another Sugar Daddy! AU snip 

Pairing(s); TJeffs x reader

Warning(s); lil baby angst :) (update: lie)

A/N; honestly don't even know how to start this story, but for now THESE ARE ONLY SNIPPETSSS !

read the first snippet here <3

update ; this sucks lol

¨remember this place?¨ you walked ahead of him, skipping towards the edge of the balcony, the sight of the flowing river below. You smiled, the fairy lights dangling above caused the water to twinkle, reflecting off the dark water like stars in the sky. Thomas lingered behind, staring as you stood on the tip of your toes just to peer over the ledge.  

¨Its where we first met..¨ he spoke after a while, just remembering that day made his heart race. You were so scared that night and if he hadn´t acted as quickly as he did.. He didnt know what would come of you, this made his hand tighten around the object in his pants. 

¨Yea..¨ you turned around when you realized he hadn´t come to stand beside you yet. He stood almost awkwardly, hesitant to step towards you in case someone inside decided they wanted to get some air as well as you had.

¨No ones coming out anytime soon Thomas..¨ you could read his body language clearly, and he hated it. His mind went back to the man, to the meeting.. 

¨I- we need to talk..¨ he began slowly, almost as if he was calculating the words his mouth was making without his approval. You turned to face him fully now, taking a step in his direction.

¨Are you sure your okay? If its what Alex said, he didn´t mean-¨ but before you could apologize, apologize so easily, he cut you off.

¨I think we should end this.¨ he felt his throat tighten, his head began to ache at just the though of ending your relationship. His grip tightening, like it was the only thing holding him down at this point.

¨What?¨ you looked confused as well as to why he had decided to tell you this here of all places. You found yourself going to fiddle with the charm around your neck, the one he´d bought you months ago on your vacation.

¨This-¨ he motioned to the both of you, ¨this shouldn´t go on anymore¨ he had to look away at the shattering look on your face. 

¨Wait- Tommy, think about what your saying-¨

I’m not, I´m doing whats best for you, for me.. for us

¨I don´t need to think about this YN, this is over¨ the fact he didn’t identify what you both had, broke your heart. He didnt use your pet name, he couldnt even look you in your eye as he broke things off. He was a coward, he knew that now. ¨You dont mean that! whos making you do this?¨ you gritted out, glaring up at him with tears subconsciously welling up in your eyes. His jaw clenched, eyes hard as he looked back at you and forced the 4 words out his mouth that would leave you wrecked.

¨I don´t love you, I never have, loved you!¨  he sounded numb, and of all the times to hear the lie in his tone, you were to blind to do so. 

“Stop it Thomas-” but he kept speaking, kept saying words that he’d just regret later when he lost the only light in his world.

“You and I both knew this wouldn't work, some low class with a politician?” he forced a bitter chuckle to leave his lips, but it sounded weak in his own head. Thats what he was, weak, why couldn't he just stand up for himself, for you.

“Stop-” you choked out, you sounded hurt, he knew he hurt you, but he couldn't stop the ball from rolling. He had to make it real.

“I’m only stating the truth YN, you were just my pawn in a much bigger game, a tool, so why don you just run on back to-” he felt nothing but a sting, it burned and he realized that you had just smacked him.

You had tears rolling down your cheeks, you were sobbing like he thought you would've. You were staring at him a fire burning behind the broken look you wore.

¨You can leave, but don´t you dare bring him, into this!¨ you hissed, wiping furiously at the tears streaking your face. He stared down at you in shock, but he knew he went to far.

¨Then leave¨ he hissed, fighting the urge to apologize and kiss you, he kept his cold reserve, returning to the man he had been before meeting you.

okaaay so a little longer? but idk,, im looossing my spark for this story, idk, i had a whole outline but i just wanna write the dramaaaaaaa, ya feel????? :(

request open until further noticee <3

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Interlinking Paths

Chapter title: French Over Late

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A/N  Yo, I promise the chapters will get longer. I'll try posting two a day. If not, I'll do one.

Y/N = Your name 

N/N = Nickname

P/N = Petname  

***Y/N's POV***

  "LAF! HURRY YOUR ASS UP!" My older brother, Thomas, yelled up the stairs. Thomas was addressing Lafayette, who was taking his damn sweet time to get ready. I couldn't help but snort at his inpatient rehabilitation-ish behavior, Thomas Jefferson was never known to be patient--Or at least from the persona that he displays.   "Je veins! Je veins!" Thomas and I exchanged a glance at the sudden burst of French; Laf only spoke French when excited, NeRvOuS or stressed out. Before either of us could question or even formulate a thought on the European language, the home phone rang.

  "I'll get it N/N," Thomas quickly pecked me on the cheek before disappearing into the living room.     I quickly pull out my phone only to realise that we still have about Twenty -ish minutes to get to school.   'Or I could take the bus' A faint, tired voice suggests in the the back of my head. Yeah, though that would take ten minutes. Then I'd have ten to get to my locker and make it to Homeroom before Mr. Washington.

  Now the more that I think about it, the better the idea seems. With a swift text to the group chat between me and my brothers, I grabbed my Mickey Mouse-styled keys and walk out the door.

***John's POV***

~~Time skip--We are now on the bus~~

 Turning to my head towards the right of the public transit bus, I stole a quick glance at from one of my best friends, Y/N Jefferson. She was just so funny, smart and attractive. With a winning smile that stole the hearts of everyone she meet. I shouldn't be thinking these thoughts, she's my friend.   "Dude, just tell her how you feel," A cocky voice stated from my left. I was faced with Alexander Hamilton, one of my other best friends.   Alongside his grey sweater, jeans and well worn sneakers, he also wore a wry smile on his face. I felt heat spread vaguely on my freckled character; "I'm not sure what you mean by that," I finally managed to spit out, "N/N's just a friend. Just like you, Alex.".

  "Mm," He shook his head as he slipped an arm around the waist of a petit girl clad in pastel blue; One of the Schuyler sisters, Eliza. "Keep telling yourself that, Johnathan. You're not that convincing.". After a series of giggles supplied by his girlfriend Eliza Schuyler, Y/N turned her head out of sheer curiosity and boredom, made eye contact with me and then proceeded to shoot me a beautiful smile. I nearly melted right then and there.   Why did I let Y/N do this to me?

I barely felt my phone buzz in my pocket until Alex told me so by holding up his own. It was a text. I squinted at the somewhat medium-sized screen of the Iphone and read the contact name.

'N/N'

I caught my breath as my brown eyes slowly trailed their way across the bus to where Y/N Jefferson was standing. Then, I feel the sensation again. Another buzz; Another text.

I've probably read and re-read the small paragraph that she sent about 4 times. Something about a musical. I could of gone a 5th if Alexander hadn't sent me a text as well;

'I don't know what you're reading/watching, but whatever it is, you're blushing like a drunk corndog.'.

A drunk corndog? Where the fuck did you get that from, Alex?

I look over to where he was standing. And as I guessed his thumbs were skimming through the onscreen keyboard like there was no tomorrow; And the way that Alex wrote, you might as well believe that.

Aaron once even confronted to slow down: "You're not running out of Time, Alexander.".

In annoyance I read the second message that Alex had sent me. 'I hope you're not watching porn or reading smut fanfictions, John.'.

After reading that, with utter disgust I replied with a sensible answer;

'WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ALEX! NO, I'M NOT WATCHING PORN!!'.

'Sure...' He later sent. Moments later an emoji popped up on my screen. '😘'.

With a quick glare sent his way, the bus pulled up at the stop that most of the students onboard got off, including Y/N and I. I shook my head, as if doing that would physically clear my head, and started my walk towards the high school.

A/N Welp, I don't really have a tag list, but if you wanna be a part of it, ask.

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I can’t, I won’t.

pairing ; thomas x reader

summary ; sometimes you’ve gotta leave the love you once had behind.

words ; 1,690

warnings ; ANGST. just so ya know.

masterlist

The last thing Thomas wanted to hear of was you.

Everywhere he turned, whether it be a street corner, or on his heel, you were there. If not you, then something that reminded him of you. And the people he had to face in debates were no help either – Alexander Hamilton made Thomas Jefferson’s life unbearable with how many times he brought you up to attack him.

He was suffocating on air that was used to speak your name, to utter something of your beauty. He couldn’t sleep at night because you were always on his mind, and he knew you’d be the one thing to occupy his dreams. He couldn’t work during the day because it would remind him of when you would come in and place a kiss on his cheek, massage his shoulders, or sit on his lap and convince him to take a break with tiny kisses littered all over his face.

He couldn’t function because you weren’t there. And he hated it. He hated being so vulnerable, so weak. That meant people would use it against him in the elections, and people would bring it up in the press – Secretary Thomas Jefferson bogged down by Love! Read all about it!

“Dude,” his friend James Madison told him one night, “you have to let her go. She’s gone, off to marry another.”

“She didn’t want to, James,” Thomas grumbled. He didn’t want to believe the words you’d told him before you took your leave from his life. The reason why you left.

“I have fallen for another, I deeply apologize, Mr. Jefferson,” the way you spoke, cracks in your voice and hatred in your tone, it resonated within Thomas in the most painful of ways. He even visibly cringed when you said Mr. Jefferson, because it was so foreign, and so unwanted.

“She loves someone else, Thomas. I’m sorry to say this, but it is the truth. You must get over her.”

“It’s not that damn easy, James. But what would you know? You’re happy with your wife, she never left you. She was never forced into something she didn’t want.”

“Thomas!”

Thomas only shook his head and walked away, not wanting to hear it anymore. He didn’t want to think about you, he didn’t want to talk about you. So he wouldn’t, and he swore to that. He wouldn’t think, he wouldn’t talk, he wouldn’t so much as utter a word about you or anything to do with you.

Lord knows how long he’d be able to keep that up.

“Thomas, I’m here to see Thomas,” you said kindly to the man standing in the door. He was a dark skinned man, a worker for Thomas no doubt.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” his accent weighed down his words, and you could instantly pinpoint that he was from farther south. “He won’t be seeing nobody right now.”

“And why not?” You remained polite, but you were getting impatient, your hands travelling down and mindlessly fixing your skirts.

“He’s working, ma’am.”

“No mind to his work. Please let me come in, I am a close friend of his,” you lied. Your mouth turned down at the edges when the word friend crossed your lips, as you had always been more than just friends with the man.

“Let me ask Mr. Jefferson, first, ma’am.”

You noticed his constant repeating of the word ma’am, and you couldn’t help but think it had something to do with Thomas. He was always one to be full of himself around people, yes, but that did not mean he had no mind for respect, especially for women. They may not have a high place in society, but that did not mean they were pieces of trash to disregard, or toys to play with and put away when you were through with them.

You pursed your lips when the worker closed the door, and turned your head to look over the familiar lands of Monticello. Neat and tidy, and ever-so-elegant with its rolling hills and beautiful trees. The land was a bright green, the leaves many different shades of the foresty color, and it reminded you of the many times you and Thomas had taken walks in the middle of the night, and the picnics you’d shared at midday.

Your attention was quickly brought back to the doors, and you were greeted with the worker from before. “Mr. Jefferson said he’d see you. Please come with me.”

You followed quietly, making sure your skirts were fixed and the top of your dress was straightened. Your hands folded together as you walked, your nerves becoming more and more shot with each step you took that neared you to Thomas.

It had been over a year’s time since you had seen the man, and no matter what his title in politics was, he would always be Thomas to you, and he would always be your Thomas.

The worker nodded once you got to the door, knocking quickly before giving you a quick bow and walking off. Thomas opened the door, his magenta coat hanging loosely from his shoulders as if he’d put it on in a rush. “How may I help you?”

You noticed he hadn’t even looked at you yet, still fumbling with the buttons of his coat. Without thinking, you reached forward and parted the coat just the way Thomas liked it, your mind going back to the past, when you would help him dress correctly.

After a couple seconds, you caught yourself and pulled your hands back, tangling your fingers together. “Oh! I apologize, I shouldn’t have– I should not have done that.”

“Oh, no, it’s okay…” His voice trailed off as he looked up at you. His brown eyes were wide, his jaw dropped slightly. “Y/n?”

“Thomas,” you whispered. Taking a quick second to admire the man you hadn’t seen in so long, you noticed how neatly trimmed he kept his scruff, the dip just before his mustache on either side still very apparent, and how his hair was still in the poofy curls you had remembered.

“How? Why… why are you here? Haven’t you a husband to be with?”

“I… That’s why I’m here,” you replied, your hands turning upside down and your fingers folding inwards.

Thomas stared for a second, blinking rapidly before looking down and shaking his head. “Yes, yes,” he rushed, looking back up at you with furrowed brows, “come in. Please.”

You walked past him and heard the door click closed, so you took that as a sign that you could turn around and look at Thomas once more. His back was to you as he thought, something you were quite used to seeing. His head jerked to the side and his eyebrows remained furrowed as he turned to you.

“Why– Why are you here, y/n?”

“You,” you whispered. You looked over his face and noted the surprise before looking down at your hands once more. “I’m here for… you.”

“Why?”

“I love you, Thomas,” you said a little more confidently. You licked your lips and continued when he raised a brow at you, “I love you. I came back because I love you and… I wanted to be with you again.”

“Yes, I get that, but your husband? What will he think of this? You and I… I will not let you cheat on a man that loves you.”

“I wouldn’t be cheating,” you replied, letting your arms fall to your sides. “There is no one to cheat on, Thomas.”

“What?”

“Samuel, he, he backed out of the marriage. He said he had loved another woman, and that he wanted to be with her and not me, and he knew that I did not want to be his wife.”

“He backed out?” Thomas looked as if he were still trying to comprehend everything you just said, like it was the most indecipherable thing he’d ever encountered.

“Yes,” you responded simply, taking a step closer to him.

“When?”

“A year ago.”

“A year? But…” He hesitated, grasping everything still. “If it was a year ago, why didn’t you come to me sooner?”

“Because I still had to explain to my parents that I loved you, and only you,” you walked up to him standing only a foot away.

“No, y/n,” he breathed, “you don’t understand. You should have come to me sooner.”

“Why? Thomas,” you felt tears sting your eyes. What was he not saying?

“Y/n, I’m married. I can’t, I’m not,” he stuttered over his words, looking directly at you. “I’m married, and I love her, y/n. I can’t, I’m not going to cheat on her.”

“Thomas… I… I didn’t know, I’m sorry,” you whispered. You couldn’t believe it – he didn’t love you anymore. You were just a mere memory to him, and all because you waited too long to be with him. You could’ve come months ago, and maybe you wouldn’t be in this situation. But you hadn’t, you exhibited cowardliness, and you waited too long.

“It’s fine, y/n. I hate to say this, but, I just, I don’t love you anymore. Not as much, nor like, I used to. I’m sorry.”

“No, no, it’s my fault,” you dismissed, sniffling and looking away from Thomas. “I’ll take my leave, Mr. Jefferson. I apologize for coming in so recklessly. See you in time, Mr. Jefferson.”

You brushed past him, opening the door and quickly going out the way you came. “Stupid,” you muttered, “you’re so daft. To think he’d love you anymore, you must be insane.”

Thomas, on the other hand, was sighing and hitting his head on the door. “Fuck,” he groaned. Of course he’d let you go again, but this time, it wasn’t because of you. It was because of him, and because of the woman whom had the ring matching the one decorating his third finger. He loved her, and he felt the love he once had for you slowly creep up on him.

“No, no,” he whispered, shaking his head.

“I can’t,” you muttered, closing your eyes.

“I won’t love her anymore.”

“I can’t love him anymore.”

part two coming soon!

[sipsmillk]

You make me happy when skies are grey

[jumpingjackets]

My Wife Is A Mermaid, Of All Things (Thomas Jefferson x Mermaid!Reader)

Request:

trueblue80s said: Hi can I have an imagine where Thomas Jefferson and the reader are married and he finds out shes a mermaid! 

Word Count: 1740

A/N: this prompt is… so cute, i am in love. hope you like it! 

“I do.” You said, tears shamelessly falling down your cheeks with a bright smile.

“And do you, Thomas Jefferson,” the minister started, but was interrupted by an excited Jefferson almost bouncing in his place.

“Hell yeah, I do.”

The whole crowd laughed, including yourself and the poor minister. You wiped your tears with the back of your hand, waiting patiently for the next words.

“To commemorate this union, you may now exchange rings. The circle formed by each ring symbolizes your eternal love and commitment to one another. Let these rings remind you always of that love, and of the promises you have made here on this day.” The minister motioned a young and nervous Phillip Hamilton to come next to him. He was holding a small cushion where your rings were placed.

“Will each of you please repeat after me as you place the ring on your loved one’s hand?”

Both of you nodded enthusiastically, shooting a bright smile at a now happy Phillip who bounced back to his parents.

“I, Y/N, give you Thomas this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment. With this ring, I thee wed.” You repeated, trying as hard as you can to keep your tears at bay as you slid the ring on Thomas’ finger.

“I, Thomas, give you Y/N this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment. With this ring, I thee wed.” He said smoothly, but his eyes definitely showed that he was nervous.

You both took a in a breath.

“By the power vested in me, by the Church and by the state of Virginia, I pronounce you, Y/N and Thomas as wife and husband, lawfully wedded before God. Thomas, you may now kiss the bride, forever sealing your union.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Thomas said. He pulled you close and crashed your lips together. Everyone in the crowd was practically roaring, but all you could focus on was Thomas’ smile against your lips. You had kissed many times before, but this one was different. This one had so much more meaning.

You pulled back, fixing the flower crown on top of your head with a loving smile. Thomas looked back at you, and you could see all the love this man held in just his eyes. It made every single sacrifice you made for him worth it.

A year later, you were high on life. Culture here, with Thomas, was much more different than underwater back home. Food was always so flavorful and people were always so hospitable. It took you no time to get accustomed to their society.

You didn’t even think much of who you were. You tried your best to repress that part of you, for Thomas’ sake, but it got harder by the second.

He didn’t ask much about your family, seeing as you never talk about them and they weren’t even in the wedding. He didn’t ask about how you don’t like swimming pools or beaches. He was always so patient with you, and it hurt to have to lie to him over and over again. You started missing the water, your other half.

And that’s why on one particularly cold night, you were standing near the beach in front of your beach house. Jefferson was fast asleep in the living room, which you could see from where you were standing. The waves were gentle and calm, crashing with the shore with a relaxing sound.

You stood there for what felt like hours. You knew it would be easy to switch back to your legs, but would you get too attached to it? Will you have to leave Thomas?

You didn’t want to think of that, of him, right now. All you wanted was to dive deep into the water and stay there, but he held you back. More specifically, your love for him did.

Before you could convince yourself against it, you started walking to the water. Your feet started sinking into the surprisingly warm ocean, and you sighed in content. You took off the shirt you were wearing, a white, sheer, lace top that Thomas had given to you as a gift, and now were left with a simple white bralette. You placed them in a rock close to the shore, and made sure to take off the necklace you were wearing. The beach was completely empty, considering it was 2 in the morning on a weekday, which gave you a lot more confidence in doing this.

You kept walking until you were waist deep, the soft waves rocking your body ever so slightly. You couldn’t hold in your smile as you dived head first into the water, swimming forwards as fast as you could.

The change was always painless and quick. By the time you swam up, you could see your orange and red scales shining underwater, reflecting the moonlight.

You let out a hearty laugh, overcome with excitement and emotion as you splashed around with your tail. You swam and swam until your heart was filled with happiness and your body was about to give out form exhaustion.

You decided to take a break in the rock where you had placed your shirt and necklace. You pulled yourself up with your hands and laid down, the end of your tail still in the water. You wore a soft smile as you looked up at the night’s sky, littered with stars.

You were starting to doze off into sleep when a loud gasp woke you up. You sat up straight and looked back at a wide eyed, open mouthed Thomas Jefferson. You looked down at your tail, still present and glowing under the moonlight. Damn you for being so reckless, you went and ruined everything.

You closed your eyes, took in a shaky breath, and looked back at Jefferson anxiously. You didn’t know what to say, how to explain yourself or pretty much speak, at this point. You wanted him to react, but he just stood there, motionless, staring from your tail back to you.

After what felt like a century, he walked closer to you. His hand ghosted over the beginning of your tail, almost scared to touch it.

“Go ahead, I don’t mind.” You assured him quietly, not completely sure if that was what he wanted to do.

He touched the end of your hips, where a few stray scales lay. He slid his hand lower, feeling every scale rise and fall with his touch. He still hasn’t said anything, but it must be a good sign that he hasn’t run away screaming.

“So, you’re…” He trailed off, his hand still feeling your tail.

“Yes.” You responded simply.

You thought you were imagining it at first, but Thomas’ lips curled up at the ends.

“This is… wow.” He said in total astonishment.

You hopped slightly to the side to make room for him, and patted the spot next to you. He hesitated at first, but sat down next to you.

“Are you mad?” You felt yourself asking, still terrified of what he might do.

“Are you kidding? This is so cool. My wife is a mermaid, of all things.” He said, smiling brightly. You didn’t even realize your entire body was tense until every muscle started to relax.

“Thank God.” You let out a breathy laugh.

“Though, could I ask you a few things? I’m still tryna wrap my head around it.” His southern accent peeked into his words.

“Anything, really.” You said, taking his hand in yours.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“Well, it wasn’t exactly something easy to say. ‘Hey, Thomas. I made you breakfast. Also, I’m a mermaid’,” you said, which made him laugh.

“Okay, point taken.” He said, rubbing his chin. “Like, how does the tail thing work? Is it like in Little Mermaid where you had to sacrifice something to an evil villain?” He asked, rubbing his hands over your scales again.

You laughed, shaking your head. “I once saved an elderly lady from drowning. She asked me if there was anything I wanted in the world, and I told her that all I’ve ever wanted was to be able to walk among humans. She gave me this stone.” you reached next to you where the necklace laid. You opened the locket to reveal a small stone, similar to opal, and placed it on Thomas’ hand. “She said it would help me with what I wanted, as a gratitude for saving her life, just as long as I was wearing it and wasn’t getting wet.” You said, scanning Thomas’ face for any indication of how he was taking in the story.

He studied the stone curiously, then looked back at you with a soft smile.

“I’m literally speechless.” Thomas whispered.

“Finally, we should call Hamilton. He’ll be exceptionally pleased.” You said with a smirk. Thomas just laughed in response.

“I’m guessing Y/N isn’t your real name, huh?” he said after a moment of silence. You sighed.

“Um, no. My real name is Thalassa, after the primordial goddess of the sea. I go by Y/N because I wanted to leave my past behind me, not to mention that it’s a pretty uncommon name around these parts.” You said, resting your head on his shoulders with a light laugh. He kissed the top of your head, resting his own head over yours.

“Do you ever think about going back?” His voice got quieter, like he was afraid of the answer. You squeezed his hand reassuringly.

“I won’t deny that it has crossed my mind, but one look from you and any trace of thought on the matter seems to disappear.” You said, kissing the back of his hand and holding it to your chest. “I love you, and I love being Y/N Jefferson.”

He tried to hide the growing smile and red tint in his cheeks, but you saw it as clear as day. You laughed softly and kissed his cheek.

“I can assure you that I’m not leaving anytime soon.” You said, cupping his cheek, subtly making him look at you.

He smiled, and you both sat there for a while in comfortable silence.

“Weirdly enough, I love you even more now.” Thomas said suddenly, which made you bend over in laughter.

“I love you so much, Thomas. Thank you for not sending the Catholic Church to hunt me down.” You said, kissing his cheek once more.

[a-maladaptive-daydreamer]

The "that was my wife who you decided to fuuuuu..." part

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[serkewen12]

Prompt 49 wit TJeffs?? :00

Thanksgiving was always an eventful time of year for your family. Between your parents, siblings, and all of their children it was an exhausting but rewarding experience. The last few years you had gone to Virginia and spent the holiday with Thomas’s family, but your mother wasn’t having that this year. She had all but insisted that you and your husband joined them this time around. 

So here you sat passing food around with your family, laughing as everyone caught up and shared stories. Your father never missed an opportunity to embarrass all of his children equally by sharing horrifying stories of your childhoods to their spouses. Your brother had sunk so low in his chair by the time that your mom was grabbing the pies that it looked like he was about to fall onto the floor. 

Thomas laughed as your father shared a story about your mishap at the concert you performed at in high school. He made you feel better by telling everyone a story about how he ended up fainting during a debate in college because he had refused to stay home when he was ill. Your relief was short lived however as soon as your mother sat down and gave you the look you knew all to well.

“Oh lord,” you muttered feeling nervous.

“So (Y/N), how long before we can expect a little bundle of joy from you two?”

Silence fell over the table as everyone turned and looked at you. Your fork hovered half way to your mouth with a bite of cherry pie perched on it and you glanced around at everyone. Thomas’s hand gently squeezed your thigh and gave you a soft smile. 

“Uh… I’m not sure Mom,” you muttered, “We haven’t really talked much about it.”

“You’ve been married for over a year now,” your mother pointed out.

“Mom please,” you grimaced.

“Now come on now leave them alone,” your sister spoke up, “They will have kids when they are ready.”

“This is great pie… is this a family recipe?” Thomas asked trying to change the subject.

“Oh yes it’s my grandmother’s recipe,” your mom said proudly.

After dinner you retreated onto the back porch to get some much needed air. Gently rocking on the porch swing you looked at what leaves were still on the trees and smiled. Thomas walked over slowly with his hands in his pockets. 

“Is this seat taken Darlin’?”

“Of course not,” you laughed.

He sat down and you both rocked in silence holding hands. You sighed when you thought about what your mother had asked you both. You knew Thomas wanted a family eventually, but you worried that if you told him you wanted to start one now he would think it was too soon with how busy you both were with your jobs.

“I’m sorry about my mom putting us on the spot back there,” you said quietly.

Thomas chuckled and looked at you before saying, “Well I’d be lying to you if I told you I haven’t been thinking the same thing a lot lately.”

“What are you saying Thomas?” You asked feeling hopeful.

“I’m saying let’s have a baby,” he said with a smile, “If you want too that is.”

“I’d love that.”

[marveldc-imagines-hub]

May I have a matchup, please? Either Hamilton or Marvel? I'm female, about 5'6", and have a more thin, athletic build. Science is a passion of mine, but I am more successful in ELA. I spend my free time drawing, crocheting, knitting, sewing, writing, and rehearsing. I'm a dancer and I'm involved in a sport known as color guard (DCI/WGI). Next year, I plan on attending university for a degree in astrobiology. Thank you so much!

How about both?

Also sorry  if this was kind of a weird read; I wrote this pretty late at night.

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I ship you with Bruce Banner (Marvel) and Thomas Jefferson (Hamilton)! 

Bruce Banner

Not going to lie, as soon as you walked into his life and started spewing knowledge he started falling. He loves your interest in sciences and admires your skill in ELA as well as your ambition to get an astrobiology degree. He appreciates the fact that most of your hobbies are calm and often asks to keep you company while you work, especially when he’s getting particularly overwhelmed or overworked; it’s soothing for him to get lost in random conversation (probably about sciences) and watch your hands work as you draw or knit. He may or may not even try to participate once or twice (spoilers: he’s not that good

Thomas Jefferson 

Thomas loves your thirst for knowledge and offers you full access to his library to feed your ambition; he also enjoys trading his knowledge of politics for yours of the sciences, and likes to bounce ideas around with you when he’s having trouble with work. He finds it mildly amusing that an seemingly active person like yourself (especially regarding your interest in color guard) prefers hobbies such as knitting and crocheting but he respects it nonetheless and if you were to, say, make him something it may or may not become of his favorite items. He greatly admires your artistic ability of drawing, writing and dancing; he tries to make it to every performance (it’s difficult with work sometimes but he makes it happen one way or another) and at home when relaxing with you often finds himself gazing at your work as you create it.